Fantasy The Wings of Valor [Character sheets]

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[Zariel]

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  Name: Elesis Crownguard
  Alias/title(s): Sword of Eltheca, Chosen of Eltheca, Paladin, Child of Destiny
  Nickname(s): El
  Race: Human
  Gender: Female
  Age: 29
  Height: 5'7"
  Origin: Galar
  
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  Strong-willed, truthful, just, and bound to an unshakable set of morals, Elesis is the living embodiment of all the greatest and noble Galarian ideals. She is not one to turn a blind eye to those in need. It has been ingrained in her to be reserved and well-spoken in her ways, engaging others in a calm, and determined demeanour. Even in battle, when her hands are covered in blood, beads of sweat trickling down her face, and she chokes for breath, she remains poised and orchestrates her plans perfectly. Due to this, Elesis does not stray far from one's perception of an idealized hero. While at times she can appear sombre, and nonchalant to a certain extent, Elesis is quite friendly towards her peers—evident in her ability to lead.
  
  In spite of her honour being generally well-respected, there have been times when her morals have been exploited. Her willingness to help others and strong desire to fight fairly have led to grave repercussions, yet Elesis refuses to abandon her strict code of chivalry. She feels a sharp sting at the back of her mind, insecurity, that she will never be as good, or live up to the likes of her older brother. And to this day, she continues to blame herself for his death. Failure once means failure again. Now, Elesis fears not only the fall of Galar but also losing her selflessness.
  
  There is a side of Elesis that others seldom see—when her sword is sheathed, and her armour is bundled up safely in a wooden chest. It is at these time Elesis can be adorably sheepish, a disparity to the unwavering paladin she's renowned to be. An example of something she enjoys is to bathe in the tranquillity of a moonlit lake. Other hobbies include reading, cooking, going on long walks and just gazing at the sunset. One of her dreams that few know about is her wish to become a mother. Preferably, she'd like a son who she can name in remembrance of her beloved brother, and raise to be a champion of Galar, just like he was.
  
  Notable Quotes:
  "Eltheca guides the faithful."
  "Eltheca grant me strength."
  "My entire existence is focused on the edge of my sword."
  
  
  
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  Born into the noble Crownguard family, many years after her famed older brother Dragoz, Elesis's birth coincided with a sporadic religious observance. A sign that she was marked by fate. Elesis was celebrated as a child of destiny, and from an early age, she knew that she would be expected to defend the throne of Galar with her life. Her father was a captain of the royal army, while her aunt was an expert military strategist—and both were recognized and greatly respected by King Lucius III. But the current, and most well-known among their family was her brother. He was the leader of his own elite group of Galarian knights. The Wings of Valor.
  
  Dragoz was hailed as a champion of Galar, for he led his troops into countless battles and emerged victorious every time. He was undefeatable. Few could say they were as loved like him; The men of Galar tried desperately to earn his respect, while the women badgered him with marriage proposals. Elesis grew up in a nation where someone very close to her was showered with so much adoration. It filled her with admiration and added to the pile of reasons she looked up to her older brother, and why she wanted to be just like him. But her brother's success inadvertently put a heavy burden on Elesis's shoulder, to live up to the expectation.
  
  Whenever Dragoz would return home and be free from his duties, he would sit on the couch or his bed with a young Elesis at his side and tell her tales about his adventures outside the kingdom’s walls to protect its people from the dangers of the world beyond. Elesis would listen with nothing but wonder and excitement in her eyes. She had never left Galar before, so stories of the places Dargoz had seen, the people he's met, the things he's eaten, and even the bizarre creatures he's fought sounded like something out of a fairytale to her.
  
  At the age of twelve is when Elesis lifted her first weapon. A wooden sword. She begged her family to let her train with them. Her parents were reluctant at first, not believing her to be ready, but that didn't deter the ambitious young girl. After having enough of her persistent complaints, Elesis's parent's yielded and listened to the girl's plea. They agreed to let her train if she could find a knight willing to let her become their squire. The girl searched for an entire month, but no knight wanted to waste their efforts on a child, let alone a girl. Feeling belittled and neglected, Elesis ran away one night to the shrine of Eltheca - the Goddess of Wisdom - where she curled up and shed rivers of tears from all her pent-up sadness. For a strange reason, Elesis had always felt a connection to the particular shrine. It was her favourite place to go when she wanted to be left to herself. At this point in time, young Elesis was angry, to let out her frustration she picked up her wooden sword and practised a few slashes she'd learnt despite the tears in her eyes. Little did she know that she was being watched by none other than Dragoz, who was hiding behind one the pillars which supported the shrine. When the girl could no longer swing the sword with her frail little arms, she fell back onto the floor from the fatigue. It was then that Dragoz emerged from the darkness and revealed himself. Elesis was shocked at the sight of him. He ordered her to stand, Elesis obediently listened and looked up at the man that towered over her. Through all the pain and anger, Dragoz saw the unbreakable will to rise above all odds in his sister's eyes. He knew then, for certain, she was indeed chosen by the gods and that she was destined for greatness. What he then went on to say made the girl's eye light up—her prayers had been answered. He told her to wipe her tears and offered her to become his squire.
  
  In the years that followed, Elesis put in an exceptional amount of effort during her training. As a squire, her days and nights were consumed training and the study of war, honing her body and sharpening her mind into weapons deadlier than blade she wielded. But she always made time to worship Eltheca, after all, all this was thanks to her. By the time she was 18, she had joined the Wings of Valor and quickly rose through the ranks, becoming her brother's second in command. Together, the two siblings led their troops in campaigns along the Sveljordian border, purged Galar of demonic cultists, and fought alongside the Bashurian Watamu tribe. And that was only the beginning of their many feats. But that all changed during one mission...
  
  Elesis and Dragoz were with their soldiers deep in the jungles of Ixtal. They'd been sent to put a stop to a group of apocalyptic fanatic shamans trying to set free the corrupt Ixtali god Uruk and his four titans. After several months of searching the temple where sacrificial rituals were being performed was finally found. The mission was going successfully until Elesis found herself trapped by a trio of shamans in a collapsing temple. After realising their plan had been foiled, the shamans had invoked an incantation that caused the temple to self destruct. In order to save Elesis and his men, Dragoz handed over his sword and switched places with Elesis, sacrificing himself so the others could escape. Fearing for her brother's life, Elesis reached out, hoping he could grab on. But it was too late. Dragoz, the shamans, the giant vermin and the rest of the temple had already fallen into the dark abyss.
  
  Distraught, Elesis mourned her brother for days on end, even after returning to Galar. The news of her brother's death had its impact and sorrow spread. Naturally, Elesis spent a lot of time at the shrine of Eltheca in this difficult time. One day, she decided to bring Dragoz's bloodstained Holy Sword to the shrine. She walked up to the marble statue of the goddess, pinning the sword into the floor as she fell to her knees. It was then that she heard a voice call out to her. Looking up in disbelief, it was the goddess Eltheca herself, except not in physical form but as an astral projection. Eltheca spoke consoling words to the shattered woman before her, a faithful servant. The goddess offered Elesis a gift that would help her rise again and protect those she loved. Of course, after what had happened, Elesis accepted. A sphere of light formed above Eltheca's palm which she gently threw towards Elesis. The sphere was aimed directly at the centre of Elesis's body and when it hit, Elesis fell backwards, it felt like her spirit had been pushed out of her physical body. A few seconds later, she could feel her own body again, but something was off, there was this indescribable feeling of power coursing throughout her being. Eltheca had gifted Elesis with the ability to cast Holy Magic. And so, from then on Elesis would now serve as a conduit for Eltheca's will.
  
  At the age of 24, Elesis became the new leader of the Wings of Valor. Wielding her brother's Holy Sword, and with the blessings of her patron goddess, Elesis was a symbol of justice that the people of Galar grew to love and respect, as they had done her late brother. Thenceforth, Elesis ventured the world with a new goal in mind. Unlike previously, how they believed outsiders to be dangerous, Elesis planned to meet new acquaintances and recruit talented foreigners into the Wings of Valor. Uniting them under one flag would be proof to the rest of the world that peace was possible.
  
  
  
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  Class: Paladin
  Magic Affinity: Holy Magic—An uncommon magic attribute that allows the user to manipulate God-blessed power at will. Light Magic can only be called so in its purest state; if Light Magic has been tainted by even a mere speck of impurity, it becomes Holy Magic. As such, there is much similitude between light spells and holy spells, though the latter is considerably inferior.
  Spells & Abilities:
  [Eltheca's Blessing (Passive)]
  As a devoted agent of Eltheca, Elesis's physical limitation have been pushed beyond that of regular mortals. She benefits from heightened speed, agility, strength, stamina, endurance and reflexes. Additionally, Elesis is immune to natural illnesses, diseases and poisons.
  
  [Galarian Fervor (Passive)]
  Constantly being observed by the watchful eye of her goddess, Elesis gains both magical and physical resistance for each enemy she's facing. The more outnumbered she is, the more enduring she becomes.
  
  [Holy Infusion]
  Elesis can cast this spell either on herself or someone else to heal the target for a portion of their health.
  
  [Heavenly Field]
  By channelling, Elesis can create a powerful barrier of Holy Magic that varies in radius. Elesis cannot move or attack while casting this spell.
  
  [Holy Burst (Ultimate)]
  Elesis pours a massive amount of mana into her Holy Sword and fires off an immensely destructive beam of Holy Magic.
  
  Weapons & Equipment:
  [Calibrum]
  One of the five original Holy Swords, Calibrum once belonged to Elesis's brother, but after his death, it was entrusted to Elesis. Each of the Holy Swords was forged by a magically enchanted silver and were imbued with divine power.
  
  [Magicite Armour]
  As a member of the Crownguard family, Elesis is clad in magicite armour. Like regular armour, this grants her protection against physical attacks but the effects of magic are also dulled.
  
  
  
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  [Dremnime]
  Surprisingly, the young necromancer is one of the paladin's most cherished members. Elesis first met Dremnime two years after she became the new leader of the Wings of Valor. Her ship had docked at one of the southern ports of the Grim Isles to restock with supplies. After discovering a paladin had stepped onto their loathsome land, the locals asked Elesis to investigate a lair on a nearby mountain, which they believed to be the hideout of a lich—an unnatural being cursed with unlife, after interloping with the forces of death itself. When Elesis arrived outside the lair, she could sense the eldritch mana saturated in the air. From the entrance, a large contorted amalgam of rotting corpses emerged with heavy thuds. Using her holy magic, Elesis quickly slew the undead giant and entered the lair. She waded through the soulless masses, eventually burning the entire army with Holy magic before reaching the central chamber. The room itself looked very much like it belonged to a lich, but to Elesis's bewilderment, what or who she found was not a skeletal sorcerer, but a young woman: Dremnime.
  
  When Elesis asked what Dremnime was doing there, the young woman told the paladin the tale of her life. Elesis felt much empathy for the young girl, the only family she'd ever know was gone, and she'd been left in this cabin forlorn in solitude. Hence the reason Elesis offered the talented necromancer a place on her team, but she tried to convince her to use her gifts for a more noble cause. To free the dead, Dremnime would need to wield their strength. In order to end the wretched curse of unlife, she would be forced to use it. With great power comes great responsibility. These were some of the lessons Elesis tried to teach. Since their first meeting, Elesis frequently visited Dremnime a few times every month or so until the necromancer was ready to accompany her on her travels. Elesis acknowledges Dremnime as an invaluable asset to the group, and it only brings her pleasure to not only see her become a more talented necromancer, but also improve as a person and become more responsible with the power she possesses. Additionally, Elesis sees Dremnime as one of the prettiest and most lovable people she's ever met, and she can't help but feel attracted towards her. Though, even Elesis is confused about these strange emotions she feels; as a knight, Elesis has never had the chance to explore her sexuality, but Dremnime's presence has sparked something in her.
  
  "I don't know what it is, Dremnime, but when we're alone together, my entire body gets all warm and tingling... it's like, my heart is longing for something."
  
  [Kaze Hisakawa]
  Elesis was first acquainted with the Windweaver during her trip to Nakashikita. At first, Elesis intended to recruit Kaze's master, but he declined her offer. But instead, he introduced Elesis to his only student, Kaze. The master hoped that by venturing with Elesis, Kaze would get to experience what lies beyond their borders, and even be faced with challenges that will help him master the wind technique.
  
  Compared to most others in the group, Kaze is on the quieter side, but that doesn't make Elesis appreciate him any less than the rest. Quite the opposite, she knows that Kaze's long-range in combat is essential to provide cover fire and poke against enemies. Kaze overlooks the battlefield from a safe distance, and thus he is everyone's eyes. Elesis hopes that if put through enough battles, Kaze will unlock his hidden power and fulfil his master's wishes.
  
  "Kaze, your master is an exceptional fighter. Strive to be just like him... or perhaps, one day, you might even surpass him."
  
  [Mal'Ikari]
  There are only a few his age that can claim to be as kind or as innocent as Mal. Elesis stumbled upon the pariah one year after the death of her brother. She had travelled to the Ixtali jungle once more, with a glimmer of hope that by some miracle she'd find, or at least learn, that her brother was alive. However, such was not the case. Instead, Elesis witnessed a poor native man surrounded by some magicians using some type of mind control magic. The man was subdued, defenceless and outnumbered. Unwilling to see the man suffer at the hands of lowly pirates, Elesis charged in and fought off the aggravators. She herself was immune to the magicians' mind control thanks to the magicite that shielded her. Mal was soon free from the spell and in gratitude for saving him he pledged his life in her service.
  
  Due to his gentle and curious nature, Mal is liked by everyone and is always willing to listen. As long as it sounds sensible enough, he'll go along with whatever someone tells him, for better or worse. It's due to this that Elesis encourages Mal to be more independent and think for himself, as to not let anyone take advantage of him.
  
  "And you believed them...again?!"
  
  
  
  
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  [Dragoz Crownguard]
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[Zariel]

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  Name: Kaze Hisakawa
  Alias/title(s): Windweaver, Akuma no Kodomo (Demon Child), Wakai Arashi (Young Storm)
  Nickname(s): N/A
  Race: Human
  Gender: Male
  Age: 27
  Height: 5'9"
  Origin: Nakashikita
  
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  Kaze has a calm and emotionless demeanour and speaks only when he really needs to convey his thoughts. His bluntness often makes people misinterpret his intentions. Despite his relatively detached nature, Kaze harbours a strong ambition to become a legendary protector of Nakashikita, just like the samurai he spent much of his youth with. In order to achieve his goal, Kaze has developed incredible perseverance. He believes that only if he remains austere in his endeavour, he will attain greatness.
  
  Like most Nakashikitans, Kaze is deeply fond of nature and its many wonders. He can spend hours appreciating the beautiful flowers, majestic trees, flowing rivers and immovable mountains. Creatures also fill the Kaze with a sense of splendour, especially the avians and the fabled dragons of his homeland. Conversely, it brings Kaze much sorrow when an unnatural disruption in nature's delicate balance bring it harm.
  
  Kaze's distant tendencies are reflected in his fighting style. He prefers to eliminate his targets from afar. Though not defenceless in close quarters, he is much more comfortable when he has a ranged advantage. Before a battle is set to take place, it has become habitual for him to familiarize himself with the environment, so he knows the best angles of attack.
  
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  Between the Sanzunokawa valley lies the small village of Namiyata. It's home to a weaver people, who also herd cattle and goats for a living. Atop one of the cliffs overlooking the village is a simple Minka, where an illustrious samurai and his wife reside. Sasaki Danzo, a master of the wind technique, was one of the samurai who fought to defend Nakashikita during the Fortian invasion. They say that Sasaki singlehandedly defeated an entire army of Foritan soldiers, he slashed his spirit infused katana once, sending forth a tornado that devoured the enemy.
  
  In the early days of the war against Fortia, Sasaki was called to battle on the front lines. Acknowledging that his final days may very well be approaching, Sasaki wanted to leave his legacy in the form of a successor. But his wife was barren, and no one in the village could bend the elements like him. The distress this caused the aeromancer was becoming unbearable, to the point he was willing to become unfaithful to the woman he loved. And so, everything had been planned. One night, after his wife had fallen asleep, Sasaki sneaked out and entered the village below. He entered the chamber of a beautiful young maiden, named Ichika, and the two shared a bed. Shortly after the deed was done, Sasaki ventured out to the border where all the fighting was taking place.
  
  A few months later, Ichika could no longer hide the signs of her pregnancy. The news quickly went around, leaving the entire village in shock and trouble stirred. There was no obvious suspect of who could've done such a thing, but some believe it is the result of the wicked actions of an Oni. For several weeks, the villagers sent search parties into the forest to find and capture the fiend responsible so that they could punish him, but no such being was found. Eventually, the searches were called off, and in the following months, the child was born. Kaze is the name Ichika gave the child. He was a mark of Sasaki's infidelity—a secret only Ichika and Sasaki knew. The villagers wanted to slay the newborn, believing him to be a demon child, but Ichika pleaded them to spare him. Since Kaze's birth, Ichika could not bring herself to look Sasaki's wife in the eyes ever again.
  
  In the first few years of his life, Kaze spent a lot of time with his mother, who he grew to love dearly. Kaze rarely ventured far from his house as Ichika confined him to stay close. Instead, Kaze spent a majority of his preadolescent days in the forest that was his garden, where he'd look at plants and play with the animals. It was also in the forest that Kaze first discovered he had powers. A fox was ambushing him from the bushes, and when the boy least expected it, it pounced out and drove him into a corner. The young boy was frightened and didn't know how to defend himself. Instinctually, Kaze held his hands out in front him while cowering, a pre-emptive reflex. Right then, young Kaze heard the sound of high-pitched bark followed by a THUMP and then a squeal. Surprised and a little confused that he hadn't been bitten, Kaze slowly opened his eyes to see the scavenger had been stunned against a tree. But there was something else, a small whirlwind spiralling around his body like it was protecting him. The young boy hurried back to his house to tell his mother what happened but was bewildered when she didn't react or even look amazed. Ichika realised that the boy's powers had finally awakened, but she warned him not to tell anyone. Not being a mage herself meant she didn't know how to handle the situation and she was unable to help develop the boy's growing powers. He needed his father.
  
  When Kaze reached the age of 6, his father returned to the village, two years after the war with Fortia officially ended. Ichika was quick to reveal to the samurai about the existence of his—no—their son, but they needed to be discrete. They could not raise suspicion. So Sasaki devised a plan that would allow him to train Kaze without any rumours spreading. Using the war as a reason to search for an apprentice, Sasaki arranged a challenge for all the youngsters in the village. The winner would earn the honour of being taught by him. In spite of him being the youngest, Sasaki was confident that Kaze would be successful, as the task was furtively oriented for him. But that still didn't stop Sasaki from summoning the wind to guide the clueless young Kaze. So it was without a doubt, that in the end, Kaze was the one to study with Sasaki as his teacher.
  
  Over the next few years, Kaze was taught the martial traditions of Nakashikita, while also learning how to harness the power of the wind itself. At first, Kaze was taught how to fight with a sword, and though proficient in its use, the boy held a natural talent for wielding a bow and arrow. When Sasaki discovered his deadeye abilities, he knew that it was a gift, and so he honed Kaze's skills as an archer instead. At the age of 18, Sasaki took Kaze and crossed to the other side of the region. The monk inhabited temple of Yagami in Weh'Le was their destination. There, Sasaki introduced Kaze to the blacksmith who forged his weapon. Sasaki asked the blacksmith to create a longbow using the same ore that forged his katana. In that past, Sasaki had done the blacksmith a great favour, indebted, he could not say no. When his bow was complete, Kaze was sent on a mission by his father to slay a rampaging Orochi that had been displeased by the people of a nearby village. Tracking down, trapping and defeating the creature was a gruelling task, but Kaze successfully subdued the giant eight-headed snake and put it to rest. Such a feat was a testament that Kaze was a prodigy that had gained considerable mastery over his wind magic. Indeed, Sasaki was proud of his son's accomplishments and the man he was shaping up to be.
  
  Since then, a few years had passed. Back in their home village, talk of a foreigner entering Namiyata reached Sasaki and Kaze. Intrigued, they both headed down to the village to see what all commotion was about, and to see if the rumour was true. Shockingly, the foreigner was accompanied by the famed samurai Goro—an old friend of Sasaki's, who fought alongside him during the Fortian invasion. Goro revealed the foreigner's identity to be Elesis Crownguard of Galar, he also explained that he was giving Elesis a tour of Nakashikita. What Sasaki wasn't ready for, however, was when Goro admitted to have been defeated by the Galarian knight. Sasaki was bewildered, Goro's earthly defences were thought to be impenetrable. Goro then dared Sasaki to duel the silver-haired knight. Curious to see how he'd fare, Sasaki accepted. It had been too long since someone had forced Sasaki to go all out and unleash the full power of his wind magic. And he enjoyed every moment of their battle, as their blades rasped against one another. As young as she was, Sasaki acknowledged his opponent as a skilled fighter. Kaze watched in awe as the two fought in a mesmerising display. Sasaki has fought an entire army himself in the past, could it be possible that this woman bore the might of an army herself? Kaze wondered. The samurai and the knight clashed from dawn until dusk. Until eventually, they both decided to sheathe their blades, leaving their battle inconclusive.
  
  In the evening that followed, a feast was held and everyone at the village was invited. It was here that Elesis told Sasaki about the Wings of Valor and offered him to join. The legendary samurai responded by saying that he'd grown old and wasn't half the warrior he used to be. But instead, he saw this as an opportunity for Kaze and so introduced his protege to the woman from a distant land.
  
  
  
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  Class: Archer
  Magic Affinity: Wind Magic—A magical attribute that allows the user to generate and manipulate wind. It is one of the four major elements of mana. Wind Magic is generally characterised by its high speed, and its ability to grant some users with the ability to glide, float midair or even fly.
  Spells & Abilities:
  [Windrunner (Passive)]
  Kaze passively benefits from significantly increased movement speed.
  "Faster than the wind... oh, sorry, you can't keep up?"
  
  [Last Breath (Passive)]
  When Kaze or his target is below 30% health Kaze's attacks deal increased damage. If both conditions are met the damage amplification is doubled.
  "Say your prayers, this fight will be your last!"
  
  [Airbender]
  Kaze can manipulate the air in the surrounding environment and bend it to his will. Certain actions require more concentration than others.
  "The wind is my only company."
  
  [Piercing Wind]
  Kaze readies and then fires a powerful shot that gains extra range and damage the longer he spends preparing to fire.
  "This arrow tears through the sky just as it will tear you!"
  
  [Mark of the Storm]
  Kaze marks a target and deals increased damage to the marked target. There is a substantial cooldown before Kaze can mark a different target.
  "The winds of fate have chosen you, now die!"
  
  [Storm Arrows]
  Kaze's bow becomes empowered and he can fire a total of eight powerful shots in rapid succession.
  "An arrow for each head."
  
  [Wind Wall]
  Kaze creates a gust of wind that travels forward before forming a wall in front of him. The dense wind protects him against most projectiles, both magical and physical.
  "Talk to the wind, not me."
  
  [Zephyr Leap]
  Kaze leaps high into the air. This spell can be recast two more times even once he is midair. Kaze can use the wind to glide during his descent.
  "Ground shackles, air liberates."
  
  [Storm Dragon's Wrath (Ultimate)]
  Kaze shoots an arrow, summoning a spirit dragon which spirals in a line. It generates a powerful tornado around itself destroying and devouring everything in its path.
  "Feel the Storm Dragon's wrath!"
  
  Weapons & Equipment:
  [Orochi]
  A magic-infused longbow crafted by an artisan blacksmith in Nakashikita. It was created using the same ore that forged Sasaki's katana, Susano. Kaze named the longbow after the first creature he slew with it.
  
  [Wakizashi]
  A one-handed sword that resembles a katana, but is considerably smaller in size. Kaze keeps this weapon sheathed across his back in case he needs to protect himself up close.
  
  
  
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  [Ichika Hisakawa]
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[Rusty of Shackleford]

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Basic Info
Name: Addam Brightwall (Brightwall was not his initial surname, as he never had one until he took it)
Alias/title(s): Ser, Knight of the Crown, "The Mule Knight)
Nickname(s): "Addy" (Only those who are very close to him)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Height: 6'1
Origin: Galar

Personality
Description: Addam looks as if he's lived much longer than he actually has. The scars across his body tell a story of a life of constant fighting, his eyes are filled with a cynicism only a knight of his standing could have, and he carries himself with confidence. But this is simply his outward appearance. In reality, Addam is a kind, compassionate soul. He holds true to the values of honor and justice his mentor taught him, and always seeks to do good whenever he can. That being said, he can be easily manipulated this way, as well as one other problem he has. You see, Addam had never had a stable father figure, and this has led him to desperately seek one. So any male authority figure can easily manipulate Addam and get him to do almost anything if they make him feel as if he's finally accepted.
Biography
Description: Ser Addam Brightwall was simply born as Addam, in a small farming village somewhere in Galar. The boy never knew his true father, as he abandoned his mother before Addam was even born. As such, Addam was mostly raised by his step-father, the local blacksmith. He wasn't a bad man, by any means. He just wasn't a man of strong affection. As such, Addam was left wanting for a loving father figure, which came in the form of Ser Robert of Brightwall, a respected knight. The man saw potential in Addam, and so when the boy was twelve years old, Robert made him his personal squire, and from there, Addam's destiny was sealed. Finally, he had a father figure, someone who loved and respected him. Over the next six years, Addam trained under Robert, and proved to be a natural for the life of a knight. It soon came time for him to be knighted. On the day of his eighteenth birthday, the two headed to the capital for Addam to be knighted...only for the two to be attacked on the road by assassin's. Vastly outnumbered, Robert gave Addam his sword, and a letter confirming that Addam was now a knight, knighting the man in the spot, before telling his protege to run. Reluctantly, Addam fled, leaving his mentor to be killed. This event has haunted Addam ever since, and he will likely never forgive himself...

From there, Addam followed in Robert's footsteps, travelling Galar and participating in various tourneys in the hopes of living up to his mentor's legacy. It was during a tourney in the capital itself that Addam performed so well, with so much courage and determination, that the King himself recognized the young knight's talents, and assigned him to personally guard his daughter, Princess Anastasia. It was...quite the jump for Addam, going from sleeping in the dirt and in grimey taverns to guarding a princess, but he grew into it, and he found himself growing close to Anastasia herself, even discovering he had feelings for her, despite believing that not only would she never want to marry someone of common birth, but that the kingdom itself wouldn't accept such a scandal.

Addam was not present at the Hunt, and was unable to stop her from eating the Golden Fruit. Anastasia insisted he stay in Galar, and even then, he was called on by the Wings of Valor to fight at the Batt!e of Ewhaz Hills. Once again, he failed the person that mattered the most to him, and Addam is determined to not fail Anastasia again.

Combat Details
Class: Knight
Magic Affinity: None
Spells & Abilities: None
Weapons & Equipment:
Armor: Traditional plate armor, made to be a bit lighter and more comfortable at the expense of protection. A tabard is worn over the breastplate with the Galar royal family's crest emblazoned on it.

Sword: Dubbed "Talon," the sword was a parting gift from Robert, and is an absolute beauty. Forged using magic, it's incredibly durable, and rarely needs to be sharpened.

Crossbow: Nothing special. Just for whenever he'd need it.

Appearance


Relationships
TBD

Extra
He's deathly afraid of spiders, and will panic at the sight of them.

He keeps a memento from Robert: a splinter from a lance from the first joust Addam ever assisted the knight in.

Side Characters
TBD

 

[Yahhah]

Basic Info
Name: Raven

Alias/title(s): Raven the Craven, The Ever-rhyming Singer.

Nickname(s): (None really, she's never really been given any).

Race: Human(Formerly crow).

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Height: 5' 5

Origin: Outlying town in Galar

Personality
Description: Raven is a very chipper individual who is almost never down. She has a very deep love for music and her go to for entertaining herself or others is singing whether or not that annoys them. Unfortunately Raven's upbeat nature can get a bit tiring although she never seems to notice. Raven seems to dislike any sort of argument and will usually fall silent when reprimanded. She is a lonely soul who seems to be searching above all for a place where she can be comfortable and belong. Unfortunately due to a curse that makes it impossible for her to speak without rhyming in some way most people get tired of her companionship quite quickly. The only times she seems to get annoyed is when she needs to find ways to speak around her curse as she has to think of herself any rhyme she speaks, making her speech patterns quite repetitive as she tends to reuse rhymes. Raven still carries a few mannerisms from when she was a corvid, she is quite attracted to any sort of shiny object making her a bit of a packrat. Except instead of actually useful objects Raven's extra travel bag is normally full of shiny stones or discarded scraps of not rusty metals. Raven doesn't steal to satisfy her shiny obsession. Raven likes to feel useful and helpful

Biography
Description: Raven was born as a crow which lived around one of the outlying villages in the nation of Galar. As a bird Raven had a fascination with the human phenomena of music. In her specific village there was a group of minstrels that would stop in her town quite often. Every time the minstrels stopped in the town Raven would be there listening to them. She wanted to be among these musicians, bringing fun and entertainment to the people of the town. Of course being a bird that was impossible. Until one day when Raven was flying around the farmlands that were near her village she came across a fox stuck in a trap set up by the owner of the farm. At first Raven thought nothing of this and was going to continue on her way when the animal called out to her. The fox claimed to be a magician in the form of an animal and claimed to give Raven something in return. The bird wasn't sure at first but eventually caved into temptation, not truly believing the fox but releasing him anyway on the off chance he was telling the truth.

It turned out that the fox was telling the truth, and he gave Raven a single wish. Raven of course wanted to be a human that could spread music and joy throughout the land. Her wish was granted but with a single twist. Raven could sing all she wanted, of course all of her songs came out as some unknown language that sounded melodious but had little discernible lyrics in them, her voice was quite pleasant to listen to as she sang. These songs were not normal songs, they were magic chants that had odd effects on the audience, and unfortunately every time she spoke normally Raven had to work a rhyme into her speech. Hindering Raven's ability to communicate and making it so that she never truly fit in. The singing group that Raven wished to join rejected her as her songs seemed to have odd affects on the people listening to her.

Raven became a drifter, she eventually learned how to mix her chants up so much that they no longer had their intended effects, but due to her inability to explain her curse or really any sort of way to explain herself. She did gain a bit of a reputation on the rare occurrences where she used her chants in their intended magical uses, being known as the Ever-rhyming Singer or introducing herself as Raven the Craven. Raven's uses of healing magic has brought her into situations where she has been used to heal a few individuals of high repute and fame if they happen to be taken ill or injured and she is nearby. Making it so that the Ever-Rhyming singer is a name known as gifted and very useful healer. Though not everyone believes that she exists or that she is truly cursed to rhyme forever.

Combat Details
Class: Bard

Magic Affinity: Musical

Spells & Abilities: Chants(The spells that Raven can cast are all called Chants. She can only cast one chant at once and needs to focus and sing the song. If she is interrupted the song may fail. If she sings too much she temporarily loses her voice).

Chant of Health: The Chant of Health is a simple healing spell which does just that. It heals wounds, of course there is a set limit that it can heal. The Chant of Health can also cure diseases and poisons. If a wound is too great they'll be left to their fate.

Chant of Strength: The Chant of Strength increases the physical strength of any nearby allies. The Chant of Strength also reinvigorates allies that listen to it. The Chant of Strength unfortunately doesn't increase the power of other magicians. The chant gives hustle to muscle.

Chant of Peace: The Chant of Peace pacifies and calms down any who listen to it. The effects of the song do not last all that long and those pacified by it will quickly become aggressive again if not dealt with either peacefully or violently. If one feels rage this chant makes them disengage.

Chant of Pain: The Chant of Pain causes pain to any enemy that listens to it. The pain that this spell casts is not always the same and can be better or worse depending on how much of the song someone hears or how loud Raven is singing. The pain can go from a stubbed toe to a migraine. Of course the pain isn't actual damage and just because someone feels like they've broken their leg doesn't mean they actually have. The Chant of pain causes Physical Strain.

