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Fantasy That Time the Demon Lord Killed our Party Leader: Character Sheets
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Beann
The Bean
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Dawnsx
Majestic Dinosaur
I am the champion of kindness, love, and life!
Name
Nelumba
Nickname
Nel
Gender
Female
Age
23
Race
Fae
Patron god
Shiva
Country of Origin
The Ancient Forest
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LazyDaze
Elder Member
"Why bow before a Deity? If they could do the job they would be here instead of me."
Name: AAXIR THE WANDERER (A'ZER)
Nicknames/Aliases:
Gender: Male
Age: 74
Race: Dragon
Patron god: Pele
Country of Origin: ANCIENT FOREST
Appearance:
Faceclaim: Credits to haban53 on twitter
Height: 6' 7"
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Red
Extra Features: Scales spanning across his right arm and leg.
General Description: Aaxir takes the form of a tall human, standing at 6' 7"; however, he usually allows a few of his draconian features to be displayed even in this form. He possess elongated canines and vermillion scales span across his right arm and legs. He always carries himself with an air of importance, even if he makes an embarrassing mistake (sometimes that makes it even funnier) and should he sprout wings, they would be of similar color to his scales.
Personality
Aaxir's pride just might be one of the most unshakable things in this world. This pride stems from his belief in not only himself, but in the superiority of the dragon race. To Aaxir, it is simply the duty of the strong to shape the world according to their vision; moreover, this is why Aaxir respects those who carry this burden regardless of alignment or status. It isn't enough to be a benevolent person, for benevolence in the face of absolute power and destiny becomes meaningless through the echoes of time. Making sure your benevolence, malice, or even indifference holds weight is the true measure of ones existence. That is how one becomes a hero, and even a god. That is how one shapes the world. For Aaxir, changing the world is no different than his ability to fly; it is something he should be expected to accomplish.
When it comes to his view on other races, Aaxir without a doubt pities the majority of them, even viewing himself as the protector of Fae and Elves. Given the fact that his race is hunted for materials, he does hold a bit of malice for the others.
He hasn't quite developed a god complex yet; however, that is simply because his goal is to eventually become a Dragon Deity, and usher in a prosperous era for his people and in turn that will bring a prosperity for all denizens of this world. Despite his rigid, and grandoise beliefs there are other sides to the young dragon that many seldom see.
When conversing with other dragons, there is a softness in his eyes that many would not believe if they saw him before. While he is still prideful, and confident he wants nothing more than to protect his kind along with the other "allied" races. This gentleness can extend to those who have somehow managed to gain his respect through various means. One thing is for certain, once a bond is formed with Aaxir, it is as unshakable as his pride.
Background
....This world, is a mess. It is something he would often hear his Father, Velryg the Brave say out of the blue. Being the carefree jovial dragon that Aaxir was, he didn't quite understand what he meant at the time. After all, life was peaceful in the ancient forest. Sure the adults would get reports on what happened in the outside world, and there might have been a few times where a legitimate threat would approach their safe haven; however, for the majority of Aaxir's life this was paradise. It was also at this time that he would learn of heroes, and gods...often listening to the tall tales of his battle hardened uncle Roak who saw the outside world. Laughing, flying, and listening to the tall tales of adventure...yes, this was paradise. Nevertheless, these stories would spark the flames of adventure into Aaxir the young dragon. It was true, the Ancient Forest might even contend with heaven as one of the most peaceful places in existence just beyond the reach of reality, but a prison no matter how beautiful was still a prison.
Recalling on the paths of their ancestors, Aaxir's left paradise and made a home in an active volcano chain in Bahrata. He took on the form of a human to continue to explore and learn about the world outside. Initially, his adventures were comprised of mostly positive experiences. He couldn't understand why he had been warned to not venture outside the Ancient Forest. These outsiders were a resilient bunch, but pretty fragile. Certainly neither of them could survive in a volcano for long. Aaxir would spend most of his travels befriending these outsiders as he traveled from town to town, indulging in the traditions and cultures of other nations. Unfortunately, it was only so long that he could look at the world through rose colored glasses. Poverty, discrimination, slavery, chaos, war, destruction, it was bit of a surprise to see just how much of a mess the world was in spite of all the good. Nevertheless, Aaxir was wide eyed and full of hope. He believed in the endless potential of the future and wasn't deterred by the horrors in the world. Believing that he could help quell the chaos, Aaxir would dedicate many years of his life helping those in need without much of a plan for actually global change. He even appeared in a few wars in an attempt to save as many people as possible, but he was a young dragon with little knowledge of politics, so this was the best he could come up with at the time. It was during one of these battles that on instinct he transformed into a dragon to save a few humans from what would have been a deadly fall. Before he could land, the mages that were on his back attacked him in hopes of gaining riches and glory. Confused, disoriented, and gravely injured Aaxir fought back against what seemed like a swarm of enemies before falling into the rushing waters below.
He would wake up in a forest under the stern eyes of his father. One glance was all it took for the message to be conveyed..."This world is a mess...". After a long scolding and history lesson, Aaxir was surprised that they were not on their way back to the Ancient Forest. In fact, they made their way back toward Aaxir's new home in Bahrata. Velryg revealed that this had in fact had been one of their many homes in the past before residing in the ancient forest. They continued to follow a winding path until reaching a cavern littered with charred bones and...weapons?
"There lies the remains of your elder sister, Syvvern."
The bones were too small and brittle to belong to a dragon...did he mean...the weapons? Once Aaxir, realized what his father was saying he dropped to his knees. Having just learned he had a sister, and learning what became of her was too much to bear. Tears flowed endlessly down his cheeks as he cursed this reality. Was this all they were? Ore for crafting, badges on the belts for warriors? No...they were powerful. So powerful that their mere constitution was a necessity for others to replicate a fraction of their might. Obviously, this was the turning point in Aaxir's mentality. He refused his father's offer to return to the Ancient Forest. Eventually, outsiders would find their way into the last safe haven, hunting them down until there is nothing left. Damn them all...
As years passed, the innocent, wide eyed dragon hell bent on saving the world faded as a new, jaded dragon sought to bring about his vision by force. It was for this reason he understood the Crimson King as well as those deemed malicious demon lords before him. Good? Evil? The only thing that mattered in this world was power and affluence. When you were blessed to be one of the chosen, blessed with tremendous strength, it was your right to exert your will just as the gods constantly pull the strings of fate and destiny. His rage stemmed from resentment. His rage would become pity. Of course the world ended up like this, for it was a dragons responsibility to guide them out of their folly. It was simple, Aaxir would become the chosen...he would stand among the gods.
What kind of world do you wish to create....
The volcanoes would all erupt simultaneously as a voice intruded his thoughts. Even the prideful Aaxir could not help but be in awe of the force of nature. He heard the voice ask again. Albeit, a bit more forceful this time.
"A world yet to be seen," Aaxir would answer calmly before taking his first steps toward his journey to change the world. Heroes, calamities...they would bend to his will or be turned to ash. He was certain that it would be his will that shapes the world moving forward, for since birth he was already among the chosen....he was a dragon. Aaxir was determined to make his name reverberate across the world and through the heavens. Amused by Aaxir's haughtiness, Tutu Pele made Aaxir her champion, claiming the young dragon for herself and Aaxir, claiming the goddess as his own.
Aaxir used his power to make waves in the war against the Crimson King; however, it wasn't as if he was allies with Arlux either. Soloman himself wouldn't have been enough to give Aaxir pause. It was not a surprise that when he finally came face to face with Arlux refused the offer to stand at her side. To make matters worse, he challenged her to a duel to discover who had the stronger will. The winner would have the right to shape the world, plain and simple. Though Aaxir was resilient, and fought to the best of his ability, Arlux defeated him handedly. Despite his request to be killed, Arlux refused...instead extending her offer once again. Initially, Aaxir refused, preferring death, but Arlux was a stubborn one and eventually they settled on a truce. Agreeing to fight once more after the war was over. As he fought by her side during the war he would began to gain respect and even trust Arlux on the battlefield. One could say that he would even call her a friend...a term he doesn't use lightly. He even entertained the idea that perhaps it was her who would shape the world...no one would be able to defeat her. Watching her charge into the depths of hell he would ask himself silently...
What kind of world does she wish to create
Relationships
Velryg (Father)-Alive-Currently lives in the Ancient Forest. A wise dragon who worried for the safety of his on.
Syvvern (Sister)-Deceased, was killed when she was young and used to create powerful weapons.
Combat
Weapon of Choice: *Kapu Kuʻialua fighting style. It is a versatile martial arts form that emphasizes breaking bones, throwing, and even manipulating pressure points.
A mighty sword granted by Pele, which is simply a rather large shard of obsidian with one end being wrapped in cloth for a handle. Has the unique ability to store the heat produced from Tutu Pele’s power, and release it in one powerful strike.
Abilities: Divine Flame using his Dragon Magic Aaxir generates green flames across the battlefield to defend and heal his allies simultaneously. Although his beliefs have changed quite a bit since developing the technique, his desire to help those in need still remains at his core. The flames that surround his allies heal most curses, ailments, and injuries; however, those he views as his enemies will be burned by the same flame. Using this ability takes its toll on Aaxir, but it allows him and his allies to continue the good fight.
Skills: Having explored the world and its many harsh environments, Aaxir is fairly skilled at surviving out in the wilderness. Outside of that, Aaxir inherited the ability of his father to weave tall tales and present compelling stories. Although he doesn't use the skill very much these days for sheer entertainment he might call upon the tales of the past to emphasize a point, or make a compelling argument.
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ThatWhichShouldBe
Elder Member
Name: Huang SanNicknames/Aliases: “Farmboy”, “Plan B”
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: Human (Giant heritage)
Patron god: Sun Wukong
Country of Origin: Zheng Fa
Appearance
Height: 7' 5
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Black
Extra Features: Exceedingly rough and calloused hands. Scarred face from a lifetime of hard work.
Personality
Humble and hard-working, Huang San is the true personification of the salt of the earth. He is a simple, practical young man, with a certain world-worn wisdom born of a hard life. He is inured to pain; starvation following bad harvests and the pain of working uncooperative earth have left him well acquainted with suffering. He is patient; able to rest easy and watch for his moment. Huang San is not a man given to outbursts of passion, his demeanor more akin to that of a placid lake. Smooth and serene at the surface, with things lying in their depths. But when he is given cause to properly move, he is like a river moving: Impossible to truly stop.
Background
Huang San lived in a village on the Zheng Fa side of their border with Olrodia. It was a simple, humble life. Grow rice. Harvest. Hope it was enough to last the year. Be hungry if it wasn't. And Huang San became very good at what he did, as time passed by. It was said that he was the descendent of one of the Olrodian Giants who traveled north, but with no real genealogy to speak of, it was just a rumor.
It was this size that spared him when Olrodia's legions came calling.
War is cruelest to those who had little. It had been a bad harvest already; Olrodia's armies came through and took what little remained so that they could march north against Zheng Fa's warriors. He helped who he could, but death took the old. Then the very young. Then the men and women. Eventually, only Huang San remained. He went north, once the village was empty, and along the way he met... Arlux. Looking for champions, warriors against Olrodia. There was a great tournament occurring to choose who would follow Arlux south, to attract the attention of the Gods, and for some strange reason, Arlux convinced him to enter it.
He faced all manner of techniques and tricks, people who prided themselves on the might and history of their arts.
And yet, he won anyway. Through stubborn grit and strength, he won. Again and again. And when he stood at the winner's place, a God answered, amused by the farmhand who had defeated some of the best Zheng Fa had to offer.
My staff is the first of my gifts you've won. It's good for walking with, don't you think?
Relationships
Arlux - She found him scrabbling in the dirt, and recognized his potential long before his God chose him. She watched as he competed against the best martial artists Zheng Fa had to offer, defeating martial arts hundreds of generations old with the simplest of blows. She watched as at the peak of his victory, the God chose him for his own. And he watched as she died. As he has watched others die.
Tiryas - He is the reason that Huang San knows how to dig many graves in a short amount of time. What more needs to be said?
Weapon of Choice:
Ruyi Jingu Bang, the transforming staff of Sun Wukong. It shrinks, it grows, it multiplies into myriad copies. It is a lofty weapon for a humble man, wielded in the crudest of ways. The God wouldn't have it any other way.
Abilities:
Farming Techniques, Earth Arts: Each and every one of Huang San's Arts is derived from some movement he has refined to a science while he was a farmer. His Earth affinity for Arts has endowed these with certain characteristic traits. The particularly notable ones are below. Essentially, they all rely on imbuing his staff and his body with the essence of heavy, solid, Earth, rending him a walking mountain in battle.
- Sowing Seeds: Huang San 'tosses' his Ruyi Jingu Bang up, causing it to multiply and sending a spray of identical heavy staffs over an area to shower down on opponents and crush them.
- Break the Earth: The simplest of his techniques; he strikes something really hard while making his weapon heavier with Earth arts.
- Sweep Pests: He sweeps his staff, sending the enemies before him off their feet as the staff extends, an effect enhanced with Earth arts.
- Chase the Wolf: An explosive movement that sends him charging forward very quickly.
- Scarred Skin: He reinforces his skin with Earth Arts. Nothing fancy.
- Lift Hay: With a sweep of his staff, he deflects or parries an attack with the same motions he uses to carry and chuck straw for his cows.
- Harvesting: The most profound of his techniques. With every blow he gives and takes in a given battle, his harvest grows, and he gains momentum. Growing ever stronger, though this is quite exhausting when performed for longer periods of time.
- Digging a Grave: He has not yet expressed this as a technique. But he could. And he will soon.
Might of the Stone Monkey: Huang San is among the strongest, physically speaking, heroes remaining. Stone shatters under his blows. Normal weapons simply bounce off his skin. His might and hardiness are the stuff of true legend, his endurance allowing him to battle far longer than any normal man.
Swiftness of the Stone Monkey: He is surprisingly agile and swift for his size, to the point of supernatural enhancement.
Skills:
Agriculture: He is, in fact, very good at growing crops, after a lifetime of practice and experience. He's also a good hand at raising livestock as well. This might come in handy, or it might really be a matter for after the war.
'Agriculture': The way to strike hard and take blows. This he knows very well, honed by hardship and hard work. To endure and exert; these are the fundamental heart of working the earth. He is incredibly adept at enduring deprivation and harsh conditions, and even without any sorcery, can shatter a man's skull with his bare hands.
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OldTurtle
Shells Are Nice
Basic Information
Name: Fel Petri
Gender: Male
Age: 68
Race: Sun Elf
Patron god: Ayao
Country of Origin: Pyla
Appearance
Height: 5'9" (175 cm)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
General Description:
Fel's wiry figure and youthful appearance belie his true age. In a (futile) attempt to appear less immature, he dresses himself immaculately, carefully curating his appearance every morning even while traveling. There are two constants in his outfits - a large, dark cloak and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses gifted to him by one of his mentors. A way of softening his sharp gaze, supposedly. Fel claims he doesn't quite agree, but he's never seen without them.
Divine Synchronization
Personality
Fel can be a difficult person to get along with. Armed with a sharp tongue and even sharper wit, the sun elf is incredibly combative and can hardly go a day without picking a fight - and overflowing with stubbornness, he refuses to lose even the pettiest of squabbles. His ego simply will not permit it. But though he is incredibly hot-tempered, Fel is equally quick to cool and hardly ever holds a grudge - really, that's such a waste of time. Time that could be much better invested in more productive enterprises.
Above all else, Fel values a desire for self-improvement. Having devoted his life to the study of magic, the elven mage feels a kind of kinship toward those who similarly dedicate themselves. Despite his temper and vanity, Fel displays remarkable kindness and patience towards those willing to learn and even harbors a soft spot for children, often opting to take on the role of mentor and instructor. In turn, he despises the willfully ignorant and indolent, considering them utterly reprehensible. Blunt and unfiltered, he isn't afraid to say so either, as the many scars accrued from brawls over the years can attest to. But beyond the minefield of barbed words and prickly thorns, Fel is somehow not entirely unpleasant - in fact, those who earn his respect may even find him quite affable, fiercely loyal, and equipped with a healthy sense of humor from time to time. Not that it makes him any less insufferable the rest of the time.
Background
The grand story of the brilliant, genius, incredible, very-much-amazing-if-you-take-him-at-his-word Fel begins in a dark corner of the worst parts of Port Ensai, where the young Sun elf was born and promptly abandoned at the end of a particularly dusty alley, nameless and unwanted. An ignominious start, no doubt, but he was hardly going to let that hold him back.
After surviving his initial circumstances by the skin of his teeth and power of his will - at this, Cassius Petri, the old human sculptor who'd come upon the infant elf and taken him in, was apt to swat Fel across the back of his head for another of his countless childhood fibs and exaggerations -, Fel began to flourish. Port Ensai, being the trade center of Pyla, was host to a diverse array of travelers, merchants, artisans, and artists. In his youth, Fel often wandered the marketplaces and taverns, listening to stories from distant lands and watching masters of their crafts display their skills. Most were happy to indulge the young elf - an endearing child when he kept his mouth shut, it was all too easy to convince adults to keep him around. Those who weren't tended to wake up to lizards in their drawers or soot blackening their favorite cloaks. A mere coincidence, no doubt.
Trouble-making aside, Fel was typically a well-behaved child. He learned quickly, absorbing knowledge like a sponge and tearing through books faster than Cassius could acquire new ones. At a young age, he also began to display the particular affinity for fire magic all Sun elves possessed. It cost his adoptive father a pretty penny to find a suitable instructive tome for the child to learn from. Even then, much of the book was bunkum and balderdash - in other words, a scam. But there was enough truth slipped in between fabrications that Fel began to grasp the nature of his abilities. Magic became something of a passion of his, and over the next years Fel collected whatever relevant knowledge passing through Port Ensai he could get his hands on.
Recognizing Fel's burgeoning skill and interest, Cassius sought to find a way to provide his son everything he could ever need. The conclusion was obvious: send Fel to the Isles, the magical capital of the world. It would be a long, difficult journey for a boy who'd never been further than a few minutes from his home, but Cassius had faith Fel could prosper in any environment.
Though excited by the prospect of traveling to the Isles, Fel's enthusiasm was dampened by the sobering realization of his father's age. Already in his late fifties when he'd picked up Fel, the fifteen years since had not been kind on the old human. Unable to bear the thought of leaving Cassius to pass away alone, Fel stayed with him for the next four years. When the man ultimately passed, Fel departed for the Isles, unbound by any remaining ties to Pyla and supported by the hefty sum he and his father had saved over the past few years.
There are few effective treatments for deep grief, but Fel found himself adequately distracted from it by his travels. For the first time seeing a world he'd only ever caught glimpses of through painted pictures and spoken tales, the young elf was instantly enamored by the beauty of the Isles. A stark contrast from the dusty, stone-carved Pyla - impressive in its own right but dreadfully boring after nearly two decades - the Isles were filled with towering marble structures, rippling blue seas, and more magic than Fel had ever seen in his life.
It was love at first sight.
After managing to work his way into securing a spot at one of the Isles' top magic academies - a story of its own, which roughly boils down to luck, luck, a lot of luck, some greased palms, more luck, two broken noses, and a few deft displays of magical competence - Fel found himself immediately immersed in the rapids that were the arcane institutions. Between patching up his sorely-lacking educational foundation and working through his new coursework, Fel found himself spending more time within the various libraries and athenaeums contained within the ivory towers. At times, entire days would go by with Fel concealed behind the heavy oaken doors, never catching even a glimpse of sunlight.
And yet, the elf thrived. Fel took to his work with great zeal, quickly making a name for himself by way of his blossoming skills and the speed at which he took to new material. The next years were among the most difficult and marvelous years of his youth. A mage's training demanded breadth and depth alike, and Fel was provided with a rigorous education ranging from incantations to mathematics and language. Centuries of knowledge that would never have been available to any commoner outside the Isles contained within the pages he pored over, devoting his mind and body to. He hardly even minded how many of the other students shunned him - for his relative poverty, for the underhanded methods he'd employed to be accepted into such a presitigious institution, for the ease with which he learned and outperformed, and most of all, because he was utterly intolerable about it all. There was an air of confidence about the elf that bordered on cockiness - only it was difficult to call him such when Fel consistently surpassed even his own expectations. For all his personality flaws, there was no criticizing his scholastic achievements and he knew it, reveled in it.
But all good things must end in time. As he neared the end of his ten or so year residence at the academy, the Sun elf was forced to confront the great, dreadful, looming question: what was he going to do now? What would his future consist of, as a full-fledged mage with no real further purpose after reaching his initial goal?
The answer came quite out of the blue. One pleasant morning, a letter arrived from one Carissa Lanthera, distinguished professor of the arcane and a prominent researcher at the academy. She was impressed, the older Fae wrote, by the work he'd done the previous year with one of the many artifacts available to senior students at the academy. He'd displayed a keen eye and she apparently saw value in his skills. This was an offer for a position on one of her research teams, a rare invitation only a choice few students ever received. Without hesitation, Fel accepted.
And so the next stage of his life began, in many aspects similar to the previous. Fel remained at the academy, though no longer among the students. Instead, he was employed as a full-time researcher, studying an array of strange, magical artifacts sourced from the Well of Origin. In his off-time, Professor Lanthera instructed him further in the arcane arts. Unlike the typical academy education, which was largely the same for all students, Lanthera's teaching were tailored to the Sun elf's unique strengths, and under her, his already prodigious talents in the way of fire magic grew tremendously. Fel spent the next thirty-five years here, moving between teams and up the ranks of researchers under Lanthera, constantly learning and improving his skills (and on some occasions even teaching younger students), before something changed.
The Oldrodia Empire was on the warpath.
Though news traveled fast in the Isles, Fel often remained isolated while he worked, locked away in offices and laboratories. When tidings of unrest in Olrodia finally reached him up in his ivory tower, Emperor Tiryan had already begun to subjugate peoples across and around the empire's lands, expanding his reach further and further.
Fel thought little of it. Though the Isles were still another of the many kingdoms, in his eyes the nation was a monolith, towering and infallible. Only a fool or a madman would try to assail an archipelago of cursed islands, ancient artifacts of great power, and a host of powerful mages. But as more information arrived and it was discovered that the emperor wielded the dark magics of the Crimson King and led an army of demons, it became obvious that he was exactly the sort of madman who would invade not just the Isles, but the entire world all at once - and, with those vile powers at his disposal, possessed the ability to succeed. The call to arms echoed across the world, and the Isles began to gather its forces.
Shortly after, when Fel arrived at Lanthera's office for one of their regular updates, he found the room in a state of great disarray - a rarity for the obsessively-neat Fae. Among her scattered belongings were several large bags, filled with all her most precious belongings. She was leaving.
The Isles' forces needed manpower, Lanthera explained when Fel found her. A powerful mage in her own right, Lanthera would be a valuable asset to the war efforts, whether it be on the front lines or supporting from the rear. Fel thought she'd gone mad. She would leave her students, her home, her life's work to go risk everything fighting in a war that didn't need her. Perhaps this was a late-life crisis, or some form of psychosis, anything - all he knew was that this was insanity. But even as he went from arguing to bartering to pleading to physically impeding her from leaving, Lanthera was unbudging.
"We have a solemn duty as guardians of the future generations to protect and nurture them, to provide a safe environment where they can learn, and grow, and prosper," the Fae stated. "I have consecrated my life to their futures as an educator, and I am willing to give it in their defense."
Fixed with the intense gaze that had impressed him so heavily in his youth, the Fel stepped aside. He never saw her again.
Several months later, it was the morning after the academy had dedicated a plaque in the name of the late Professor Carissa Lanthera when Fel found it difficult to get out of bed. For only the second time in his life, the elf was struck by deep grief, only this time there was nowhere he could flee from it. Fel felt fatigued, worn down in every way possible. With even their research groups dissolved upon Lanthera's death, there was little to distract himself with. Little motivation remained to find new work - easy as it would be- and to continue living out his days in the same way he had for close to forty years now. What was once the pride and joy of his life became drudging monotony and the elf began to question why he was still there at all. Weeks passed, and he not once did he emerge from his room.
And then-
"Enough of that," a firm voice demanded. "You have wallowed in your grief long enough. Do not further waste decades of progress in days."
Then what? What was he to do now?
"If it is a purpose you seek, then there is one I may provide: a war rages, and you will help bring it to an end."
The war? The war that had taken Professor Lanthera's life? Was he supposed to pointlessly offer up his own as well?
"Pointlessly? To sacrifice yourself in defense of your people is an honor, and your mentor died the most respectable of deaths. But the war continues and more lives will be lost. Her sacrifice , and those of many others, will mean nothing if you sit aside and watch as the world falls to greed and madness."
Even then, how was he - merely a single man - supposed to do anything about it on his own?
"You are certainly not alone. I am Ayao, goddess of air and wind. Wield my strength well, my hero, and there will be nothing that can stand in our way."
And with that, the chosen hero of Ayao emerged from his room and turned to the task at hand: saving the world.
Relationships
- Cassius Petri: Fel's deceased adoptive father. He loved the man dearly, though in recent times it's become increasingly difficult to remember his face or voice. Still, he treasures the time they spent together and the lessons he taught him.
- Carissa Lanthera: Fel's deceased mentor. A second parental figure to him (arguably even more so than his father), she was responsible for both deflating his prodigious ego some and feeding his deep obsession with magic. Her passing ultimately turned his attention from academia to warcraft.
Combat
Weapon of Choice: Fel wields a tall wooden staff inlaid with large chunks of cut crystals. Named Eudaimonia, it is his latest magical medium, through which he casts most incantations. The third of his staffs since becoming a mage, Eudaimonia is of the highest craftsmanship and cost Fel a tidy sum to acquire.
Abilities: While as an expert mage, Fel was classically-trained to wield all six elements at a basic level - albeit not with a focus on combat employment -, as a Sun elf, Fel's greatest strengths lie in his vastly more developed mastery of fire magic (and through Ayao's gifts, wind magic). With his staff as his focus, the mage can summon and wield powerful flames like second nature. Priding himself on his control of his flames, Fel's incantations are capable of burning away the individual filaments of a spider web and casting great infernos large enough to swallow up entire buildings alike. His signature move is also one of his most destructive: a massive pillar of flame that consumes everything within it without exception. However, as with all mages, incantations of this scale require time to cast and leave him vulnerable in the meantime. But if able to cast freely - and especially in combination with a Sun elf's natural disposition - Fel's fire magic reaches unparalleled levels of destructive power at his peak.
Though Fel is strongest as a fire mage, Ayao's gifts grant him a new avenue of strength he would be remiss to neglect. He often uses the ability to fly to reposition himself in battles and manipulates oxygen to enhance and redirect his flames - as on its own, it is all too easy for fire to escape its master and grow uncontrollable, destroying indiscriminately. Ayao's gifts over air work in tandem with his fire magic to allow Fel to reach new heights - such as the creation of twisting, traveling firestorms consuming everything in their path.
Ultimately, however, the full, destructive potential of his abilities are often hampered - on the battlefield, any fire magic on too large a scale threatens to harms his allies as well, so Fel must always be careful while casting.
Skills: Fel is an adept sculptor, having initially learned the art as a child and continuing to practice it during his time in the Isles.
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Worthlessplebian
Worthless pleb
Name: Tiberius Helvian
Nicknames/Aliases: Longinus, "tall son of a wh---."
Gender: Male;
Age: 28 Years;
Race: Human;
Patron god: Qin;
Country of Origin: The Empire of Olrodia
Appearance (Art by timkgonart on DA):
Height: 6'2" (183 cm)
Hair Color: Platinum blond;
Eye Color: Blue;
Extra Features: The gladiator's skin resembles an art piece of scar lines, primarily concentrated around his pectorals and stomach, with a few noticeable on his legs.
General Description: Tiberius' face looks older than his age entails; a face sculpted by a master chiseler, weathered by a cruel, uncaring environment. Arms resemble that of a ballista's. Strong, durable, but deceptively flexible. His muscles ride tightly beneath his partially-tanned skin, but if he didn't flex or pose then they'd barely show at all. His chest is wide, almost barrel-like. His hair is blond with the sheen of polished steel. Neatly complimenting the stark azures of his eyes. Yet they bore an unnecessary hardness to them. Sights that few men should see.
Personality
In spite of the gladiator's truncated, lamentable past, he is a verifiable spirit of joy. Plagued with a perpetual smile, a bottomless bottle of optimism, and easy-going. Yet he is not unwounded by it, beneath the veneer bubbles a terrible anger, born of indignation and righteous justice. His knack for showmanship, implanted and stirred on by his stint as a gladiator, poisoned with notes of arrogance or pride. Even with Emperor Tiryan's atrocious influence, Tiberius loves his Olrodia greatly, if he had been given the choice to choose his birthplace, he'd still pick Olrodia. Like many Olrodians, Tiberus too likes his wine, frequently drinking or dipping his bread into it. His favourite dish had to be beef stew with coarse bread and as a desert frumentum with honey and soft cheese.
At first, he disliked poetry, but begrudgingly warmed up to it when he listened to a dame recite it daily near his cell window. His heart aches for freedom, having spent many of his precious years as a gladiator in the Colosseum. Once his duties are done, he'll reform the gladiator system. Or hopes to, anyway.
Background:
Born to a mercatores, merchants in other terms, Tiberius led a life of constant movement. His father, Septimus, was blessed with a silver tongue and skill in haggling. In a way, Tiberius quite enjoyed this nomadism. Going from marketplace to marketplace, to the roadsides, selling food and clothing to soldiers or whoever crossed their paths. He enjoyed the way his father skillfully misdirected his customers, even more, he enjoyed the company of his brothers and sister. Indeed, life was good for the young Tiberius with a bowl of frumentum in front of him and love around him. Unfortunately, like with all good things in life, it came to an end. Rather, violently as during one pilgrimage to another city to export their wares, they were beset by blood thirsty bandits and slavers. His father and mother were slaughtered like dogs, throats slit and face dashed against the rocks or trees. His brothers did not fare better, most were killed, save for one who like Tiberius fought against his tormentors. They were captured along with their sister.
The sister was separated from her brothers, though desperately, they tried to remain together. The two brothers were passed around slavers and commoners, before both were sent to gladiator schools. There the pair made a name for themselves. Though not in a cordial manner. In an ironic twist of fate, they were sent to opposing gladiator schools which meant in the ring, they'd almost faced each other constantly. Their fights were stuff of legends, they possessed such hatred, such venom towards each other, one would assume that they weren't brothers at all.
The audience always waited with baited breath which one would die, but they never did, always coming close but never enough. They blamed each other for their predicament, like children, as if they could stop their abductions.
But Tiberius heard terrible news one day: his brother died to another gladiator. Grief stricken, the performance warrior tried to escape with all his cunning and might, but instead only earned ire from his captors in the colosseum. His impertinence will no longer be tolerated, a grand spectacle was to be ordained.
He would fight two lions with one beastmaster at the helm. Yet despite the odds, his footsteps were like thunder as he stepped into the ring. The audience with their glazed, thoughtless eyes stared on the precipice of excitement for this battle. Their cheers were as loud as the thunder, for both Tiberius, dubbed Longinus long ago for his size, and his beast-commanding opponent. The lions dashed with unspeakable ferocity, goaded into a frenzy by their master. Instantly, Tiberius had been on the defensive, sidestepping, backstepping, blocking, and jabbing at the animals. Their mighty paws swung against his shield producing an ear-piercing screech each time. The beastmaster stayed back as he watched his pets attack Longinus. But that was his mistake, as Longinus planted a final bait. He exposed himself to one of the lions with his back, the creature of instinct recognized this immediately. It barreled to him with maddening speed, looking for the kill. But Longinus knew where it was, he smacked the lion in front of him with his shield and spun off to the side as the second, attacking lion jumped. His momentum planted the gladius into the lion's side, slipping between the ribs and into the heart. The beastmaster saw this horrific sight. He became mad with frenetic rage. Before Longinus realized, he'd been pinned to the ground by a spear in his shoulder and a lion clawing for his neck, held back by his shield.
But just as he gave up hope. One heard his silent prayer: "Free me."
His body glowed into a purple void, before darkness burst from his body. Like a river deluge, darkness spread across the battle-tested sands. And Qin, Goddess of Darkness, chose her champion. The gladiator slashed the beastmaster's throat and escaped in the mists of darkness. He ran for days to escape, even going so far as to ignore the little, soft voice in his head. He survived that day with a timely intervention of two new friends.
Relationships:
Family - Helvian, Septimus (Father, Deceased); Helvian, Nero (Brother, Deceased);
Suzuki, Kaida - A trusted friend. He teaches her medicinal treatments, she teaches him how to cook. He gives her mana, she makes bread. Mutual exchanging aside, he meshes well with her carefree attitude, and looks forward to their interactions.
Combat
Weapon of Choice: Gladius/Spatha and Shield.
Abilities: The Umbral Cloak - Longinus sheds darkness from his body, obscuring his movements and gaining celerity.
Rivers of Darkness - He shoots out a torrent of physical darkness, propelling opponents away from him.
Divine Sync
Skills: He has an innate talent for drawing and knows how to cook for himself. He knows a bit about wound healing and medicinal herbs.
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Tucker of Legendary Status
Basic Information
Name: Chrome Van der Linde
Nicknames/Aliases: Romeo, General Red, Bloody Prince, One-eyed Demon
Gender: Male
Age: 207 years old (Looks about mid 20s)
Race: Royal Vampire
Patron god: Hanuman
Country of Origin: Jorvik
Appearance
[Dark Choco - Cookie Run]
Height: 6’10 or 208 cm
Hair Color: Black with White Streaks
Eye Color: Crimson
Extra Features: Multiple large scars scattered throughout his body
General Description: Chrome is a tall and well-built man though his usual dark colored apparel makes him look skinnier than he really is. Despite his somewhat hard demeanor Chrome is a roguishly handsome man as his scars add a nice mysterious twist to his character. Chrome’s scarred eye still works but he simply keeps it closed because of it’s blood red sclera and pupil making it look rather evil in a sense.
Personality
Chrome is a quiet man that likes to speak with his actions more than words. He usually speaks in a deep and calm voice that sounds rather eloquent whenever he does speak. He is logical and cunning with great control over his own emotions making him scarily unpredictable as his understanding of how emotions work helps him influence others to do as he pleases. Despite his cold and calculating demeanor Chrome is truly harmless at heart as when surrounded by those he actually cares about he can be kind and even amusing company. Due to his deep care for his party members he uses his near impervious body and overwhelming strength to protect his allies usually blocking or stopping attacks that might be rather fatal to his allies but a flesh wound to him. Enduring through Arlux’s unexpected death was truly difficult as he was too confident with her abilities. His desire for revenge is suppressed by his will to protect everyone else.
Background
Chrome is a descendant of the original Crimson King’s broken family as he was born in a small cabin hidden deep within the frozen forest of Jorvik to a single mother. His mother was a powerful royal vampire that had conceived Chrome 2 years after meeting his father who was a hardened half giant man who secluded himself from most of the world. Chrome would never get to meet his father though as 2 months before he was born a rival clan of royal vampires tracked down and tried to kidnap his mother looking to seize the blood of the Crimson King inside his mother and himself. His father despite being outnumbered fought brutal enough to either kill or fatally wound said group of royals but at the cost of his own life as he was left on the edge of death before having to be mercy killed by Chrome's mother as he was slowly transforming into a commoner vampire and wished to die while he was still human. After Chrome's fathers death his mother was a changed woman and the events drove her near insane and it reflected heavily in her actions towards Chrome. She cared deeply for the child but was afraid to love him too much as she felt it might make him weak in the end. She raised Chrome almost like a solider teaching him obedience and discipline by putting him through hardships and harsh punishments. As soon as Chrome was able to walk he was taught to track and as soon as he could hold a weapon he was taught how to properly hunt which led him to having to catch his own meals since the age of 5. This caused Chrome to struggle greatly and nearly die of malnutrition, poison berries, and wild animals many times in his early life until eventually he mastered every skill he needed to survive. Then his mother started to teach him how to cook his own meals, how to make his own clothes with the hide of whatever he caught, and even hand to hand combat. Chrome despite his life being a constant upward struggle never hated his mother as he didn't know anything else in this world and only wished to please her despite how harsh or merciless she may be towards him. Chrome always did his best for his mother and despite being left out in the wild or being beaten down by her in training he stayed resilient and had a hard time staying down which impressed his mother but she refused to show it and simply pushed him harder in response as she was inspired herself by the boy's spirit and will.
Once Chrome was reaching pre-adolescence and finally starting to master everything his mother taught him before she decided to tell him the truth of his lineage and the story of the Crimson King which Chrome simply asked "So are we bad too?" An innocent but impactful question to his mother which she struggled to answer for a bit but not wanting Chrome to be like his great grandfather before him she responded "We are whoever we build ourselves to be child let your actions reflect your intentions not your words." Words that ring throughout Chrome's mind constantly as it opened his mind that maybe one day he can leave the forest and find what he wants to become. Chrome continued to stay in Jorvik with his mother for the next few years though now practicing his blood magic with his mother now knowing his vampire heritage, and he grew at an alarming rate his talent for blood magic was almost incomprehensible and his rapid growth spurts made him reach over 6 foot at the age of 13. Seeing the growing talent that is her child Chrome's mother felt great fear for her child as she was afraid his talent would make him ambitious and that could lead him to be more of a target than he already is and that made her only increase his training and the harshness of it. Unknown to both of them the threat of the royal vampires looking to consume or use the descendants of the Crimson King's blood to further boost their own abilities looking to become the new Crimson King. At the age of 21 Chrome had become a fine and powerful young man truly mastering everything his mother every taught him and learning a few other things on his own like crafting accessories, clothing, and even doing calisthenics as a form of relaxation and training enjoying the struggle of learning how to control his muscles through strenuous exercise becoming a healthy outlet for his emotions while also building up his body. Soon the peaceful cycle would end though as the royal vampires would soon finally act on the discovery of Chrome and his mother and come to his home in force offering the highest position among their royal family, and his mother seeing through their façade spit in their faces and told them to "Get the fuck off my property." Which they did reluctantly but simply waited for nighttime to strike then looking to kidnap or at the very least drain Chrome and his mother dry of their blood. Chrome's mother was prepared but Chrome wasn't as it was his first time seeing anyone other than his mother all his life so he was rather curious at first and too naïve to realize that once the sun goes down his life would change forever. The vampires quickly tried to rush in to the cabin and use their numbers to quickly overwhelm them but Chrome's mother had prepared a good amount of traps after the visit killing a good majority of the vampires and starting to fight off the rest while a confused and disorientated Chrome wakes up from the commotion wondering what the hell is going on. Unknowingly to Chrome this moment of confusion would cost him more than he could ever imagine as his mother willingly jumped in front of a blade of a vampire aiming for Chrome’s heart. His mother started quickly dissolving only letting out a heartfelt “Run my son” before turning into a pile of ash on top of the thick snow.
Chrome rushed over to the pile filled with a unexplainable guilt and pain in his chest and when the ash was blown away by the strong wind in the snowy night he was then filled with an overwhelming emptiness as the vampires all laughed and scolded Chrome seeing him in such a pitiful state as tears uncontrollably ran down his face as he stared at the ground in shock. Soon though that emptiness was filled with a single emotion…rage, and it was a rage so vile and uncontrollable that even Chrome himself tried to hold it back afraid his body would be destroyed if he tried to express it fully, and in this silent rage his very first slaughter began. Chrome opponents had no idea what was coming as Chrome simply stood up silently looked at the sky and turned to them with a expression so cold yet so a gaze so evil and belittling they froze unsure of what they were looking at. That’s when Chrome broke the silence with a sudden charge and started attacking and brutalizing everything in sight with the ferocity of a rabid beast biting, riping, and slicing through everything in sight until Chrome and everything around him was a bloody mess. In that mess Chrome gained his most notorious scar being the one that sits over his left eye and that was the only thing he gained from that day other than a overwhelming emptiness to deal with inside of him. For the next 100 years Chrome simply lived on in the woods alone surviving day to day with little to no change in schedule simply because that’s all he knew as he felt nothing about the repetitiveness of his actions and simply was a husk of who he once was. Soon change decided to happen though when a small girl from a Jorvik village had gotten lost on Chrome’s side of the woods and ended up leading a aggravated cave bear to his doorstep. Chrome still in his own head didn't think much of the situation until the girl started banging on his cabin door looking for help or shelter and Chrome not wanting anyone to die because of him again felt no choice but to act. Without saying anything to the girl he simply opened his door walked out past her and approached the charging bear to stop its charge completely by slamming both of his fists down into the bear as soon as it came within range knocking it unconscious near instantly. The girl shocked yet grateful was very kind to Chrome and he simply nodded at all her questions without speaking. Though Chrome was rather hesitant when she asked for help to leave this area of the woods as he wasn’t ready to leave the place he had been in so long already but knowing the girl can’t help herself he quietly complied and guided the girl back to her village. Chrome was rather shocked seeing an actual community of people for the first time in his life and even more so when they all thanked him and offered him gifts when he brought the girl back to them. Chrome not really knowing how to socialize and such simply turned down the gifts and said he just helped since she couldn’t get home herself which didn’t really do much to change their view but instead they offered him a place in the village. Chrome shocked and confused but not really knowing how to turn down the persistent kindness simply accepted. 10 years go by and Chrome is apart of the community now helping out as the main source of food in the community for his exceptional hunting and gathering skills selling many hides, herbs, and meats he finds in the forest. Though Chrome knows things will have to change soon as he’s 131 years old now but hasn’t aged since about 24 years old and he knows eventually somebody will notice.
On his 11th year there Chrome finally tells the village on his plans of leaving to explore the rest of the world knowing if he stays for too long his beloved home would only come to discover the truth of what he is, and he'd rather leave while they still remember him the way they do now than anything else. Chrome set off into the world with nothing but a rucksack of clothes and whatever valuables he could fit alongside it walking through the forest in a random direction until he reaches some type of town. For the next 50 years Chrome travelled through all the countries surviving day after day simply surviving by helping others with odd jobs or whatever he can for money or whatever else he might need. Then one day he came across a monk in Yamato that asked for help to carry his mule back to his temple some miles deep into the mountains and Chrome simply wanting to help the old and frail looking man complied and carried the mule on his back to walk 5 miles to the temple with the monk having small talk the whole way. Once reaching the temple the monk said to Chrome "Blood demon your kindness will never be forgotten, but you’ll never find anything on this path to relieve your past suffering, but in this temple I can give you an opportunity to see past that." Words that seemed simple but shocked Chrome to his heart wondering if the old man somehow knew his vampire lineage and why would he offer him to stay if he knew what he was. So many questions entered Chrome's mind but the only answer he could find was to stay and figure out. 20 years of learning the ways of the monk living in meditation, fasting, praying, and even practicing martial arts for discipline is what occurred when he stayed with the monk letting him work out all his inner frustration and demons with the meditation and martial arts and one day while meditating after fasting for 3 months a voice spoke to him in his head "Kin of chaos seeking inner peace how ironic." Chrome thinking his inner thoughts trying to trick him responds "My blood does not decide me but my actions do." To his surprise the voice speaks again "And what type of man do you believe you are?" Chrome feels a warm sensation start to overtake his body like he's being wrapped in a blanket "A man who will become greater than my lineage." The sensation ramps up making Chrome feel like he's being basked in a super warm sunlight as he can't but be filled with a cold determination.
The voice echoes again "Then endure" next thing Chrome knows is his body feels like it suddenly bursts into flames and he feels like he's in a oven and he slumps over in pain keeping silent as he grinds his teeth trying to endure the pain but the voice echoes saying "Is this all you can do? Shame." Chrome hearing this knew any weakness here might just kill him so he sits up and does his best to calm his mind and numb the pain become so focused that he enters a enlightened state in his mind being in his own mental world he felt complete control over. There he meets the voice in his head manifesting into the one of the famous deities the old man taught him for the past 20 years who looks at the man proudly saying "Hehe your tenacity is entertaining to see, but you still have awhile to go." Chrome not being able to respond due to his intense focus he's trying to hold while starts to focus on getting his breathing correct and clouding his mind from the pain and become devoid of all feeling. Enduring the pain for the rest of the day and night he is blessed with the mark of Hanuman a large symbol written on the center of his back meaning 'Enlightened’ for enduring the trial of Hanuman without even whimpering. Hanuman spoke to Chrome again "Your tenacity is greater than you say blood demon if that's the case then this blessing will make your willpower come with a body as strong as it." Chrome is instantly relieved of his fatigue while the exterior of his body feels like a cement wall but he feels as light as a feather, and feels a strong resolve and confidence in his own abilities now Hanuman calls out to him one last time "Go find the other blessed heroes and put on a good show for me yea? The least you could do don't you think." Chrome smirks at the sarcastic tone of Hanuman and simply heads out to the old monk's grave behind the temple on a beautiful hill and sits down in front of the gaze with a small forced smile "Well old man seems like I can't stay here as long as you wanted as fate had something in store for me it seems." Chrome had stood up looking over into the horizon thinking of the vast opportunity around the countries. Chrome walks past the grave down the hill saying "Rest easy old man I'll be back" traveling out towards and beyond the horizon. Chrome traveled for some years around the world again acting as a roaming vigilante brutalizing bandits and crimson minions. Which he then met the party in the middle of and not much speech was required for him to join he just simply gave a smile and nodded seeing their ability and knowing they’re after a similar goal it would only be in his best interest to join. Traveling with the party only for a few years but showing much respect and loyalty to all the members while also keeping his privacy not wanting them to use his old behavior to cloud their impression.
Relationships
[Hmu for all that]
Combat
Weapon of Choice: Whatever Chrome could get his hands on but when all else fails he relies on his own two hands and feet.
Abilities:
God’s Blessed Body (Blessing): Blessed with the strength of Hanuman’s Immortal Body, Chrome body becomes much more resilient and renders most attacks ineffective usually just making weapons bounce off or break against him. His already superhuman strength 3-folded by his steel-like muscles giving him explosive like strength. Chrome's strength is limitless as long as he can train his body to control such power. Due to Chrome's already abnormal strength though Hanuman has to personally guide Chrome through an exercise regimen to help him actually strengthen his body
Authority Of Blood (Blessing): Chrome being a royal vampire blessed with superior blood magic and control, has gained the ability too absorb blood from open wounds or blood sprayed out around him, and his powerful heritage letting him be able to enforce his control over most other vampire’s blood magic attacks. He can also manipulate the blood of others if Chrome stabs into you with his bare hands or if some of his blood gets inside of your body usually through an open wound.
Mana Breathing (Hard-earned Skill): Through vigorous meditation and mental cultivating Chrome has developed a technique to passively replenish his mana by simply following a breathing pattern. Chrome practiced this technique so much it became a natural habit to follow the breathing patterns. Though the rate of mana recovery is unreliable in battle as it could only really help him maintain a single art or incantation near indefinitely if used alone only speeding up greatly when meditating.
Unstoppable Will (Blessing): Blessed with the enlightened mind of Hanuman, Chrome is highly resilient to mental attacks and brings him into a extraordinary focus letting become much harder to ambush and surprise also helping him keep conscious and sane under extreme pain sometimes even finding pleasure in his struggle at moments.
“Form (Weapon Type)” (Incantation): Being talented in using Blood Magic, Chrome has learned how to create different weapon types out of out blood making them as effective and sharp as iron to launch from ranged or wield as weapons. Though Chrome being versatile can also form a shield or a wall of blood to act as a barrier against attacks mainly being effective defending magic attacks. Chrome can now change these constructs into solid iron or even a his black flames condensed down to take shape into a single weapon.
“Black Iron Burial” (Incantation/ w hand-sign): Chrome’s genius level of talent with blood magic has allowed him to partially form a technique that can be used when enough blood is around to form or he uses a large amount of mana to use his own blood before replenishing it. Chrome creates a domain of control around him that when enemies enter are free to being attack from any direction as a bloody mist that can form into projectiles or tentacles to attack or restrain the target from all angles within the domain. Blood on the ground will slowly form into a pool under the enemy looking to impede or paralyze the enemy by binding or slicing off their feet. Though due to using a surplus of mana unless in certain conditions, Chrome uses it only as a last resort as it still uses a good bunch of mana to maintain. Chrome with his newfound knowledge will finish off the opponent in the domain by covering them in the blood of the domain before turning it into solid iron casket around them making them suffocate in the casket before igniting the blood into flames and cremating anything inside the iron casket.
Recovery of the Relentless (Art): With the strong and resilient body blessed by Hanuman and his blood magic talent Chrome can recover from near any attack being able to reattach cut-off limbs quickly or seal deep wounds by using blood magic to seal and holds wounds together making Chrome unable to bleed. This ability is confined only to Chrome though as trying to do the same to others usually causes a hemolytic reaction that kills the person usually within seconds. Chrome is able to now stop other's bleeding without mixing his blood in their body, allowing him to at least prevent those with fatal wounds from bleeding.
Adrenaline Overdrive (Art): Chrome having the mutated yet powerful body of the vampire and the blessing of Hanuman’s body he’s gained an advance version of body reinforcement most art users use. Instead of lacing his body with mana to amplify it, he takes his blood magic to amplify his heart rate to recreate an adrenaline rush type boost but with much greater effect as he increases the flow of blood and oxygen to his muscles increasing his speed, cardio, and overall physicality just as much as most body reinforcements but with much lesser mana use. Can use more mana for an increased boosts but tends to cause bloodlust as the need to replenish the blood becomes a problem that his body naturally reacts to by looking to drain anything near him. This effect is only dampened by the recovery of mana which replenishes his blood.
"Flame" (Incantation): Everything Chrome absorbed from Parzival's memory and essence into a single skill. Chrome is now able to turn blood into flames while being able to control the heat and intensity which the flames burn at with how much mana he pours in. Chrome can also turn this fire into a black flame that will burn hotter than any normal fire and can't be put out even when completely submerged in water. Chrome can control this fire into whatever shape he desires as experience Parzival memories gives is enough for him to work it similarly to his blood magic. The only downside is when used carelessly it can drain mana at a unmanageable rate.
“Bang” (Incantation): Chrome can fire small orbs of blood faster than an arrow and powerful enough to pierce through a brick wall. Chrome can also change the trajectory and momentum of the bullets mid-attack making it an annoying attack to get past. Due to Chrome's training and research back in The Isles he can now turn the orbs into solid iron or even a dense and compressed ball of black flames.
Flight (Transformation): Chrome can conjure powerful leather wings on his back usually just for quick traveling but can hold one or two other people if need be.
Maximum Armor (Art): Chrome is able to use blood to form powerful iron bio-armor that pretty much gives him a foot and a half of iron between him and his main body completely but still remaining as flexible as ever as the armor is like a really thick layer of skin for Chrome. The only thing that can be seen as a downside is Chrome becomes quite heavy and can’t really sneak or move as fast as normal unless he’s using arts to compensate.
Skills: Due to learning on how to survive the harsh environment of Jorvik Chrome is a great hunter and cook. He also dabbles in some light craftsmanship and tailoring making his own clothes and accessories as most people in Jorvik did. He also picked many survival skills as surviving alone in Jorvik requires skill in itself. He also learned a lot of acupuncture and pressure point techniques for quick medical treatment and relaxation. He's a great swindler and despite him saying he hates thieves, will rob someone blind and deaf before they could notice.
Extras: Chrome is technically an outlaw in 2 countries due to becoming rather known in the underworld using the alias ‘General Red’
Name: Chrome Van der Linde
Nicknames/Aliases: Romeo, General Red, Bloody Prince, One-eyed Demon
Gender: Male
Age: 207 years old (Looks about mid 20s)
Race: Royal Vampire
Patron god: Hanuman
Country of Origin: Jorvik
Appearance
[Dark Choco - Cookie Run]
Height: 6’10 or 208 cm
Hair Color: Black with White Streaks
Eye Color: Crimson
Extra Features: Multiple large scars scattered throughout his body
General Description: Chrome is a tall and well-built man though his usual dark colored apparel makes him look skinnier than he really is. Despite his somewhat hard demeanor Chrome is a roguishly handsome man as his scars add a nice mysterious twist to his character. Chrome’s scarred eye still works but he simply keeps it closed because of it’s blood red sclera and pupil making it look rather evil in a sense.
Personality
Chrome is a quiet man that likes to speak with his actions more than words. He usually speaks in a deep and calm voice that sounds rather eloquent whenever he does speak. He is logical and cunning with great control over his own emotions making him scarily unpredictable as his understanding of how emotions work helps him influence others to do as he pleases. Despite his cold and calculating demeanor Chrome is truly harmless at heart as when surrounded by those he actually cares about he can be kind and even amusing company. Due to his deep care for his party members he uses his near impervious body and overwhelming strength to protect his allies usually blocking or stopping attacks that might be rather fatal to his allies but a flesh wound to him. Enduring through Arlux’s unexpected death was truly difficult as he was too confident with her abilities. His desire for revenge is suppressed by his will to protect everyone else.
Background
Chrome is a descendant of the original Crimson King’s broken family as he was born in a small cabin hidden deep within the frozen forest of Jorvik to a single mother. His mother was a powerful royal vampire that had conceived Chrome 2 years after meeting his father who was a hardened half giant man who secluded himself from most of the world. Chrome would never get to meet his father though as 2 months before he was born a rival clan of royal vampires tracked down and tried to kidnap his mother looking to seize the blood of the Crimson King inside his mother and himself. His father despite being outnumbered fought brutal enough to either kill or fatally wound said group of royals but at the cost of his own life as he was left on the edge of death before having to be mercy killed by Chrome's mother as he was slowly transforming into a commoner vampire and wished to die while he was still human. After Chrome's fathers death his mother was a changed woman and the events drove her near insane and it reflected heavily in her actions towards Chrome. She cared deeply for the child but was afraid to love him too much as she felt it might make him weak in the end. She raised Chrome almost like a solider teaching him obedience and discipline by putting him through hardships and harsh punishments. As soon as Chrome was able to walk he was taught to track and as soon as he could hold a weapon he was taught how to properly hunt which led him to having to catch his own meals since the age of 5. This caused Chrome to struggle greatly and nearly die of malnutrition, poison berries, and wild animals many times in his early life until eventually he mastered every skill he needed to survive. Then his mother started to teach him how to cook his own meals, how to make his own clothes with the hide of whatever he caught, and even hand to hand combat. Chrome despite his life being a constant upward struggle never hated his mother as he didn't know anything else in this world and only wished to please her despite how harsh or merciless she may be towards him. Chrome always did his best for his mother and despite being left out in the wild or being beaten down by her in training he stayed resilient and had a hard time staying down which impressed his mother but she refused to show it and simply pushed him harder in response as she was inspired herself by the boy's spirit and will.
Once Chrome was reaching pre-adolescence and finally starting to master everything his mother taught him before she decided to tell him the truth of his lineage and the story of the Crimson King which Chrome simply asked "So are we bad too?" An innocent but impactful question to his mother which she struggled to answer for a bit but not wanting Chrome to be like his great grandfather before him she responded "We are whoever we build ourselves to be child let your actions reflect your intentions not your words." Words that ring throughout Chrome's mind constantly as it opened his mind that maybe one day he can leave the forest and find what he wants to become. Chrome continued to stay in Jorvik with his mother for the next few years though now practicing his blood magic with his mother now knowing his vampire heritage, and he grew at an alarming rate his talent for blood magic was almost incomprehensible and his rapid growth spurts made him reach over 6 foot at the age of 13. Seeing the growing talent that is her child Chrome's mother felt great fear for her child as she was afraid his talent would make him ambitious and that could lead him to be more of a target than he already is and that made her only increase his training and the harshness of it. Unknown to both of them the threat of the royal vampires looking to consume or use the descendants of the Crimson King's blood to further boost their own abilities looking to become the new Crimson King. At the age of 21 Chrome had become a fine and powerful young man truly mastering everything his mother every taught him and learning a few other things on his own like crafting accessories, clothing, and even doing calisthenics as a form of relaxation and training enjoying the struggle of learning how to control his muscles through strenuous exercise becoming a healthy outlet for his emotions while also building up his body. Soon the peaceful cycle would end though as the royal vampires would soon finally act on the discovery of Chrome and his mother and come to his home in force offering the highest position among their royal family, and his mother seeing through their façade spit in their faces and told them to "Get the fuck off my property." Which they did reluctantly but simply waited for nighttime to strike then looking to kidnap or at the very least drain Chrome and his mother dry of their blood. Chrome's mother was prepared but Chrome wasn't as it was his first time seeing anyone other than his mother all his life so he was rather curious at first and too naïve to realize that once the sun goes down his life would change forever. The vampires quickly tried to rush in to the cabin and use their numbers to quickly overwhelm them but Chrome's mother had prepared a good amount of traps after the visit killing a good majority of the vampires and starting to fight off the rest while a confused and disorientated Chrome wakes up from the commotion wondering what the hell is going on. Unknowingly to Chrome this moment of confusion would cost him more than he could ever imagine as his mother willingly jumped in front of a blade of a vampire aiming for Chrome’s heart. His mother started quickly dissolving only letting out a heartfelt “Run my son” before turning into a pile of ash on top of the thick snow.
Chrome rushed over to the pile filled with a unexplainable guilt and pain in his chest and when the ash was blown away by the strong wind in the snowy night he was then filled with an overwhelming emptiness as the vampires all laughed and scolded Chrome seeing him in such a pitiful state as tears uncontrollably ran down his face as he stared at the ground in shock. Soon though that emptiness was filled with a single emotion…rage, and it was a rage so vile and uncontrollable that even Chrome himself tried to hold it back afraid his body would be destroyed if he tried to express it fully, and in this silent rage his very first slaughter began. Chrome opponents had no idea what was coming as Chrome simply stood up silently looked at the sky and turned to them with a expression so cold yet so a gaze so evil and belittling they froze unsure of what they were looking at. That’s when Chrome broke the silence with a sudden charge and started attacking and brutalizing everything in sight with the ferocity of a rabid beast biting, riping, and slicing through everything in sight until Chrome and everything around him was a bloody mess. In that mess Chrome gained his most notorious scar being the one that sits over his left eye and that was the only thing he gained from that day other than a overwhelming emptiness to deal with inside of him. For the next 100 years Chrome simply lived on in the woods alone surviving day to day with little to no change in schedule simply because that’s all he knew as he felt nothing about the repetitiveness of his actions and simply was a husk of who he once was. Soon change decided to happen though when a small girl from a Jorvik village had gotten lost on Chrome’s side of the woods and ended up leading a aggravated cave bear to his doorstep. Chrome still in his own head didn't think much of the situation until the girl started banging on his cabin door looking for help or shelter and Chrome not wanting anyone to die because of him again felt no choice but to act. Without saying anything to the girl he simply opened his door walked out past her and approached the charging bear to stop its charge completely by slamming both of his fists down into the bear as soon as it came within range knocking it unconscious near instantly. The girl shocked yet grateful was very kind to Chrome and he simply nodded at all her questions without speaking. Though Chrome was rather hesitant when she asked for help to leave this area of the woods as he wasn’t ready to leave the place he had been in so long already but knowing the girl can’t help herself he quietly complied and guided the girl back to her village. Chrome was rather shocked seeing an actual community of people for the first time in his life and even more so when they all thanked him and offered him gifts when he brought the girl back to them. Chrome not really knowing how to socialize and such simply turned down the gifts and said he just helped since she couldn’t get home herself which didn’t really do much to change their view but instead they offered him a place in the village. Chrome shocked and confused but not really knowing how to turn down the persistent kindness simply accepted. 10 years go by and Chrome is apart of the community now helping out as the main source of food in the community for his exceptional hunting and gathering skills selling many hides, herbs, and meats he finds in the forest. Though Chrome knows things will have to change soon as he’s 131 years old now but hasn’t aged since about 24 years old and he knows eventually somebody will notice.
On his 11th year there Chrome finally tells the village on his plans of leaving to explore the rest of the world knowing if he stays for too long his beloved home would only come to discover the truth of what he is, and he'd rather leave while they still remember him the way they do now than anything else. Chrome set off into the world with nothing but a rucksack of clothes and whatever valuables he could fit alongside it walking through the forest in a random direction until he reaches some type of town. For the next 50 years Chrome travelled through all the countries surviving day after day simply surviving by helping others with odd jobs or whatever he can for money or whatever else he might need. Then one day he came across a monk in Yamato that asked for help to carry his mule back to his temple some miles deep into the mountains and Chrome simply wanting to help the old and frail looking man complied and carried the mule on his back to walk 5 miles to the temple with the monk having small talk the whole way. Once reaching the temple the monk said to Chrome "Blood demon your kindness will never be forgotten, but you’ll never find anything on this path to relieve your past suffering, but in this temple I can give you an opportunity to see past that." Words that seemed simple but shocked Chrome to his heart wondering if the old man somehow knew his vampire lineage and why would he offer him to stay if he knew what he was. So many questions entered Chrome's mind but the only answer he could find was to stay and figure out. 20 years of learning the ways of the monk living in meditation, fasting, praying, and even practicing martial arts for discipline is what occurred when he stayed with the monk letting him work out all his inner frustration and demons with the meditation and martial arts and one day while meditating after fasting for 3 months a voice spoke to him in his head "Kin of chaos seeking inner peace how ironic." Chrome thinking his inner thoughts trying to trick him responds "My blood does not decide me but my actions do." To his surprise the voice speaks again "And what type of man do you believe you are?" Chrome feels a warm sensation start to overtake his body like he's being wrapped in a blanket "A man who will become greater than my lineage." The sensation ramps up making Chrome feel like he's being basked in a super warm sunlight as he can't but be filled with a cold determination.
The voice echoes again "Then endure" next thing Chrome knows is his body feels like it suddenly bursts into flames and he feels like he's in a oven and he slumps over in pain keeping silent as he grinds his teeth trying to endure the pain but the voice echoes saying "Is this all you can do? Shame." Chrome hearing this knew any weakness here might just kill him so he sits up and does his best to calm his mind and numb the pain become so focused that he enters a enlightened state in his mind being in his own mental world he felt complete control over. There he meets the voice in his head manifesting into the one of the famous deities the old man taught him for the past 20 years who looks at the man proudly saying "Hehe your tenacity is entertaining to see, but you still have awhile to go." Chrome not being able to respond due to his intense focus he's trying to hold while starts to focus on getting his breathing correct and clouding his mind from the pain and become devoid of all feeling. Enduring the pain for the rest of the day and night he is blessed with the mark of Hanuman a large symbol written on the center of his back meaning 'Enlightened’ for enduring the trial of Hanuman without even whimpering. Hanuman spoke to Chrome again "Your tenacity is greater than you say blood demon if that's the case then this blessing will make your willpower come with a body as strong as it." Chrome is instantly relieved of his fatigue while the exterior of his body feels like a cement wall but he feels as light as a feather, and feels a strong resolve and confidence in his own abilities now Hanuman calls out to him one last time "Go find the other blessed heroes and put on a good show for me yea? The least you could do don't you think." Chrome smirks at the sarcastic tone of Hanuman and simply heads out to the old monk's grave behind the temple on a beautiful hill and sits down in front of the gaze with a small forced smile "Well old man seems like I can't stay here as long as you wanted as fate had something in store for me it seems." Chrome had stood up looking over into the horizon thinking of the vast opportunity around the countries. Chrome walks past the grave down the hill saying "Rest easy old man I'll be back" traveling out towards and beyond the horizon. Chrome traveled for some years around the world again acting as a roaming vigilante brutalizing bandits and crimson minions. Which he then met the party in the middle of and not much speech was required for him to join he just simply gave a smile and nodded seeing their ability and knowing they’re after a similar goal it would only be in his best interest to join. Traveling with the party only for a few years but showing much respect and loyalty to all the members while also keeping his privacy not wanting them to use his old behavior to cloud their impression.
Relationships
[Hmu for all that]
Combat
Weapon of Choice: Whatever Chrome could get his hands on but when all else fails he relies on his own two hands and feet.
Abilities:
God’s Blessed Body (Blessing): Blessed with the strength of Hanuman’s Immortal Body, Chrome body becomes much more resilient and renders most attacks ineffective usually just making weapons bounce off or break against him. His already superhuman strength 3-folded by his steel-like muscles giving him explosive like strength. Chrome's strength is limitless as long as he can train his body to control such power. Due to Chrome's already abnormal strength though Hanuman has to personally guide Chrome through an exercise regimen to help him actually strengthen his body
Authority Of Blood (Blessing): Chrome being a royal vampire blessed with superior blood magic and control, has gained the ability too absorb blood from open wounds or blood sprayed out around him, and his powerful heritage letting him be able to enforce his control over most other vampire’s blood magic attacks. He can also manipulate the blood of others if Chrome stabs into you with his bare hands or if some of his blood gets inside of your body usually through an open wound.
Mana Breathing (Hard-earned Skill): Through vigorous meditation and mental cultivating Chrome has developed a technique to passively replenish his mana by simply following a breathing pattern. Chrome practiced this technique so much it became a natural habit to follow the breathing patterns. Though the rate of mana recovery is unreliable in battle as it could only really help him maintain a single art or incantation near indefinitely if used alone only speeding up greatly when meditating.
Unstoppable Will (Blessing): Blessed with the enlightened mind of Hanuman, Chrome is highly resilient to mental attacks and brings him into a extraordinary focus letting become much harder to ambush and surprise also helping him keep conscious and sane under extreme pain sometimes even finding pleasure in his struggle at moments.
“Form (Weapon Type)” (Incantation): Being talented in using Blood Magic, Chrome has learned how to create different weapon types out of out blood making them as effective and sharp as iron to launch from ranged or wield as weapons. Though Chrome being versatile can also form a shield or a wall of blood to act as a barrier against attacks mainly being effective defending magic attacks. Chrome can now change these constructs into solid iron or even a his black flames condensed down to take shape into a single weapon.
“Black Iron Burial” (Incantation/ w hand-sign): Chrome’s genius level of talent with blood magic has allowed him to partially form a technique that can be used when enough blood is around to form or he uses a large amount of mana to use his own blood before replenishing it. Chrome creates a domain of control around him that when enemies enter are free to being attack from any direction as a bloody mist that can form into projectiles or tentacles to attack or restrain the target from all angles within the domain. Blood on the ground will slowly form into a pool under the enemy looking to impede or paralyze the enemy by binding or slicing off their feet. Though due to using a surplus of mana unless in certain conditions, Chrome uses it only as a last resort as it still uses a good bunch of mana to maintain. Chrome with his newfound knowledge will finish off the opponent in the domain by covering them in the blood of the domain before turning it into solid iron casket around them making them suffocate in the casket before igniting the blood into flames and cremating anything inside the iron casket.
Recovery of the Relentless (Art): With the strong and resilient body blessed by Hanuman and his blood magic talent Chrome can recover from near any attack being able to reattach cut-off limbs quickly or seal deep wounds by using blood magic to seal and holds wounds together making Chrome unable to bleed. This ability is confined only to Chrome though as trying to do the same to others usually causes a hemolytic reaction that kills the person usually within seconds. Chrome is able to now stop other's bleeding without mixing his blood in their body, allowing him to at least prevent those with fatal wounds from bleeding.
Adrenaline Overdrive (Art): Chrome having the mutated yet powerful body of the vampire and the blessing of Hanuman’s body he’s gained an advance version of body reinforcement most art users use. Instead of lacing his body with mana to amplify it, he takes his blood magic to amplify his heart rate to recreate an adrenaline rush type boost but with much greater effect as he increases the flow of blood and oxygen to his muscles increasing his speed, cardio, and overall physicality just as much as most body reinforcements but with much lesser mana use. Can use more mana for an increased boosts but tends to cause bloodlust as the need to replenish the blood becomes a problem that his body naturally reacts to by looking to drain anything near him. This effect is only dampened by the recovery of mana which replenishes his blood.
"Flame" (Incantation): Everything Chrome absorbed from Parzival's memory and essence into a single skill. Chrome is now able to turn blood into flames while being able to control the heat and intensity which the flames burn at with how much mana he pours in. Chrome can also turn this fire into a black flame that will burn hotter than any normal fire and can't be put out even when completely submerged in water. Chrome can control this fire into whatever shape he desires as experience Parzival memories gives is enough for him to work it similarly to his blood magic. The only downside is when used carelessly it can drain mana at a unmanageable rate.
“Bang” (Incantation): Chrome can fire small orbs of blood faster than an arrow and powerful enough to pierce through a brick wall. Chrome can also change the trajectory and momentum of the bullets mid-attack making it an annoying attack to get past. Due to Chrome's training and research back in The Isles he can now turn the orbs into solid iron or even a dense and compressed ball of black flames.
Flight (Transformation): Chrome can conjure powerful leather wings on his back usually just for quick traveling but can hold one or two other people if need be.
Maximum Armor (Art): Chrome is able to use blood to form powerful iron bio-armor that pretty much gives him a foot and a half of iron between him and his main body completely but still remaining as flexible as ever as the armor is like a really thick layer of skin for Chrome. The only thing that can be seen as a downside is Chrome becomes quite heavy and can’t really sneak or move as fast as normal unless he’s using arts to compensate.
Skills: Due to learning on how to survive the harsh environment of Jorvik Chrome is a great hunter and cook. He also dabbles in some light craftsmanship and tailoring making his own clothes and accessories as most people in Jorvik did. He also picked many survival skills as surviving alone in Jorvik requires skill in itself. He also learned a lot of acupuncture and pressure point techniques for quick medical treatment and relaxation. He's a great swindler and despite him saying he hates thieves, will rob someone blind and deaf before they could notice.
Extras: Chrome is technically an outlaw in 2 countries due to becoming rather known in the underworld using the alias ‘General Red’
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Khatiy
Title: Sultan of Usaama
Nicknames/Aliases: Demon of Usaama
Gender Female
Age: 31
Race: Ailuranthrope
Patron god: Bastet
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Country of Origin: Khatiy comes from a contested region of minor warring states situated between the borders of Aztlán and Alkebu-lan. She hails from an ancient city-state known locally as Usaama, which, similar to its regional neighbors, holds no official loyalty to either country
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Name:
Rohen Xiong
Nicknames/Aliases:
Ro, The Mad Orca, Arlux's Shadow, "Silverhand"
Gender
Female
Age:
22
Race:
Human
Patron god:
Tiamat
Country of Origin
Zheng Fa
Appearance
Height
5"4
Hair Color
Black with white streaks
Eye Color
Vermillion
Extra Features:
Scars, sharpened teeth, metal left arm.
General Description:
A physically toned female with roughed up hair tied into a short tail. There are dark circles around her eyes as well as scars littering her skin.
Personality
As a mercenary, Rohen is more of a serious and hardened individual who knows most of the world in its dirtiness. When it comes to her work, she's a professional who follows what's on the contract. However, the cut throat personality of the company rubbed off on her so particularly on elimination contracts, she may become a little unhinged. In her personal life, she's more carefree and relaxed. Her moral compass is pretty in line with those of knights but will go about it like a street thug. But children? They're what get her to be a soft and caring person, same goes for any friend that somehow gets too close to her.
Due to recent events however, maybe a smidgen of depression lurks within her and could be diagnosed with dissociation.
After many battles, it seems she's starting to show her true self and rather than "The Mad Orca" who was born from blood and violence since her mask was forcibly stripped from her. There will be times where you will see Rohen Xiong and the "Mad Orca" interchangeably.
Background
Rohen was an orphan child raised by a nice orphanage keeper who was also a doctor for a clinic. She grew up well in the orphanage and was quite an enforcer when trying to get other children to behave. Needless to say, she got into some fist fights as well and caught some battle scars in the process. However, while there were some dark spots in her childhood, she later on gained a teacher that taught her how to fight with various swords. From what started as curiosity soon became a dedicated martial art. Later on as she grew up, she decided to work to raise money and help the orphanage.
At the age of eighteen, she would become a mercenary and sign in on a contract with a company known as "Umbra Catervae" or "Shadow Company." There was when she learned to harden herself for the tasks at hand and do whatever was necessary for the job. She would fend off and slay aggressive wolf packs that targeted carriages. She would transport weapons to knights' barracks. She would work with official military to accomplish a goal, even eliminate individuals the knights can't touch but must be dealt with to prevent damage. She would be picky about her contracts as she still felt the need to abide to her moral alignment and be a good person. This was for money to use for herself and the orphanage. She didn't want to accumulate too much dirty money and wanted to be as clean as possible when helping the orphanage that raised her as well as other orphanages that needed it.
She would mostly take on milk run contracts that transport inventory and goods from one point to another. Most of the time, it was the contracts that lead her out to sea on trading vessels whose routes are between Zheng Fa, Jorvik and the Isles. She found the contracts the most rewardable since it was a long journey and she always liked the sea. From what she learned from a rambler within her company, water is an essential element for life and the ocean is breeding all sorts of life within its depths. Civilizations flock towards sources of water and find great benefits from the water's gifts. But as there is life, there is death. She would fight off pirates who dare try their luck with any ship she was on which often lead to some blood on her hands but as they were the blood of criminals, it was morally justifiable. However, one contract would change her life forever. The routine milk run of a trading vessel ship intercepted by an Olrodian Naval ship.
It was a brutal battle which killed all of the trading vessel's crew and her colleagues. The Olrodian naval ship did not just have their marauder troops but they also had demons in their ranks. No amount of mercenary combat experience can prepare her for the events that occurred and she lost her arm and fell off the side of the boat, surely to sink into the abyss of the ocean. Water gives life but with life comes death. That's what Rohen was thinking. However, she was too angry, too furious to die. As her life flashed before her eyes, she had a realization. If the empire were to continue spreading, what of the children of the orphanage? Will they be safe? Will everyone from her hometown be okay? She prayed hard for a future to not be so but she couldn't help the agony and rage that she felt knowing that it is a possibility.
That's when her mind suddenly cleared as it paved way for a being of divinity; Tiamat and she spoke to her. "Child, I sense great anguish within your soul and it shakes my abode." She said. "Your prayers are heard. Your foes and worries will be vanquished. Those you care for and love will be saved. All things good in the world will be preserved. Tell me, whom shall I send to carve this future?"
"Give me an arm, give me a weapon. Send Me."
"Then, as per contract, you will sculpt that future in your vision." In mere moments at death's doorstep, a metal arm was forged and Rohen and Tiamat have become one. As if on command, the water surged Rohen up to the surface to finish the fight. Her new found weapon, the Water's Edge excelled her combat capabilities as she massacred all who stood against her, a battle cry born fierce and full of rage rang out and the water taking form of a Narwhal delivered all of Rohen's enemies to the ocean's depths.
A month later, at Umbra Catervae, a visitor specifically requested for Rohen in a private suite, many of its members guarding it to prevent anyone irrelevant for coming near. The visitor wanted to form a special contract with Rohen. That visitor was none other than Arlux.
"The Orca herself." She began. "Heard you died in the oceans south from the Isles."
"...What else you heard?"
Relationships
Other than Eura, other former coworkers with the mercenary company and ties with the orphanage, she doesn't really have any other relationships besides Arlux who was her current contractor. Well, former but was the only one in the party who she was really close with.
Combat
Weapon of Choice:
Custom-made Tang Dao "Yuzhao" - A custom made blade commissioned and gifted by her organization, Black Cell, made from layers of damascus alloy by folding it upon itself and then hammering it down multiple times to create a sturdy blade and designed to keep its shape regardless of whatever surface it must cut through.
A line was written in the Zheng Fa language was engraved on the surface of the sheathe. Its engraving painted in a dark feint red assimilating itself with the sheath's color reading:
"When this sword is drawn, whether it be yours or mine, Death will linger close to pick up what's left of the Harbinger's work."
Arts - With a more cleaner designed blade, she's able to perform water arts with her weapon. For example, she can use water as an extension of her blade to increase its reach or be flexible enough to help her simulate a whip sword. She can also use it with ice fire and Earth magics.
Abilities:
Water's Edge - As water can take many shapes, Rohen can shape fast flowing water into weapons with an edge. As the water of these weapon forms are also fast flowing, it makes the edge always at motion doubling its effectiveness to slash or thrust into targets. She could make a sword if she loses her physical one.
The types of damage Rohen's water can cause vary such as:
- Slash
- Pierce
- Explosive (Splash Damage)
Water Magic - As being highly proficient in water magic, there are some ways she can use it outside of her Water's Edge.
- Shockwave/Hydro Blade - Slashing into the air, she can create a shockwave of water that can slice through enemies at range. She can unleash a barrage if she so wills with it too.
- Water chains - Condensing water and forming them into shapes of a bladed chain, depending how she performs it, can bind, pierce or rip apart her targets.
- Water Cannon
Fire Magic - A side magic type she uses situationally. Not her reliant type of magic but fluent enough for some basic spells. Her more notable actions with this magic were explosive fire punches with Tiamat and arm fire blades which takes the form of axe blades conjuring on both sides of her left arm. A deadly combination between a fiery attack and brute force.
- Ignis' breath
Ice Magic - As she is highly proficient in Water Magic, Ice magic was the next step in her magical journey. Taught by an energetic pink fae and was then dubbed as their "Fellow Champion", she was given the knowledge how to conjure and utilize ice magic to her needs. Some of the incantations, definitely rubbed off inspiration from that fae...
- Ice wall
- "God Shattering Star"
Earth Magic - Already given the ability to terraform terrain, she still learned some Earth incantations to further excel in the area of ground warfare. With a well activated incantation and conjuring of Earth magic, can she then follow up on such opportunities to create some improvised creative attacks. Especially, from underground.
Oceanid - A summoning technique that is very costly which allows Rohen to summon a water form of a creature. Depending on which creature she summons, it will perform specific attacks. The creatures she can summon are:
- Narhwal "Monocerus Caeli"
- Smaller Primordial
- A strange Squid-shroom
Divinity's Left Arm - As per contract, Tiamat's blessing is in the form of Rohen's left metal arm. Because of this, she can dish out devastating physical attacks with her left arm as well as parry attacks with it. She can also use magic arts using her arm as the base.
"Ready to Rock" - As a mercenary, she's learned how to fight dirty and performed excellently in both strength and agility needy tasks. She's fluent in martial arts and weapon play making her a force to not take lightly. Her teeth are also sharp since birth. She can bite.
Natural Habitat - Complimentary to the title, she trained and gains a rather high environmental advantage when near or within a large body of water. She's able to swim highly well as well as being able to hold her breath under water extremely well. She could stay underwater for about half an hour before she has to resurface for oxygen, twenty minutes at best while in high activity. Terraform only adds onto such environmental advantages as it allows her to borrow an already existing source of water, merely manipulating it to her needs and exceed her standard performance underwater. She's also able to dwell well in cold environments to a certain degree.
Sword Mastery - Due to her training from child hood, she's learned how to handle most swords and fight to their technique while putting her own spin on it. A notable sword form training she possesses is what she would describe as a "Blade Dance," a Zheng Fa styled fighting technique that offers fluid movement and swift strikes. However, with her time in Shadow Company, she would meet a Yamatoan woman by the name of Murata and adopted some teachings from her to create precise and powerful blows giving a slight Yamatoan element in her swordsmanship.
Terraform - As Tiamat grants her the ability to create or destroy terrain within eyesight. What Rohen mostly uses it for is summoning pillars of rock to take cover from. If need be, she can even use her Water's Edge to carve the rock into a form she can use, like a hand-held shield. Other appliances to be discovered...
Partial Synchronization - During this form, she will develop hardened scales that blend with her skin all over her body. She will be able to dish out physical damage more lethal and dangerous than usual since her exterior is more hardened in this state and more resistant to physicaly attacks due to her uparmor.
Divine Synchronization - Rohen will first bury herself under any surface or create a large cloud of dust and debris and emerge as a large serpent-dragon, where the average human being will only be as big as her eye. In this form, she's able to use her Water Magic at an extremely large scale, taking water from the air to assist in her magic. As her large size implies due to Tiamat's age, she can cause catastrophic levels of damage to nearby areas. A highly dangerous entity capable of mass destruction. If you are to lay your eyes upon this form, pray.
Skills:
Cooking, cleaning, ensuring quality of transported goods, consuming alcohol, tracking, hunting, fishing, parkour, sustained stamina, fast learning, swimming (Obviously)
Extras - W.I.P
- Xiong is a last name she adopted for herself as it was the family name of her late teacher who taught her how to fight in Shadow Company. She has another teacher who goes by the name of Eura, a blind swordswoman both proficient with water magic and ice magic along with the way of the blade.
- The jobs she worked in before becoming a mercenary mostly involved goods transportation, deliveries and keeping inventory.
- Due to excessive use of her water abilities, she has to drink a lot of mana potions to continue fighting for hours. She has since then became accustomed to its taste.
- The title 'The Mad Orca' stemmed from a series of events the company's other mercenaries called her due to her appearance and her frequent rogue skirmishes on land and on water. Especially on water as she was able to use the ocean to her advantage as she specialized in Water Magic.
- She knows how to speak Zheng Fa'n and Yamatoan. While Zheng Fa is her home country, she often took contracts related to Yamato because it was a nice place to visit.
- Her sadistic behavior stemmed from a series of secret events of her dark and conflicting past.
- Her mask that now hangs around her neck is what held her full face mask that Arlux requested that she would wear.
Mask and Hood:
- As part of the contract, Rohen was to wear a hood and a mask to conceal her identity from the other party members at Arlux's request to prevent any of its members questioning Arlux's decision to hire a mercenary who is rather infamous if they've heard about her deeds.
- The mask she wore was made out of steel as well as a specially designed armor plating allowing her free movement and light weightiness while still providing ample protection. The hood and clothes also designed for extreme weathers such as rain.
- This attire actually belonged to another council member and was lent over to Rohen instead due to the clothes mistakenly tailored to fit someone of Rohen's frame. The council member mentioned was a largely built male. Rohen also had to cut off a large portion of the left arm sleeve to allow her metal arm easy passage.
Divine Synchronization:
Theme - "Arlux's Contract, The Mad Orca and The Blessing of Tiamat."
Voice - Rohen speaking in Yamatoan
"Tiamat's Champion"
"Rohen Xiong"
Rohen Xiong
Nicknames/Aliases:
Ro, The Mad Orca, Arlux's Shadow, "Silverhand"
Gender
Female
Age:
22
Race:
Human
Patron god:
Tiamat
Country of Origin
Zheng Fa
Appearance
Height
5"4
Hair Color
Black with white streaks
Eye Color
Vermillion
Extra Features:
Scars, sharpened teeth, metal left arm.
General Description:
A physically toned female with roughed up hair tied into a short tail. There are dark circles around her eyes as well as scars littering her skin.
Personality
As a mercenary, Rohen is more of a serious and hardened individual who knows most of the world in its dirtiness. When it comes to her work, she's a professional who follows what's on the contract. However, the cut throat personality of the company rubbed off on her so particularly on elimination contracts, she may become a little unhinged. In her personal life, she's more carefree and relaxed. Her moral compass is pretty in line with those of knights but will go about it like a street thug. But children? They're what get her to be a soft and caring person, same goes for any friend that somehow gets too close to her.
Due to recent events however, maybe a smidgen of depression lurks within her and could be diagnosed with dissociation.
After many battles, it seems she's starting to show her true self and rather than "The Mad Orca" who was born from blood and violence since her mask was forcibly stripped from her. There will be times where you will see Rohen Xiong and the "Mad Orca" interchangeably.
Background
Rohen was an orphan child raised by a nice orphanage keeper who was also a doctor for a clinic. She grew up well in the orphanage and was quite an enforcer when trying to get other children to behave. Needless to say, she got into some fist fights as well and caught some battle scars in the process. However, while there were some dark spots in her childhood, she later on gained a teacher that taught her how to fight with various swords. From what started as curiosity soon became a dedicated martial art. Later on as she grew up, she decided to work to raise money and help the orphanage.
At the age of eighteen, she would become a mercenary and sign in on a contract with a company known as "Umbra Catervae" or "Shadow Company." There was when she learned to harden herself for the tasks at hand and do whatever was necessary for the job. She would fend off and slay aggressive wolf packs that targeted carriages. She would transport weapons to knights' barracks. She would work with official military to accomplish a goal, even eliminate individuals the knights can't touch but must be dealt with to prevent damage. She would be picky about her contracts as she still felt the need to abide to her moral alignment and be a good person. This was for money to use for herself and the orphanage. She didn't want to accumulate too much dirty money and wanted to be as clean as possible when helping the orphanage that raised her as well as other orphanages that needed it.
She would mostly take on milk run contracts that transport inventory and goods from one point to another. Most of the time, it was the contracts that lead her out to sea on trading vessels whose routes are between Zheng Fa, Jorvik and the Isles. She found the contracts the most rewardable since it was a long journey and she always liked the sea. From what she learned from a rambler within her company, water is an essential element for life and the ocean is breeding all sorts of life within its depths. Civilizations flock towards sources of water and find great benefits from the water's gifts. But as there is life, there is death. She would fight off pirates who dare try their luck with any ship she was on which often lead to some blood on her hands but as they were the blood of criminals, it was morally justifiable. However, one contract would change her life forever. The routine milk run of a trading vessel ship intercepted by an Olrodian Naval ship.
It was a brutal battle which killed all of the trading vessel's crew and her colleagues. The Olrodian naval ship did not just have their marauder troops but they also had demons in their ranks. No amount of mercenary combat experience can prepare her for the events that occurred and she lost her arm and fell off the side of the boat, surely to sink into the abyss of the ocean. Water gives life but with life comes death. That's what Rohen was thinking. However, she was too angry, too furious to die. As her life flashed before her eyes, she had a realization. If the empire were to continue spreading, what of the children of the orphanage? Will they be safe? Will everyone from her hometown be okay? She prayed hard for a future to not be so but she couldn't help the agony and rage that she felt knowing that it is a possibility.
That's when her mind suddenly cleared as it paved way for a being of divinity; Tiamat and she spoke to her. "Child, I sense great anguish within your soul and it shakes my abode." She said. "Your prayers are heard. Your foes and worries will be vanquished. Those you care for and love will be saved. All things good in the world will be preserved. Tell me, whom shall I send to carve this future?"
"Give me an arm, give me a weapon. Send Me."
"Then, as per contract, you will sculpt that future in your vision." In mere moments at death's doorstep, a metal arm was forged and Rohen and Tiamat have become one. As if on command, the water surged Rohen up to the surface to finish the fight. Her new found weapon, the Water's Edge excelled her combat capabilities as she massacred all who stood against her, a battle cry born fierce and full of rage rang out and the water taking form of a Narwhal delivered all of Rohen's enemies to the ocean's depths.
A month later, at Umbra Catervae, a visitor specifically requested for Rohen in a private suite, many of its members guarding it to prevent anyone irrelevant for coming near. The visitor wanted to form a special contract with Rohen. That visitor was none other than Arlux.
"The Orca herself." She began. "Heard you died in the oceans south from the Isles."
"...What else you heard?"
Relationships
Other than Eura, other former coworkers with the mercenary company and ties with the orphanage, she doesn't really have any other relationships besides Arlux who was her current contractor. Well, former but was the only one in the party who she was really close with.
Combat
Weapon of Choice:
Custom-made Tang Dao "Yuzhao" - A custom made blade commissioned and gifted by her organization, Black Cell, made from layers of damascus alloy by folding it upon itself and then hammering it down multiple times to create a sturdy blade and designed to keep its shape regardless of whatever surface it must cut through.
A line was written in the Zheng Fa language was engraved on the surface of the sheathe. Its engraving painted in a dark feint red assimilating itself with the sheath's color reading:
"When this sword is drawn, whether it be yours or mine, Death will linger close to pick up what's left of the Harbinger's work."
Arts - With a more cleaner designed blade, she's able to perform water arts with her weapon. For example, she can use water as an extension of her blade to increase its reach or be flexible enough to help her simulate a whip sword. She can also use it with ice fire and Earth magics.
Abilities:
Water's Edge - As water can take many shapes, Rohen can shape fast flowing water into weapons with an edge. As the water of these weapon forms are also fast flowing, it makes the edge always at motion doubling its effectiveness to slash or thrust into targets. She could make a sword if she loses her physical one.
The types of damage Rohen's water can cause vary such as:
- Slash
- Pierce
- Explosive (Splash Damage)
Water Magic - As being highly proficient in water magic, there are some ways she can use it outside of her Water's Edge.
- Shockwave/Hydro Blade - Slashing into the air, she can create a shockwave of water that can slice through enemies at range. She can unleash a barrage if she so wills with it too.
- Water chains - Condensing water and forming them into shapes of a bladed chain, depending how she performs it, can bind, pierce or rip apart her targets.
- Water Cannon
Fire Magic - A side magic type she uses situationally. Not her reliant type of magic but fluent enough for some basic spells. Her more notable actions with this magic were explosive fire punches with Tiamat and arm fire blades which takes the form of axe blades conjuring on both sides of her left arm. A deadly combination between a fiery attack and brute force.
- Ignis' breath
Ice Magic - As she is highly proficient in Water Magic, Ice magic was the next step in her magical journey. Taught by an energetic pink fae and was then dubbed as their "Fellow Champion", she was given the knowledge how to conjure and utilize ice magic to her needs. Some of the incantations, definitely rubbed off inspiration from that fae...
- Ice wall
- "God Shattering Star"
Earth Magic - Already given the ability to terraform terrain, she still learned some Earth incantations to further excel in the area of ground warfare. With a well activated incantation and conjuring of Earth magic, can she then follow up on such opportunities to create some improvised creative attacks. Especially, from underground.
Oceanid - A summoning technique that is very costly which allows Rohen to summon a water form of a creature. Depending on which creature she summons, it will perform specific attacks. The creatures she can summon are:
- Narhwal "Monocerus Caeli"
- Smaller Primordial
- A strange Squid-shroom
Divinity's Left Arm - As per contract, Tiamat's blessing is in the form of Rohen's left metal arm. Because of this, she can dish out devastating physical attacks with her left arm as well as parry attacks with it. She can also use magic arts using her arm as the base.
"Ready to Rock" - As a mercenary, she's learned how to fight dirty and performed excellently in both strength and agility needy tasks. She's fluent in martial arts and weapon play making her a force to not take lightly. Her teeth are also sharp since birth. She can bite.
Natural Habitat - Complimentary to the title, she trained and gains a rather high environmental advantage when near or within a large body of water. She's able to swim highly well as well as being able to hold her breath under water extremely well. She could stay underwater for about half an hour before she has to resurface for oxygen, twenty minutes at best while in high activity. Terraform only adds onto such environmental advantages as it allows her to borrow an already existing source of water, merely manipulating it to her needs and exceed her standard performance underwater. She's also able to dwell well in cold environments to a certain degree.
Sword Mastery - Due to her training from child hood, she's learned how to handle most swords and fight to their technique while putting her own spin on it. A notable sword form training she possesses is what she would describe as a "Blade Dance," a Zheng Fa styled fighting technique that offers fluid movement and swift strikes. However, with her time in Shadow Company, she would meet a Yamatoan woman by the name of Murata and adopted some teachings from her to create precise and powerful blows giving a slight Yamatoan element in her swordsmanship.
Terraform - As Tiamat grants her the ability to create or destroy terrain within eyesight. What Rohen mostly uses it for is summoning pillars of rock to take cover from. If need be, she can even use her Water's Edge to carve the rock into a form she can use, like a hand-held shield. Other appliances to be discovered...
Partial Synchronization - During this form, she will develop hardened scales that blend with her skin all over her body. She will be able to dish out physical damage more lethal and dangerous than usual since her exterior is more hardened in this state and more resistant to physicaly attacks due to her uparmor.
Divine Synchronization - Rohen will first bury herself under any surface or create a large cloud of dust and debris and emerge as a large serpent-dragon, where the average human being will only be as big as her eye. In this form, she's able to use her Water Magic at an extremely large scale, taking water from the air to assist in her magic. As her large size implies due to Tiamat's age, she can cause catastrophic levels of damage to nearby areas. A highly dangerous entity capable of mass destruction. If you are to lay your eyes upon this form, pray.
Skills:
Cooking, cleaning, ensuring quality of transported goods, consuming alcohol, tracking, hunting, fishing, parkour, sustained stamina, fast learning, swimming (Obviously)
Extras - W.I.P
- Xiong is a last name she adopted for herself as it was the family name of her late teacher who taught her how to fight in Shadow Company. She has another teacher who goes by the name of Eura, a blind swordswoman both proficient with water magic and ice magic along with the way of the blade.
- The jobs she worked in before becoming a mercenary mostly involved goods transportation, deliveries and keeping inventory.
- Due to excessive use of her water abilities, she has to drink a lot of mana potions to continue fighting for hours. She has since then became accustomed to its taste.
- The title 'The Mad Orca' stemmed from a series of events the company's other mercenaries called her due to her appearance and her frequent rogue skirmishes on land and on water. Especially on water as she was able to use the ocean to her advantage as she specialized in Water Magic.
- She knows how to speak Zheng Fa'n and Yamatoan. While Zheng Fa is her home country, she often took contracts related to Yamato because it was a nice place to visit.
- Her sadistic behavior stemmed from a series of secret events of her dark and conflicting past.
- Her mask that now hangs around her neck is what held her full face mask that Arlux requested that she would wear.
Mask and Hood:
- As part of the contract, Rohen was to wear a hood and a mask to conceal her identity from the other party members at Arlux's request to prevent any of its members questioning Arlux's decision to hire a mercenary who is rather infamous if they've heard about her deeds.
- The mask she wore was made out of steel as well as a specially designed armor plating allowing her free movement and light weightiness while still providing ample protection. The hood and clothes also designed for extreme weathers such as rain.
- This attire actually belonged to another council member and was lent over to Rohen instead due to the clothes mistakenly tailored to fit someone of Rohen's frame. The council member mentioned was a largely built male. Rohen also had to cut off a large portion of the left arm sleeve to allow her metal arm easy passage.
Divine Synchronization:
Theme - "Arlux's Contract, The Mad Orca and The Blessing of Tiamat."
Voice - Rohen speaking in Yamatoan
"Tiamat's Champion"
"Rohen Xiong"
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- I. BASIC INFO
- II. Biography
- III. Combat Details
- IV. GALLERY
- V. Quotes
- VI. Relationships
- VII. Voice & Theme
- VIII. Extra
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