Fantasy Union of the Six (Alternate) CS

[shadowz1995]

This is the basic character sheet for the RP. I allow creative freedoms and desire a wide variety of unique characters. You may add whatever codes you wish to give your CS that extra POP and are otherwise able to add any extra details about your character you deem fit. What is here is the required information. In other words the bare minimum.

If there are ANY questions at all, please dont hesitate to ask. I'm willing to work with everyone to create a unique character that fits into the world I have created and has a place here. From the most virtuous mage to the lowliest cutthroat.

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Species/Race: (Please contact me if there is a custom or unique race you want to bring in that doesn't necessarily fall into high fantasy. Even if you have doubts.)

Kingdom of Origin: (Your character's birth kingdom. Not the kingdom they hold their allegiance to.)

Abilities: (Please be as detailed as possible here.)

Personality: (at least a paragraph)

History/Bio: (Every character that isnt a child has a story to tell. The older/more powerful the character, the longer and detailed I expect the history to be. If there are any doubts or if you need help, let me know.)

Job: (Your character's class)

Appearance: (How your character looks. Details go here. If you have a picture, please put it at the top. Anime, realistic, or real person. Whatever you wish.)

Weapons/Armor: (Detailed please. This is important due to the combative nature of the RP.)

Other: (Anything else you'd like to add. Music theme, quirks, fun facts, you name it. This is your space)

 

[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

Name: Luiza Morganthau (Lucy, to a very select few)
Age: 500
Gender: Female
Species/Race: Pureblood Vampire
Kingdom of Origin: Outskirts of Oceanius, has no real ties to the area or kingdom.

Abilities:
-Vampiric Tenacity
- Gifted in blood magic. She can use blood magic to make herself more energetic, but can also use it to debilitate enemies by slowing their blood stream down. Luiza is also trying to harness it in a more offensive way.
-Practices necromancy, used to mainly raise simple undead servants for menial tasks in the coven. Normally skeletons as they don't decay like fresh dead.
-Vampiric renown. Her name is well known within the ranks of other vampiric covens

Personality: Luiza is a cunning and renowned vampire, her many years of leading a vampire clan have turned her into both a capable leader and fighter. To most outsiders and mortals Luiza is somewhat snarky and ill tempered, preferring to have meetings be quick and free of small talk. But with those she trusts, as well as other vampires she is a more reasonable and considerate person, although still not passionate by any means. Although, should one win the trust of Luiza, they have made a powerful and loyal ally. Despite this, she maintains a sarcastic tone and thinks herself above many of the people she encounters.

History/Bio: Luiza was born to Anetta and Kavash Morganthau. Born into a smaller coven that was slowly starting to get forgotten she grew up understanding that if she didn't secure her position in the vampiric community then she too would be slowly forgotten by history, much like her coven. Luiza normally took a backseat in things as much of the attention had fallen on her much older brothers, who where both skilled combatants respectfully. However, Luiza had used this to her advantage, and would often spend time observing and studying the actions of the other vampires.

When one of her brothers fell in one on one combat with a half vampire of all people, there was suddenly more attention on Luiza. Once under the spotlight Luiza was much more active than her brothers, she was determined to elevate not only her own position but her covens as well. Those she couldn't bribe or threaten she seduced, and those she couldn't seduce she'd kill, this was a game of survival to her.

Soon however, the rapid growth of Luiza's coven was noticed by some fellow, lower covens who decided to band together and try to strike at her and steal her glory. While her still small family coven was attacked Luiza had not been present, and when she arrived she found her parents and remaining brother had been killed. However, killing the three vampires had taken a heavy toll on the smaller covens, and Luiza easily dispatched them.

After taking time to recover and silently mourn her now lost family she picked up right where she left off. Having now moved away from the water kingdom the start of her rebuilding was difficult, but with determination, some minor necromancy and the same tactics she has used prior her reborn coven rose again quickly, taking advantage of the now gone smaller covens. Now with a reborn coven, thralls and lessers to her command Luiza has become a name to be respected and feared among vampires.

The fact that her mission of survival and rebuilding spanned centuries has made her a very patient person, a person who'll happily wait for a mortal enemy to wither and die if need be.

Job: Countess of the Hauserit Covina

Appearance:


Weapons/Armor: (not her physical appearance) Oddly, her favored weapon is a warhammer, Gloomfiend


Other:

 

[shadowz1995]

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DESHWITAT L. RUBDICH

W A R L O R D
Age: 483

Gender: Male

Species/Race: Arch demon

Kingdom of Origin: The Broken Legion

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H I S T O R Y​

Deshwitat's history is like many before him. He was born from the incredibly difficult and rare union of two Arch Demons. His infancy and childhood was spent somewhat peacefully, albeit restrictive until his adolescence. It is a story as old as the history of Linhael itself. Everything is fine.... until it isn't. Eventually, someone caught wind a very dangerous pair of demons living in the woods just outside the Light Kingdom's borders and needed to be dealt with before they posed an even bigger threat. After all, they were already responsible for the disappearances of dozens in the last 15 years. They had attacked a merchant caravan and slaughtered them all, taking the wealth and supplies for themselves. Even a few children that were found half eaten were consumed by them.

At least, that is what the rumors said. Once word spread that there were Arch Demons nearby. One of the most dangerous monsters to every touch Linhael's sacred soil.

In reality, the rumors held no real weight and it was all fear mongering that eventually provoked a response from the monarchy to send an elite hunting party to exterminate them. As previously stated, monsters around the world have heard this tale before countless times, from countless eras, and from every kingdom. Not just the Light.

And so the classic ballad continues. The hunting party tracks down the two abhorrent demons. They corner them and a mighty battle ensues with the noble knights claiming a resounding victory. The bards sing of their success, the citizens breathe a sigh of relief and all is well once more.

The evil has been vanquished once again. Praise be.

This is where the story diverges from those all-to-common tales of monsters.

Young Deshwitat witnessed the murder of his family from afar and did the only thing he could do. Nothing. This was just how the world was and everyone knew that. That was what many monsters much older and wiser than him told him. Whether it was due to childish naivety or brash courage, Deshwitat decided that he was going to do everything in his power to right these wrongs. So many monsters had attempted to do just the same for many years and every single one met a bitter end. The reason for Desh's future success was due to sheer, dumb luck. He happened to be born with the right demonic abilities, at the right time, and at the right place for his plans to bear fruit.

He spent the next 400 years amassing power in secret. He would go out of his way to make use of his Harvest demon ability and add the life force and power of everyone he could to his own. Whenever wars or skirmishes between kingdoms emerged, Deshwitat would make his way there once the dust settled and drained an entire battlefield's worth of souls and then spend months in agony as the memories tore at his mind. Whenever a ruler died, whether it be by natural causes or by assassination, he would make his way over and absorb what little remnants of the soul remained. Even minor echoes of Royal souls was enough to give a significant boost in power and also almost kill him. In particular, those of the Water Kingdom seemed to have the most Ruler death's in the last few centuries and served his purposes well.

The amount of blood and bodies that were left in Lord Rubdich's wake as he gathered power were well beyond the thousands and it was only recently that he achieved enough to put his plans into motion. He gathered a sizable force of monsters and launched his campaign to create a kingdom that can not only rival the existing nations but also defeat them. A kingdom that would become a place where monsters and outcasts can call home. To say The Broken Legion used every dirty trick in the book to cause discourse and chaos among the other kingdoms would be an understatement and a large one at that. The hatred and fear against the "light dwellers" ran deep in the hearts of every monster and as such, there was little to nothing they weren't willing to do. Not only to carve a place in this world where they can live in peace but also to strike back against those who have universally hunted them since the beginning of written history.

P E R SO N A L I T Y ​

The demon lord is actually a deceptively kind and good-natured man. On the rare occasions when he isnt away for battle, strategizing with his captains, or being tortured by the souls he has contained within his physical shell, He can be seen socializing with his followers, participating in drinking games, helping with fortification or even playing with the young orphaned children. He's a man who has suffered much, as all monsters have, and is willing to turn the literal world into his enemy to carve out a place for his people to call home.

As kind as he is, he can be equally ruthless and merciless if approached the wrong way. He has no tolerance for injustice and is quick to stomp out any problems that may appear in his army. He simultaneously rules with an iron fist and a gentle touch. Desh is a natural intellect and has not been successful (so far) in his war against the world with force alone. He is cunning and will always plan ahead before making a decision. Though when it comes to personal matters, he is quicker to act than to strategize. Desh always puts his people and his loved ones before himself and will often go out of his way to make sure of this. The man is not above using his power and making fatal threats if it is for the good of his family or his people. He is not above committing atrocities to ensure this. As he has proven in his rise to power.

P O W E R ​

Rule- Deshwitat has full control over shadows and all manner of darkness. He is capable of forming weapons, armor, shields, and all manner of armaments from the dark. Tendrils to bind his foes or spikes to impale those who would stand in his way. Spheres of dark, shadowy energy that pelt large group of knights into submission or bombard a battlefield. All shadows within his vicinity are an extension of the demon king's senses and will. As such, he is able to use darkness to "feel" out potential threats as long as he is actively searching for them or if they come very close.

Azure Flames- Being of demonic descent, Desh is capable of conjuring a unique, cobalt flame type known as daemon fire. It is known to be uncontrollable, even to the wielder himself and he only uses it when he wishes to completely wipe someone (or something) out. Light magic or pure elemental energies are capable of snuffing the demonic flames out. It is a self sustaining flame and if left unchecked, it will rage on until nothing remains but ash and soot.

Sin Harvest- Using dark magics, Deshwitat can harvest the souls of others and use their spiritual energy (or his own by use of blood) as a sacrifice to bolster his own abilities. He has spent centuries storing the essence of countless victims in preparation for the war and has only been gaining more strength with every battle. This is how he is able to lead from the front in every battle and match the power of the rulers. Even if it isn't by raw power, though it does come close. In doing so, Desh suffers the draw back of the most painful memory of the victims as if he was experiencing it himself. This leaves him crippled for several hours once the battle is over and the nightmares can last for years. They also live on, in part, within him and if they are strong enough, can constantly torment his deepest thoughts. By extension, Deshwitat can harvest a nonlethal amount from a willing participant (or give some of his own) to share memories through blood or spirit.

Overlord's Dominance- Desh is capable of weaving power into his words and forcing those who hear him to submit. He can exert his will on others and force them to do his bidding against their wishes. Only those whose strength is comparable to his own or whose power of will can push against the magic, can resist his command. (Players)

Demon Physiology- The lord of darkness has superhuman physical capabilities. He is not so much faster or stronger than someone who specializes in their respective fields but is still capable of matching them, even if he will eventually lose out. Generally what allows him to go toe to toe with fearsome physical threats like lycans, minotaurs, or golems is his tenacity and centuries worth of combat experience.

Demonic Sense- Demons have some sensitivity towards emotions considered negative and can feel them with the people in their immediate vicinity. Deshwitat is no exception.

Inherited Will of the Broken- Deshwitat's will is like the fires of hell itself, unyielding. He refuses to bow to anyone and it is his will alone, not his power, that has allowed him to last the better part of a century in open combat with the world's equivalent to divinity.

War Hero- Centuries of warfare will either swallow you in its flames or forge you into a warrior capable of leading armies into the maw of death time and time again. For Lord Rubdich, it is obviously the later. Centuries of combat, struggle, and evading death or capture have molded him into a warrior worthy of the title, "King of the Monsters".

Arch Demon Form- A trait shared by all demons who amassed enough power to become an Arch Demon is that they gain a new combat form. This form varies greatly from demon to demon as well as the abilities that come with it. In Deshwitat's case, it greatly enhances his prowess with darkness and shadows. This makes him powerful enough to hold his ground against Rulers for a period of time. The drawback is that the mode is exhausting to use and should only be used as a last resort. Once the demon has run out of stamina, it will have stop to recuperate its strength before using it again. Deshwitat is a unique case due to the power he has amassed from his soul collecting over the past few centuries and can stay at his maximum strength for quite some time before needing to rest.

W E A P O N S ​

Weapons/Armor: Lord Rubdich generally does not carry physical weapons or armor on him and instead manifests them with his Rule ability. The sharpness of blades or toughness of a shield is generally dependent on how much energy he invests into the shadowy armament he creates.

M I S C ​

Desh surprisingly like pure things. Things like will-o-wisps, fairies, stars, pegasi and the like are generally things he will go out of his way to admire.

 

[Crumbli]

• Basic Information
• Descriptive Information
• Functional Information

• Name: Gerdak Stunbar Genevieve Silmore.
  Title: Lady Enchantress.
  Age: 51 years of age.
  Gender: Female.
  Species/Race: Goblin.
  
  Job: Court Sorceress and arcane consultant for the High Auroran.
  Kingdom of Origin: Stjernenhjem - the kingdom of light and cradle of Luminosity.
  
• Appearance: Genevieve is in love with the finer things in life and reflects this with her clothing. Her 4’0|122cm tall frame is always covered with silks and intricate accessories from golden rings to imported fabric brooches. Her skin is of a pale earthen hue and her eyes, though in no way altered by magic, reveal her natural inclinations towards the arcane at a glimpse.
  
  Personality: Genevieve is fairly unorthodox as far as goblins are concerned. When speaking to Genevieve it’s quite clear that she relies on a set of stereotypes regarding the political elite to avoid scrutiny into her heritage and upbringing, but has developed a genuine passion for these interests.
  Her passions don’t stop at the upper class interests however, as her love for all things magic is arguably her most identifiable trait. From things as mundane as ‘enchanted spices’ to the literal hearts of dragons and wyverns, Genevieve will quite attentively chronicle all she can of magic and share these opinions and observations with many others.
  If ever in conversation with the Lady Enchantress it’s highly recommended to avoid topics that involve goblins or witch doctors for prolonged periods of time. While at first these topics might not appear to aggravate her they do elicit a fiery response from her that is regarded as typical for goblins as a whole.
  
  History/Bio: Lady Enchantress Genevieve Silmore was born to humble beginnings as Gerdak Stunbar. Her people, the goblin-folk of clan Stunbar, were what many might consider to be ‘vagrants’. Many interactions with the goblin clan involved kidnappings and petty theft which, as one might suspect, leads to an overwhelmingly bad image.
  As Gerdak grew up she was taught the language of her clan and a very basic understanding of Luminian from kidnapped travellers and the clan witches. Her desire to learn and the ‘sunrise in her eyes’ made the clan volunteer her to become a new witch. In this role she was able to experiment with all things magic and perform many of the rituals that pleased the sun.
  Being a witch she was given the blessing of literature and slowly learned to read from the handful of goblins capable. Her skills were incredibly lacklustre by any scholarly measure but in her clan she was considered incredibly advanced.
  
  Gerdak had been relatively contented in this life until her clan attacked a travelling group of priests. These priests spoke to her and pleaded for their lives, to which she could understand barely but ignored. When their hearts were taken in the sunset and laid into the shadows of the night, as was the standard ritual to protect from the dark, she searched through their belongings for anything magical. Within their satchels were the books of light and as she slowly read through it she found her faith in the sun adhering to the book’s telling.
  Once she had read the book twice over she refused to partake in the sacrifices and rituals she had become so prolific with. Many of the witches feared she’d been taken by the dark and when she attempted to share the book of light with the others they tore the pages from their leather bindings and burned each one before her. After seeing the book burn before her she was given the option to perform a ritual of devotion at dawn or to be exiled.
  
  When Gerdak eventually stumbled into the town square of the nearest village she was met with mixed responses. Many in the area knew of the primitive and crude nature of her clan but knew that goblins, especially those from Stunbar, would never wander into a village so plainly alone. Some spat at her for the crimes of her clan while others looked at her in pity perhaps realising that she wasn’t one of them any longer.
  Gerdak began squatting in the square hiding from guards when necessary and begging for help. Her begging wasn’t met with any support however as the teachings of Lumin put being self made above asking for help. It wasn’t until the village priest came through the square a few days after she’d began squatting that she was presented an opening.
  
  Gerdak stayed in the chapel with the priest after a heartfelt conversation about her new found faith until she could get on her feet. While there, she was able to refine her Luminian and her reading. By the time she’d finished studying the chapel’s and village’s library she had come to refer to herself as Genevieve Silmore.
  Genevieve left the village with nothing but cheap clothes and a book of light to her new name. On the road she offered her services in the arcane and as a translator to travellers until eventually arriving at the capital with a troupe of trans-national scholars known as ‘knowledge without borders’.
  With the troupe behind her she was able to worm her way into getting ahold of tomes and all the proper arcane artifacts she could ever want. It was a nice position to be in but she wanted more. With her faith in Lumin consistently challenged and refined she was aware of his message, that being of true empowerment. She knew she could achieve greatness regardless of where she’d come from and thus she would.
  
  Genevieve, between reading at the city libraries and reflecting her findings with the troupe, discovered that one of their younger curators had an uncle in the city who happened to be the counsellor for an inner province.
  She could recognise a window when one was presented and she went for it. Using this nephew she was able to convince the counsellor to hold a meeting with the troupe and, once there, she offered him her services as a magical consultant. While he was reluctant at first the troupe’s support of her idea wore down his defences and allowed her to enter the court.
  Many of the troupe left the city not long after the deal believing they’d started to become ‘politically invested’ in Elysian politics. Some elected to remain behind as friends of Genevieve or scholars for institutes throughout the city that they’d become attached to.
  
  Once included in the court process Genevieve could understand why it is that so many people seemed to feel so passionately about politics and have such a deep seeded hatred for it at the same time. She often felt herself disapproving of her patron’s decisions within the political scene but appreciated her inclusion in the process as an advisor.
  In time however their differences grew to great and Genevieve could hardly stand the sound of his voice. She met in private with a number of counsellors asking to move between them and while none of them wanted her to be involved out of fear that she was some form of spy or assassin, they did want her to spy for them. Which she did.
  
  After a few years of crossing her patron and learning how to blend in with the elite in Elysium, she could hide it no longer. She wanted better. She told the counselor this and before he could complain she had him ‘forcibly removed’ from his position. With her friends in the court she was saved from discovery for her actions but it did leave a vacancy in the court and her unemployed. She called in favours, found herself a candidate, but chose to drop out of the election once she realised she was failing to win over the people. With what little influence she had garnered amongst the people she vouched for another candidate who was already the leading counselor in the race.
  When he was elected into the position he thanked her for her support and offered to recommend her for the non-politically active position of court enchantress. There were other conditions that applied to this support, namely that five other parties would need to agree to support her first, and that she would make a statement claiming to be void of bias so that he didn’t lose his newly gained position on the grounds of treason.
  After giving an official statement, performing a number of questionable favours, and connecting with old friends to further her collection of magical artifacts, she was given the position where she served for over a decade fairly.
  During this time her studies were allowed to excel beyond their previous limits as she no longer needed to do the leg work of others, and her collections were slowly overflowing with ancient tomes and enchanted ingredients. Her ambitions were satiated and no longer did she seek to climb the metaphorical ladder of society. She was Enchantress Genevieve Silmore.
  
  There was however one last wrung that would be ascended.
  
  During her time as enchantress she was approached by several missives of the High Auroran. When they visited they often asked many questions regarding her loyalties, her faith, her interests, and searching her property for paraphernalia leaning towards the dark arts - many of which were overlooked given her position regardless. With these visits being frequent enough to no longer raise her attention, it came as no surprise to Genevieve when a missive robed in gold sought her out for an important offer following the death of the lady enchantress.
  She had originally written the offer off as perhaps a test or cruel ploy by others in the council but when sent a handwritten letter by the High Auroran she came to the sudden realisation that perhaps it was a genuine invitation to join the privy council. In a meeting with the High Auroran’s most trusted she was informed of the opportunity and new duties if she accepted the role. She agreed, with little hesitation, believing that this position was predestined and her efforts were tests from Lumin.
  For the past decade Genevieve has served faithfully as lady enchantress, keeping an eye over all affairs relating to her position and furthering her own studies and research into the arcane.
  
  Additional background:
  Stunbar Inner-Politics - Clan Stunbar is ruled over by the ‘pup kings’ which is a term given to the monogamous couple that has the most living children. While many goblins give birth to their pups it is considered unusual in Stunbar for anyone who isn’t one of the two pup kings to raise these children. Other goblins may try to have as many children as possible to out breed the pup kings but it is more often seen that weaker families will offer up the weak pups of the pup kings as a sacrifice to protect them from the dark.
  Stunbar witches - Holy figures within clan Stunbar are referred to as witches or witch doctors. These witches and witch doctors are almost always indistinguishable from the clan magic casters. While they practice a very crude and primitive version of Luminosity, it misses many of the otherwise important features of the faith or misinterprets those features. These witches praise the sun, believe that all light is divine, but ‘understand’ the night is for the evils of the world.
  
• Weapons/Armour:
  
  
  • (Weapon) Witchwood staff - A channeling staff to help concentrate all of the lady enchantress’ spells. The witchwood staff is made from imported wood that was rumoured to, and has since proven it can, conduct magic better than most other woods.
  
  Abilities:
  
  
  • (Trained) Trilingual - With her upbringing and lust for knowledge, it is no surprise that Genevieve would choose to learn Luminian and Common on top of the already known Goblin tongue.
  • (Trained) Combat related light magics - A wide range of combat related light magics are at the disposal of the lady enchantress. From casting focused beams of flesh searing light to casting retina burning flares.
  • (Trained) Cosmetic related light magics - Not all that glitters is gold. With the ability to manipulate and focus light comes the ability to bend how light can be seen. The lady enchantress can make most of the performance related spells from floating coloured orbs to shimmering skin.
  • (Trained) Apprentice Alchemist - While not the most prolific alchemist she knows her way around a potion or two. If needed, she has the means and the know how to produce a range of reliable potions.
  • (Natural) Magic affinity - Known by her people as having the ‘light in her eyes’, Genevieve was born was an inescapable connection to the magical arts.
  • (Natural) Disease resistance - Goblins are less prone to suffer at the hands of plague and disease than other races. Genevieve is no exception.
  • (Natural) Poison resistance - Goblins have a hardy body and immune system that can endure foods and drinks that others might not. This iron stomach is also capable of enduring more poison than others despite their small size.
  • (Natural) Dark vision - Goblins can see better in the dark than most others. While an almost useless skill to have in the realm of light, it is still one the goblins possess to one degree or another.

 

[Fluffy-Kat]

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Species/Race: Demon

Kingdom of Origin: The Broken Legion/Dark Kingdom

Abilities:
Rule: Like her father, Noblesse has control of shadows and over all darkness. However, Desh can use the shadows to create weapons, armor, or as an extension of himself/his senses. With Noblesse, she has her own take on the ability. With her shadows, she can become an elusive shadow herself. She uses the darkness to completely envelope herself, being able to melt into any casted shadow and travel along it.

Smoke n' Mirrors: Noblesse can temporarily become intangible. She can, for a moment, phase in and out of objects (or vice versa) in a sort of black, smokey display. This effect only lasts a couple seconds at a time. She's never held it for longer than 10 seconds, even that is a struggle. But she continues to learn and push her limits.

Combat Strategy: Noblesse learns more and more how to control the power of her abilities everyday but she has the mental game down. The girl is extremely intelligent and won't make a move until shes calculated and assessed every possibility of her situation before choosing the best odds. She prepares herself for anything, and by doing so always seems one step ahead. Some may call it luck, its just careful planning.

Demon Physiology: Thanks to her demonic lineage, the demon girl was born with superhuman strength, agility, and endurance. Not as much as the war-built vampires and lycans, but she can easily be equally matched to a lesser vampire/lycan. After that, she needs to rely on her wits.

Inherited Will: Noblesse's will, much like her father's, bends for no one. Once shes made up her mind, theres no stopping her. The only being that has a decent chance of changing her mind is Desh himself. Don't confuse it with stubbornness, she'll hear what others have to say and take it into consideration, but she'll stick to her morals and values and no one can bend her otherwise.

Hell Sword: Noblesse has a symbol/rune on the palm of her left hand thats used to summon a sword from the depths of the deepest pit in hell. Its the same sword everytime, and its hilt will appear to be sticking out of the symbol on her flesh when she calls upon it. All she has to do is pull it out. When she does the blade appears to be intangible wisps of shadow, but solidifies once held with both hands. This weapon is only borrowed, not owned, from an ancient, long forgotten demon that refuses to show its face on the surface...... (this displays in a flash of violet/purple flame)


Personality:
Due to her lineage/pedigree, in the public eye Noblesse carries a collected, docile presence, appearing rather mature despite her youthful looks. Hiding her true emotion behind the shroud of an emotionless face, she learned this from her father. She never wants others to know what shes thinking, or even have the opportunity to guess. While her guard is still high, and until she decides whether you are friend of foe, you will always see this exterior. She can come off a little aloof at first, being straight to the point with little time for flattery or fluff and will have no shame in pointing it out, especially with any issues of importance or regal matters. If you manage to just scratch the surface youll find that she does have a sense of humor, and laughter is probably the best way to get her to warm up if you strike the right cords. If youve managed to make your way onto her black list theres very little you can do to redeem yourself. Her trust does not come easy, and can quickly be withdrawn if theres good reason. She is wary and cautious and can be a little frightening if you've managed to push her past her limit.

However, much like her father she does have numerous likeable and admirable qualities. Those close to her can find her to be patient, kind, and caring. She has a free spirit and a playful soul, with a touch of mischief that reveals itself as a glint in her eyes. Theres a gentle almost angelic softness about her. In contrast to what her face may show on the outside, she has a full emotional range and can be a little sensitive at times but will never admit it. She was raised to be fair, just, protective of friends/family, and is not one to sit idly by while others suffer. She can be an unforgiving enemy, but a generous ally.

When it comes to men (other than her father) she can be a bit of a feminist and quite stand offish. She doesnt quite know how act around the opposite sex, and she doesnt really care to know how. All she knows is that she can be just as powerful as any man and she isnt shy to prove just that. If need be, she'll put some in their place. With her father, however, its a whole different story. She is practically putty in his hands. She would do anything for that man and often reverts back to her childish ways around him. He is her best friend and she would prefer having drinks with him over flirting with any boy like any other girl. It would be an almost impossible feat to win her heart over.

Blood before love...


History/Bio:
If we start from the beginning, Noblesse was born like any other child, with a mother and a father. It was common with demon families to suffer the loss of a new mother due to child birth. Thats just the way it was, and that's exactly what had happened. Noblesse was raised with out a mother, and she never complained, her father played both roles and she wouldn't have it any other way. As a child shed wonder about the mother she never met, but in fear of upsetting her father she never acted upon the inquiry, and didn't let it grow bigger than just a thought.

Fast forward some years, Noblesse has had time to grow and as the veil of innocence and naivety was lifted from her eyes with age, she's come to realize how crooked of a place the world turned out to be. Under all the fluff and frills of childhood, the outside world is not at all how she expected it. Theres violence, greed, blood shed, and just outright injustices. But what struck her the most was the realization of how others look at herself and her people. If anyone left the borders of the kingdom, they'd find nothing but poor treatment and death if it got that far. Why was it that way, she asked herself. Of course, she wasn't ignorant, she knew full well the calamitous capabilities of demons and other wicked, hellish races, she's heard the stories of how some terrorized human villages, committed murder with out reasonable cause, or were just flat out evil with catastrophic power. But there were individuals like that everywhere, so why are her people targeted to be so feared and hated? Now Noblesse shares the same vision as her father, to have peace and live freely from the tyranny of terror. Her focus grows larger, more big picture the older she gets and the more experienced she becomes. What was once a good and exciting world is now a show of horror. A shrouding veil is replaced by a lens of truth and her people are being chased out of any place or area that isnt the dark corner they came from, theyre slaughtered and persecuted with out being given any chance to prove they deserve otherwise. It just wasnt fair, not to Noblesse. Like any other part of the world, there are good and there are bad. But to subject everyone whos affiliated with one part of the world under the same accusations and treatment just isnt right. More than anything Noblesse just wants equal treatment and chances for the people around her, but knows she won't be able to win that entirely, thats like asking for world peace. Shes vowed to stand up for those who are good, but will never have the opportunity to prove so. She fights with those souls in mind.

However, she struggles everyday on how to do just that.

The demon in her encourages her to force and punish, if other kingdoms act on fear then she'll give them something to be fearful about. In contrast, her gentle soul chooses to be fair and beat the others at their own game, playing by their rules. Theres an internal tug-of-war in the young demoness, who still has so much to learn. Stand above others and prove that herself and her people have the qualities to be treated fairly, or succumb to the labels and chaos, and force her message onto those that refuse. In the mean time, she just wants an end to this war, and finally bring the dark dwellers to light and live freely, just as they deserve.

Job:

Appearance:

Spoiler

Description: Noblesse has a slender yet heavily feminine frame thats often hidden behind armor of some sort. Shes neither fragile/skinny nor particularly muscular or built. A perfect balance thanks to her active upbringing and training. Shes not one to flaunt her womanly, developed attributes and is actually quite embarassed to do so. Her fashion choices are usually pretty modest compared to most women her age or older. She has long, silky, silver hair (inherited from her father) that cascades down to her hips. Her face is probably the only thing that hasnt ditched the baby phase, at first glance she could pass to be younger than she really is, she was blessed with her mother's youth. Noblesse has two different colored eyes, one color from each parent, a very light gold/yellow and a pale blue on the verge of violet. Her lips are smooth and sweet, a perfectly pink tint that stands out against her fair complexion. She has a cheery, contagiously radiant smile when its genuine (if youre lucky or worthy enough to recieve it).

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 120


*** I will say that the photos do not show certain features I have in mind for her, being that she DOES have small horns on her head that look like this....

Spoiler: Horn style

Weapons/Armor/Other Equip.:
Blade of Belegor: One of 3 blades used by a primordial demon, Demon of Chaos, Belegor. Some believe that Belegor doesn't even have a physical form that its just some sort of unseen entity. Then there are those that believe that Belegor does have a body, many bodies and forms. That he/she appears to you in the forms of the most chaotic things/people/situations in your life. Some think that Belegor has one body, but chooses to remain in hell in the form of a demon. No one truly knows for sure, but there are tales and legends that involve some of the first battles on Earth and Belegor, and that Belegor was known for having more than two arms and carried 3 weapons: The Trident, The Axe, and The Blade. Three instruments to carry out Belegor's work onto mortal beings. One, The Blade, is generously being loaned to our local, earthly, young demoness, Noblesse. How she's acquired it, can only be answered by her.
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Armor: She's mostly seen in armor except when behind the closed doors of her home. She'll change out of her armor depending on the occasion. Her armor isn't fully plated, it was made to allow her enough room to strike quickly and move freely while still keeping its protective function.
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Ill think of other stuff....


Other:
-Her favorite color is white, as it resembles purity and is a reminder of hope for her
-She has a weakness for sweet foods, specifically pastries
-She gets upset when she's treated like a child...even though she kinda acts like one
-Enjoys reading in solitude
-Appreciates art in all forms: dance, music, poetry, etc.​

Fave childhood show has to be....uh....hmm....Fairly Odd Parents?

 

[Britt-21]

Name:
Sophia De Lexington

Age:
224

Gender:
Female

Species/Race:
Demon

Kingdom of Origin:
Dark Kingdom

Abilities:
Self Healing - This is what it sounds like, she's able to heal just about anything and everything on herself. Though, some things take longer than others. Broken bones could be a few hours, scrapes or bruises pretty much instantly.

Flamethrower - Anyone would think of a legitamate flamethrower with the name of this ability. But it acts as a flamethrower since Sophia is actually breathing fire like a dragon! Yep, she can breathe fire at will and can cause quite a bit of damage!

Burning Claw - Sophia grows claws which have licks of flames and radiates off heat. With one swipe she can make blood boil. The burn will hurt both inside the wound and out. Depending on the enemy, its possible that this ability wont work. Usually this keeps enemies distracted for her to get the final killing blow.

Fire Nova - Sophia is able to create a ball of fire which she can grow to about the size of a Elephant and cause a massive explosion. She can make small, medium and large (max) Fire novas.

Flame Whip - Sophia is able to summon up a whip of fire which she can use to either whip her enemies or use to capture enemies by their neck or their feet. Usually this would burn the enemy if she wills it to. Which mostly she does.

Telekinesis - She is able to levitate objects and bring them towards her as if she was some sort of witch. Though she mainly uses this for her personal use rather than battling.


Personality:
Sophia is your average attendant, attending to every need of her boss, Desh. She's loyal, respectful and kind. Surprising for her race, right? She is very independant and also very daring. Though she does have a temper when the right buttons are pushed and can get pretty violent due to her demon nature. She loves to tease those close to her and joke with them from time to time. When she isnt attending the ruler, she is off doing her own thing such as visiting her best friend or going into town for a drink at a pub. Sometimes she's sitting in her room reading a book in the castle or relaxing in a bath while humming her favorite tune. For a Demon, she seems to do something that a creature of light would do.

When in town and sees children, she will never hesitate to talk to them or play a little bit of games with them because children and any other small creature were those she had a weakness to. She loves sweets even though she doesnt admit it. Hunting is where Sophia is able to show her true colors, capturing her prey and bringing it back to Desh's humble abode. Though, sometimes when given permission, she'd take them for herself to torture. Sophia loves naps and loves sitting outside a balcony, Her feet dangling and her eyes looking out in the distance. Despite being a demon, she loves flowers, bright ones and vibrant ones. Purple, blue, red, all kinds. Give her a bouqet of these and she'd love them forever...Or until they die that is. When completely lost in rage, she destroys everything within her path, men will be slaughtered, and blood will be everywhere. The only thing that anyone would hear is the screams, on top of the laughter coming from Sophia herself.


History/Bio:
Sophia was a demon who was given life by taking another: Her own mothers. But this is how she came to be, being raised by her father. The man who she loved dearly and always wanted to protect. by the time she was 13, her father had already found a new woman and married her. Two years later, Sophia was told that the woman was with child. At first, Sophia was a little jealous at the fact because the attention wouldnt be on her much anymore. As the months went by, however, she became excited and got over her jealousy. After the nine months had gone by, her sibling was born. A baby brother. Or well, Half-brother. And by rarity, the mother lived. Being a 15 year old, she understood that some demons died, some lived and that it was part of the demon birthing-chain. But what she didnt understand is why she suddenly got shut out. Barely any attention was paid to her, no more fun trips, no more time to spend together, it was all about her baby brother. The happiness that she once had, had vanished and left her feeling unloved, empty. Alone.

How could her father just shut her out the way he did? Sophia couldnt wrap her pretty little head around it and it bothered her to no end. After trying to get back into the picture, she finally gave up when she saw no more home and became basically a ghost in her own home. Finally realising that her little brother had taken her place within the family. Going out and doing what she had to do on her own. Shopping, going on walks, she even hung out with one of her old teachers who knew combat training and taught her a few things. This was where she started to become her own person, keeping herself closed off to almost everyone and working as she needed to. Becoming an Attendant in the process. In becoming an attendant, she was hired to be one for a very rich demon. One of which who did nothing but abuse her and do cruel things without any regret for the young Demoness. Sophia managed to use this to her advantage and become stronger. In many ways she became stronger, but never showed the abuser just what strength she had contrained. Long years later, she was found by the Desh himself and was set free after what he witnessed with her ex boss. He was executed for such cruel punishment and abuse.

After she watched the fate of her ex boss she asked the King if she could be his attendant. Serve him with every need and every want. To her luck, he had accepted accepted and Sophia did everything for him. In fact, she still does till this very day. No matter what the job is, no matter how hard or easy it may be.

Job:
Attendant for Desh

Appearance:

Spoiler: Sophia

***HORNS ARE BLACK***


Weapons/Armor:

Spoiler: Armor

Other:

Dont make her mad.

Spoiler: Dress for important gatherings

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[Ali9910]

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Name: Vanth Eventide

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Species/Race: Human (possessed)

Kingdom of Origin: Born within the Broken Legion

Abilities:
Survival Instinct: Time on the street has led to experiences that have both almost killed Vanth, as well as saved her. During this time, she has developed a second nature for sensing danger. She knows when a situation will go from favorable to dangerous, when the best time to flee is and the odds of winning in a fight. Beyond this, Vanth has developed an impressive sneaking skill, the ability to pick most locks, and how to survive in the harshest climate conditions.

Knife Wielding: In her travels, the one item she has always kept by her side, the one thing she has never pawned or sold is an antique ritual knife, her last line of defense when a deal goes wrong, or she’s caught red handed with no where to go. The young girl has become surprisingly handy with the blade and it is kept on her person at all times.

Spoiler: Future Abilities

Total Possession: Vanth has the ability to relinquish some control of her body to the soul trapped within her, giving her its power. The being then physically manifests itself from within her and lashes out at the enemy. In this form, Vanth can also pull from the demon’s power to accelerate healing of wounds taken in battle.

Demonic Takeover: When in battle the demon has the ability to swap hosts, crippling her opponent from the inside out, attacking the mind from within, but if used too often or on a more powerful opponent, it can leave her weakened, if not completely disabled for the rest of the battle.

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History/Bio:
Vanth had a rough start in life, being born into a rather “unique” situation. Her parents, while inconsequential in the grand scheme of things were extremely ambitious, clawing for any power they could grasp onto considering neither had any of their own. They were poor, desperate and naïve which lead to mistake that cost both of their lives and almost the life of their young impressionable daughter. They began to experiment with something they would soon realize they did not have the power to control.

The foolish humans were playing with powers far beyond what they could comprehend, in a desperate hope to produce a weapon to fight a war they had stumbled into. This experiment was the fruit of their desperation, and they began to experiment with the souls of demons, hoping to harness them and produce a way to use them against their enemies, a foolish attempt indeed.

As they were completing the harvesting, the tortured soul lashed out, killing those who had been causing its suffering, including both of Vanth’s parents. By the time the spirit had reached her however, between the torture and the experiments, it became too weak to attack and instead linked itself to the young girl in an attempt to stay in this realm. It succeeded, but the repercussions for the young girl have been crippling. During the merge, she who was once a simple human, lost all pigment in her skin and hair, her eyes turning a deep red entirely, pupils gone entirely, and two small semi-transparent horns appeared on the top of the young girl’s head, drastically changing her appearance.

With her life ripped out from under her and a second soul along for the ride, Vanth found herself on the streets with no way to care for herself and an ancient being in her head constantly trying to kill her. A young girl with no way to support herself and no one to turn to, she often was left with no other option than stealing what she needed to survive, though often it wasn’t enough. She often went without enough food or water, slept in the streets, or in old abandoned ruins, the only thing keeping her alive, the second soul within her. During these early years she had on more than one occasion tried to rid herself of the thing, simply to just die and let the suffering end, but with no way to sever the anchor and no one for the demon to make as its new host, she ultimately failed every time, the creature unwilling to fade from existence. The opposite was the case however when Vanth made her seldom trips into more populated areas. Often when the demon found a more fit, stronger host, it would take over desperately trying to escape its imprisonment by throwing Vanth into the closest danger it could find, throwing her down embankments, trying to drown her in a river, and even once trying to use her own blade against her. These attempts ultimately failed, the demon being too weak, and he would again become more dormant, giving Vanth the only few times of reprieve since the being had invaded her body.

Personality:
Having been through several traumatic experiences at such a young age, Vanth tends to be rather reserved and defensive in nature. She is generally untrusting of most strangers, especially those of strong demonic presence. The young girl has spent most of her life scared and alone (except for the demon trapped inside her head), causing her to avoid social interactions when possible and keeping to the shadows.

These experiences have had their benefits however. Vanth is extremely resourceful, sneaking when the option is available, stealing when necessary and fighting when there is absolutely no other option. She wants no part in the war currently knocking at the kingdoms’ doorstep, simply having too much to worry about in her own head. This may come off as selfish, but Vanth’s only objective is to become separated from the being anchored to her.

This objective is both her greatest strength and weakness, for it has at times driven her close to madness. Sleep is nearly impossible, having the remnants of a demon that wants her dead keeping her awake with its constant shrieking at all hours of the night. Vanth’s state of mind has led to an overwhelming hopelessness she can’t seem to escape. She has tried, but the soul anchored to her keeps them from meeting their mutual end.

Job: Thief

Appearance:
Vanth has little to no pigment in her skin or long wavy hair, leaving it a stark white against her dark ruby colored eyes. She has a small frame, her growth stunted from malnourishment, leaving her at a rather small five foot for a human. Vanth has small horns at the top of her head, though if one looked close enough they would see that they’re actually partially transparent. In general, with her short stature and pale complexion, one could mistake her as a walking ghost.

Spoiler: Appearance

Weapons/Armor:
Judgement: A dagger which Vanth has had since she was a young girl, it stays with her always and has gotten her through plenty of risky situations. The knife is curved, with a slim, pointed edge and the metal itself is golden, the detailed carvings looking as though the could jump off of the blade. The handle has similar carvings, but with a darker bronze coloring. She keeps it sharp and ready to use at all times.

Spoiler: Dagger

Shadow Armor: After the demon has accepted Vanth as it’s host, she has developed the ability to encase herself or individual body parts in a shroud of shadow and smoke, strengthening her defense against physical attacks as well as preventing any unwanted invasions of the mind.

Spoiler: Armor

Other:
The remnants of the demon which Vanth is possessed by:

Spoiler: Possession

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Favorite Cartoon: Teen Titans

 

[Snackofthefuture]

Logan Fellrikk
- GoldenEye - The Man in Yellow -
- Light Berserker -
Age: 73
Gender: Male
Species: War Elf
Kingdom of Origin: The Earth Kingdom​

Role: Knight equivalent of special forces, Executer
Appearance: 5’11, grey hair, yellow eyes, multiple scars and tattoos of varying intensities and designs

-An almost glass-cannon like damage dealer meant for close combat with intense speed and ferocity combined. Uses a no holds barred explosive fighting style dripping with disregard for self-preservation and any sort of objective other than kill. In Logan's case, he goes about this using 3 to 4 golden short swords of a rare and quite strong metal designed for chopping through blades, light armor, flesh, and bone with relative ease.
-Talks with a bold and brash persona, believes his enemies to belong in the trash, will pursue flares in conversation with a distaste for focusing on a singular topic. Keeps his enemies and allies off guard with a conversation style too jovial for a man as engrossed in the shedding of blood as he. Hated by diplomats, capitalists, and politicians everywhere for his men's insatiable plundering skills and his habit of upending business agreements.

Personality: A jovial and teasing battle maniac, Logan enjoys fighting but finds that the constant warring in the world is grating on his nerves. He's alright with killing but he’s found its a lot more fun, in the long run, to leave your opponents alive so they can come back and try and murder you again. Logan as an independent force is one to be reckoned with, but when backed by his mercenary company, you don't want to be on the same battlefield as him. Confident and bombastic in the heat of combat, Logan knows how to be loud and intimidating waving multiple flashing blades about, casting Earth magic and kicking ass literally, effective as a whole 4 score large infantry unit. Outside of combat, Logan retains his smile despite the lack of cover for his scarring; He wears the marks on his face proudly as he knows he can kill most anyone who might dare to mock him; Some consider him reckless or brutish, but he knows better, Logan just revels in his own strength. More than a little bit unhinged if you ask some.
-Will take the last donut with no remorse
-Doesn't take shit from no one, will probably end up vaporized by some angry god
-Enjoys chess occasionally, is not actually bad at it
-Only barely a man of his word, just because he doesn't speak lies doesn't mean they dont exist.

Motivation: Likes combat but wants to end the war.
Alignment: Chaotic good
Weapon: Carries several golden blades of an unknown and quite strong material on him at all times, skilled in martial arts and blessed with strength and speed far greater than that of a normal man. Likes melee combat the most but is a good shot with a bow and is quite adept in Plant magic.
- The Shining blades of Yeo: Four blades of a quite strong material lost to the sands of time. Logan found the blades while hiding within a small cave after his first mercenary company was destroyed. The blades were at the bottom of a shallow and murky pool within the depths of the narrow cavern, no rust or damage upon them at all. An old ghoul desiccated to the brink of destruction guarded the blades and fought to the bitter end to keep them. Logan had to rip the ghouls head off before it would stop. They haven't received any real damage as of yet and Logan rarely needs to sharpen them.
Equipment: A Whetstone for his blade, an old book of tattered pages and history of life in the Earth kingdom.
Abilities: Enhanced strength, speed and agility, tough as nails determined, enthusiastic for fighting.
- Ambidextrous
- Master Swordsman
- Skilled in command
- Effective ambusher
- Good at navigation
- Plant and Earth Magic of low level skill: Can summon vines to grapple opponents, flowers to poison and other plants to hinder and disturb. The Earth magic can be used to summon and control small amounts of stone and earth about the size of a couch or pillar at most.

Bio: Born and raised on the border of the Light kingdom and Earth kingdom, Logan spent much of his early life in a verdant, beautiful land; and then it collapsed. After barely escaping the ruined and war torn land, the man came to the Light Kingdom capital as an immigrant finding work as a guard before signing up for a 20,000 strong mercenary company known as the Red Skull Division. Battling alongside the warriors in the unit for many years, Logan eventually found he adored the rush of adrenaline that came with battle. Over time and many campaigns, Logan picked up many skills and learned the intricacies of leading men and surviving combat. He apparently learned this last lesson quite well as later on his whole unit was annihilated by the Kingdom of Darkness with him as the only survivor. He says he holds only a slight grudge at this point despite having lost many close friends in the carnage; he says the loss inspired him to start his own unit, "The Golden Butchers", which in his apparent opinion has more than made up for it. He can be a bit of a bad liar at times. Is now looking to find the strongest nation and either join them or fight them to the bitter end.
Either way is fine with Logan.
The unit Logan currently leads is a 4,000 strong shock troop unit split into 4 Battalions. Command of the unit was given to Logan by his boss shortly before the destruction of the Red Skull Division. He has more soldiers under his command elsewhere but he dare not play his whole hand so early for whichever nation he comes to.
-Has a lot of mercenary connections
-Knows some former Earth Kingdom government officials and Light kingdom folk
-Connected to a Reincarnation Cult known as The Growing Way

Other:
Symbol:
Amazing World Of Gumball

 

[slim]

Name: Nadian Kashara
Race: Elavatum
Age: 238
Gender: Female


Kingdom of origin: Igneium

• appearance
• personality
• History

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  Nadian's white hair and gleaming scales are the signature look for the royal line. She is entirely covered in scales, with the bigger, stronger scales covering her tail and torso and thinning and shrinking as they near the face, neck, and hands. Her nails are sharp but shortened (a sign of civilization) and her teeth are pointed but shaved down as well, with her fangs barely observable unless her mouth is open. Her eyes are the same golden shade as her scales with the signature slit of a snake. Her tongue is rounded enough so that she can speak but is still forked.
• Nadian is hardened from years of isolation and never actually knowing love for most of her life. The birth of her son helped give her some nurturing and taught her kindness. He was the first person to ever give her pure, unfaltering love and she knew she had to protect him. Her parents had never given her love and she had never gotten the opportunity to. She was robbed of it and she didn't want that to ever happen. And then Rahza, her precious Rahza died. It felt like a stab in the gut from the universe, like nothing she ever went through would be good enough to quench the universe's thirst. His death hardened her more than she expected nor realized. Something died that day along with Rahza and Nadian hides her pain well from others since she's never been able to open up or lean on someone. No matter how much Nadian grows up she could never shake off that independent nature, that power to detach from emotional concerns. She's not a harsh, soulless tyrant, simple a woman who's been robbed of what she loved most in the world. Perhaps that creates a monster, perhaps not. The need for power is what Nadian's people were raised knowing of, a drug that could drive them insane. It festered in her brother, her mother, her father, her grandparents, her great grandparents...it festersin her and her children. It all depends on what Naadian chooses to do with this thirst of her own.
• Nadian and her twin, Karkos, were both born to Divine Ruler Jalla and is wife, Veria. Nadian was born first but her father refused to have his female heir on thr throne and insisted that Karkos was the first born. Jalla made the priests and advisers to never tell the true lineage of the children before sacrificing themselves, and the twins grew up under the knowledge of what had been told to them. More than one child of a Divine Ruler had only been recorded twice in Igneium's history and it was clearly noted that the second-born's powers were considerably weaker than the firstborn's, and in this case it was no different. By age 3 Nadian was already immune to fire and often hiding in braziers and playing in shallow magma pools while her brother could only watch from afar. Nadian was making leaps while Karkos slowly but surely followed, but it wasn't enough and people were beginning to question. The advisers knew they had to follow their previous Divine Ruler's instructions, but how?
  
  They started feeding her a special kind of poison to inhibit her powers when she turned 15 and her powers were getting stronger and uncontrollable, and it worked, at least for a while. She soon was very ill and became bedridden which the advisers were alarmed at and soon lowered the dose since killing the ruler would be inexcusable and not what her father instructed. They simply needed her out of the public's eyes so her brother could dazzle the citizens with his power and be seen as the god they needed and respected. Nadian was made to believe she was sickly and was moved underground to her own chambers where she was fed poisoned food and the only person she had to talk to was the servant who attended to her. The poison often had Nadian bed ridden and only able to walk around the room or eat before collapsing, but she was still growing and soon couldn't be stopped by just poison. The advisers decided they needed to go above and beyond and finally found some enslaved hexers they bought from one of the affluent citizens who they were in kahoots with for a hefty price. They were bound to the advisers and introduced as Nadian's personal servants and spent time with her and instructed not to tell her of what they were actually doing. Once again Nadian's powers receded as the hexers cursed her continuously. By the time Nadian was 18 her brother was ascended to the throne and the advisers decided it was safe to introduce her to the public once more but still needed her under control. Although she was sickly and had a pretty poor reputation, she was still royalty and quite beautiful despite her dull scales that were a light tan color opposed to the golden color she had before they began poisoning her.
  
  They had her wed off to a wealthy distant cousin named Gorro and sent the hexers along with her as a wedding present and explained what he needed to do to ensure the illusion was still maintained. It was the first time Nadian got to truly see her kingdom and was quite disappointed. Her brother only cared for the army and rubbing elbows with the Northern Ring citizens, but she saw how everyone else was faring and she could see the misery and lack of resources most citizens suffered without. Her new home was lavish enough and Gorro was...an experience. He left her alone with the hexers and house slaves for the most part who were ordered not to talk to her, so she entertained herself like she did when she was younger and simply talked to herself and explored on the days the hexers secretly cursed her less so she could have enough energy to go about. She busied herself in the library and always wanted to help out in the kitchens preparing food and enjoyed watching the guards spar in the courtyard. When Gorro was home there was little interaction and he barely looked at her until he finally declared he needed a heir. Nadian fought tooth and nail but Gorro didn't care about her say in the matter and the hexers weakened her once more despite the immense guilt they felt as Gorro dragged her weakened body to his chambers.
  
  Nine months later a healthy baby boy was born that Nadian ignored most of the time out of pure anger at the situation, but she couldn't help but marvel at the baby. His scales were a blazing golden orange and he had soft brown hair and gold eyes just like her. She was a child who was forced to take care of a baby and without the servants she would have most likely gone mad with all the crying and fussing and feeding. The hexers were instructed to lessen the curses so that Nadian would be able to handle child birth but her powers came leaping back quickly and she got a taste of what she had been missing for so long. It made her feel alive, something she hadn't felt since she was a child. She thought the birth of her son had somehow caused her powers to strengthen, but when the child grew and the hexers once again began cursing her and she felt going back to that sickly state she fought tooth and nail and the hexers were having a hard time containing her. Gorro began writing to her brother and Nadian found a response his advisor had sent.
  
  Gorro,
  
  I will supply more hexers in a week's time. Just keep her confined inside for now until then.
  
  L. P
  
  He hadn't put his official signature on the document, but she knew it was him, the main adviser who had been the one who sent her off to be married, the one who had sent her underground, the one who had watched her like a hawk when she was a babe. Her anger ignited the paper and it was nothing more than ashes in her palm. She didn't know what to do but she knew for a fact she needed to get away from this house, this prison. Her rage ignited a fire so deep not even the hexers could keep her down. She grabbed some clothes, jewelry and gold from her husbands stash, and Rahza who was confused at why he was being taken from home. Nadian didn't know where to go. She fled to the Southern Ring and got a room in one of the smaller inns and tried to think of a plan to get out of the city. The next morning she found a merchant willing to take her and Rahza to Ferr and soon the two had a new life. She disguised herself and Rahza with ash to make their scales look light so they wouldn't be recognized as royals and she used the money and jewels to buy a modest home and got a job as a barmaid. Her powers returned to her and she was amazed at how powerful she felt. It was like she had been some shell of herself and finally felt like her. Rahza was becoming powerful as well and Nadian encouraged it, often taking him out to the desert to practice and she joined too. It was a quaint life but a nice one. She made friends, found interests and raised her son who was a vibrant and mischievous and inherited the looks that ran in the family and soon had a trail of annoying school girls that Nadian had to fight off with a broom. Nadian was happy for the first time in her life and content to stay where she was.
  
  However, in Igneum, Karkos found out the devastating truth about his heritage from Victor, the leader of Hydra he employed due to the increasing amount of wars. Viktor had done his job and brought his findings to the Divine Ruler but was met with wrath. He had never been close to his sister due to her "illness," but the advisers spilled the information on that too when he threatened them. His life was a lie, but he needed to ensure that only himself, Viktor, and his advisers took that knowledge to the grave with them. He had his men search the city although he knew she wouldn't stay in the same city after Gorro had told him she left with their child. She was somewhere else in the kingdom. He sent his army to every city in the kingdom, even to the ruins. His entire lifestyle was in jeopardy as long as she breathed.
  
  Nadian didn't know until it was too late, and she saw the army enter the city. Once again she ran home to get Rahza, but he was gone. She flew into a panic and searched high and low, asking neighbors and shoppkeepers who eventually told her he had gone to the festival with a "lady friend." She was relieved at first until she saw the festival area was in a state of chaos with broken stalls and small fires and everything in disarray. Surely they hadn't recognized Rahza, she knew he was aware of how important it was to cover his scales. She searched the entire city and was about to go back home and see if he had returned when she spotted the army at the gates as they were getting ready to depart. She saw the person at the very head of the line and her heart dropped. Gorro...and tied up and on his mount's back was a familiar gleam of golden scales that had been washed clean. She had to force herself to not attack, no matter how fast her powers were returning, they wouldnt be enough to take on the army and Gorro as well.
  
  I promise you that I'll find you my darling. She promised as she watched them depart. They were using him as bait and she'd take it, but when she had a better chance.
  
  Nadian followed on foot (or rather tail) through the great Desert and plains of Igneium. She was starving and fatigued as the days grew but nothing would deter her. Still, she was mortal afterall and soon she succumbed to the elements and passed out. A group of slavers found her and threw her along with the others thinking she was a regular Gorgon due to her scales still covered in ash. She was too malnourished and weak to be sold as a slave and so she woke up in the cells of the Cage. She had never attended any of the Fight Games and now her first experience would be dying in one it seemed. She was fed enough to give her enough energy to get up but they didn't allow her to recover. She was simply meant to die and entertain, not fight. Her hair was chopped off and she was brought out in the arena where she was greeted with jeers and boos and chained to the wall along with several others. She tried asking what was going on but the other slaves were half dead or unresponsive, contemplating their approaching doom. She was confused as to what was going on until she saw Rahza who didn't seem to be in a better state being dragged out and tossed to the ground where he laid for a moment before slowly getting to his feet. Her heart swelled when she saw him and she begged to reach for him and wrap him in a hug and apologize for everything, but her relief was short lived when she realized what their plan was. The gate opened and a giant Arechid emerged. She was frozen in shock as she watched a Reaper let an arrow fly that hit her son square in the chest. There wasn't any time to react. She watched her son fall to his knees as the Arechid immediately engulfed him. It lasted five agonizing minutes and Nadian couldn't even scream or cry. Rahza, her only happiness in this world..was gone. Slowly her rage came back but this time it completely engulfed her. Her fatigue vanished and nothing but pure bubbling, seething wrath settled in and took over all of her senses. The Arechid now done with its meal approached Nadian and the others. Nadian saw the blood on its fangs and legs and that made her lose it. The manacles on her wrists melted off and she finally tapped down deep into that primordial power. She let out a torrent of blue flame that burned the Arechid to a crisp, and then she kept throwing fire at it, over and over until the ground was bubbling lava and she was screaming and crying and running to the body—well, what was left of it. She was wracked with sobs as she crouched over the remains of her son, not even notcing the complete stillness the Cage had fallen under. The spell was broken when Nadian tore her eyes from the ravaged body of her son upwards, saw the face who still hadn't fit all the pieces together and had killed her son, her only joy.
  
  "You, you fucking bastard. You killed my son just because you couldn't find me.? I would've given myself willingly just so he could live, but no, you got him, and now you're going to regret every second I'm alive because it means nothing but pain. I never cared for the palace or ruling but you couldn't let me be happy could you? I'm sick of being controlled! Now pay for your crimes, brother!"
  
  Nadian screamed as loud as she could at him. She saw the recognition in his eyes but it was too late. With a roar she was engulfed in flames and began sending fireball after fireball towards her brother.
  Citizens screamed and fled and the Cage started crumbling as the two fought. She was seeing red as she let attack after attack fly towards her scoundrel of a brother and eventually the Cage began collapsing. Her brother was in the stands throwing flames at her but it too crumbled and he was sent plummeting to the floor of the Cage that was now bubbling lava. Nadian stalked closer, her scales gleaming a brilliant shade of gold glow as the fire and lava had stripped her of the pale white color revealing her true image. His fear was palpable and she reveled in it.
  
  "Nadian, I-" She sent the molten rock flying at him and sent him crashing backwards into the lava and she wasted no time forcing the lava to hold him down. They stared at each other, neither one recognizing the other but recognizing each other in one another. she grabbed his chin, forcing him to stare into her eyes.
  "You will be nothing more than a distant memory. You will not join our family's spirits, you will burn here with your ashes and your name will be stripped from every book, every letter. Your statues will be torn down, your very image will be erased from the history of Igneium for what you did to my son. Goodbye, brother." Nadian spat the last word out as she dug her fingers into his skin and the smell of charred flesh began present as he started to scream. She watched as her fire melted his skin like wax as he screamed until he couldn't anymore, until she had his skull in her hands with charred flesh hanging off and then, finally the lava was allowed to claim his body that his magic no longer protected. She was found hours later when the people dared to see what had happened, clutching her son's ring she had gotten from his arm that had been torn off. She was taken to the palace and stayed in her room for weeks. Igneium was in a state of chaos as the news swept across the kingdom that Victor has rushed to spread after the incident. The true Divine Ruler had returned.
  
  When she finally ventured out of her room, she was a different person, now hardened by loss and with the blood of her brother on her hands. She got rid of the advisers and had Garro hunted down and executed first. She then had her son's remains burned in the Matur so that he could join his family in the Naja. There was a lot of speculation when she took the throne, especially with the confusing and twisted story of her childhood, although her brother's untimely end was a display that she was far from weak like they previously thought. She worked on righting the kingdom from her brothers poor decisions and did her best adjusting to her new life and the loss of her son. Bit by bit she overcame her grief as the years passed and the kingdom soon flourished. Her anger at Viktor turned into a grudge as she employed the use of his services as her brother had, but eventually her grudge turned into a friendship..and then love. It was something she had never experienced and she closed herself off a lot but he broke every defense. She finally allowed herself to open up and she once more was pregnant, this time to a set of twins. She now rules the life she was meant to all along, but with a sense of purpose. One purpose in particular is now her true goal,

✧Abilities✧
✧Snake Endurance✧
(racial)
The scales on Nadian's tail and torso are as hard as diamonds which can ward off most penetrating weapons. She also has increased strength, speed,and stamina compared to say a human. Her senses are also much better, especially her sense of smell which she uses her nose and tongue for. She also is able to sense body heat.

✧Temptress's Gaze✧
(racial)
Gorgons are known for their hypnotizing stare, especially the women. Being an Elavatum means this gaze is increased tenfold, meaning Nadian can usually lasso in people much faster and even get them talking. Any loud distractions or the subject's willpower can deter the effects. Only one person at a time can be affected.

✧Kiss of the Serpent✧
(racial)
venomous bites were used in the olden days when Gorgons were nothing more than hunters who had enlarged fangs. Over time they receded, with Elavatum's fangs vanishing almost completely. However, Nadian's line has kept theirs, albeit much smaller those of their ancestors, and the venom isnt lethal. Instead it paralyzes and causes hallucinations for a duration of about an hour. nadian is also immune to most poisons and venomous bites.

✧Elemental Control✧
Nadian is a child of the flame and has mastery of all things fire. She can create giant pillars, tornadoes, and tendrils of flame that can burn blue and melt most materials and living creatures. If her fire melts the ground and creates lava, she can manipulate it as well. She can shape fire to either serve as armor or defensive walls that burn things before they can even touch her.

✧Flame Absorption✧
Nadian can absorb fire attacks and use it to boost her own abilities and stamina temporarily. She can also negate other fire attacks or simply quench the flames.

✧Creation✧
Nadian can use her fire to create fiery beings under her control, although her control wanes after a period of time and depends on how many she has created.

✧Lava Manipulation✧
One unique power is Nadian's ability to manipulate lava/magma. It's often used as protection but can be used as powerful offensive attacks.



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[shadowz1995]

Name: Victor Kashara

Age: 126

Gender: Male

Species/Race: Dark Elf

Kingdom of Origin: Oceanius

Abilities:​

CQC Master- Growing up as harshly as he did means that Victor needed to learn how to survive under any circumstances. Add years of training on top of that and there are few that match Victor in skill, in hand-to-hand and dagger/knife combat.

Deception: One doesn't become the Master of Thieves in Linhael by being honest. Victor is a master of twisting the truth and spinning webs of lies and deception. Whether it be to sabotage his enemies, bring someone to see his side of things, or just to slip past a heavy guard patrol. His skill in deception and acting are legendary.

Sleight of Hand- The more you think you know, the less you actually see. The ability speaks for itself.

Enhanced Senses- Given his already heightened elven senses, Victor has not been able to speak. So, instead he's had to listen, see, feel and smell much more than others. This means these four senses are tuned to an extra fine point. Sharper than a razor's edge. Of course, this also means that sudden flashes of light or spontaneous loud noises will easily stun him if he wasn't expecting it.

Mind of a Tactician- One does not simply run a global underground operation of thieves. Victor is a strategist and his decades of leading this organization have only served to further improve his strategic mind. This functions very well both in and out of combat.

Stealth- Master thief and a dark elf. Nuff said. He's hard as hell to detect even for people within enhanced senses.

Silent Heart- Victor doesn't have much in the way of use of his water abilities but with extensive training, he has found himself being able to slow his heart beat to such a low, that he could be considered dead. This, coupled with his low body temp, has served him well in the past when he has had to fake a false identity's death.

Resistance to cold- Water kingdom passive attribute. Nuff said.

Elven nature- Normally, his elven blood would allow him to connect with animals but since he never had anyone to show him how, he found himself incapable of using it. Though, due to Victor's love of snakes, he was able to break that block and can commune with serpents or serpentlike creatures.

Personality:​

Victor is, as you would imagine, incredibly cold. He sees the world through a very icy scope due to his upbringing because he had everything taken from him and given no mercy time and time again. So, he naturally ended up being as emotionless and cold hearted as the Queen of Blood herself. Still, surviving as long as he did is a testament to his unbelievable will to live and thrive.

The man is as cold as he is intelligent; cunning. His personality is abrasive to say the best. There are very few people that he shows respect to and even less to people he GENUINELY respects, rather than out of necessity. While he is abrasive and cold, Victor is far from harsh or cruel. He does show kindness, mercy, and even pity to those in similar situations as him when he was a kid. He actually has a dislike for killing as well. He'd rather not take a life if he can help it. The "warmer" side of his persona is strictly reserved to those he considers family. In that tree, there are only three individuals who fit the bill. His wife and kids.

History/Bio:​

Victor was conceived and born in the underground of Oceanian Kingdom. In a world embroiled by war, his parents were worse off then most and thats saying something. His parents were street urchins that were living off of scraps and Victor came at a bad time. His birth was in the came just as the land was freezing over. When the time for slum rats was at its most dangerous. Naturally, his birth mother fell ill right after his departure from the womb and passed away in the night, her freezing corpse still desperately trying to keep nubile Victor warm. His father followed shortly after, leaving Victor orphaned within a few days of his birth. The current pickpocket was left in the clutches of his mother's arms for several days before a middle aged man by the name of Kandros Anguis had come across him and actually took pity. Victor was a poor sight, incredibly weak, cold, starving, and sick from the days that had passed by. He had already cried so hard and so loud that he had actually permanently damaged his larynx, which is one of the main reasons he doesn't talk much in the present. The poor child no longer had the strength to cry, though he still desperately clung to life. Kandros had to pry him out of his mother's necrotic grip and rush to the nearest healer.


It had been close but Victor's life was saved. Kandros had taken him in as his own child and raised him throughout the years. He owned a small inn that he liked to call Siren's Song that attracted all kinds of patrons. It served as a pseudo-bar in the world and a safe haven for many. Criminals, guards, mercenaries, vandals, hunters, and commonfolk. Even the occasional VIP would visit. Kandros was a sour and complex old man. He had very strange ideals and views of the world, with an incredibly strict demeanor but he never cut corners with Victor. He always spoke to him as if he was a grown man. While this may have never given Victor the chance to have a real childhood, he grew up quickly and was much wiser than his years told. He was taught how to run the tavern by himself by the age of 12 and the regulars addressed him as if he was the apprentice of the establishment. During his time there, he learned many interesting stories from the patrons. They told him great tales of war and triumph. About how someone was able to sneak into enemy territory and bring down an entire settlement (that no one had heard of) overnight based on information alone. Or how one man was able to fend off 7 trained bounty hunters at once. Most of them probably weren't true but they were tall tales that Victor greatly enjoyed. It was probably the only moment he got to be a kid.


Alas, peace is never eternal. One night, while Victor and Kandros were running the bar together, several vandals tried to ruin the bar for no reason other than they found it entertaining. The world was a cruel place now filled with even crueler people due to the war that had claimed so many. Victor did not know how to fight and Kandros was too old to handle multiple opponents. The Siren's Song was trashed and both old and young males were brutally beaten. The city "security" arrived several hours later to come across a deceased old man and a fatally broken child.


When he awoke, Victor realized how powerless he was. The Siren's Song had been burned to the ground and Victor lost the only home he ever knew along with the only Kin he ever had. He blamed himself for what happened and cursed his weakness. He vowed then, broken and distraught, to never let anyone trample upon him or his loved ones ever again. Homeless and bitter, Victor turned to pickpocketing and thieving to get by. The ravaged world didn't want a nearly mute, weak, homeless child and so he came to the decision, "If life wont give me a break, then I'll take it without asking."


The young child trained his body after he recovered for years until he was old enough to lead a band of thieves and hunters called Serpentine. They specialized in stealing anything worth anything and leaving absolutely no traces of their presence. Serpentine were also well-organized hunters as another source of payment.


The small elite group did not discriminate in their targets. They stole from guards, hunters, mercenaries, murderers, saints, Raiders, and even other thieves. They were ruthless, ghost-like, and wealthy as far as the thieves went. They were well-stocked on supplies and medicine for a group as small as theirs.


Through his experiences, Victor became an absolute master of stealth and deception. Having no voice forced him to listen far more intently than any normal person could. Victor's sense of sight and sound was sharpened to a needle sharp point.


He became a master of sleight of hand, hand-to-hand combat, dagger usage, and developed an incredible knack for strategy and tactics. His hunting job demanded he become a crack shot bowman as well. With his guidance and skill, his small cell of hunters became threats to be recognized.


Under normal circumstances, Serpentine would have been an infamous group of thieves/hunters and their deeds would be told across the kingdoms. The difference was that Serpentine had never left any traces of their presence. No one knew who they really were nor what they were truly capable of. They were the scary stories that men and women told each other while gathered around the campfire. With Victor earning the title, Hydra, king of the snakes among his peers.

There are now branches of Hydra's organization in every kingdom but the overall force remains as it began. A small, elite group of thieves and hunters that all work for the king of snakes.

A title that took a very ironic.... and literal connotation once the events that brought Queen Nadian to power unfolded. At first, it was obvious that the woman wanted him dead. Why wouldn't she? While it was indirectly, he was the cause for all of her sorrow and despair. Victor was just doing his job as a thief and as an informant but it gained a very powerful enemy. He wouldn't have been surprised if that was going to be the end of him right then and there. Still, the elf did not quiver nor shake before her fiery wrath. Successors in event of his untimely demise had been placed long ago and he had no one and nothing to leave behind. That's the kind of man he was for many, many years. A man with nothing to lose. That's why he was so good at what he did.

The Queen decided to spare him and instead, use him as an informant during the infantile stages of her rule. Nadian proved to be a much wiser and clear-headed ruler, unlike her sibling and with leadership and his hidden blade, the kingdom's situation made what could onlly be described as a 180. Despite being in the middle of a massive war.

As time went on, the Queen's ire towards him lessened a great deal. The relationship was what could be described as amicable. But slowly, something budded from it that neither parties had any real experience with. When it came to affection and love for another person, they were both as clueless as the other but through those learning moments, two heirs were brought into the fold. Twins that were raised much differently than the twins who came before them and had a much better future in sight.

Provided the war doesn't wipe everyone off the map...

Job: Thief/Informant

Weapons/Armor:


Victor more often than not wears simple but functional black leather armor. Strong enough to stop the average blade and maneuverable enough to not impede his agility. That being said, Victor will often change outfits to suit his environment when on incognito missions and only dawns the black thief gear for "work". Something he doesn't do much of anymore.

His weapons vary from missions to mission but he generally sticks with a hidden blade made of steel somewhere on his body. Always one as it is easier to conceal. Rarely will he openly carry a bow anywhere unless he is using another identity or persona for gathering information.

Other: He's a cold boi​

 

[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

Name: Mihai Morganthau

Age: Appears to be around 10

Gender: Male

Species/Race: Pureblood Vampire

Kingdom of Origin: Outskirts of Oceanius

Abilities:
-Minor blood magic
-Vampiric Tenacity to a smaller extent due to his young age

Personality: Mihai is normally a quiet boy, keeping to himself when in the presence of others, such as during a meeting where he attends with his mother, preferring to be seen and not heard especially when in the presence of other important vampires. However, in the presence of his mother or similar people he feels comfortable around he is generally a happy and chatty young vampire, no less curious and inquisitive of the wider world around him. Interestingly enough he maintains a shy curiosity when encountering outsiders, often wishing to know more about them and what they do in their own kingdoms.

History/Bio: Mihai's story is rather short by comparison to most vampires, being born to Luiza and a vampiric Count, affectionately known as Mad Otto, who fell in a battle not soon after, Luiza having then taken his war hammer to use as her own. Mihai knew very little want or pain growing up to a young boy, his every need and want catered to by Luiza and her handmaidens. Being born at a time of Luiza's growing power allowed for such luxuries to be in his life. This sheltered and pampered up bringing has lead him to become somewhat naive but the overwhelming protection given to him by his coven more than make up for his poor decision making at times. Mihai has spent most of his life in his coven, playing, learning, and many of the similar things that affluent children tend to do. Aside from his birth, Mihai has yet to make any notable mark on history

Job: Honorary Viscount

Appearance:

Weapons/Armor: A small ornate dagger he keeps on his person at all times

Other: Noted for his clean youthful looks, his mother Luiza is never far behind him, and he's noted to be the only one that can make her smile in a genuine way.

 

[Ali9910]

​

Name: Eira Wren Hallewell

Age: 35

Gender: Female

Species/Race: Mountain Fae

Kingdom of Origin: Oceanius Empire

Abilities:
Healing: Eira can use her water magic to heal combat wounds soldiers take in battle. She can stitch together gashes and heal various other wounds like bone fractures. She is even capable of repairing more severe damage such as spinal injuries and other types of nerve damage.

Shield: On the battlefield, Eira can throw up barriers of water or ice in order to protect herself and the people around her, shielding her from combat to bide time to help her allies. It can also be used as a way to weaken more powerful attacks before they reach her or the victim.

Ice Armor: When in combat and about to take a physical blow, Eira can use ice to freeze over parts of her body to lessen the impact of the blow. Essentially, she creates a concentrated shield over the target area to lessen the blow. This helps protect her as she is rather weak physically.

Personality:
Having spent a good first portion of her life in almost complete isolation, it is understandable that Eira is a rather quiet and reserved person, often only speaking when directly spoken to or when prompted. Rather than spending time with others, her nose can often be found wedged into some kind of book pertaining to magic or something of the nature. She keeps to herself primarily when not working, simply because it is what she is used to, not because she dislikes company. Eira is independent, strongly motivated and takes pride in the work that she does.

Once that barrier is broken and she gets passed her initial uncertainty for people, Eira is an extremely caring person. Naïve at times perhaps due to her inexperience in social environments, but she is well meaning and keeps the best interest of the people she works with in mind, a common trait in most healers.

With her patients and her trainees though she is an entirely different being. Rather than remaining quiet and cautious around others, she is stern and to the point. She will not tolerate any form of disobedience when it comes to a patient’s orders to heal properly and she does not take back talk and certainly will not allow slacking off in her midst. Eira takes healing extremely seriously and is very diligent in her work. Eira goes above and beyond for the people she heals but in return she expects the same 110% effort on their side as well.

History/Bio:
Eira grew up in the snowy peaks on the outskirts of the Oceanius Empire. Isolated from most all civilization, she had never really interacted with more than a handful of people, including her mother. There is where she began to develop her powers, realizing her gift for the healing magics at a rather young age. She spent many years alone with her mother, honing her skills and developing her magic to both survive and to help others.

For a time, she was content with this life, no war at their door, just a simple life, but over time Eira became restless (as most young adults often do) and she decided she wished to venture elsewhere, to learn more than she could in such an isolated environment. Eira realized she had not reached her full potential and for that reason, she began her journey down the mountain she had known her entire life.

The journey was hard, but the young fae girl had grown accustomed to the harsh conditions of the snowy peaks which she called home. Her survival instinct kept her alive in the frigid temperatures and the dangerous storms. Before long, she reached her first real experience of civilization. This new experience was both jarring and exciting for the young girl at the time. Eira made many blunders when she first arrived, but over time she began to grow accustomed to the constant buzz of the empire, making her living here and there through various odds and ends and helping people when she could.

Her original plan of exploring the world slowly faded to the back of her mind as she settled in this new place. Eventually her curiosity towards the healing arts lead her to joining the famous Oceanius Empire’s military where she began to study more about her gifts and the capabilities she possessed. She improved greatly in the first few years and gained a small reputation for her skill and knowledge in the craft.

Job: Oceanius Empire Healer

Appearance:
Eira has a slim figure, slightly below average height, but her posture makes her seem a bit taller than she actually is. Her long black hair falls to the middle of her back, but she often keeps it tied back for work. The contrast of her dark hair emphasises the paleness of her skin and eyes. Her eyes are the color of clouded ice. She is very well kempt and properly dressed, ready to go on a moment’s notice.

Weapons/Armor:
Eira doesn’t carry any physical weapons other than her medical supplies. However, in more pressing situations she may conjure a stake like icicle as a last-ditch effort to protect herself in physical combat. Her armor is lightweight, it is more focused on mobility rather than on protection because as a healer she would not normally see the front lines of battle.

 

[Snackofthefuture]

Sebastien Iroh/Mr. Roh
The Merchant of Harvest - Noctus Illumni Castium Fo - Mr. Roh - Corpse Watcher
-Merchant/Master Arcane Researcher-
Oceania​

Kingdom of Origin: Earth/Water Kingdom border
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Motivation: "I WILL triumph over the carrion and misery that infests this world, and perhaps, after my victory, I will share the spoils of my conquest with the rest of you. Of course, that depends on how willing you are in assisting me. I will achieve Nirvana, with or without you."
"I desire the truth of things, don't stand in my way parasite. I promise I will enjoy stomping you into a bloody stain."
"Don't interrupt me when im cookin."

Age: 38
Species: Human Rumored to be a revenant of sorts (?)
Gender: Male
Physical Traits: 6'3, 168 lbs, brown eyes
Equipment: Carries a strange large staff and countless bags and pouches for miscellaneous items
Weapon: A large carving knife, Powerful magic, a merchant's silver tongue, The Mantle of Redesign

Personality-
An adventurous and quite crazy intellectual who thinks of himself as above the common man, Roh is a master Arcane Researcher in the nation of Oceania. With an arrogance honed by suffering, Sebastien Iroh The Merchant of Suffering and Corpse Watcher of the Oceanian Coasts provides a service very appreciated in the realm of Oceania. A weapons manufacturer, doctor and researcher of powerful old magics and artifacts, Sebastien is curious, studious, attentive with a tongue that oozes contempt and casual bitterness. Roh bows to very few and never serves anyone with the intention of doing so for very long, unless their interests are very much aligned. Oceania and Iroh are both very lucky to be so compatible, as otherwise, they'd most certainly be at odds.

Roh has found many benefactors and generous merchants who are oh so willing to generate large sums of cash for Iroh's long work.
Slow and methodical are words to describe Mr. Roh but vicious and steadfast suit him better when in need of intensity. The Merchant of Harvest's work is one in much need of abundant energy as the work is quite old and much forgotten. Sebastien is coming close to a solution of sorts however, with time and attention along with some possible outside help, he will find the answer to his much-despised problem. Sebastien is confident in his work and will do anything to see it come to fruition, so he is entirely and utterly willing to do as much work and of whatever sort asked of him by the Oceanian Empire.
-Bright, diligent with a resourceful survivalist attitude, Roh is good at adaptation
-A fan of tragedies and historical dramas
-Chews his pencils ruthlessly
-Impatient and angry with the world


Bio-
Sebastien Iroh is an Arcane Researcher in service of the Oceanian Court, studying and learning war magic and eldritch abilities to further the ends of the Empire. Born on the Water and Earth Kingdom border towards the end of Earth's lifespan, Sebastien grew up in a war zone caring nothing for national allegiance in a world torn asunder. Using his wits and a violent temper along with a little amateur magic, Sebastien escaped his life of poverty and desperation to become an academic, studying magic history and Ancient Knowledge. Using newfound knowledge, a degree from a prestigious magic college and a ruthless streak honed by the horrors of war Sebastien then entered the realm of politics. Working behind the scenes, using lies and deceit, murder and theft, all things Roh has become efficient in the use of as a player in the politics of Oceania.

The Oceanian Imperial Court is not a place for those not accustomed to violence and cunning like it were an everyday chore. Luckily for Roh, some of the skills found and trained in a war-torn wasteland can be used fairly well in the suffocating world of political intrigue. Adapting to the climate thick with espionage and assassination further sharpened the senses of the academic, making him into one helluva mean bastard. Roh's connections in the underworld are one of his greatest assets allowing him access to assassins of the highest grade and products of excessive rarity and quality.
Currently intrigued to a fanatic degree with the idea of continuous life and biological weapons.
-The type that'd mercilessly execute enemy prisoners if unsure of his own life's security
-Doesn't sleep much but when he does, it's to a good book and probably during the day
-Favorite food is toasted bread and jam, favorite drink is the mimosa

Other:

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[Soviet Panda]

Name: King Otrygg Dawnahmmer.

Age: 298

Gender: Male

Species/Race: Dwarf

Kingdom of Origin: Oshus.

Abilities: Like all dwarfs, Otrygg is a strong and sturdy individual. However, unlike most, Holbris has blessed him with the gift of forging. And while he doesn't have direct control over metal and fire, the supernatural talent he has with using the latter to shape the former into many shapes. This gift, however, comes with a condition. Holbris will possess Otrygg, giving him a creation that the king of the dwarfs must create at any cost. One of these creations is his warhammer, the Hammer of the Dawn.

Personality: A veteran of the Home War, Otrygg has come far, considering he was fairly recently busting their skulls open with his war hammer. He is a ruler that wears his heart on his sleeve, a trait that dwarfs find to be trustworthy. For the most part Otrygg is an outspoken and charismatic leader, one that does not like to sit idly on the throne and is often close to the front lines. He'd be closer if the generals, officers, and lieutenants hadn't "suggested" he let them lead in his stead.

History/Bio: Raised during the civil war of Oshus dubbed The Home War, Otrygg's early life was filled with training to fight and actually fighting. Especially since he was born into the Clan Ehtan, one who boasts having some of the best warriors. But he was still nothing more than a wee beardling when Elysium marched upon Oshus and took it. And during their direct rule, there are many records of him having directly leading several... outbursts. And because of this renown he had accumulated during the direct occupation, the clans unanimously elected Otrygg as their newest king. And, as is tradition, he dropped his clan name of Ehtan, an action meant to show he was unbiased in his decisions.


Job: Dwarf King of Oshus

Weapons/Armor:

• Hammer of the Dawn: Though simple in appearance, the Hammer of the Dawn is made of the rarest materials and reinforced with magical runes. A silver head with gold accents and a backwards facing spike made of ram horn reinforced with Mithril (perhaps the only Mithril in the entire mountain) and runes with an Orichalcum studded, royal pine haft. And perhaps because it was made during a god fueled passion, it glows with a dull light that seems to brighten while in battle. Some say this is to signify the loyalty Holbris has towards Lumin, those people are not dwarfs.
• Blacksteel Armor: Passed down from king to king and seeming to mold itself to it's newest wearer, the secret to the creation of Blacksteel has vanished from Mt. Equinox. Blacksteel is significantly stronger than normal steel, and is surpassed only by the legendary (and equally rare) metals such as Adamantine, Mithril, and Orichalcum.

Other:
The Queen he rules beside, though a thorn in his side, leaves him alone when it comes to matters of war. And for his part, he leaves her be when it comes to economic affairs.

 

[Kokurai Gaisgeach]

Brunhilde Wælcyrie
Sigridrifa Karà "Driffy" Wælcyrie
The Wolf of Oceanius / The Fallen Valkyrie Knight

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• Bio
• Job, Appearance, Equipment
• Other

• 
  Age: 34
  
  Gender: F
  
  Species/Race: Halfling (Half-Elf and Half-Human)
  
  Kingdom of Origin: Stjernenheim Oceanius
  
  Abilities:
  Half-Elven Blood - Being born to Human and a Elvenkind parents, her blood ties allow her to connect with nature, however due to the trauma she endured in her past, she wasn't able to master it, Though, due to her fondness for Hippogryphs and Wolves thanks to the help of her husband, she has able to grasp of knowledge on it and allows her to commune with the two species.
  
  Basic Hippogryph Riding - Trained by her Husband in riding Hippogrpyhs, she has basic knowledge of riding one, this is boosted by her Half-elven blood ability.
  
  Master Swordsman - Her reawakening by Patricia as well as being personally trained by her led to Driffy becoming a master at the art of sword fighting.
  
  Extraordinary strength - The training she endured caused her to gain great feats of strength, while most assume it to be the cause of her half-elven blood, it is actually caused by the training given to her by Patricia and it proved to be an effective ability that lets her move in armor unhinged by the fact of its weight or being able to lift heavy objects and toss them with force.
  
  Adept Marksmanship - During her training to be the first Overseer of the first Blackscales, she was given training in utilizing the Empire's favorite ranged weaponry, the Bolter, her constant use of the Bolter allowed her to be proficient in ranged combat.
  
  High Endurance - This was the result of her abuse from many years ago as well as her training during the starting days of the Blackscales, Driffy has an unusual endurance which allows her to tank some hits and fight longer than usual, this was evident during the Wallachian coup where she took on a squad of Mages on her own before Patricia and the rest of the Blackscales arrived to assist. this is boosted by the Armor of the Alicorn.
  
  Magic Resistance - Her Half-elven blood allows her to take some magic attacks and resist weaker magic based spells.
  
  Alpha Wolf of Oceanius - As the Overseer of the Schwartze Company in charge of protecting the princess, She studied in great detail on ground defensive tactics as well as ground offensive tactics, her authority is absolute unless Patricia gives them orders personally.
  
  
  Personality: Driffy is shown to be an empathetic and caring person who avoids inflicting unnecessary damage and doesn't want to hurt most people emotionally, although she is usually described as emotionless and terrifying by others giving her the nickname of the Wolf. Although highly competent in battle, she is not combative and will only fight due to her orders or wanting to protect those she cares about. Driffy tends to act as a big sister and mentor figure to those younger than her especially to Patricia's children and the juniors of the Blackscales, although she tends to be submissive towards Patricia herself.
  
  History/Bio: A Former Valkyrie knight from the Kingdom of Stjernenheim turned right-hand woman for the royal family of Oceanius, Sigridrifa left her home at an early age of 14 after gaining her Knightly status and went on a fateful journey along with a group of adventurers that will change her life. While out in the fields near the borders of the Kingdom of Oceanius, her party was ambushed by a band of brigands, they fell one by one until Sigridrifa was the only one left standing, demoralized and exhausted from the fighting, Sigridrifa was eventually overwhelmed by the brigands and was captured along with her Mage companion who managed to survive the ordeal.
  
  During her captivity with the brigands, she and her Mage companion were respected by their captors, treating them well and took care of them before a man came in to the brigand camp and asked if they have any captives, She watched as the Brigand Leader spoke to the man and pointed at her and her surviving companion. The man looked at the two and gave the brigand leader a large sack of gold and told them they'll serve as sex slaves at a brothel before being knocked out by the slavers with an unknown powder and transported to the brothel. Upon arrival at the brothel, her handlers thought she was too young to be a prostitute and that her mage companion would be better off being the one instead, however, the Madame knew that there were plenty of high paying customers among her clients that would be interested in such youth. This was the worst part of her life, she experienced countless rapes, pregnancies and abortions and her body became scarred from the abuse of her brutal customers one of which caused her to lose vision on her right eye despite of her circumstances, not all of her customers were brutal one of which had her be persuaded to give birth to a child whom of which would indirectly help her in the future.
  
  On that fateful night, a crackdown of illegal enslavement occurred and the Praetorian Guards led by the Crown Princess herself forced their way into the brothel after a tip from a spy in the brothel told them about the illegal slaves and among them was a young girl being sexually abused. The Praetorian Guards arrested the management of the brothel upon sighting Sigridrifa, who was cowering by the corner of her room with signs of abuse all over her. The sight of her angered the Crown Princess from the inside and made sure that the Brothel was closed forever with the Madame and those who are responsible be locked up in an icy prison where they are severely punished for their deeds.
  
  Eventually she was taken in by the crown princess as her informal lady-in-waiting and was recovering from the abuse she endured, not all is good however, her trauma from the abuse caused her to recess into a pitiful girl who couldn't fight for herself to which greatly annoyed the crown princess but she knew something must be done to reignite the snuffed flame within Sigridrifa and return the knight that she was and not the wench she is now.
  
  With the crown princess's encouragement and training, eventually the flames of the warmaiden reignited within Sigridrifa which bellowed a proud laughter from the crown princess as the brothel wench that she took in became the knight in shining armor once again. Because of this however, Sigridrifa swore loyalty to the crown princess and kept training and training until that day where she was called upon by the crown princess herself into the prison and was rewarded with taking revenge on those who ruined her life. Her most defining moment is during the Wallachian coup d'état where she worked with Patricia's operations in crushing the rebellion, Her skill and loyalty as well her new found merciless methods led to the founding of the first Blackscales of the Oceanius under the command of the Crown Princess Patricia, eventually Sigridrifa became the first Overseer and led the first Blackscale Company, conducting black operations and other clandestine missions by the orders of the crown princess. She eventually married a well respected Aerial Knight by the name of Gerhard Flynn Bertholdt who passed Patricia's trials and was blessed with a daughter named Kara and and two years later a son named Charles with the two becoming the first Generation Nobles of the Waelcryie family.
  
  
  
  
  
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  Job: Overseer of the Blackscales Schwartz Company, Crown Princess's Second-in-Command, Right-hand woman of the Empress
  
  Appearance:
  - Wears an eyepatch over her right eye after sustaining a wound during the Wallachian coup after fighting an entire squad of royal mages loyal to Patricia's father which left three scars on her right eye which worsened the already blind eye. She wears this to hide the scars that mark her part of her face.
  - Her Right-Eye has a grey iris caused by the abuse she took when she was a sex slave in a brothel, she cannot see through her right eye as a result. Made even worse by the injury she sustained during the coup.
  - often wears her Overseer armor and coat
  - has a silver-ish hair and sports a long braided tail thanks to Lady-in-waiting Medb and currently Empress Patricia
  - sports a sullen look on her face as a result of the abuse she underwent many years ago. Will occasionally smile when her son, daughter and husband are around but sometimes she will smile thanks to Patricia's actions.
  
  Weapons/Armor:
  
  Armor of the Alicorn
  - A Unique set of armor unknowingly made by Sigridrifa's long lost son during her time as a slave, made out of strong and special materials, it comes with a black obsidian finish and an all weather coat that's reminiscent of Patricia's coat with the emblem of an Alicorn on the chestpiece. Its toughness is unrivaled by those armor made for the elites and the Praetorian guards.
  
  
  Blackscale Kreigsmesser
  -Standard issue sword in the Blackscales, favoured by many for its raw power, weight and ease of handling.
  
  
  Bolter
  - Standard issue Blackscale Bolter, designed for hitting ranged targets or executing unruly Blackscale personnel who breaks the rules thrice.
  
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  Other:
  - Despite being known as a rather emotionless and cold individual by many, there are times where her soft spot emerges and only a select group of people know that she's capable of showing her emotions.
  
  - Sigridrifa's Husband is a well respected Aerial Knight of Oceanius and a minor Noble, they met sometime after the Wallacian Coup in a middle of a battlefield before meeting again in the castle where Empress Patricia issued a trial by combat in response to him wanting to marry Sigridrifa.
  
  - She has one daughter and one son by the name of Kara Wælcyrie and Charles Magnus Wælcyrie some time after the Wallachian Coup, They were entitled as the first Generation Noble of House Wælcyrie of Oceanius, a title granted by Patricia to her children during her rise as Empress.
  
  - She has a Bastard son with a blacksmith client who managed to convince her to give birth with his child back when she was just a sex slave in a brothel.
  
  - Unbeknownst to many, Sigridrifa is Patricia's favorite, often times leading to Patricia giving Driffy a well deserved pat on the head and a caress on the cheek for her job well done. albiet in secrecy.
  
  Spoiler: Sigridrifa's Children

  Spoiler: Kara Wælcyrie

  

  Spoiler: Charles Magnus Wælcyrie

  

  Spoiler: Ashe Visconti

  

Favorite Childhood show?
damn. i dunno... lots really but has to go to Mobile Suit Gundam.

 

[shadowz1995]

Sigridrifa Karà "Driffy" Wælcyrie
The Wolf of Oceanius
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• Bio
• Job, Appearance, