Fantasy The Band of Homicidal Maniacs [CS]

[Birdsie]

CHARACTER AREA

Rules:
1. I am always right!
2. If I am wrong, refer to the rule above!
3. You don't have to be evil - you just have to be an asshole.
4. Have fun!

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: (Their true name.)
Aliases: (Other names, titles, nicknames, and aliases.)
Age: (Biological age. How long have you been there?)
Gender: (Male, Female, Genderless, or Hermaphrodite depending on Race.)
Race: (You may create your own race, provided that you will write down a fairly detailed description of its physiology, specialization etc.)

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

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

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

 

[Birdsie]

• Basic Information
• Personal
• Physical
• Fluff

• BASIC INFORMATION
  Name: Nemesia Heltkaiser
  Aliases: Her Imperial Magnanimity, the Gehennian Heir, Nemesia Heltkaiser the First of Her Name, Nemesia of the Iron Rain, Brat.
  Age: 12
  Gender: Female
  Race: Archdemon
• PERSONAL
  Sexuality: Don't even think about it.
  High Concept: The annoying brat and regent of the Empire in daddy's absence.
  
  Backstory:
  Born twelve years ago to an Imperial concubine that her father, Malevolus, fell in love with, Nemesia grew up and overshadowed all of her peers. A prodigy of scholarship, art, magic, and even standard warfare, she was to become the perfect heiress to the Empire.
  
  Given her upbringing, constant adoration of her parents, and countless talents, she grew up spoiled and - with her father gone - she doesn't have much of a goal, neither interested in running the Empire nor in resurrecting him, she lets the days go by and tries to sate her growing boredom by taking it out on her father's unfortunate employees...
  
• PHYSICAL
  
  
  
  Weapons & Armor:
  - Magical Pendant: Acts as a spellcasting focus for directing her magic, as well as a mana battery.
  - Attack Wand: Less of a spellcasting focus, and more of an independent tool, this general-use wand directs magical energies into pointed trajectories, to allow easier usage of combat spells. The projection of sorcerous energies, telekinesis, or other forms of spellcraft become easier.
  
  Items & Personal Belongings:
  - Rich: As the heiress of the Empire, she has her own private vault. Constant tax dividends and profits from privately-owned businesses keep it brimming with gold, jewels, and rare treasures. She can afford the shiniest toys.
  - Contacts: On top of her considerable resource base, as the future Empress, she'd been introduced to realpolitik by her father, which includes knowing the movers and shakers, and the who's who of the world. Wizards, monks, mercenaries, adventurers.
  
  Skills & Abilities:
  - Unassuming Appearance: Her Imperial Magnanimity is spoken of with fear and mild irritation, by most of the citizenry and soldiers. A fool would assume this is because of her tendency to blow up at the slightest provocation. A greater fool wouldn't know why the cute little girl has such a fearsome reputation.
  - Combat: Won the 998 International Knighthood Tournament for Little Girls, taking the first place. The tournament included jousting, fencing, laying siege to a castle, and riding atop a dire war pegasus.
  
  Spells & Magic:
  - General Sorcery: Nemesia has a good grasp in things such as telekinesis, projecting magical force as blasts or constructs, or prestidigitation, given her natural and inherent aptitude for manipulating magical energies.
  -- Conjuration & Summoning: But of course, she specializes in conjuration and summoning magics: the first one conjures objects or creatures that are fake and only formed of magical energy, while the latter involves the teleportation and binding of actual creatures to the caster's will. Some of her favorite things to do include summoning hellhounds to send after an enemy, or conjuring up a "cloud of sharp iron skewers" in the sky, that proceeds to rain down on top of her victims, often impaling them. This resulted in her nickname, "Nemesia of the Iron Rain."
  -- Mind Magic: Nemesia only learned a handful of spells of this discipline: it mostly involves hypnosis that turns people into unwitting thralls, deleting or creating memories, or "giving orders with a bewitching voice" that causes the listeners to obey.
  
  - Outsider Physiology: Less of a "learned magic" and more of a natural property that her family possesses, Nemesia has an ability to shift to a spiritual form by storing her body inside of her soul and using magic to see the world and move around. Although her body is physical, if she were to be killed, she could just remake one using ectoplasm - although to really destroy her, she'd have to be killed back in Hell. Her father had the same ability, which is why sealing was chosen as a preferable way to get rid of him. She also has a natural, although currently low, ability to shapeshift.
  
  - Familiar: Bubbles: Bubbles is a giant, Daddy Long Legs-style monster spider. He is big enough that he tends to tower over most buildings and is capable of scaling large mountains in less than a full minute, as well as travel long distances. Like most monstrous spiders, he has the ability to spin, throw, and shoot webbing, as well as inject a paralyzing and necrosis-inducing poison using his fangs.
  
  Weaknesses:
  - May be easily distracted with someone's suffering or humiliation. She has the attitude of a school bully, but prefers mental and social forms of bullying over physical.
  - Although she's competent as far as twelve-year-olds go, she often proves to be out of her element: too young and inexperienced, and too willing to take things for granted to truly make use of her natural competence.
  - Petty.
  - All the weaknesses of a demon-derived lifeform: holy energy and ground, etc.
  
• FLUFF (Optional)
  Hobbies:
  - Studying.
  - Dating hopeful boys just to break up with them and watch them cry.
  - Watching her father's employees and appointed court members spiral into panic.
  
  Quote\s: "Aaah, excellent! The evening's entertainment has arrived."
  
  Theme:

• Basic Information
• Personal
• Physical
• Fluff

• BASIC INFORMATION
  Name: Morax
  Aliases: Agent Morax, Arch-Agent Morax, King of Sloth
  Age: 200+
  Gender: Male
  Race: Archdemon
• PERSONAL
  Sexuality: Evil
  High Concept: The advisor, hand, assassin, servant, wrath, aide, and familiar of the Emperor.
  
  Backstory:
  Morax was originally found in the darkest and deepest caves east of New Pandemonium by a Gehennian scouting party, over two-hundred years ago. It was something of an abstract entity, embodying the concept of, "entropy" and "burning out." Arrows were lost quicker, supplies rotted out, fuels were burnt in his presence. Stamina was lost twice as quickly, as was blood and life, bringing death and squalor wherever it went. The flavor of destruction led him to the surface, where it began to sweep across the country.
  
  Morax warranted the personal attention of Emperor Malevolus Heltkaiser XXV (an earlier incarnation of one Emperor,) who appeared before it. The two of them parlayed for Morax to move to another kingdom, but Morax eventually decided that it had no interest in mortal affairs and attacked the Emperor. Following a brief fight, the Emperor managed to bind Morax and make it a thrall to his will. Morax was given a body that imitated Malevolus' own, and a mind as wicked, if not more, without losing any of its power. Morax had - since then - become something of a familiar to the ruler, and accompanied him across his various reincarnations.
  
  Currently, given the Emperor's ephemeral state, he does all of the paperwork involved in running the Empire, while Nemesia does all of the "PR stunts."
• PHYSICAL
  
  

  
  
  Weapons & Armor:
  - Armored Robes: Morax doesn't really require things as pedestrian as armor or weapons. He wears a suit of ceremonial robes with a suit of dark-steel armor layered underneath, less for protection, and more for intimidation.
  
  Items & Personal Belongings:
  - Amulet of Noddegarma: Grants control over Noddegarma. Given to him for safekeeping by Emperor Malevolus.
  
  Skills & Abilities:
  - Experience: A skill-base amassed over the span of two-hundred years as the familiar of the reigning ruler of an Empire. Close proximity to a great number of important historical events gives Morax the perspective of a seasoned spectator and an edge in dealings with others.
  -- Diplomacy: Morax is an excellent negotiator. Whether by deception, coercion, or persuasion, he's one of the "next best" people for international dealings.
  -- Leadership: Although Morax has very little interest in being a leader, commander or master, he displays a suite of abilities suited for such: a malevolent charisma, depth of tactical acumen, and insane ability to file out paperwork, that gives him the title of Arch-Agent.
  
  - Peak-Human Condition: Morax's current body is an ectoplasmic form meant to mimic the Emperor's own. He is slightly into the superhuman spectrum in terms of brawn, intelligence, speed, dexterity, and constitution.
  
  Spells & Magic:
  - Entropy Effect: A wide-scale effect that he can keep contained or focus, it is the only form of magic he is capable of. Morax has the ability to conceptually induce the "loss" and "entropy" of things, not limited to physical objects. As long as some form of loss is being made, he can greatly accelerate it.
  
  An archer will fire two or three arrows, reach into his quiver for more, only to see they'd turned into dust. A swordsman might find his blade becoming rusted and dull after just a few swings. An athlete will be tired in seconds of running, to the point where they can't do so anymore. A mage's stores of energy will be depleted with but a few cantrips. It is possible that someone losing their mental stability will find themselves a deranged lunatic in seconds.
  
  If given enough time to deploy this effect over an area, Morax's power can grow to a level comparable to his true, unbound form, where he can turn the tides of grand battles, as thousands of soldiers quickly lose their lives, weapons, armor, and will to fight.
  
  This also shows itself in more personal applications, such as a blade losing its velocity to stop it dead before it can hit, or a blade losing its inertia in order to move quick and unimpeded, which can often manifest as "a low degree of super-speed" to someone who doesn't know any better.
  
  Weaknesses:
  - As a high-level archdemon, Morax shares the weaknesses of most demons or fiendish entities.
  - Not really a dedicated magic caster or fighter, although his magical ability certainly lends itself to fighting.
• FLUFF (Optional)
  Hobbies:
  - The 3 P's:
  -- Paperwork.
  -- Plotting.
  -- Propaganda.
  
  Quote\s: "Your threats are noted and ignored."
  
  Theme:
  
  
  

 

[Noble Scion]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Camilla Sage
Aliases: The mad queen of Eiricia, Monarch of the dead, Head of the Sage family
Age: 154, yet doesn't look a day into her mid-thirties
Gender: Female
Race: Harpy - Witch

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Bisexual
High Concept: A maniacal queen dethroned by heroes seeking revenge and a return to power
Backstory: Born as a low-ranking noble, Camilla grew up in a neglectful household in the power-struggle between families as each house tried to work their way into the current king's favour. She grew up, realising that her life would end as nothing more than another forgotten duchess in years to come, a fact she struggled to come to terms with. Once she inherited the Sage house's name, she began a immoral plot of murdering each and every other powerful house discreetly, something that every house as far as knew, was planning similarly, yet as one of the lowest tiers of nobility, she was never considered a threat. An internal war unknown to the king nor the kingdom as wars threatened between external forces and the kingdom of Eiricia

Time passed by, year by year, until there were a mere handful of houses left. The time came for her plan to be exacted, and the assassins she had planted into such houses months before, fulfilled their side of the price, leaving a lowly noble as the only one with the correct blood to take the throne as the king breathed his last. Dying to a mysterious ailment that had been delicately crafted to be nigh-incurable by medicine or magic by Camilla in the time that had passed, being fed to him slowly in drips of food. Forged together with demon's blood and her own witchcraft, something she had found she had a proficiency for an had practised in secret, despite knowing the potential consequences.

But of course, nobody suspected nobility of such acts.

Taking the throne, Camilla Sage became queen and began her rule. At first, the populace had been excited by a young and beautiful woman taking the spotlight, albeit finding it a bit comical and expecting the advisors that had led the previous king to take care of everything important, yet to their surprise, and dismay, the woman that was supposed to be nothing more than a showy icon began thrusting the kingdom from war into war, successfully planning and executing plans that seemed unfitting and barbaric in their efficiency. Needless to say, such cruel tactics began spreading dark suppositions about their queen, that she was possessed by demons. Hearing word of this, and fearing the problems that this created for her, executions began taking place. Any and all of those that accused her were decapitated for treasons, and on the onslaught of never-ending expansions and fighting continued until a group of four heroes formed.

What had once been knights for the front of the Eirician army, three men and a woman, had formed together to face their queen. Ripped from her seat and dragged down the castle's steps to a pyre that had been prepared by the worn and jeering people of the city she had run, the crimes that had slowly been unraveled from years before were listed back to her as she was tied to the wood in preparation of the traditional burning of a witch, yet as she screamed at sheer pain of her fleshing searing skin from bone, she cried out an incantation, her own steaming blood serving as a catalyst, and pulled herself into the world of demons.

Yet, what normally required several seals of protections, she had none. Demons poured out of the portal she had created and began slaughtering the masses that had crowded around. What had been cheers of joy turning to screams of terror and death as the heroes watched on, fighting to close back the portal.

They succeeded eventually, and hundreds had lost their lives, and the maniacal queen of Ericia was considered dead as her corpse was nowhere to be seen.

Camilla had pulled herself through the portal, and through the pain, created another one in a demented form of teleportation, arriving in a forest at death's door in excruciating agony. In pain, but alive.

She cursed all the birds in the trees above to have no sense of direction, thus when they tried to fly, they simply plummeted to the ground. Once this was done, she began collecting the small terrified wildlife and killed them, using their blood for a ritual circle and placing both herself and their corpses inside, the process taking several hours, before she cast the incantation. Her scarred and melted body combined with the birds, healing her and shifting her from a bloodied mess to something akin to a harpy, yet she did nothing more than heal her face, choosing instead to wear a hood over the burned skin to serve as a foul reminder of what she was working towards, and what they had done to her.

Driven even further into madness from the pain she had suffered, she went back to her scheming ways, deciding that she would return one day and exact her vengeance on those heroes and the populace of her kingdom. Moving to the west, into the land of Gehenna, to plan her return.

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Weapons & Armor: plated armour, talons
Items & Personal Belongings: A royal amulet - A symbol of her noble heritage she managed to hold on to throughout the years
Skills & Abilities: Strategic planning - Running an empire taught her how to wage wars and control the populace
Silver tongue: She was a frequent-practiser of blackmail, seduction, and magic, and normally got her way
Agile: A benefit of her stolen parts
Young: As a result of practising magic, her aging was slowed significantly
Spells & Magic: Curses: Capable of cursing people within range if she can speak an incantation, stronger curses have higher requirements for them to take effect, take longer to cast, and require more materials, while simpler curses can be cast more quickly.
Witch rituals: Capable of almost anything given enough time and the correct resources, ranging from shapeshifting to exotic poison-crafting
Demon-summoning: The other form of witchcraft she practised aside from curses
Weaknesses: Does not handle plans going incorrectly well, inexperienced melee fighter,

FLUFF
Hobbies: Plots how she is going to torture the heroes that attempted to burn her alive, thinks about what she will do once returned to power, executions
Quote\s: "Seek my attention at your own peril" "If you can't serve me well, at least have the decency to die and quit wasting my time"
Theme:

 

[Psychonaut]

AB
24 YEARS OLD
MALE
HUMAN
MYODISEXUAL

AB HAS FED ORPHANS TO OTHER ORPHANS FOR ANOTHER
INCH ON HIS BICEPS AND WOULD GLADLY DO IT AGAIN.