Chant of Fear: Any enemy who hears this chant will feel pure fear, the feeling of fear only lasts as long as Raven can sing for, and exceptionally brave individuals can resist this magic. This chant causes fear to all who hear.

Raven may learn more chants as the story goes along.

Weapons & Equipment: Raven carries a lute that was given to her upon transformation at all times.

Appearance


Relationships
(To be decided).

Extra
Just because Raven has to rhyme whenever she talks doesn't mean every word she says has to rhyme or that her rhymes have to make sense per say. She can pair any two words together and she can speak so long as it creates a rhyme.

Raven has been searching for a way to undo her curse for a long time now, even trying to track down the magician who initially changed her, with no luck.

Side Characters
The Transformation Mage.

(Let me know if this works alright and if it doesn’t what I need to change or add).

 

[LadyOfStars]

Basic Info

Name: Asha’bellanar

Alias/title(s): High Priestess of Bashuri, Summoner Exemplar, Beast Queen, Bride of Bahru

Nickname(s): Asha, Bell

Race: Elven

Gender: Female

Age: 92

Height: 6’2”

Origin: Fortia

Personality

Asha is at her core, a woman of integrity and strength. Where others may waver on their convictions or their faith, she doubles down and reminds herself that sticking to her ideals and beliefs when faced with temptation will only make her stronger.

Religion has been a guiding force in Asha’s life, and while she is the High Priestess, she knows that there are other factors at work in the world beside the divinity, She accepts things that she and her fellow mortals must do themselves. She isn’t the type to go around preaching and trying to convert people or shame them for their beliefs either, her only goal is to ensure the gods continue to support the people of Bashuri and that her people feel connected to those gods.

When interacting with others, Asha is almost always formal. She has a calm air about her as she carries herself with great dignity and unshakable confidence. That confidence is never so overbearing though that it would seem to be arrogance. She is kind, generous, and protective over those she holds dear. Her compassion for others is the only thing that rivals her faith.

Biography::

Orphaned at birth, Asha’bellanar named herself when she turned four years old. It was a name she felt belonged to a woman that would travel far and have great adventures.That wondrous idea didn’t last long though. By the time she was 10 Asha had been in more trouble with the law enforcement of Fortia than she could count on her fingers and toes combined. She was a thief, an arson, a con, whatever earned her money she did. Once she got older she turned to even more risky business like smuggling and eventually sex work. As a young adult with no real prospects there was very little she could do in the way of legal work, but one thing Asha did do was tend to animals. Creatures on the streets like herself were her only friends and she tended to their wounds, or fed them from her already empty plate. She learned early in life how to interact with even the most aggressive or scared creature and make it her friend. So while she did spend many rainy nights wandering alleyways and consuming addictive substances, she did find some joy in her hobby.

Eventually her skill with animals was noticed by a shady figure and while he wasn’t keen on paying for her talents with coins, he did offer Asha a place to live and call home. This “home” she became part of was a collection of undesirables, each with a skill or talent that could make them some money if applied properly. However all they received was a bit of food and a leash around their necks in the form of powders or drinks. Asha spent many of her days traveling with this group in a blurry haze and the only time she wasn’t as high was when she was putting her animal timing skills to use to subdue beasts to be sold on the black market. It wasn’t how she wanted to live her life, but it kept her feed and numb to the pain of the world. She was content to carry on this way, but one night she had a dream of a lion that chased her away from a hunt, driving her to a cliff where she fell. The fall was calming though, freeing even.
The next time the group stopped they were in an open field with a nearby cliff. She paid no mind to the location, they were here on a hunt for a Griffin of all things. Their encounter with the creature was costly, but they managed to weaken the beast and surround it. All seemed to be going as planned until the majestic creature beat its wings and created a powerful gust of wind that nearly blew everyone away. Asha felt that freeing feeling again and it purged the drugs from her mind long enough for her to make a decision that would change her life. While her “friends” were all trying to find their balance again, Asha rushed forward and freed the creature, then began to shout and shoo it away. Without warning the beast grabbed her in its talons just as it took off flying towards the cliff and dive bombing towards the beach below.

Her dream seemed to come true in some fashion and that was enough to make her change her life around. Asha stuck with the Griffin and decided she needed a fresh start. Bashuri was where the 20 year old chose to go and on the back of her griffin she flew there in no time. Her arrival to the nation was spotted by the High Priestess at the time and the woman was shocked. She had dreamt of a winged beast arriving for months now and here it was with a young outsider in tow. Asha’bellanar and the priestess greeted one another and became fast friends, but when her griffin seemed to dislike the lands of the savannah, Asha was unsure what to do. Rather than break the bond they shared the priestess offered Asha a deal ,of course she was skeptical of it though. She promised to teach Asha summoning magic so that she may summon her Griffin to her side whenever she missed him, but in exchange Asha would have to stay and learn all that the Priestess had to teach, not just the single spell. With great hesitation she agreed and the two began practicing. In a week she was able to perform the spell, having summoned objects to her side with ease. Asha created a binding seal for her and the griffin and sent the creature on its way home.

After that she had to fulfill her end of the bargain. The priestess explained her dreams to Asha and how being here in Bashuri was her fate, her destiny. Here she could leave behind her sinful past and demons and start anew. So in the years to come Asha devoted herself to being a new person and giving thanks to Bahru who she credited with her sudden change in lifestyle. She learned and perfected her summoning magic, joined the church, and even became an official citizen of Bashuri. For once she had a home and she loved it.

When the High Priestess was nearing the end of her life, the only mother figure Asha had ever known, she told the young elf to go. Travel the world one more time, bond with more creatures, and then come back to take her place. Become the next High Priestess and protect Bashuri as Bahru meant for her to. Asha’bellanar believed this to be her calling, her true destiny so she set out without hesitation to do as her god and her mother wanted her to do. With the help of her Griffin she traveled the world over and met fearsome creatures that she befriended through acts of kindness and love. From the wild and diverse lands of Ixtal to the Frozen mountains of Sveljord, she found one creature wherever she went. Then she returned home and was met with despair. She was now High Priestess, but at the cost of her mother’s life. After days and weeks of mourning and weeping she finally assumed the mantle and embraced her new role. Time and time again she lifted the people and kept them happy while trying to find a way to solve many of Bashuri’s problems. After much consideration she decided to leave Bashuri on a mission of diplomacy to find someone outside of her home that may be able to help her.

Galar, rival to the kingdom of Fortia was the first and only place that she ventured to. On the back of her Griffin she flew across the sea to the capital city in the attempt to gain an audience with the leaders of the country. She knew of course that some outsider would have a hard time so she spent days meeting with nobles and wealthy people that may help her. That was when she met Elesis Crownguard of the Crownguard family. The Paladin helped Asha gain entry to the palace and meet with the leaders of Galar. She requested their aid in strengthening Bashuri, promising an ally should they choose to help the growing nation. She left on a positive note, hoping that she had made a memorable mark on the Galarians. She was thankful to Elesis and promised the woman that if she ever needed assistance in the future, she could always find a friend in Bashuri.

Combat Details

Class: Summoner

Magic Affinity: Time-Space magic

Spells & Abilities:

Summon: Jade Shield

Summon: Griffin

Summon: Yeti

Summon: Wyvern

Summon: Mermaid

Summon: Chimera

Weapons & Equipment: Grimoire

Appearance

Relationships
Elesis Crownguard: Initially she thought the woman to be a mirror of herself and she loved that. Right away she felt welcomed by Elesis and felt as though she had found a sister in another land.

Extra
N/A

Side Characters
Bashuri Chieftain

 

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• Name: Dremnime
  Alias/title(s): Lady of the Dead, Daughter of the Damned
  Nickname(s): Drem
  Race: Human (Magically experimented)
  Gender: Female
  Age: 28
  Height: 5'3"
  Origin: Grim Isles
  
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  Description:
  Drem is a peculiar mixture of sweet and disturbing. Thanks to her upbringing, she generally has no idea how to interact with other breathing and much sentient beings properly. What little knowledge she has about the matter has been patched from her experience with the Lich King and the books in his library. Do not be mistaken, though. This lady is by no means shy or reserved but the complete opposite. She usually has no idea when to open or shut her mouth, and may or may not drop obnoxiously rude comments right in front of other people's faces. She also has a knack of getting overly excited over disagreeable things such as death, corpses, and whatnot. Additionally, it isn't uncommon for her to pull anyone into participating with her experiments.
  
  In depth, Drem is very passionate over her craft. She's goal-oriented; it would be almost impossible for anyone or anything to deter her from accomplishing something once she set her mind on it. Failure is her worst nemesis, and she doesn't take it kindly when things go absolutely awry for her. She's prone to having outbursts of rage.
  
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  "Hehe, I often forget how silly living things can be."
  
  "I don't get all the fuss about appearances. If you think about it, everyone's just a sack of blood, bones, and flesh; nothing special."
  
  "...Doesn't mean I'll stop wearing pink, though."
  
  "IT'S A STRATEGIC FASHION CHOICE!"
  
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  Description:
  Drem never really knew where or when exactly she was born. Hence, her life story would have to start the moment the Lich King bought her from a slave trader. She was five when it happened; a boat cramped to the toe with slaves collected from all over the world. When they docked at one of the many ports in Grim Isles, they were immediately hauled and auctioned in an underground market. There, she met a man who took interest in buying her for a hefty sum of money (she was the youngest of the bunch so plenty wanted her).
  
  The man took her somewhere in the southern islands where a mountain, with a humble cottage on top, stood far remote from the bustling, wicked ports and cities. Once inside, the man finally revealed his true form- a bonafide lich; completely skeletal from head to toe. Obviously, this scared the light out of the five-year old but it wasn't like she had anywhere else to go. In the end, she stayed with her new master and basically became his guinea pig for years. The man would conduct countless experiments on her- ranging from ridiculously absurd examples like turning her into a cat for a week or casting a magic that would apparently make her immortal but only ended up shattering every bones in her body (this experiment at least ended up with her being perpetually stuck with her youthful appearance... and stunted height growth).
  
  This went on for years and years. After all, Drem didn't really have anything else to do but oblige her master... or so he thought. What the lich didn't account for was Drem replicating his experiments on one of his animal subjects. Naturally, he was swelling with wrath at first but immediately saw the glimmer of potential within her. For the next years to come, the lich began training her- heck, he even started treating her better. Needless to say, Drem became the Lich's guinea pig to protege real quick- she'd even dare and claim she's now a daughter to him.
  
  Absolutely delighted by her progress, the lich entrusted everything to Drem. His properties, his findings, his relics, and even his ultimate goal- he shared all of those to his suddenly-beloved protege. Call it Stockholm Syndrome but Drem only became more attached to him, promising she'd help achieve his dream no matter what.
  
  Unfortunately, a recent tragedy unfurled and the Lich King was eternally banished to the Necropolis by the Valencian Sorcerers. Drem knew he was caught during his illegal expedition to Darkmoor, the home of the fog of Aakhira. His disappearance forced her to venture out of their den and join the party, hoping that she'd somehow realize the Lich King's goal at some point and maybe even free him from the Limbo.
  
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  Class: Necromancer
  Magic Affinity: Death Magic
  
  Spells & Abilities:
  
  
  Necromancy​
  
  Raise Thralls - The most basic of her necromantic spells. It's basically what its title say- raising mindless thralls that will do her bidding. They can appear in varying degrees of decomposition although they often appear somewhat skeletal. They are capable of doing the most basic of chores and even wield weapons, but anything beyond that is out of their capabilities. They're mostly useful for small-scale battles or whenever Drem needs something to be carried.
  
  Necrocraft - It's basically the art of modifying undead. She only learned how to create a few forms so far:
  
  Amalgams - Horrifying and typically large abominations composed of two or more undead that merged together. These complex beings are taxing to create; hence, Drem can only conjure and control a limited few of them as of now. (Probably 1-2, depending on the quantities of undead used)​
  Boomers - Bloated zombies that go boom! They can explode into horrifying, disgusting blurbs of maggot-infested guts.​
  Scourges - These fast, agile, quadrupedal, and not-so-dead creatures sacrificed sturdiness for mobility. It is best for them to be summoned in packs although they are not much use for defending the caster.​
  Spitters - Lethal acid churns within these mountain-dew-colored, glowing monsters. Spitters can launch these volatile liquids on targets, applying burning or melting damage.​
  
  The 100 - It is exactly what its name suggests. Drem can summon a hundred army zombies to fight for her. They are strong and can hit like a knight, useful for overwhelming opponents, although each of them is easily destroyed as well. Summoning the horde is tremendously taxing, often resulting into Drem collapsing after the spell has ended. She would need a couple of days to recover after doing so. Hence, this isn't exactly her favorite spell per say. If anything, she'd rather not use this at all.
  
  
  Life Drain
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  Drem shoots a beam of dark energy from either of her hands, siphoning life force from targets and healing herself over time. It is a single-target spell.
  
  Weapons & Equipment:
  
  Lifebane - A wand given to her by the Lich. It can summon pink bolts of energy from each of its tips. Its pointy ends can also be used for good ol' stabbing... or corpse surgery.
  Launch Boots - A pair of boots that allows Drem to propel herself into the air, probably a maximum of 20ft, and land without breaking her legs. The lich gave her this after the fiftieth time she broke them.
  An Obnoxiously Pink Cloak - It is what it is. While it's true that she'd often catch everyone's attention with this and that's probably a bad move for a necromancer, nothing will stop Drem from wearing it... except the summer season.
  The Lich's Tome - This book contains all of the Lich King's discoveries, including his detailed theories and findings about the Fog of the Aakhira.
  
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  Spoiler: Elesis Crownguard

  Elesis Crownguard
  
  "Ele? Geez! What about her?" Drem averted her gaze, cheeks puffing into a pout. "I met her three years ago shortly after my master's disappearance. I-It's not like it's important to me or anything so I don't know the exact date, okay!?" Or so she said although she secretly wished she did; she wanted to try celebrating this thing called 'anniversary' with the paladin. "The two of us didn't exactly get off the right-," she raised a skeletal foot before giggling like a deranged person. "We tried to kill each other first since she originally wanted to vanquish my master. Obviously, that didn't quite work out." She figured she should keep silent about the part where Elesis plowed through her army of undead as if they were made of glass. "Anyways, she miraculously made her way to me. Enamored by my beauty, Elesis forgot about her initial goal and fell hopelessly in love with me." Or took pity, but the line between the two concepts was kinda blurry so meh. "Then she started visiting the cabin frequently; honestly, that girl just couldn't get enough of me. It took her approximately a year to muster the courage and ask me out... to join her travels." Naturally, the part where she jumped with joy and agreed quicker than lightning didn't make it to the cut.
  
  Curiously enough, her face flushed pink, almost matching the obnoxiousness of her cloak. "You absolutely cannot tell her but I'm really happy we met. I was feeling a teeny bit sad and lonely when Master disappeared, so I really appreciated having someone that's not a dumb zombie. I've been stuck with Elesis for over two years and counting now. I like spending my life with her so far." And because of that, she has been trying her best to comply with the paladin's notions, believing that she'd stay by her side if she kept on pleasing her. "In fact, I've been thinking... we should even spend our undead lives together! Hehe, just kidding~! Although I can't say the same about you if she or anybody hears about all these, mkay?"
  
  TLDR: She's very much attached to Elesis. She tries to act cool and all high and mighty around her but she always winds up seeming like a puppy desperate for attention.
  
  
  Spoiler: Mal'Ikari

  Mal'Ikari
  
  "Oh, you mean Mal?" Drem tapped her chin thoughtfully before breaking into a fit of giggles. "I think I like him. He's incredibly dumb!" She said as though it was the most fascinating thing in the world. "I once told him I slayed a legendary seven-headed beast somewhere on the Valencian sea, in the middle of a raging storm, and he actually took the bite. What a blockhead. The only thing that makes him different from my zombies is that he's religious; he believes in a higher being named someone-too-irrelevant-for-me-to-remember. But what's even funnier is that he really adores his god but his god can't even give him what he wants-- his parents!" She laughed, tears threatening to fall from her lashes as her hands clutched her stomach. "Ooooh, will he start worshiping me if I manage to bring them back?"
  
  TLDR: She thinks he's an amusingly dumb chap.
  
  
  Spoiler: Astora Victoria Durham

  "Ahhh, he's my...," Drem paused to check the calendar, "He's my student." And mentor during Thursdays to Saturdays. A grin made its way to her features. "We've only known each other for a few months, but I like him! He's always a willing participant in my experiments, and I love how he supports my craft unlike most losers." She huffed. "We do a lot of crazy things together. It's really fun!" Like that one time she dragged him with her to raid a local graveyard. "Oh, we're also teaching each other how to improve our drains. He won't admit it but my drain is tooootally better than his." No, it wasn't.
  
  TLDR: Astora's her bro and they have this mutual student-mentor relationship (PS: the platonic kind)
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  The Lich King - His true name and nature is unknown. There are barely a few that knows of his existence, much less his background. According to Drem, however, the Lich was a former sorcerer of Valencia who moved to the Grim Isles after he realized his profound interest in the dark arts. In his pursuit, he turned himself into a lich and placed his soul in a phylactery, granting him immortality unless his life source has been shattered. He'd rarely wander outside of his abode and would always cast an illusion to make himself appear like a generic, male human. He is currently serving his sentence of eternal torture in Necropolis after the Valencian sorcerers caught him inside the Darkmoor.
  
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  Name: Mal'Ikari
  Alias/title(s): "The Wandering Soul"
  Nickname(s): Mal
  Race: Human
  Gender: Male
  Age: 18
  Height: 5'5 | 7'9
  Origin: Ixtal
  
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  Description: Mal believes in kindness first before all else. Despite the circumstances of his growth and nearly all of the forces of the universe pushing him to become what he despises, he has held on to the firm belief of using what he has been given to protect others from those who seek to abuse them. He is kind and understanding to those who seek shelter and to those who are genuine. To those who have malicious intent on other people, however, he will not hesitate to strike down. Those who let greed cloud their judgement so much that they would choose to harm innocents are seen as evil in his eyes. However, Mal can be deceived and he might even help someone with ill intent if they hide it well enough. Be warned though, once Mal's trust has been broken, it cannot be redeemed again.
  
  It may be the effects of the curse that has seeped into his very being but he's naturally suspicious and paranoid among groups of people. He hides it well by convincing himself that these might be good people. His uneasiness spikes up when he is in some form of community because he automatically feels like he is an outsider and that he shouldn't be there. He can linger for a while but it would be for the best if he doesn't stay in one for multiple days.
  
  Mal never forgets a good deed done to him. It may be something as small as being given food and he will return the favor somehow. He pays back what he is due.
  
  
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  Description: Mal'Ikari - a name spoken in certain tribes in a hushed voice. A young child who suffered the consequences of actions not his own. Cursed by a grand witch due to what his parents had done. His tale is supposed to be a tragic one, but also a lesson to never enter deals with dark witches who you do not trust. No one knows the exact details of what had happened to the young Mal'Ikari. What the events were prior to his curse. There were many speculations of course, but none were confirmed. Not even Mal'Ikari himself knew what had happened.
  
  To him, he was but a mere child who watched as his parents succumbed to the curse that had given him power beyond his imagination. The curse and its conditions were implanted into his brain and the witch simply... disappeared. Mal'Ikari was left alone in the rainforests of Ixtal. But he was found by a hunter group who took him in and fed him. A few days later, Mal'Ikari escaped the tribe. Through his borrowed strength and self-perserverance, he has survived months without any outside help. The young boy grew older and he was twelve when he discovered the true extent of his curse.
  
  It was when a group of bandits came to Ixtal to search for hidden treasure and raided a small tribe for more information. Mal'Ikari has been around the area and when he saw the fire, he knew that he should help. As he charged into the battlefield, he grew in size and his physicality increased. He managed to nearly singlehandedly wipe out the entire band. After the battle, he shrunk down to his original size. He was thanked by the tribe and offered a home, but he quickly refused but he had found his purpose. He wanted to help more people and to protect his land.
  
  And so, his reputation grew within the island. A gigantic man protecting the land of Ixtal - a wary tale for anyone who wishes to take its riches.
  
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  Class: Barbarian
  Magic Affinity: N/A
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  Curse of the Wild: Mal'Ikari was cursed to forever be an outcast in any sort of group. The feeling of belonging will always evade him no matter what he does and no matter how much he is loved. His only home will be in the wilds, living in isolation. Living in a community will cause him to feel out of place to the point of paranoia if forced to stay. Mal'Ikari will never be meant to be able to taste the joys of companionship.
  
  In exchange for this, however, Mal'Ilkari's physicality and resistance is boosted to superhuman levels. Passively, Mal'Ilkari's strength already reaches above average human strength and he can resist diseases and most poisons. When he does activate his gift, he grows to a taller and more muscular version of himself. In this form, his physicality triples in capabilities and he is resistant to most forms of damage.
  
  Weapons & Equipment:
  Kanabo - The kanabo is magically enchanted to be heavier and more durable than regular ones, resulting in it dealing more damage. Those who are not at top physical form can barely carry it. The kanabo is finely made with characters etched all over it though he can't read what the characters say. Mal'Ilkari had scavenged this weapon in one of the shipwrecks off the coast of Ixtal though its history is lost to him.
  
  2 Handaxes - Gifted to him by one of the tribal villages, these are simply two regular handaxes that he keeps on him at all times.
  
  Hunting Knife
  
  Healing salves - Crude, self-made salves to prevent infection. Made out of Ixtali herbs.
  
  Communication Stone - Two differently colored small stones that are tethered together with rope. When someone tries to contact the owner of the stone, they must say the name of the person and the stones of said person begin to spin and point towards the direction of the caller.
  
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  Elesis Crownguard
  
  "I owe my life to her! She's really amazing and I look forward to serving under her so I can pay back my dues."
  
  Mal holds Elesis in very high regard, and for good reason. Their first meeting involved Elesis saving him from bandits who were seeking gold and threatened a nearby tribe. Had Mal not been devoted into protecting the Ixtali from malicious outsiders, he would have offered his complete service to Elesis at that moment. As it stands, Mal could not bring himself to leave the island and so could only promise to come to her aid at any time she wishes. Even after all these years, Mal's admiration for Elesis never dwindled and he would be willing to go to the ends of Gaea for her. After all, an eye for an eye - she saved his life, he's willing to give his for her.
  
  Dremnime
  
  "She raises the dead! Like how cool is that!? Plus she slayed this seven headed water serpent thing!"
  
  Mal was gullible enough to fall for whatever Drem says, especially when she had demonstrated her power over the dead. Mal had never encountered a friendly necromancer before so he was more than happy to listen to her rave on about her experiments and even allowed her to do some on him if she needed a subject. He had approached her about resurrecting his parents - if she was capable of doing it but, unfortunately, she wasn't strong enough to really bring them back so they never tried. However, even if he's not all that enthusiastic about raising his parents - due to the teachings of Mokupuni - he is willing to aid her in her pursuit for more knowledge.
  
  Aenvhir of Ìsurbani
  
  "She has a bear as a companion! You can't get any cooler than that, except maybe if you had like a dragon or something."
  
  Mal had met Aen during one of Elesis's hosted parties when he had approached Eoldah to introduce himself and to find out more about Elesis's friends. Due to his lack of manners and knowledge about Sveljord, Aen sat him down to tell him about their culture. It wasn't long until Dovahl suddenly appeared and Mal was immediately enamored. Ever since then, Mal and Aen have shared a bond of friendship and Mal looks forward to seeing Aen during the parties.
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  > Despite his lack of connection to the tribes, he is knowledgeable about the Ixtali pantheon and can be considered religious.
  
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  > Valerie - The witch who had cursed him. As far as he is aware, the witch's presence was never seen in Ixtal ever again. However, Mal'Ilkari doesn't quite remember what she really looked like. For all he knew, she could have been watching him from the shadows and he'd be none the wiser!
  
  > Ra'amir - A healer in one of the tribes that taught him emergency medicine just in case he was injured while alone using common herbs. While these salves are not the finest, it has saved him quite a few times. They had met when Ra'amir had been collecting herbs and stumbled upon him. At first, she had thought him to be injured and rushed to his aid only to find out that he was only sleeping. Mal'Ilkari offered to aid her and they've gotten to talking. After escorting her back to her tribe, she gave him the salves and made him promise to come back every now and then. They've been friends every since.
  

 

[Colorless Spectrum]

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  Name: Aenvhir (Ein-vur) of Ìsurbani
  
  Alias/title(s): Blood Warrior of the Frostland, The Ursine of Ìsurbani
  
  Nickname(s): Aen, by her sister, nephew, and niece
  
  Race: Human | Iceborn
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Age: 27
  
  Height: Five feet and eight inches
  
  Origin: Sveljord
  
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  Description: Aenvhir has always been what most Sveljordan would be. Unlike her older sister, who was somehow a tad more civilized than the rest, a little less wild, the younger one was the opposite. Never was there a freer spirit than Aenvhir, she was the wildest child of her tribe, often running off on her own, a bit of a rebel. Her mother often got a headache in trying to get her to settle down while her aunt laughed. Growing up it was clear as day that Aenvhir was more fitted to be a warrior than a leader, her fascination with weaponry, the excitement for battle, and she would often challenge others for the satisfaction of winning. Even as an adult these personalities that highlighted her childhood still stand to this day.
  
  Life happens, people move on and so did she. The death of her mother and aunt during the Selection for the Frost Crown sixteen years ago was a great pain to her and her sister and although it sparked dim embers of anger they both understood that it is how life in the frostlands is. She didn't stay as a child and became more aware of the world around her as young as she was at the time. Eoldah stood as her parental figure since then, and Aenvhir swore to herself that she would stay by her sister's side and protect her no matter the cost.
  
  She worked hard in becoming the warrior that she is now, the best of her tribe. Enemies would more often than not find her on the battlefield with a hungry smile next to Dovahl. She is called Blood Warrior for the fact that she is coated with her enemies' blood after every battle, and only in battle, splattered on her armor, smeared on her face, leaving almost no one. People often see her wild fighting and think that she just fights with pure rage or excitement, but Aenvhir thinks hard of her next move, what strike would be the most effective, how can she use her enemies' strength against them. Her older sister taught her so.
  
  Contrary to this imagery of a Savage, Aenvhir holds the softest of eyes towards her family, especially to her sister's twin children. With them, she becomes playful, much like her child-self, and this is something that she doesn't shy away to show to people. She and her sister have a strong bond as ever, one that she believes would never be broken. She can be a bit sharp with her tongue, arrogant, aggressive, and gets a bit too excited at times but she is a good person overall. She also holds great respect to anyone who can beat her, stronger than her, to their Deities, and to the magic of the world.
  
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  Description: Born during one of the coldest nights in Sveljord, Aenvhir was prophesized by her aunt to be one of the greatest that the frost lands would see. As a child, Aenvhir adored her aunt. A great warrior, a huntress, and able to beat five men single-handedly without a weapon while their mother felt that it was her destiny to become Warmother. The young one was quick to proclaim that she will protect their mother once the time comes. But when she was eleven, that promise died just like her aunt and mother that fateful day during the battle for the Frost Crown.
  
  From then on Eoldah wasn't just her sister but also her mother. From there she swore to herself that she wouldn't lose a family anymore, and so she trained more vigorously than before. To become the best, to protect. Aenvhir had a penchant for beating her opponents and winning, especially when she knows that her foe is known to be a good fighter and better than her. She loves the challenge. Eoldah didn't mind that her younger sister was an Iceborn, she wasn't jealous of the natural strength or the ability that she held of wielding the True Ice. She saw her sister as a pathway to achieving what their mother couldn't. To become Warmother.
  
  Both of them worked hard in gaining their reputation. The older sister that uses her wits, and the younger sister that has beaten foes stronger than her through sheer strength. Other warriors followed them, respected their strength, and admired their will. At the age of twenty-one and twenty-eight, the siblings went into battle for the Frost Crown and won. A year and a half later, Eoldah gave birth to twins named Freyjadour and Lymslea. Aenvhir was nothing but smitten by the kids and they adored her too. Over the years, the Blood Warrior stood by her sister's side, more often than not acting as second in command, other times she would be tasked to go someplace if she wasn't out hunting.
  
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  Class: Barbarian
  
  Magic Affinity: Rage Magic
  
  Spells & Abilities: Iceborn Blood - a rare trait that makes the individual capable of manipulating True Ice and immune to the cold. With her weapons of True Ice, Aenvhir is able to deal additional damage to her enemies.
  
  Close Quarter Combat - Her name is one that brings fear to her foes that dwell in the land of cold. With rigorous training and countless won battles, Aenvhir has excellent battle skills and is able to make use of almost any weapon, even if she favors blades she can also use a bow, and refined combat senses. She also has a tolerance for pain.
  
  Dorak's Favor - A blessing from the Sveljordian God of Wrath. Anger fuels this blessing for when Aenvhir is at the peak of her ire during combat, the stronger, more terrifying her strikes become. But this also gives her the ability to heal herself of her wounds in exchange for the dissipation of her fury and the extra strength that the blessing provides.
  
  Weapons & Equipment: Frost Blades - Weapons of True Ice that only Iceborns can wield. The Battleaxe was passed down to her from her mother's sister, given to her when she turned sixteen. In the next year after becoming Warmother, Eoldah presented her with a dagger made of True Ice that she had forged as a gift to Aenvhir for her loyalty.
  
  Armor of the Ursine - Aenvhir wears little metal armor other than the steel pauldron fashioned with spikes and attached with her cape of fur. (See the first picture on the Appearance tab for reference) Her armor mostly consists of cloth, a great amount of leather, and fur, of the beasts that she has killed over the years. (See the second picture on the Appearance tab for reference) She wears a plate of armor that only covers her chest, while her arms have gauntlets made up of leather, metal shin guards are attached to her leather greaves.
  
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  Aenvhir when she was younger, before attaining the Frost Blades
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  Trivia
  
  • Aenvhir dislikes liver, and so does Dovahl but she tosses the liver to him anyways and he eats it
  • She likes to dance
  • Aen's hair changes color from orange to white whenever she uses her Weapons of True Ice or manipulates True Ice
  • She's often hunting if not found by Eoldah or the twins' side, or sleeping at her own place
  • She is an animated storyteller
  • She has multiple scars from when she was young and from battle
  • Dovahl has an armor of his own, not much just armguards, shinguards, and shoulder pads
  • The Grand Hunt is her favorite event of the year. She always joined ever since she could hunt by herself.
  
  Quotes
  
  • "For my family, for my people, for Sveljord!"
  • "Your fight is over."
  • "Death is only the beginning."
  • "It does not matter if we know each other. I fight those who are on the other side of the battle."
  • "Finally! A challenge."
  • "I fear the day I lose my family."
  • "Dovahl, let me sleep on your back tonight."
  • "I challenge you, fight me and we shall see who cries with their blood."
  • "It is the strong who strives, the strong who must do better."
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  Eoldah (Ohl-ta) - Aenvhir's older sister and is seven years older. She is the current Warmother of Ìsurbani. Just like any Sveljordan she finds worth in strength, after all, it is the strong who strive in the frost lands. But she isn't controlled by emotion, not entirely and not in battle. She won the Frost Crown by using her wits, defeating the former's three decades of reign with her warriors and her sister, making good use of the terrain and knowing the weakness of her enemies and her own. She rules as the Warmother with pride and listens to her people well, wishing for Sveljord to prosper with the time that she has and bring all of the tribes together. The two sisters have a strong bond, not just by blood but by oath.
  

  
  

  

  
  Dovahl - Aenvhir's long time friend. Her companion. Dovah was found no bigger than a small cub that can fit both palms of a teenager's hand. The cub has been with her ever since. Dovahl's mother was killed during a hunt for food, Aenvhir was the one who found him crying with closed eyes inside a cave. The young teen took him home and took care of him until he grew, fast and massive was Dovahl at his adulthood that Aenvhir can ride on his back and he wouldn't even sweat. He would follow wherever his friend would go and would fight with her side by side at most times sharing the same frenzy as his long-time companion. He is one of the reasons why Aenvhir is dubbed as the Ursine of Ìsurbani.
  

  
  

  

 

[Mineczka]

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  Name: Yi, Myung-Hwa (Written: 李, 明花 )
  "Ah yes, my name. The one constant in my life"
  
  Alias/title(s): Jangseung (Lit. Village Guardian)
  "I think I'm better off without these. Who knows what else they'll come up with."
  
  Nickname(s): "Most my friends call me by the first part of my name, Myung."
  
  Race: Kumiho
  "I swear to whatever God I must, call me a Kitsune, and I WILL eat your liver"
  
  Gender: Femme, woman, she/her
  "How.... Could you not tell?"
  
  Age: 29? She's not told anyone her real age. (~1,229 or so, she's lost count)
  "Rude. But if you must know."
  
  Height: 163cm || ~5'3"
  "I didn't need to reach up there anyway!"
  
  Origin: A forest, Nakashikita
  "When a fox lives to be one-thousand years, they become a Kumiho, a blessing of the gods. Most of us seldom recall our birthplaces."
  
  
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  Description: Myung-hwa oft gives off the air of serenity and tranquility, displaying a level head and careful forethought. Charming to most, Myung-hwa tends to be more of a socialite, chatting and charming those around her, with an intricate sense of style and plentiful wit, conversations with her are often lively as she entrances those around her with her calm and charming demeanor. By doing so, she presents herself as if she was fully in control, while some may not realize it immediately, as she often keeps it subtle, not letting anyone notice that she's pulling the strings until it's too late, and they are trapped, like a fly in the spider's web.
  
  That's not to say she's evil per se, or a ruthless killer even. Myung-hwa treats this as her way of predation, and only takes what she must to survive, whether through essence or through other means, waste not, want not. The matter of predation often crosses her mind, as the bodies of her past hunts, their livers consumed before using the body for fertilizers and the like, as the garden of her home needed the fertilizer for the herbs and teas she made. Often, Myung-hwa found herself visiting the nearby villages in the nights, leaving medicine and tea for the many villagers as tokens of appreciation of the sacrifice that one of, or several, the villagers made, through tokens and trinkets left at a small altar made for her, and treats their lives as more sacred than the life of her own.
  
  However, with the longevity of her life, Myung-hwa studied the magics that surrounded her, while she saw no scholars, and instead studied of her own accord, learning of the magics from watching them, and especially how the magic works through breakdown of the "essence" used, and what it does. With a deep understanding of magic, Myung-hwa respects the different types of magics the world has.
  
  Likes
  Tea • Social interaction • Nature itself • Brushing her tail • Her Village
  
  Dislikes
  Dogs • Fur trading • Being called a Kitsune • When someone harms her village.
  
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  Born on a warm summer's day with five other siblings to a loving mother and father. Her early life was nothing of note, as her parents simply taught her the basics of survival before leaving her siblings and her to fend for themselves in the wild. While living in such a way, Myung-hwa hadn't even a name, and fought for every meal she could get. Though, whether through a blessing of the gods, or a curse, after she survived for one-thousand years, she awoke with nine tails, and especially the ability to shapeshift into the woman you see today. Her first few years, she learned of the cultures of the humans, and what she was, a Kumiho. While most found it unsettling, a village took her in, housing her at the edge of the village, teaching the young kumiho of the world, and what she is, even giving her the name of Myung-hwa.
  
  Years passed, with Myung-hwa making her own home outside of the village, as to give her a feeling of home, having lived in the wild for one-thousand years, the forest felt more home to her than the village. Distancing herself away, Myung-hwa made her home, her name after some time fading to but a legend as the village's life went on, with a few disappearances every so often in the area, as a few wanderers would stray too close to a house within the forest, and never were seen again. While they were rare, a woman from out of town would often show up in said village, simply as a traveler. Myung-hwa, no matter how homely she felt, wanted that social interaction, and harvest just a small bit of essence each time, just enough to stave off anything major.
  
  However, in that time, she heard of the plight of the villagers, as wolves ravaged the cattle, and sickness and death swept through. The village suffered as a result, as few could fight against these forces, and those who could, wouldn't last long more often than not. Myung-hwa felt that pain, taking some of the essence of the people. Actions had to be taken, the village's ancestors aided her in her desperate hour, it was only fair she returned the favour tenfold. First, came the wolves, the villagers heard a howl once, as the wolves descended upon the livestock, only for a flash of light to drive them back. Months of the wolves' hunts had stopped, and months after, medicines and teas would find their way into the village, carried in by a small, fox-like entity with nine-tails.
  
  Years passed, as the village began to flourish, with a small wooden altar built, shaped in that of the nine-tailed fox seen years earlier gifting medicines and herbs to the people, underneath, an inscription reading: Jangseung Yeou. Offerings of livers, herbs, trinkets, and gold were made to this guardian, all of which, Myung-hwa would collect, often returning to the village in some way, as she would leave her home for months at a time, setting up trade and bringing in new people to the village, hoping to make the lives of the people easier.
  
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  Class: Mage
  Magic Affinity: A varied array, a even mix of various magics other than Necromancy.
  Spells & Abilities: Myung-hwa casts her spells through drawing specific incantations of her spells with her paintbrush as a focus, below are the spells she can cast with said paintbrush, the only "spells" she does not need her paintbrush for, are Orb and Shadow Step, which are cast from her marble.
  
  Offensive Spells:
  ❁ Magical Trinity - Myung-hwa commands the three elements of magic, Fire , Blizzard , and Thunder to her will, able to do AoE Damage or single target.
  ❁ Aeromancy - Her skills include casting wind spells.
  ❁ Geomancy - The earth itself bends to her will.
  ❁ Aquamancy - When she's here, Water's not your friend either...
  ❁ Pearl - A holy based attack, tends to do more to the undead and demons.
  ❁ Orb - Using her marble's power, Myung-hwa sends an orb at her foes, draining them physically and mentally before disappearing after about twenty meters (It bounces off solid objects).
  
  Defensive Spells
  ❁ Shield - Acts as a physical barrier, can be shattered if hit hard enough.
  ❁ Bubble - Same as shield, though for spells especially.
  ❁ Brave - Bolsters the resolve of an ally, allowing them to fight better physically.
  ❁ Faith - Bolsters the resolve of an ally, allowing them to cast spells better.
  ❁ Shadow Step - Makes a decoy of Myung-hwa, used to take attacks for her.
  
  Support Spells
  ❁ Motes of healing - Myung-hwa, while not the best at it, can heal those around her to some degree. While she's no specialist, she can do some help.
  ❁ Motes of Curing - While she's no professional, Myung-hwa has a few spells for treating and aiding those in need from Poisons, sicknesses, and a few other effects.
  
  Shapeshifting - Myung-hwa can freely change her shape from her humanoid form and vulpine form, let alone change her appearance at will. Though, she tends to stay to the same appearance generally speaking.
  
  Weapons & Equipment: Myung-hwa carries various trinkets and supplies, most notably, she carries her paintbrush, which hides her marble from danger. She carries no weapons or armour.
  
  
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  ❁ Myung-hwa has many talents, including playing the Janggeum, singing, cooking, making natural remedies and teas, and many more.
  
  ❁ While sleeping, Myung-hwa tends to curl up with her own tails, using them as blankets to keep her warm.
  
  ❁ The village's name she is the guardian of is Namak-ri, placed within the heart of a large forest.
  
  
  
  
  
  "Rest easy, for I was once like you, and soon, you shall take my place."​
  
  
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[NivieApple]

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  Name: Phayafaen (Fay-uh-fen) Thea'alis
  Pronunciation: Fay-uh-fen Thay-alice
  Alias/title(s): The Day Dreamer, Nix's Talon, The Paladin Princess (she actually hates that name.)
  Nickname(s): Phay (Mostly), Faen, Fay-fay (by her older cousin)
  Race: Human
  Gender: Female
  Age: 21
  Height: 5'5"
  Origin: Fortia
  
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  Description: Throughout Fortia, many have seen Phayafaen as a strong-willed, powerful, proud young woman... which is fairly accurate. Since her earliest years she has been a girl with fairly strong opinions, but who didn't feel the need to vocalize them. She isn't big on expressing herself, per se. Instead, she is more likely to simply act. If Faen feels something is right, and feels her patron Goddess Nix would approve, she will likely do it without consulting anyone "uninvolved".
  
  One of the biggest pieces of Phay's personality is her devotion and loyalty. This loyalty once won is extremely difficult to lose, but it is also even harder to earn. Her emotions are something of a locked box and she is not exactly handing out keys. Phay is very reserved when it comes to relationships, though she can be very open about less personal things such as opinions of battle strategy or how people should act. She also places a lot of weight on first-impressions and can hold a grudge is she wants to. She has phenomenal patience. Her devotion extends largely to a deep sense of patriotism to Fortia and would do just about anything if it would help. That being said, she also strongly feels that the things that are best for Fortia are strong ties with their neighboring regions which would ensure peace over the bloodshed her ancestors knew. She also knows that something that threatens those neighbors likely also threatens Fortia, and thus must be stopped.
  
  Along with her loyalty to her land, Faen's piety truly lies with the Goddess of Dreams and of the Night, Nix. This feature of her persona is ever-present. In situations, Phayafaen may suddenly think, "WWND?"... What would Nix do? She would rather lose an arm than do something which the goddess may disapprove of. To some, this seems silly, but the Goddess, or even just the image that Phay has of her in her mind, has been the only real constant in her life since a child. She would defend her belief and her goddess to the death if need be. Oh, and of course she says her nightly and morning prayers.
  
  Phay is a warrior at heart. A fairly quiet warrior, some of the time, but a warrior all the same. She is a tough, self-disciplined, persistent, and fearless (aside from two major points) person. This comes from years of being pushed around and slammed down and is not likely to change anytime soon. The opinions of strangers mean little to her and she isn't afraid to let them know. She likes to fight too; it's good for getting out the pent up aggression. Not verbally fight, that, she believes is a waste of breath, tiresome, and boring. Phay is more likely to simply walk away from someone who wants to yell or verbally berate her, but physical combat is fun. Even just practice fighting or sparring with a tree. Despite her desire for action, she is calculative and strategic in her approach to most things, and is not one to jump headlong into something without a thought. She does enjoy being unexpected and can move silent and gracefully into an attack.
  
  Another facet of Faen's persona is her appreciation for humor. She enjoys laughter as much as others... sometimes more so. Her taste tends towards a dark odd sense of humor, but she might find just about anything remotely funny, hilarious. Other people's stupidity might be annoying to some, but she would just laugh. She doesn't get annoyed very easily, she is much more likely to find it funny. Her humor can kick in a times where it may not seem holly warranted or appropriate to others, which can be odd when the girl just starts laughing at impromptu times. Not exactly along with that, her sense of morality can be somewhat ambiguous. If Nix would say it's ok, it's ok. Otherwise, it's bad. If it's for the good of her nation or the world, it's probably good, otherwise, not so much. She is, however, a very honest person. Brutally honest, at times. She might not say everything, but she isn't one to lie unless she is undercover or messing around, and, in that case, she'll likely tell you. She expects the same amount of honesty in return, and without it, you and she will not be on good terms.
  
  Word Summary: Tough, Loyal, Persistent, Fearless (close), Self-disciplined, Patriotic, "WWND", Guarded, Fighter, Patient, Proud, Big Laugher, Opinionated, "Do-er", Soft spot for children
  
  Things she admires/appreciates in others: Courage, Perseverance, Humor, Mercy, Pride, Passion, Loyalty, Respect, Skill, Strategy, Honesty, Humility, Good hair.
  
  Likes: Nix, Feline Creatures..., Nightime, Stars, The moon, Sleeping, Dark/odd humor, Puns, Jokes, Fortia, Tournaments/major events/parades/fights/etc, Wide open spaces, Reading, Sparring, Playing with her powers, alcohol, Music, Dancing!!, Getting things done, Owls, Green, Sunsets, Healing, Little kids, Grass, Disguises (with her powers), Miniature things, Water, The cold, +
  
  Dislikes: Small spaces, her mother, her father, her cousin, her house, disrespect (esp. towards Nix), unnecessary talking, lies, innocent suffering, bullying, picking on those weaker than you, spicy food, poor hygiene, sloppiness, slobs, boasting, perviness, arrogance, +
  
  
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  The house of Thea'alis has always been a strong, noble, and incredibly wealthy one. In the ancient days, they were devoutly pious, Paladin warriors. A few along the lines had magic which made them stand out, but most of them relied solely on their connection to the gods, or one god imparticular, for their strength in combat or their affluence in life. Phayafen's great-great-great-grandfather devoted his life to Aag, God of Fire and Forge. He was a mighty warrior who fought bravely for Fortia, but also had magic of his own which allowed him power over earthen materials. He was the last in the line to have magic. It is rumored, and rightly so though the specifics are known to none so far, that he committed some great sin against his patron god and his powers were stolen, as he was crushed by a rolling boulder on his way back from a most fierce battle. His wife and only daughter, Terramay, believed this to be an act of unprovoked spite from the gods and cut off ties with the entire pantheon. Since then, the family has maintained their wealth and noble status, but without their fantastic strength that gave them the esteam they once held. Many have begun to see the house as somewhat pathetic, even. Especially since Phay's father has been at the head of the household.
  
  Gadeon Thea'alis was never a particularly strong man. He grew up the spoiled, selfish, and naive child of a wealthy family and never really grew out of it. His nobility has granted him special power throughout Fortia, though he has no clue how to use it. In his early adult years, a woman named Atula Keras sought him out. She was poor, with nothing at all to her name save for her unmatched charisma and unimaginable beauty. Some speculated that her parents made some shady deal with the Goddess Tsul for both of their daughters to be so stunning. With an insatiable lust for power and status, Atula seduced the young heir to the Thea'alis household and even ensured that he got her pregnant in order to secure her place in the home. The two married and, within two months, their daughter Phayafean was born. Neither held any love for the child. She was a pawn in Atula's eyes and a shackle in Gadeon's. It was the home's staff that ensure the infant was fed and cared for each day.
  
  Atula grew more and more bitter, however. Her husband was a complete ditz and despite having all of the power and wealth she had wanted, being in a loveless marriage with that man was tiresome, to say the least. Most of her venom was taken out on her child. If Phay was in the way or making a fuss, Atula would lock her in a dark room or even hit the girl. Her justification was that she was teaching the child to be strong. To be a Fortian. Phayafen developed a deep fear of her mother and to this day cannot stand small spaces. She spent much of her infancy and pre-teenage years locked away in her room, taught how to walk and talk and read-only by servants or tutors who worked for the household. Still, that was how she learned of her powers, but the isolation and neglect from her parents meant they were completely unaware the girl had any kind of powers. She could conjure a lamp to bring light into a room or design magical places to distract from her dim realities. She read whatever books she could get her hands on as well and took to practicing with random weapons that she saw in books with pictures. Phay read on the history of their family and discovered their dealings with religion. She grew a fondness for the Goddess Nix as it was only in her head, in her dreams, that she could be free.
  
  On one particular day, when the girl was seven years old, Phay's mother lashed out and knocked the girl into a wall. The injury was looked at by a home physician and healed well, but resulted in the girl losing sight in her left eye entirely. For three days after that, Phayafaen's powers were nearly out of control as she struggled with the new loss. Knowledge of her gifts finally reached her parents. To say they were shocked would be an understatement. Atula actually hit the girl for not telling her sooner. Her father took a slight interest in her for the first time in her life. Both realized that her powers could result in their family reclaiming the recognition it once had. Being an extremely quiet and frail girl, Faen didn't even fight it when they hosted a party and presented their daughter as some kind of miracle child. She'd been kept hidden away for much of her life, neither parent carrying, and her father feeling almost ashamed of her birth, but now she was boasted and revered in front of guests. Despite the fear and trepidation the young girl felt, it was a thrill to be... seen.
  
  From then on, Faen was trained by respected teachers and masters of Fortia. She honed her skills and all the while grew a pious relationship with the Fortian pantheon. Phay found favor with the goddess Nix who she came to see as more of a mother than her own. Throughout her time as a protege in magic and combat, the girl grew strong in her powers, her practice, and in will. She gradually learned ways to cope with her fears by blocking out the harsh words of her mom and anyone else. Her ties lay only with Fortia and her patron goddess.
  
  Atula's sister and her husband died when Phayafaen was 15 and the family took in there 17-year-old daughter, Gwent. Bitterness built up in the girl, along with envy for Faen's powers and her family, Gwent held a lot of resentment towards her younger cousin. She teased and tormented her relentlessly, but grew quite close to Atula. Often, she's dreamt of leaving Fortia, but she loves the land, despite her distasteful family, and has been searching for more of a purpose for her gifts and her life.
  
  
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  Class: Paladin - Disciple of Nix
  Magic Affinity: Mental
  Spells & Abilities:
  
  Astral Projection: She separates her body from her spirit. When apart from her physical body, Phay may move freely without bounds (through objects, underwater, places where a normal person might be in danger or simply unable to go). Especially good for surveillance purposes, not so good in a fight... Her body is entirely vulnerable when in this state until she reunites with it and she cannot touch anything as a spirit or be heard/seen by anything besides another spirit.
  
  
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  Thought Projection: Faen can project her own thoughts into someone else's head. She can show them images, have them hear her voice without speaking, or even haunt their dreams (though she will first ask if Nix be willing.). Does not work the other way. She can do this when she is Astral projecting as well.
  
  Materialization: Phay can 'conjure' just about anything she can visualize in her head (ex: weapons, armor, food (though it might be bland), pillows, etc). If she imagines her sword in her hand, it will form there, if she imagines a wall appearing in front of her, it will. She simply needs to be focused enough to get a clear image of it in her mind. Anything she creates, she can make vanish at will as well, but she can't just make random other things disappear. This works best on real things that she has seen before (in life or pictures) but could work with a vivid enough description. She cannot create magical/enchanted/super yummy things. They have simple functions, and are pretty much what you see is what you get. Unless she makes a sword that looks like a cane or some weird thing.
  
  
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  Illusion Manifestation: Phayafaen can project her dreams or anything from her imagination into a 3-d image around her (no it does not look like a projector, there is no light or whatever). This can be anything from showing someone an image of a map from her head, or projecting a nightmare dreamscape around an enemy. She can use this to distract or aid. In a fight, this can look like she has changed the world around her, but it is more that she has created some kind of hallucination. She will often use this magic to distract an opponent while she attacks or frighten them. Also can disguise herself or others with it and it helps in getting away with things. She could even make it look like she'd left a room without moving an inch. The illusion isn't physical, but she could make it seem like it was
  
  
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  Psychokinesis: Faen can control things with her mind. She can lift things, hold things down, push things, pull things, throw things, etc, and do the same with people. Certain things are more taxing to control if they are especially massive or if the person is flailing or something.
  
  
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  Nix's Blessing: With the grace of her patron Goddess, Nix, Phay can bestow protection blessings upon herself and others. Through a special prayer chant, this blessing will build on her targets luck. They will be more likely to accomplish their goals/hit their targets/ not get hit by their enemy, etc. It also gives a boost of energy and strength and improved awareness/senses.
  
  Dreamer's Grace: This is another Paladin prayer that Phayafean is granted through prayer. As long as she has physical contact with you and she is either chanting the prayer in her head (slightly less effective) or vocally praying to her Goddess of Dreams, any injuries or illness will begin to heal.
  
  Nix's Curse: In a similar fashion to Nix's blessing, Phay can rain a curse of the Goddess of Dreams upon her enemies. This curse is similar to eliciting a state of temporary insanity. A prayer chant is said in relation to her target and said enemy's darkest dreams become their reality. They could've haunted by the ghosts of their past or chased by monsters or blinded or whatever Nix decides. This can last anywhere from ten minutes to many hours depending on Nix's temperament, Phay's passion during the spell (or how much fervor she says the chant with which entices Nix more), and, especially, her targets mental stability and willpower. On someone who is already crazy to the point of not knowing what's real or not, it could last the rest of their lives, but on someone who has built up mental strength such as a monk or someone who's been meditating for years, it might only last a few minutes. Those will still likely feel like a lengthy few minutes as they will be facing their greatest fears.
  
  
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  But, you know, not a unicorn...
  
  
  Not Prayer or Magic:
  She's been training with whatever weapons she could get her hands on since... well, since she knew how to get her hands on them...
  Very agile, quick, and graceful; can move silently when need be. (When combined with some illusion-type protection, makes for great escapes, sneaking, surveillance, etc.)
  
  Weapons & Equipment:
  Can bring any weapon she wishes into existence when wanted and has trained on a variety of weapons including bow & arrow, rapier, spears, sabers, and, especially, her claws...
  Wears metallic gauntlet type things with sharp 'claws' that can extend to about the length of her forearm for fighting.
  
  
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  Thoughts On Characters (if you want to discuss relations lemme know, this is solely based on first impression CSs):
  
  Kaze Hisakawa ~ "Sorta quiet, which is both a comfort and a worry. I can't fault him for it, though; I'm often the same. Still, I have got to respect the guy for his perseverance."
  
  Addam Brightwall ~ "Looks like a tough guy, which I can admire. And he seems nice enough. Plus, the fact that he's here and doesn't have magic is fairly impressive."
  
  Raven: "I heard that she was a bird... That's kind of hilarious." *starts laughing* "Sorry! Sorry... I could't help it. Plus, her rhyming thing is really entertaining. She makes me laugh... even when she doesn't want to."
  
  Asha’bellanar: "A real kind-hearted soul. Honestly, I have a lot of respect for the woman. Her religious beliefs are admirable as well, though my soul belongs only to the Goddess Nix."
  
  Dremnime: "Oh she's a riot! Her lack of tact is hilarious, her thing with pink is funny too, and her obsession with all things 'expired' is greatly amusing."
  
  Mal'Ikari: "I think he's a very honest, upright man. Maybe a bit antsy looking at times, but he seems kind enough, and like a good fighter. Not especially entertaining, however. Maybe I would like him more if he made me laugh."
  
  Aenvhir of Ìsurbani: "Well, she might be a tad... uncivilized, but her spirit in a fight is unparalleled. Not very fond of that arrogant side, however..."
  
  Yi, Myung-Hwa: "I'm not sure... She seems nice, but that charming, charismatic speech just rubs me the wrong way. Maybe I just don't know her well enough? She sure does like to talk, though..."
  
  Minoru Kazama-Kishu: "Um, I don't know. Not the most warm and welcoming guy, is he? At least he's honest. I do appreciate that. Still, not sure how I feel about that helmet of his. How can I trust a man when I can't see his expression. He could just be scowling all the time."
  
  Amunis: "He's crazy, that much I know. If I said I didn't find it relatively humourous, that would be a lie. And he's utterly fearless which I can't help but envy."
  
  Kamaria: "That's the hooded snake girl, yes? Sorry, the hiding-her-face thing is a little off-putting. Doesn't seem particularly courageous, either. Maybe she's nice? Couldn't tell you."
  
  Astora V. (Victoria) Durham: "Oh boy. This man's middle name is Victoria and I am dying!" *weezes laughing* "Ok, I'm sorry (not), what was I going to say? Oh, yeah, he seems rather... I don't know, worldly? His constant need for attention and entertainment is rather odd, though I can't say I'm terribly different. Still, he is another noble, which makes me more wary, not less. My experience with nobles has not been exactly pleasant."
  
  
  
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  She is completely blind in her left eye because of what her mother did. The thing she rode in the last image on the appearance page is her pet named Teeman. Phay is extremely claustrophobic. Hates being called Fay-fay and Princess. She has a near-perfect photographic memory which helps when she needs to visualize something.
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  Mother ~ Atula Thea'alis
  Snobbish, proud, aggressive, ambitious, power-hungry, merciless, self-righteous...
  Father ~ Gadeon Thea'alis
  Can be Aloof and dismissive, materialistic, over-confident...
  Cousin ~ Gwent Viscaret ~ Age 24
  
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  Lives with Phay's parents, her both died when she was young and she does not remember them at all. Doesn't have powers and thus excessively envious of Phay. Very proud and selfish. Loves to torment Phayafen calls her Princess (tauntingly :/ ) and Fay-fay. She is a stellar actress and enjoys toying with people. Also, a frequent gambler and aggressive fighter. She does have a bit of a temper, too.
  
  Teeman ~ Valencian Tiger ~ Shipped four years ago from Valencia to Fortia. Phay saw the tiger as a cub being used for target practice by a young mage with a crumby attitude while she was practicing with a teacher. She complained to her instructor about the shameful behavior, but he informed the girl that there was nothing to be done. When her teacher took a break, Faen looked up to the heavens and sent Nix a quick prayer, asking if what she was about to do was acceptable. Apparently , the Goddess didn't oppose her, as the girl approached the kid and used illusion magic to buy the cub off of him. He didn't exactly fight it when she offered him spilling bags of Fortian currency. Of course, it wasn't real, but he didn't know that, and now she had a tiger, so yeah! The cub has now grown to his full size and can be fairly intimidating. Teeman is fiercely loyal, aggressive in battles, will tear apart enemies in his teeth, but also a huge cuddler. He seems to love Phay and will follow her around if allowed. Also, very possessive. If he thinks that Phay is in trouble, he won't hesitate to attack. If he just doesn't like you, you will know and may also be bleeding. Sorry. If Phay calls him off, he will listen, but otherwise... When Phay is comfortable, he is comfortable, otherwise, he will be tense. He pretty much mimics her emotions, like he senses them, so try not to tick her off if he is around. Still, if he likes you he will smother you with love. Have fun!
  
  
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Most Recent Edits:
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[Goonfire]

Basic Info
Name: Minoru Kazama-Kishu
Alias/title: Black Petal of the Red Lotus
Nickname: Minnie (Never call him this directly!)
Race: Half-Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Height: 5’9
Origin: Northern Nakashikita

Personality
Minoru is outwardly cold and detached. He doesn’t seem friendly, an impression cemented by his unparalleled honesty. He never lies or tells half-truths, sometimes hurting feelings. He claims “bleeding hearts” cause problems, citing Anastasia’s error as the most recent example. He takes great pride in his accomplishments over the years, holds himself and others to a high standard, and is overprotective of his sword. Strong and silent, he secretly craves company and is happy to travel with others, though he will probably never admit it.

Adding to Minoru’s static nature is a reluctance to compromise. It’s not the most difficult thing to do, but convincing him to deviate from the intended path without good reason makes him uncomfortable. His very traditional upbringing left him somewhat narrow-minded, as he believes people and their motives are static; expect skepticism when people promise to change.

Biography
Born to the Red Lotus clan, Minoru spent his early life in their secluded village of Akiyama. For his clan—which has its roots among the lower class—most boys and a few exceptional girls would train in the arts of stealth, subterfuge, and martial arts. Once training was complete, each student had their performance graded objectively. A title was then appended to his or her surname according to the highest score. The five common titles are:

• Kanchō - spy,
• Teisatsu - scout,
• Kishu - surprise attacker,
• Konran - agitator,
• Majutsu-shi (or “Majutsushi”) - magician

Minoru excelled in martial arts and assassination techniques, earning him the title “Kishu”. Following selection, those bearing this title are required to learn one final martial art: Lilac Crane, a style devised to counter magicians with a small degree of magic and excellent reflexes. He became an expert at this over the years and soon employed it when the Red Lotus clan was hired to turn the tide of various territorial conflicts in other regions of Nakashikita, so balance could be maintained.

Seven years ago, a grievous offense led to severe unrest among the clans. In a wanton grab for power, a sorcerer from the Viper clan seized the Red Lotus’ prized treasure: Onigui, a blade forged to combat ancient evils. Using every resource he could, Minoru pursued his mark throughout Viper territory and ultimately severed his head with Onigui. For this great deed and the slaughter of several prominent Viper figures—which led to the Vipers’ downfall—Minoru was given the title “Black Petal”, a token of great distinction for a Red Lotus assassin that had last been given 70 years ago.

But the story doesn’t end there...
Three years later, word spread of a female warrior from the west roaming Nakashikita. She was in pursuit of a fugitive wizard who had fled to the quiet, pristine forests. Spies disguised as travelers relayed this information to the Red Lotus clan. Fearing history would repeat itself, they sent Minoru to offer his services. He was amazed the foreigner, Elesis, wanted this wizard captured, not killed. Disregarding his usual qualms about keeping enemies alive, he promised to rendezvous with her in seven days. Sure enough, on the end of the seventh day, he returned with an unconscious mage slung over his shoulder.

Impressed with his work and lacking a partner savvy with stealth tactics, Elesis offered Minoru a position among the Wings of Valor, an exclusive team with members across the world. His village’s leaders gave their blessing, allowing a shinobi to make a difference on the world stage for the first time in centuries. The village elders once again brought out Onigui, entrusting it to Minoru in hopes of reuniting it with its original sheath at some point during his travels.

Combat Details
Class: Ninja
Magic Affinity: Lilac Crane anti-magic arts
Spells & Abilities:

• Spell parry - At crucial times, users can channel energy to parry spell projectiles such as magic missiles and firebolts. The effectiveness depends on their reflexes.
• Barrier breaker - The caster can deliver a focused strike with his or her bare hand, which can pierce small magic barriers. Useful in assassinations versus mages.
• Magic vision - A bit of focus is all it takes for true Lilac Crane masters to see magic auras radiating from people or items. A mage might be invisible, but never truly hidden from people like Minoru.

Weapons & Equipment:

• Onigui - An enchanted katana forged with the help of ancient priests for hunting creatures of the dark. When magic power is channeled through the sword, it turns the user transparent—but NOT invisible. Local legend has it that the original sheath was lost and will offer greater powers when reunited with Onigui.
• Kunai - Sharp climbing tools that can be used for fighting or even small digging jobs. Often mistook for throwing daggers.
• Kaginawa - A grappling hook on a rope. Not much of interest here, or so it appears.
• Metsubushi - hollowed-out eggshells filled with finely crushed red pepper and powdered glass.
• Light armor - Gauntlets, greaves, and a helmet protect his forearms, shins, and head, respectively.

Appearance

Relationships

• Dremnime: He could care less about her association with a lich, but her awkwardness and unorthodox experiments rubbed him the wrong way, making their relationship tepid at best.
• Myung-Hwa: Her subtlety, calm nature, level of control, and willingness to kill for her villagers all strike a good chord with Minoru. On top of that, their shared fondness for tea and skills that compliment one another make them natural partners for ambushes.
• Addam: Minoru thinks an exceptionally kind heart and unflinching devotion to one person can make even a strong man vulnerable. For that reason, he keeps a healthy distance from Addam.
• Aenvhir: Minoru favors and relates to those who rise to the top through beating all odds and proving their talent. He holds Aenvhir in high regard
• Elesis: When they first met, things were lukewarm, a simple matter of contractor and client. She showed the reclusive Minoru and many of his clan, those Fortian soldiers who invaded when he was a child didn’t represent all outsiders. For that, he has an unspoken gratitude.

Extra
• Seldom removes his helmet
• Bisexual
• Hates dirt and dust, but the occasional blood spurt is just fine!

 

[Athanas]

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  Name: Amunis
  Alias/title(s): The Slaughterborn, Honorary Martyr.
  Nickname(s): The Arch-Reaver, The church's weapon, The bloody cleric("were you expecting something "cuter?" Hah!)
  Race: Human(enhanced)
  Gender: Male
  Age: 70
  Height: 6"6
  Origin: Sveljord
  
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  Description: Upon first inspection, Amunis appears to be clinically and totally insane. Upon second inspection, not much changes. Whatever once held this man together has been shattered, like a frail robin's egg. He does not think like the rest. He does not feel like the rest. He does not act like the rest. Only pain and battle grant him a temporary reprieve, and so he indulges in both wholly and without restraint. Whether through misguided altruism or simply the belief that his time is long overdue, Amunis tries his damndest to help those around him. Despite being a zealot, Amunis is surprisingly non-judgmental, although he possesses a cynicism that more than makes up for it.
  
  When under duress and strain, Amunis will become increasingly Rapturous, leading to ever-escalating irrationality and aggression. Additionally, his memory is often addled and confused, but on the rare moments of clarity, he is filled with untold hatred, the likes of which can shake the well-meaning to their core.
  He has a disdain, due to his way of life, for those not willing to endure hardships, literal or metaphorical, to achieve their goals. In a similar sense, however, he also is much more amicable to those whom he feels have suffered.
  
  Amunis is completely without fear-What is there to lose?
  
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  Once there was a Sveljordan called "The Eternal Marauders". They were named so because one amongst their number were always born with a mark that caused him to have an affinity for blood magic and extended his(it was always a male, and this made them different from the usual matriarchal system of the other tribes) lifespan if adequate battle and sacrifices were seen. As such the tribe was widely feared for their frequent raids. The power of the Slaughterborn(leader) grew with each succesful raid, and this made defeat very difficult.
  Amunis was such a gifted individual. A slaughterborn of immense rage and even greater ambition. Fortians, Gelerians and other Sveljordians alike soon had learned to fear the bloodied skull that was his banner. As the bodies were stacked higher, so did his power grow, and so did the tribe grow fat on spoils, slaves, and glory. It was perhaps one of the greatest periods in their history.
  
  But, as it happens, everything has an end. And what ended the legacy of the Arch-Reaver was neither bow, nor blade, nor spell. No, the greatest curses of all was what did him in.
  
  Love.
  
  For you see, during a negotiation for a ransom, Amunis met with the Warmother. He was immediately enamored with her, and she took full advantage. They grew increasingly closer, until, in a display of utter adoration, he pledged his entire tribe to her, and they were bound together by oath. For a short, short while, he was happy. His spite was quelled by her, his destructive tendencies lessened. He sincerely believed in her, in her dream and vision.
  
  
  His infamy however had caught the attention of Fortia, and they had long wanted to bring him, or at least, his head, back to the capital, to wash away the shame of their many raids at his hands. When they learned of this bond, an idea blossomed in their minds. Working efficiently, they threatened her with war. Trying to save her own position, she offered him up instead. She had him lead the eternal marauders directly into an ambush. They fought bravely, Amunis killing more than a hundred foes before finally succumbing to his mounting injuries. The rest of the tribe was wiped out very soon after, at her behest. Few tears were shed over their bodies. His legacy snuffed in a moment
  
  But he did not die. Such was the power of the marking.
  
  He realized what had happened, and the realization shook him to his very core. His mind never recovered, and only battle quelled him. Luckily for him, he was brought to the pits. Torture and fights were near constant, but his broken mind found great solace in the pain, developing intense masochistic tendencies and learning how to better channel his blood magic through it.
  He spent many dozen years there, gaining quite the reputation, until ringleader Vitillius eventually had run out of opponents that could conceivably defeat him. The crowd had begun to tire of this undefeatable lunatic, and so he was released. Outside, he sought the only thing that had kept him going through all this time-Pain and battle. He learned divine magic in the church of Azeus, and found a truly disturbing way to combine them.
  
  It's been this way for almost half a century now, and according to his superiors, he still has twice that long until he is forgiven of his sins. He doesn't mind-not particularly. But occasionally the memories return, filling him with untold rage and spite for both his captor...And his betrayer.
  
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  Class: Drain tank, Zealot
  Magic Affinity: Blood Magic
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  Disgustingly Resilient: His marking, in combination with the constant self-scarring and blood magic have afforded him absolute awe-inspiring endurance and stamina. He can easily shrug off blows that would kill even the hardiest of regular men, and even "critical hits", such as aimed blows at his eyes or arteries will not deal that much more damage while his entire body is hardened. In addition, he is immune to all nomagical poisons and diseases, and heavily resistant to the magical kind, too. Lastly, he possesses considerable regeneration. In-combat, this makes it much less likely he will bleed out while ensuring his stamina is practically endless. Outside of it, it means that even the most grievous of injuries will not trouble him for long.
  
  Martyrdrom: His damage, strength, and potency of magical abilities increase the lower his health gets, or the more mental strain he accumulates. This increase is exponential in critical levels. However, one must be aware-Push too far, and the consequences will be dire...
  
  Rain of Sorrows: An area of effect attack which inflicts heavy bleeding upon the targets, and applies stacks of penance to them. If the enemies are already afflicted by stacks of penance, then the area of effect increases
  
  Punish: A single target spell which inflicts moderate bleed damage. It consumes any penance stacks on the target, increasing it's damage, and reducing it's cooldown accordingly. If enough stacks are accumulated, Amunis is also healed. Punish has a reduced strain cost.
  
  Suffer: Amunis can take the wounds and ailments of nearby allies upon himself. This ability inflicts greater than normal strain on him.
  
  Endure: Amunis briefly channels, then considerably increases his durability for a short duration(self inflicted damage not reduced). Damage taken during this time is translated into a speed and strength boost for a short duration after the effects expire. This ability causes increased strain. This ability cannot be used while rapturous, instead being replaced with:
  Bloody Zealotry, Which causes him damage, but empowers his melee attacks for a duration and gives him a portion of the damage inflicted as health. While Bloody zealotry is active, Amunis might rampage, causing him to be unable to heed orders or distinguish friend from foe.
  
  Share the Hatred: Amunis damages himself, then grants an ally a boost to power, either magical or physical(their choice). Their attacks for the duration also inflict penance.
  
  Reclaim: Amunis begins regenerating, healing some damage over a duration. Healing received during this time from his other abilities is increased. If not enough damage is applied to enemies during reclaim, then Amunis will bleed for a large percentage of the healing he received from the effect without refunding the strain.
  
  Redeem: Usable only when rapturous or heavily injured, Redeem either offers a massive heal(excessive healing becomes a shield) to Amunis and a single ally, or an AoE heal to up to three allies of similar magnitude. Redeem then goes to a long cooldown and causes considerable strain, as well as briefly slowing him down.
  
  Exsanguinate: Usable only when rapturous or heavily injured, this is an either AoE or Single-target spell that inflicts massive bleed damage and heals Amunis for a large portion of the damage dealt. Exsaguinate then goes on a massive cooldown and causes similar penalties to Redeem
  
  (Note: Both Redeem and Exsanguinate inflict a penalty that reduces all incoming healing on Amunis for a while)
  
  Weapons & Equipment: (What items does your character carry with them?)
  The Burden: A heavy, double-headed flail that bears many enchantments. Most notable:
  It has been given improved stability and traction, making it much easier to use despite it's unwieldy appearance.
  Strikes from it apply penance, a status effect which interacts with his other abilities. In addition, wounds from it have a much higher chance to begin bleeding profusely, dealing increased damage over time.
  It has been blessed with holy magic, Giving it the ability to strike even incorporeal creatures and inflict additional damage against the unholy.
  
  He also possesses a lash, brand, and long knife, for...recreational purposes.
  A bundle of prayer books and journals, many spotty with blood.
  A hood, spiked bracers, and a penitent collar. The purpose of the last is unknown, although filled to the brim with magic from his suffering. Currently, it simply glows red when he is Rapturous.
  
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  Whenever he channels his magic, his right hand constantly drips with blood, it itself being drenched in it. It is unknown where that blood comes from, as it largely isn't his.
  Rapturous is a term coined by his brothers at the temple to describe his state during a breaking point.
  His bracers glow with a strange hue in the dark if he chooses.
  His hood seems enchanted and he very rarely removes it. It doesn't seem to do anything notable, though.
  His body is absolutely littered with scars.
  
  Notable quotes:
  "Life is nothing but pain. I just learned to enjoy it"
  "Yes! HIT ME! AGAIN!"
  "I will keep you safe...You still have a life to lead."
  "I remember...I remember. I remember those responsible!"
  "There is power in suffering...For those strong enough to endure"
  
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[Dumplingboy]

Update on spells,extra,relationship

• Basic Info
• Personality
• Biography
• Combat Details
• Appearance
• Relationships
• Extra
• Side Characters

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  Name: Kamaria (means like the moon)
  Alias/title(s): Daughter of death
  Nickname(s): moon,luna, moonlight. If unable to communicate or in a hurry Kamaria will point to the moon when others ask for her name and it leads to some interesting nicknames.
  Race: Human???
  Gender: Female
  Age: 18
  Height: 5'2
  Origin: Bashuri
  
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  Description: Kamaria is a open curious young girl with an adventurous heart. She is very meek and timid, but can show amazing feats of bravery in times of need. She is more comfortable by herself than in large crowds. Kamaria rides the path of neutrality, flowing easily between good and evil. Though she herself tends to ride upon the path of good she cares not where her companions morals lie. Though stubborn she is very impressionable,due mainly to her ignorance of anything outside of her people. She is not the most approachable her reputation and relationship with snakes is off putting for most. She enjoys to people watch choosing to observe than to be seen. Even when she is not in view Kamaria is never to far, just hiding out somewhere. All you need to do is call her name. She will always choose the company of her 'pets' than her warrior companions, but she will befriend you despite love or hatred of serpents. She is not a leader by any means, prefering to be told what to do. She likes to hang back until she is needed or when the situation demands her.
  
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  Description: Born to an unknown father and a secretive mother Kamaria knew nothing out of her desert home and her people in her youth.Kamaria was told she was a gift from the God Kor. There was no evidence of that, but she was still given the title daughter of death. She did have strange connection with death but this was mainly do to the cult she raised in. Sacrifices was common and just another way of life in her cult. There were more rituals and celebrations around death than life. Her birth was probably the most celebrated event not involving the death of a creature. The cult wasn't feared, despite idolizing the thought of death. All of their human sacrifices were voluntary, usually lost souls whose life meant nothing and want their death to be appreciated. Death was not the only thing the people came to them for, they were healers after all. Kamaria being the most sought after. She could do more than just heal your injuries. Kamaria could calm a mad mans thoughts, cure illness and sickness, even disease brought on by curses.
  Kamaria does not really believes the legends and tale around her birth, and thinks that her father is actually out there. She doesn't fully doubt her family/cult there was evidence that she was special. The cult worshipped snakes, fascinated with every aspect of them. Kamaria had a connection with snakes from the moment of her birth. Speaking with them, spending her time with them, forming friendships. There are many stories surrounding this, most linking her with Zkadi but all of it just tales and songs. Most of what Kamaria is is just ballads and stories. It up for others to figure out what is true and what is not.
  
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  Class: Healer, alchemist /support
  Magic Affinity: restoration or life force magic
  Spells & Abilities: Kamaria's powers come from within and is untrained. She has untapped abilities, mainly because she has never tried to do it, others because she doesn't have the ability to do so yet. (Anything marked blue she has yet to perform)
  magic
  
  Close Wounds-this will not reverse internal damage​
  Circle of Protection- can cast a healing circle that will protect a close party from, curses and curse like spells (dark magic, mind altering magic etc)​
  Regeneration- can recover any lost stamina or mana taken away by injury or magic​
  Kiss of life- can take the life force of a willing participant to replace anothers. This could theoretically reverse death, but requires a sacrifice of equal value.​
  Healing touch- will return to full mana or strength but only while she is in contact with them​
  Detect life- she can detect the life force of others​
  Equilibrium- can change mana into health, works well with mages but she can take the mana in a magical item to heal another.​
  All heal- Any damage done to those within a close radius of her will reverse, this goes for anyone not just the ones on her side, she can not break concentration when doing this​
  Touch of luck- A mini health shield melee attacks will either miss or have no effect for the first three swing, one swing for devastating attacks, and half damage for ultimate attacks.​
  Innocence presence - Kamaria can project her healing aura around her, giving her a harmless presence. This best effects less sentient beings as they go by instincts and first impressions.​
  Heal- can heal to full health,this only works on herself and can only be done to fresh wounds. Poisons that affect the body later or infections can not be undone.​
  Beacon of life- Kamaria can turn into a beacon of life healing all that are around her, she has no control over this ability and has no knowledge of this ability. The health has to come from somewhere and let it be the current environment or the gods themselves.​
  Stabilizing touch- can stabilize the current condition of what she touches, but only for as long as she is touching it. Those under the touch can try and rectify the problem under her touch or just by off time.​
  Expeliouse - Can remove toxins from the body but can not reverse the effects already made.​
  Skills
  
  medical alchemy​
  snake charming​
  use of snake venom​
  Good at stealing​
  knowledge of most things snake​
  Very agile and a good climber. Kamaria is useless in a fight but great at running away from things.​
  Weapons & Equipment:
  She does not have any armour but prefers to dress up in her traditional garb
  She carries around a walking stick, a gift from her cult, the staff of souls. This simple stick can hold on to the souls of others and use the life force collected to heal others. Collecting these souls/life forces are very difficult and she avoids using her staff if she can.
  
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  Not many ppl have seen her face. she prefers to be fully covered and face hidden. Her fingers, eyes and feet are what most have ever seen.
  
  
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  Amunis: Possibly her favorite person when she has the chance to be around him. Of all the people she enjoys to stalk, or trinkets she likes to steal it is his.
  Asha’bellanar: What is there to say about Asha? That she steals Kamaria's breath away everytime she looks at her? That her snakes adore her almost as much as they adore Kamaria. That Kamaria was drawn to her in the same manner? That her elegance was heart stopping, her voice mind numbing. What else could Kamaria say about her?
  Vortiger: The big guy with the big shield? He seems like a great person to hid behind, and a little intimidating. Niko would like him though, and Niko hates everyone.
  李, 明花: She was boring. So well put together and elegant, never interesting. To be fair Luna was sure that the mage would be much more interesting to talk too than to watch.
  Dremnime: Kamaria enjoys to watch her tantrums. The woman said whatever was on her mind and also did not understand much of the civilized world. Kamaria could relate. The difference being when she said whatever was on her mind it never left her mouth.
  Aenvhir: Why could Aevhir not be a dwarf ? That way kamaria would not have to be the smallest being in her group.
  Mal'Ikari: Kamaria had no real ties to good or evil, Mal on the other hand....well he may have chosen a side but he still was her friend
  Minoru Kazama-Kishu: She is gonna steal that helmet one day...just you wait
  Astora V. Durham: If he is missing a shirt, she has it.
  Addam Brightwall: Why is everyone so bloody tall. She has no problem with Addam but Inyoka is not a fan of him and will get visibly upset if he gets too close
  
  
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  Klepto- What she steal ranges from things a value to actual trash. She does not tend to keep these things to herself and is happy to return anything she has swiped. It's just a hobby of hers.
  Mute- No is quite to sure why she says nothing, she seems to be more than cable to heal herself of any damage done to her. It could be that she was born without a voice or it was a curse she can not lift from herself. Maybe she really doesn't want to speak to anyone, the jury is still out if she can make any sound at all.
  Modest- Kamaria does not like to show her face and prefers baggy clothes, this is especially true around males. Any accidental peeking will earn her wrath warranted or not.
  Pets- Kamaria only goes into battle with Inyoka, she has more than one snake and seems to adopt any wild snakes she passes along the way.
  Niko- Niko is a baby snake of hers but she is wild in nature. She will only come out in Bashuri.
  General theme
  
  
  Battle theme/healing theme
  
  
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  inyoka (zulu word for snake)- inyoka is almost always with her and the most known snake of hers by the others
  
  Pluto: an albino python that she did not steal! he was rescued
  
  
  Spoiler: Cult

  

 

[The Prophet]

• Basic Info
• Personality
• Biography
• Combat Details
• Appearance
• Relationships
• Extra
• Side Characters

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  Name: Astora V. (Victoria) Durham
  "Please don't use my middle name. It's embarrassing."
  Alias/title(s): Bladebreaker, Aimless Astora, The Bored Prince
  "I personally think they're a bit distasteful, but I can't control the masses."
  Nickname(s): Victoria (if you're feeling bold), AD, or simply Astora. (Open to new ones if you want to call him something different)
  "If you weren't who you are, it'd be Lord Durham. Wait, that's my father....nevermind."
  Race: Human
  Gender: Male
  Age: 25
  Height: 6'4"
  Origin: Fortia
  
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  Astora is a well spoken and charismatic young man who looks nothing at all like they struggle to enjoy normal life. While typically seen as a bored and passive noble, the vast majority can respect him for his intellectual and physical prowess. Astora and his house come from a long line of tacticians and warriors who knew the strength of allies, and Astora can usually be called upon for effective and sound judgment, even if it takes some time to get him to get serious about it. His greatest flaw is that he needs to be interested in something to get him to want to do something with effort, and not many things so far keep his interest..Once he’s actually into something he’ll try his hardest, but until then he’s going to help passively, or not at all if especially guelling.
  
  Outside of when Astora is training late into the night and early in the morning, Astora uses the fine arts to keep himself busy in times of calm, often reading books or painting pictures of interesting people or noteworthy locations. While he isn't one to appreciate the scenery much, it allows him to stop thinking of how boring day to day life is. Sometimes he’ll daw imaginary scenes or past events that made him happy, enjoying the excitement the people in the tapestry feel. It allows him to focus, and it is when painting that he does his greatest thinking.
  
  Years in the political scene as a noble has given Astora a good handle on what makes normal people tick and why, of the small things they do. Typically one would hold off on saying something about someone, but call it bold or stupid, Astora will say what he wants about anyone no matter what. He doesn’t do it out of a sense of honor or anything of the sort, but rather does it to watch their reactions. His humor typically comes from lighthearted mockery, and getting a rise o a flounder with a smart comment or insight are the best ways of getting material. But he doesn't mean; Astora loves to include people in having fun however they enjoy it, and is easily capable of altering his attitude to suit someone else so that they ease up and allow themselves some fun.
  
  Not many things get to Astora, but one of the biggest fears Astora has is being repetitive. Being repetitive can lead to stagnation in growth, and a lack of new experiences. To make sure he isn’t becoming too repetitive, Astora is always open to tying something, no matter what it may be. In his eyes, not trying something new just because is ignorant. Astora could end up liking it, so why not try it out? If he doesn’t like it, no harm done. While his willingness to experiment has gotten him in trouble before, he doesn’t mind. LIfe wouldn’t be fun if everything was easy and worked out.
  
  Combat is currently one of Astora’s greatest joys, where he can witness firsthand the dangerous dance with death. He loves the dirty and grisly nature of a fight and strives to sow chaos and carnage whenever he fights for real and not sparring. Sparring is one thing, but a real fight is so much more gruesome. Astora is civilized however, and has refined his violence to stay within the bounds of his finesse. Many who have seen Astora fight have described the way in which he fights to be a graceful, beautiful, and yet extremely deadly dance similar to the elite assassins of Valencia. Astora tries to pretend as if he isn’t a fan of the brutality in embarrassment of his nature, but it is clear as day to anyone who knows Astora that he deeply enjoys it.
  
  
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  Astora was born as the second child and the fist son of House Durham, a longstanding noble house in the land of Fortia that was initially founded on the principle that the strongest people were the ones who could recognize the strength of others. Astoa’s young life was subject to complete and utter boredom. His own interests were secondhand to the interests of the state. As a noble, he was expected to be civil, refined, charismatic, and exercise goodwill to the people his house ruled over. And as a noble in the land of Fortia, he was expected to be strong in both battle and mind and have a strong will to lead their people. Astora, while he knew that they were indeed good values, hated them. They were so restricting, so utterly boring and unoriginal. He wanted to be out having fun, doing dangerous and exciting things; not studying tactics with the palace tutors. Obviously he knew they were important, but he would not spend day in and day out leaning arithmetic. He needed a way to escape, he found it though painting. Now Astora was only about 8; his first works were a travesty compared to what he would eventually be able to produce. But those paintings of his allowed him to fantasize of more entertaining things, like feeling a troll to cutting a swathe through enemy soldiers, travelling the seas in search of a grand treasure or even just training in the yard. Anything was better than this.
  
  When Astora was 10, he was finally allowed to attend weapon training with his older sister. It was hee he discovered a deep love of his. Battle. Astora's talent for fighting shone brightest when he wielded swords and axes, though he dabbled in speas and even unnamed combat for a fortnight or two. While at first he stuck to the normal guards for training, it quickly became apparent that he would need the palace guard to keep up with him. He finally had release; he could fight and fight to his heart's content. This was what he wanted, to laugh and joke with these people, all whilst clashing swords with reckless abandon. It was so much fun.
  
  Was.
  
  By the time he was 15, it was clear that Astora had surpassed the palace guards by leaps and bounds and had stagnated in his progress. Even his sister, who he heralded as unbeatable, lost to his sword. Where was the fun he experienced when he was younger? Fighting them felt so pointless, like they couldn’t hold a candle to his bonfire. He wanted to be humbled and lose, to know he hadn’t peaked. Astora searched in vain for someone in the palace to keep his interest, and it only further encapsulated his desperation. Astora picked up the brush again, painting his wishes for that feeling of adrenaline and high excitement. Yes, it was childish to want to have fun in the face of reality. Not everything is fun. But with these baroque walls so suffocating, he needed out somehow. Anything would do….. Anything.
  
  It was on the day of Astora's 18th birthday that disaster stuck. A group of assassins, sent to mude Astora's father, ran across the man of the hour on his way to the feast hall. In a panic the group attacked, but with the glint of a sword catching his eye something clicked within Astora as his excitement rose. These people could kill kim. His life could end at any moment in the next few minutes. The thrill he needed was finally at hand.
  
  It was a massacre. The moment he got his hands on a ceremonial sword on the wall he slaughtered them, ripping them apart like a wild hound would meat. Almost nothing would ever peak this moment, the point where he was locked in a grisly dance with death. The loud snaps and screams echoed through the halls, but it wasn’t until Astora, drenched in blood not his own entered the hall and tossed the only surviving member at his feet in front of everyone. Bokeh and fearful, the assassin confessed to everything. It was revealed that Astora's mother, a traditionalist advocate of the old ways of arbitrary barbarism and expansion, was out to eliminate the new age peace advocate that was his father. The torrent of subsequent dama didn’t concern Astora that much; he was playing the fight over and over in his head, relishing the entertainment for the first time in years.
  
  At 20, Astora had grown considerably. He was tall, refined, in very good shape, and was becoming ever more handsome. He’d learned to use painting and finer arta to tie him over until something interesting came along, but his patience was wearing thin. And so, Astora decided to try something new. Twice a month he held a grand tournament, where any and all people of Forita could compete for fame and glory. The winner would receive a prize of money and the opportunity to challenge Astora's for an even bigger prize. Astora's would give anything that was within his power to give if the challenge won, and if they lost they would lose half the winnings but were otherwise untouched. Almost all winners challenged him in the spirit of Forita, but not one bested him in combat. Astora gained a famed reputation for breaking the weapons of all his challengers, no matter the weapon. While it paled in comparison to the thil of real combat, Astora was able to hone his skills further, and while he kept a bored look on his face he was experiencing a fair bit of fun. Astora remained unbeatable even after he extended the invitation to Galar and Sveljord for five years, until the one day in which he met a sword he could not shatter with his bladework. That was the third time in his life where he felt a true thrill, where he had met someone who could give him that desperate excitement he desired so desperately. He'd lost, but somehow he felt no one was a bigger winner than he.
  
  
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  Class: Duelist
  Magic Affinity: Life-steal magic
  Spells & Abilities:
  Excitability (Passive)- The more entertained and excited Astora becomes, the faster and stronger he becomes. The same is true in the opposite. The more bored he is, the weaker and slower he gets.
  Nose-goes (Passive)- Astora has a very sensitive nose, and can pick up things normal people can't.
  Life-steal (Passive)- Astora thrives on the offense. For however much damage he does to an adversary, he heals the same amount.
  What a rush! (Passive)- Astora's style of fighting has been refined from senseless violence to a beautiful and deadly dance. But he still loves the brutality. The more pain and carnage he witnesses the more adrenaline is pumped into his system and excited he gets. He gets a massive boost from breaking a weapon while it's in an enemies' hand.
  Vampiric Touch- If Astora has a free hand, he can grab an enemy to directly feed off of their life energy. He typically does this in the form of choking them, squeezing away at their neck until they are dead or Astora is satisfied.
  Vampiric Field- Astora can expel his magic in a radius up to 60ft centered on himself, draining any life in that radius and healing himself subsequently. This unseen wave passes over any existences that Astora deems an ally, instead giving them a cold chill as the magic brushes against them.
  
  Weapons & Equipment:
  Emperor- A longer-than-normal longsword made from master blacksmiths and grand mages. This ornate sword is extremely durable and rarely needs to be sharpened, but he does it anyway.The edge of the sword is magical, and will become sharper or more dull depending on his excitement.
  
  Spoiler: Emperor

  
  
  
  Politics- humorously named after the underbelly of the political scene, This dagger was gifted to him by his sister. While it was initially an ornate dagger more for show than use, Astora has hammered away at its blade to give it a jagged yet razor sharp edge. He keeps it hidden in a scabbard underneath his dess coat.
  
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  Astora has no idea how the real world works for members below nobility. He just kind of awkwardly acts like he knows.
  
  Astora has no idea how to prep for adventures and whatnot, so he just packs expensive clothing and lots of money.
  
  Astora has been told countless times that he should be more serious and that not everything is entertainment. He just doesn't listen.
  
  Astora has only one loss ever recorded, and desperately wants to fight her at every opportunity to see if he can do it now.
  
  Astora's consrant desire for entertainment is very exploitable once you figure it out. If you ever want him to do something, saying something along the lines of "it could be fun" are practically a guaranteed way to get him.
  
  Astora has been painting since he was 8, and has developed into an artist that can paint stunning and beautiful tapestries. But he isnt one to show many people. His art is all over if you know where to look though.
  
  
  General Theme:
  
  
  Battle Theme:
  
  
  
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  Freya Victoria Durham- Older sister
  Gerald Ford Durham- Fortian Noble and father
  Victoria Durham- mother, executed for treason
  

 

[Lazaro1505]

Basic Info
Name: Vortiger Murena
Alias/title(s): Black Prior & Outcast
Nickname(s): Vort
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Height: 6’7”
Origin: Fortia

Personality
Description:
He is always looking for the one true lord to pledge full loyalty to, often looking for key traits such as skill and leadership. But this is not something he is proud of, and will always call himself a ‘False Knight ’..... He does however have an almost complete loyalty to his current leader, and will not betray them.... even when given the opportunity to. Following a code his family goes by, the code being ‘No surrender unless absolutely necessary.... fight till your last breath’. On the outside, he is mostly shown as a sadistic, taking great pleasure when either killing a foe or slicing off limbs in battle. But in the inside, he is a caring person, always making sure his allies are safe, and often charging with them into battle. If someone dies.... he will blame himself for it and try to take most of the blame for it.

.Biography
Description:
“My past is nothing special...... my childhood is what most would expect from a middle class background in Fortia. So there is no need to speak of that..... but I will tell you something in my earlier years of my adulthood. Back when I was 19...... I knew I was not supposed to be out at night due to the danger of being outside at this time..... but I was young and naive, so I ignored it. What made matters worse is that I decided to use a alleyway as a shortcut to get home quicker.... and that’s when I was ambushed by five men. They tried to steal what I had, and I tried to put up a fight, but being unarmed when fighting against five opponents, saying that I defeated them would be far from the truth. I however, was saved by an strange man in a cloak, using a kind of dark magic in order to kill those assailants of mine with no remorse. Even when only seeing them for a couple of seconds..... I still remember what they look like, and those cold empty eyes looking right at me, before the stranger left. This is where I was first inspired by the darkness, and changed to fit the appearance of my savior. As the years go by, I joined the Fortian army and soon, became a Warden at age 25.”

“It was when a few months later I was tasked with assaulting an Galarian fort, and given a sum of troops to work with. Along with the other two Wardens, we managed to successfully enter the fort, and that was when it happened. Someone from the fort, a female Knight named Elesis called out her challenge to the leader of the assault to a duel. I accepted her request, since taking out their strongest here may hinder all hope and leave no more resistance in the fort. How wrong I was...... the duel was a tough battle, but in the end, I was left with a sword aimed at my throat, ready for the end of my story. But...... it did not arrive, for she had given me mercy..... out of all the things she could have done, she gave me MERCY....! I couldn’t accept it in my head at that time, and even then, I still cannot believe why someone would spare me, a person who killed her people, yet still left alive. I couldn’t accept this, because it goes against my family code, which is to fight to your final breath with no surrender, and my honor no longer be the same back home. I called out to her as she walked away, telling my beliefs, and asked her to finished the job. But she had another idea, for she had given me the chance to join her, and for some reason, I had accepted. Maybe it was because I found the person to pledge full loyalty to, or was it because of my honor. Either way, I still joined the Galarian forces, but I do not think myself as a Warden anymore, if anything, I am a false knight now, for leaving my people in order to join another. But now, I will make sure no one hurt my new allies now, for I will keep my end of the bargain and make sure no one gets hurt in the process..... even if it means killing myself just to save one person.”

Combat Details
Class: Warden
Magic Affinity: Guardian Magic
Spells & Abilities:

• (Active) Bulwark Stance: a defensive style that is activated when entering a crouching position and hiding behind his shield. He is able to use two moves, Bulwark Slash / Bulwark Counter. Bulwark Slash allows him to do a heavy slash from the right, his right arm and sword glowing orange in the process, and is capable of dealing lots of damage if landed and can go through an enemy’s guard, but is slow and easily able to be parried if the opponent is paying attention. Bulwark Counter allows him to counter an attack by flipping his opponent over him before slashing at their fallen body, but has no use against those who use ranged/magical based attacks.
• (Passive) Regular stance: In normal stance, he uses a combination of sword slices and shield bashes in order to use mostly offensive style of fighting his foes.
• (Active) Sinister Shield: by sacrificing some of his health, he is able to temporarily give an ally a ‘shield’ over their body, which is a golden aura located on top of the ally’s skin and act as a ‘shield’ that blocks damage. It only lasts for 30 seconds and can break if damaged enough.
• (Passive) Healing ward: By going into Bulwark stance, he is capable of slowly healing his wounds on his body. This however can be interrupted by attacking him with a heavy attack in this stance, stopping his healing for ten seconds.
• (Active) Inspire: Inspire affect range is 15 ft in a circle around him, and it allows allies to deal more damage to opponents and attack faster. This lasts up to 20 seconds, and it slows Vortiger down until the spell runs out or is interrupted.
• (Active) Rasalhague: When activated, he grants all allies in a 30 ft radius a temporary ‘Shield’ over their body. Unlike Sinister shield, it does not reduce his health, and works in a area of effect, just like his inspire. It also replenishes any shield that may have been depleted every 7 seconds, and the spell lasts for 21 seconds.
• (Passive Buildup, requires activation once full) Revenge: Revenge is the most strongest spell he has. It passively builds up in battle, but increases its build up when facing an superior opponent or outnumbered in battle. His main way of building it up is by blocking attacks. Once full, he will be enveloped in a golden glow and pushes nearby enemies onto the ground, and gains a temporary golden aura over his body that protects him from harm, and gains an attack boost during Revenge. The golden aura over his body can be broken, and leave him vulnerable to permanent damage. Revenge lasts for 15 seconds.

Weapons & Equipment:

• Truth and Lie: A duo of both a Bastard sword and a kite shield, Truth is his sword which who show those in combat that they are still a mortal and can be killed. Lie is his shield that will make any attack aimed to kill a lie, but must be used properly or face the consequences. These two weapons have been passed down his family line, and it’s his job to use them in order to prove his worth of using these weapons in battle.

Spoiler: Truth and lie

Appearance

Relationships
TBD

Extra
He seems to take a liking towards darkness.... often referring to it in quotes

Often wears a black face paint around his eyes... reason for this is unknown

He is able to speak in a different language, one that he calls ‘Latin’

General theme:

Combat theme:

Revenge/Desperate theme:
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Quotes:

“Even fine linen decays.....” (true meaning of this quote is that even the finest warriors falter or lose their touch)

“To darkness!”

“Into the abyss”

“Silence your heart.”

Side Characters
TBD