HE REMEMBERS NOTHING OF HIS LIFE BEFORE RERACKING
HIS FIRST 225-POUND BENCH PRESS AT THE AGE OF SIX.
AT 34 INCHES LONG AND 45 POUNDS WITH 8% BODY FAT,
HIS MOTHER DIED IN CHILDBIRTH BEFORE SHE COULD SEE
HIM BEAT HIS FATHER TO DEATH WITH HIS BARE HANDS.
AB SPENT THE NEXT TWO DECADES CULTIVATING MASS,
CRUSHING HIS DAILY MACROS WITH A STRICT DIET OF
WOOD AND BEAR MEAT UNTIL HE FINALLY REACHED HIS
TRUE FORM: SEVEN FEET AND EIGHT INCHES TALL, 569
POUNDS WITH 2% BODY FAT. THE HARSH NORTHERN
FORESTS HE ONCE ROAMED HAD RUN OUT OF BOULDERS
TO SMASH AND MYTHICAL BEASTS TO CLEAN AND JERK.
HE HAD TO GO. SINCE THEN AB HAS WANDERED FAR
AND WIDE IN SEARCH OF PHYSICAL CHALLENGE, PUSHING
HIS PEAK HUMAN PHYSIQUE TO ITS EVER-ELUSIVE LIMITS
WITH HEAVIER WEIGHTS AND MIGHTIER OPPONENTS.
HIS INSATIABLE HUNGER AND UNSLAKABLE THIRST FOR
EXERTION HAVE MADE HIM MANY AN ENEMY BOTH
GOOD AND EVIL, WHOSE FRIENDS AND LOVED ONES
WERE CUT DOWN IN HIS ENDLESS CRUSADE FOR THICK
CALVES AND A SICK PUMP, BUT PETTY MORALITY IS
BENEATH HIM. EVERYTHING IS BENEATH AB UNTIL
HE WANTS IT ABOVE HIM. THEN HE PICKS IT UP AND
PUTS IT THERE.


AB IS AN INVINCIBLE, UNSTOPPABLE COLOSSUS OF
FLESH AND BONE. HE WIELDS NO WEAPON AND WEARS
NO ARMOR, FOR NO CRAFT OF MAN COULD APPLY OR
WITHSTAND MORE FORCE THAN HIS TITANIC BODY. HE
COVERS HIS MANHOOD TO EASE HIS TRAVELS, AS THE
SIGHT OF IT IS SUFFICIENT TO KILL MOST WOMEN BY
WAY OF OVERWHELMING SEXUAL AROUSAL. HE CARRIES
NO TOOL NOR TRINKET, FOR HIS FINGERNAILS CUT
BONE AND HIS HEART BEATS ONLY TO FINISH REPS.
HE CONSUMES TWELVE POUNDS OF FOOD PER DAY
AND CAN BITE CLEAN THROUGH METAMORPHIC ROCK.
HIS WEIGHTLIFTING FORM IS PERFECT. HIS FIGHTING
STYLE IS A BLEND OF BARE KNUCKLE BOXING AND
GRAPPLING, UNTRAINED BUT MAGNIFIED IN EFFICACY
BY HIS TREMENDOUS STRENGTH. AB KNOWS NOTHING
ELSE BUT HIS TONGUE, HAVING ACQUIRED NATIVE
FLUENCY IN EVERY LANGUAGE UPON COMPLETION OF
A 4,545-POUND DEADLIFT THAT BRIEFLY CONNECTED
HIS CONSCIOUSNESS WITH THE CONSTELLATED SOULS
OF EVERY MAN THAT STROVE TO BE THICK, SOLID, AND
TIGHT BEFORE HIM. HIS MIND IS MATURE BUT EMPTY.
HE FEARS ONLY AN INCOMPLETE SET. HE IS SADDENED
ONLY BY CROSSFIT. HE SERVES NO MAN. AB IS SLAVE
ONLY TO THE PUMP. HIS MUSCLES WILL CONSUME
HIS BRAIN IF HE DOES NOT LIFT AT LEAST 1,000,000
POUNDS EACH DAY. AS PHYSICAL CHALLENGES
DWINDLE FEWER AND FURTHER BETWEEN, AB
HAS BEGUN TO FARMER'S CARRY THE HEAVIEST
WEIGHT OF ALL: DESPAIR.

"DO YOU EVEN LIFT, BRO?"

​

 

[The_split_Nation]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Ask Hollow
Aliases: Title: Lord knight of the first Vikings. Nickname: Hollow
Age: 29 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Human

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Straight
High Concept: the worst parts of Vikings and knights mixed
Backstory: Ask comes form a great family high in the north were modern day has still not won, therefor them developing a mix between knights and Vikings. Ask himself is second in line too the throne in the north and has therefore gained command of a legion,Asks family has ruled the land for countless centres and are even know for gathering the north into one kingdom. with this legion Ask has ventured out into the world to plunder and raid so that he may gain power in his homeland. He meet the dark lord when he was out raiding and seeing his immense he knew that this would be his way to the throne.

PHYSICAL
Appearance:
With Armor:

Without:

Weapons & Armor: full plated armor set on while in combat, a great battle axe that has been handed down form generations it has his family’s emblem engraved into it. A small wooden shield, and a long bow
Items & Personal Belongings: a handful ships, a neckless with his families crest and his legion of around 1000 men.
Skills & Abilities: strategies, charismatic, he’s a good fighter, navigation and logistics
Spells & Magic: none, he sees it as weak
Weaknesses: extremely proud, hot headed, lustful, impatient, refuse magic, competitive, fanatic.


FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: smithing, hunting, theology, ship building.
Quote\s: “my brother is nothing more than a good-hearted weak man, if anything he should be a priest.”
Theme:

 

[Gundam Watcher 27]

• BASIC INFORMATION
• PERSONAL
• PHYSICAL
• extra

• 
  Name: Yamijo Emirah
  Aliases: The Cyber Demon, Fallen Hero of Justice
  Age: Unknown. Had been a machine for a long time.
  Gender: Physically Male, No Specific gender in true form.
  Race:
  Magical Construct: A Machine that was created from the soul of a slain hero, which is used for the purpose of fighting invaders and defending civilians. These magical constructs take on their original Humanoid appearance until they are called into battle, in which they become terrifying machines with murderous intent.
• 
  Sexuality: Asexual
  High Concept: A magical construct that had been defeated years back by the Demon Lord and was repurposed into serving him and his minions and has a merciless personality in combat.
  Backstory: As far back as he can be remembered, there was a great hero who had the mission of defeating a wicked dragon, but had physically died upon doing so. His soul was extracted from his body and placed into a Magical Construct upon being recovered, and during the demon lord's reign of terror, he was sent to fight, only to be defeated Swiftly, and get his memory altered. Now having been turned into a servant of the demon Lord's, he carries out his orders of killing whoever opposes him, and had yet to lose a fight. Has a slight hatred for the daughter.
• 
  Humanoid Appearance:
  
  Spoiler

  "All I need to do is kill these foolish brats right? It shouldn't be a problem should it?"
  
  
  Construct Form:
  
  Spoiler

  
  "
  "
  -He's gonna slam some fool's head into the pavement
  Weapons & Armor:
  x2 Guillotine Axe - Large specialized axes that shear through flesh and rips through bone like butter.
  
  Drill Knuckle - the left and right hands can rotate when being used as arm weapons, and at a speed of 160mph, these fists can puncture through Oricalcum through some effort.
  Magic Reflector Armor - An upgrade of the original Oricalcum armor that provided great endurance to physical Assault, but had a weakness to magic. This MRA was a gift from the Demon Lord himself, which was generously granted to him for the purpose of slaying upstairs heroes. This Armor also is what makes his true form so terrifying.
  Items & Personal Belongings:
  Soul Core - The item which grants a Magical Construct life, crafted through magic that was lost long ago, after Yamijo became a servant of the Demon Lord and slew the magicians responsible for the Magical Construct project. He also wiped out a majority of Magical Constructs already in service.
  Skills & Abilities:
  - Close Combat mastery
  - Proficient with any melee weapon that can cut or crush.
  Weaknesses:
  Adamantium Weaponry - The strongest mortal made material in existence, these weapons make Oricalcum armor look like paper mache.
  
  Soul Core Destruction - If the soul core gets destroyed, Yamijo will die and can never be revived. The most fragile weakness that is hidden behind the chest armor in his true form.
• 
  Quote's: "Come, I'll show you just how worthless your presence here truely is!"
  "Damn it! Quit screwing with us you stupid brat!!!"
  Theme:
  Total Edge Right here!
  

 

[NewAgeBlack]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Kariya "Voidborne" Kvaar
Aliases: Voidborne, The Exiled Knight, The Vagrant
Age: 137, 23 (appearance)
Gender: Male
Race: Human

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Heterosexual
High Concept: A former knight exiled by humanity, driven solely by the pursuit of wealth, power, and hedonism.
Backstory: A nobleman born in House Kvaar of the Kingdom of Athear, Kariya spent his adolescence training to become a knight. Despite his talents, it was apparent that he lacked the traditional qualities that a knight should have, having little regard for concepts such as honor or chivalry. Nevertheless, as he grew into adulthood, he quickly rose through the ranks of the kingdom's royal guard. It was during of his adventures as a knight that he came into contact with an otherworldly suit of armor that promised him power at a price. Succumbing to the temptation, Kariya accepted the offer and the suit bound itself to him, granting the man power but at the cost of his humanity. Soon after Kariya was banished from the kingdom for fear of the power he obtained, and he spent the next hundred or so years walking the earth. He has spent most of his time up until this point acting as a mercenary. Kariya joins the Dark Lord's forces in hopes that his revival will lead him to untold riches, as well as settling his own unfinished vendetta with the kingdom that exiled him.

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Spoiler: Human Form

Weapons & Armor: Voidborne - A cursed set of armor that grants the user potent draining magic. Doesn't appear to be made from any type of steel, instead being made from a highly durable but lightweight and oddly organic material with regenerative properties. Has a unique property of permanently binding itself to the wearer's mind, body, and soul, feeding on the wearer's magical energy. After binding, the suit and the wearer are one and the same, until death. Possesses a degree of sentience, with its behavior being similar to that of a symbiotic parasite, with its sole purpose being its own self preservation. To this end it will automatically manifest itself to protect or heal the user should it sense that he's in danger. A side effect of this being that the wearer is cursed with virtual immortality, due to the suit constantly sustaining and regenerating the user with life energy. Should the wearer lose consciousness, the armor will automatically take control of the body and proceed to automatically attack any threat within the vicinity.

Also has a sword made from the same material the armor is made of, and posesses the same draining and regenerative properties of the armor as well.

Items & Personal Belongings: None
Skills & Abilities:
Master Swordsman and tactician.
Fairly adept in the use of most weapons, ranging from spears to crossbows.
Years of training under his country's royal guard has made fairly skilled in hand to hand combat.
Strong, fast, and incredibly agile.
Unrivaled in the art of losing bets.


Spells & Magic: Has no magical abilities of his own, though possesses extremely potent draining magic granted to him by the Voidborne armor. The suit generally uses this drained magic to heal, regenerate, rejuvenate, and increase the user's physical strength and durability.

Weaknesses: Impulsive
Lazy
Cocky/Overconfident
Cowardly
Lecherous
Easily tempted with vices

Hobbies: Reading, Drinking, Gambling, Flirting
Quote\s:
"Getting close enough to that Demon Brat, I'll soon be granted riches beyond my wildest dreams!"

"The last meal was pretty disappointing. Hopefully you lot'll prove a worthy enough feast to satiate my hunger."

Theme:

 

[Inheritance]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name:
Noddegamra
(But don't tell anyone!)
Aliases:
Chaos, The Faceless Lord, Bringer of Oblivion, Chad
Age:
It's not polite to ask an immortal being how old he is
Gender:
While he can take the form of many things, he is male.
Race:
Who knows! He is made of pure Entropy, if such a thing exists. Perhaps it can be said he is made of pure Chaos, but that's just stupid.

PERSONAL
Sexuality:
This ship SALES with anyone he good god damn and well pleases. Cept men cuz that's yucky
High Concept:
Chaos.
Backstory:
Let's get one thing out of the way: There is an invisible force that goes from lifeforce to lifeforce, gifting creatures great powers so that they may bring about the end times. Some call this the nature of all things; all things must come to an end. Some people believe that it is indeed a spirit of some sort, some sort of ancient God trying to destroy the creations of his brothers. And some say that young chaos Demons making up invisible forces and talking to themselves isn't very becoming of an End-er of world!

Noddegarma was once just your average demon. Actually, he was a rather weak demon, always getting bullied by others. One of his most frightening bullies was Shriandriath-someone who took strange pleasure in messing with him and forcing him to do things for her. She would constantly trip him into lakes of fire, lock him in cages with all the smelly humans, drink his last beer, hit on his girlfriend, hide the remote...all sorts of twisted things expected from a demon as powerful as herself. He himself wasn't very powerful and usually couldn't stand up for himself; but he was clever, and he had seemed to have a knack for causing great apocalyptic circumstances in the material plane. Our invisible force decided that if this little demon could convince some King to try to open the gates to hell with very little power, imagine what could be done if he had the power of Chaos?

So he was selected, and suddenly was filled with such a great amount of power that he was more powerful than half of his home plane. Eager to get revenge on those who had done him wrong, he prepared to assault them with his new found power. However, our ancient force did not want him messing with other demons, but to bring fourth the apocalypse (his parents were very proud! After all, they had named him Noddegarma in hopes that he might bring an apocalypse!). Noddegarma understood this, and while he wanted to keep his freedom, he also enjoyed a good apocalypse now and again. So making a deal with this force, he decided he wouldn't go get revenge, if he could take his sweet time in burying the world in lava. The force agreed, and off Noddegarma went, to spread chaos and fire, to become the most powerful creature to ever walk the planes of existence! To become the one that all feared, to become the eater of worlds and the destroyer of all life! He would bow to nobody, and he would never again be talked down to or commanded!


...or maybe this was all made up. Who knows. It's possible that he is an extremely powerful demon accidentally swore loyalty to some stupid wizard who was able to bind him to an amulet, and now he has to listen to people that he really would rather kill. But seriously, who knows.

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Weapons & Armor:
None of that! There isn't much that can really hurt him (except those pesky priests), and he generally doesn't wear anything. When he transforms into his more demonic form, his 'skin' is covered in chaotic energy that burns away most weapons that come into contact with him.
Items & Personal Belongings:
He personally has none of these, but whoever bears his amulet can control him. Kinda like a djinn, but there's no rule against asking for more wishes...
Skills & Abilities:
He can drink a lot, if you call that an ability. He's also very insane, which is probably a skill. Let's see...he is really good at cooking! Roast human is delicious, but he prefers elves when he can get them.
Spells & Magic:
There we go.​

Aura of Chaos: Anyone near him will have urges of wanting to attack their own party. At first it will just be thoughts of annoyance towards their allies, then it turns into getting annoyed by anything their party does, followed by yelling, and a while down the chain there is that bloodlust that can only be satiated by murdering their allies, or anyone around them really. Holy beings or Monks are immune to this.

Armor of the Damned: When in demon form, he takes the form of a great creature with iron hard skin, and an aura of chaotic energy that burns away most weapons. Event magic weapons find themselves useless against him, though there are exceptions. Of course, he cannot grow to great sizes without an extraordinary amount of chaos present, so he usually settles for a large ~15 foot creature that breathes powerful blasts of chaos magic.

Discord Siphon: When there is Chaos in the air, He seems to get a lot more powerful. Probably because he feeds of Chaos.

Will of Noddegarma: Being a Demon, he has the ability to take many different forms. While he has his favorites, he can change at will and without penalty. However, aside from his demonic form, a very natural form of his is a being made of pure energy. While he cannot posses anyone, his incorporeal form is extremely dangerous and unstable, and seems to cause magic to go awry. Offensive magic spells seem to heal him, and spells that are meant to slow or weaken him just do the opposite. Even when not targeted at him, spells just don't seem to do what their caster wants when they are near him.

Order of Armageddon: He has great magical power, launching blasts of pure chaos and fiery energy. He is certainly not someone you'd want to mess with, especially because of how his power is exponential. The more destruction and chaos he causes, the more powerful he gets.

Weaknesses:​

Insanity: Is this a weakness or a strength? Who knows. It's probably more of a weakness, but he would never admit that.

Cold Iron: Yea he isn't a fan of this stuff. Silver is icky, and it hurts, but Iron-especially cold iron- just seems to find it's way into his core. It really hurts, and diminishes his power when he is struck by it. In fact, the reason he was able to be bound to an amulet was because he was strapped to a spiked wheel while getting burned. If he had his way, he would take all the iron (wearing gloves, he's not silly) and toss it at the sun.

Clean Fire: Wait, a demon doesn't like fire? Shut your mouth and let me explain. Clean fire is very different then most fire, and only special types of wood can burn with clean fire. A good way to remember it is this:
"Let me tell you what to do
Dig a hole that's ten by two
Ash and elm and rowan too"
But uh...forget I said that. Not trying to give away how to kill him.

Order Magic: While this is quite rare, any being with Order magic can hurt him. Blessings and healing can also do damage to him, as he reverses spells that target him. Of course, usually by the time people figure this out, they're dead.

Hobbies:
Besides fucking with people?
Quote\s:
Nothing worth mentioning
Theme: (skip to 1:33 for the hit)
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[June Verles]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Manfred von Hartmann
Aliases: The horned devil, Ravager of Norden, The Orc Scourge, General of the Royal Atherean Wyvern Expeditionary Force (RAWEF)
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Race: Human

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Bisexual
High Concept: Pragmatist amongst idealists.
Backstory:
There are some who would say that there is no such thing as morals when it comes to life, the only thing that matters in a human's life being their own self interests, collaboration just being the best way to achieve these goals. However there are some who would also say that there are times when you can go too far, that again cannot be sustained with valid evidence, it's just that doing something heinous acts that make their squirm, pushing them to such nauseousness that they vomit everything they ate before.

Manfred is not one of these people.

Born as the second son to a noble occupying a large swathe of land in the South-West provinces of the kingdom he wasn't expected to do anything of importance, everything would be done by his older brother and Manfred was perfectly alright with that. Living his life in a peaceful manner while governing in his brother's stead while he goes gain valour for the family in some pointless scuffle with the Empire of Gehenna that would lead no where was, in reality, a good arrangement.

Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be. Messengers and refugees from across the border brought word of a gigantic orc horde coming up to ravage their lands until they got stopped by the fortifications at Nouherr. That was fine, it was to be expected. What made the situation worse was that when Manfred sent a letter to his brother to make him return home and help with the evacuation instead of him came another message, detailing how he is going to remain on the border to gain eternal fame for their house instead of bothering to save a measly amount of dirty peasants.

The sheer arrogance and complete and utter fucking idiocy of his brother made the young Manfred's blood boil, smashing his room upon making the poor newsbearer leave. He couldn't save everyone in time, he had only a couple of days, if he didn't do anything at least 80% of the people his family swore to protect would perish. At that point it was a simple choice, he would do anything, and I mean anything, to defeat or make the orcs retreat.

Taking control of a local Wyvern squadron he would take them to each and every neutral city in the orc's path and he proceeded to complete and decisively reduce anything of importance within them to ashes. Burning the cattle to only bones, throwing poison down wells and rivers, scorching the crops and of course, eliminating any civilian who refused to comply with that under the assumption that they were Orc sympathisers, which made all of them.

By the time they finally made their way to the border more than a 3rd of the orcs had died of malnourished, they couldn't even feast on the bodies of their dead comrades due to the plague that ravaged the abandoned cities they entered that developed from the dead corpses of the town's residents. Of course at this point it would be easy to simply get rid of some of them and call it a day, however Manfred wanted to make sure they never came back.

To achieve that he would do something very simple, taking every Orc Warleader and impaling them on their war banners, then proceeding to line the border with their mutilated cadavers.

After that he assumed that he could live his life in peace, but when the Royal Capital heard of his actions they immediately summoned him, to put him on trial. Of course they couldn't find anything substantial to reprimand him on, every one of his actions being supported by the fact that he just defended the kingdom from an orc horde with a bunch of wyverns. Conventional punishments like death and imprisonment were off the table, so instead they made gave him more wyverns and sent him off to fight the Frost Giants, expecting him to die in the attempt like every other expeditionary force before him.

Of course Manfred wouldn't allow for that to happen without receiving his happy ending, so instead he got to work. He bred the common wyverns with hell wyrms and drakes, creating a whole new breed of wyverns only his units would posses.

Then came the night raids, using the wyverns nightvision he would launch raids upon Frost Giant settlements at night, the fire not being able to be put out with conventional means as all they could do is watch as their ancestral homes burn.

That gathered all the frost giants together, and when that happened he would simply challenge their herdsmen to a duel. The duel went as expected, he splashed him with a barrel full of mind control potion and ordered him to dig his own corpse and bury himself alive.

And that brings his story to today.
PHYSICAL

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Weapons & Armor:

• Adamantine plate armour: Just a resistant suit of armour enchanted with more protection spells and feather falling.
• Mace of true fire: A iron mace with fire cold to the touch, that burns no matter what.

Items & Personal Belongings:

• Wyvern Beacon: A beacon that emits light only visible to his wyvern Wings.
• Emergency teleport scroll: Teleports him to the nearest friendly town.

Skills & Abilities:

• Skilled and efficient tactician
• Absolutely ruthless
• Peerless air combatant
• Trusted Commander.

Spells & Magic: N/A
Weaknesses:

Despite his conventionally unethical practices he values the life of his men greatly, capable of doing anything for them. He is also not the best conversationalist, being rather blunt and to the point as opposed of what you'd expect of nobility.

FLUFF
Hobbies: Recreational Wyvern riding, Wyvern Polo, Maceball.
Quote\s: "Show no quarter."
Theme:

 

[Thepotatogod]

Two Sentient Weapons and a Skeleton of the Royal Guard shall become the perfect warrior for the Imperial Regime!
(Very WIP)​

• The Red Sword
• The Blue Sword
• Dead Man Walking

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  Name: ABMC-P 001
  Aliases: Ringaling Shwoop, The Quick Bladed One.
  Age: (Biological age. How long have you been there?)
  Gender: Female
  Race:
  Bound Magical Construct - A Bound Magical Construct is similar to a Magical Construct, being a machine that's created with souls of fallen heroes. However, this one was made as a prototype to a proposed variant of a MagiConstruct. One where the weapon had a hard light construct that would serve as its manual and companion. Unlike regular MagiConstructs, Bound Magical Construct cannot turn into Mechas and are instead infused with so much magical power that they can persist so long as the core they're bounded to is still unbroken.
  
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  Sexuality: (Ships gotta sail, then sink each other.)
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  Weapons & Armor: (Anything that the character uses for protection, or attack during combat.)
  Items & Personal Belongings: (Any other items that the character has, or belong to them.)
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  ["FLUFF"]
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  Quote\s: (Notable things that the character has said, that may show off their personality or speech type.)
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  Name: ABMC-P Model 002
  Aliases: Bakan Boom, The Ranged One
  Age: 1800
  Gender: Female
  Race: Bound Magical Construct - A Bound Magical Construct is similar to a Magical Construct, being a machine that's created with souls of fallen heroes. However, this one was made as a prototype to a proposed variant of a MagiConstruct. One where the weapon had a hard light construct that would serve as its manual and companion. Unlike regular MagiConstructs, Bound Magical Construct cannot turn into Mechas and are instead infused with so much magical power that they can persist so long as the core they're bounded to is still unbroken. A Bound MagiConstruct cannot travel at most 50 meters away from the weapon they're bounded to. While they can transform any part of their body into a part of the weapon they're bound to, they cannot carry the weapon themselves. There are only two known Bound Magical Constructs at the moment.
  
  ["PERSONAL"]
  Sexuality: (Ships gotta sail, then sink each other.)
  High Concept: A Man-Made Magical Being bound to an experimental cannon greatsword duo, separated from her twin sister during a storm while they were being shipped to the Athear Kingdom by sea. Bakan got ship wrecked near a dungeon and was taken in by several goblins. Ruled their dungeon for a bit and then ventured with the skeleton lord Lloyd, travelled to the
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  Weaknesses: (Weak sides of a character. Fears, inabilities, inexperience, emotional issues, mental issues, etc. Only ones that could be said to negatively affect the character.)
  
  ["FLUFF"]
  (Optional)
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  Quote\s: (Notable things that the character has said, that may show off their personality or speech type.)
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  Name: Lloyd Kataparan
  Aliases: The Boney Menace Of The Gahenna Imperial Regime, Spoopy Bone Man, Sir Rattle-Me-Bones.
  Age: 999
  Gender: Male
  Race: Skeleton - RATTLE ME BONESS
  
  ["PERSONAL"]
  Sexuality: (Ships gotta sail, then sink each other.)
  High Concept: A loyal Skeleton Warrior that's been part of The Gehenna's Guard for eons, began journeying to other lands on the order of Heltkaiser XXXVI merely a year ago. Prideful of his regime, he gives any and all free moments in his ventures to praise the Imperials that he served for eons dating when he's still a living human.
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  Weapons & Armor: (Anything that the character uses for protection, or attack during combat.)
  Items & Personal Belongings: (Any other items that the character has, or belong to them.)
  Skills & Abilities: (Not magical. Include things like bartering, or the ability to pickpocket.)
  Spells & Magic: (Magical. Spells and magical abilities that the character has.)
  Weaknesses: (Weak sides of a character. Fears, inabilities, inexperience, emotional issues, mental issues, etc. Only ones that could be said to negatively affect the character.)
  
  ["FLUFF"]
  Hobbies: (What does the dark lord do in his free time, when not vying for supremacy over the world?)
  Quote\s: (Notable things that the character has said, that may show off their personality or speech type.)
  Theme: (Musical theme.)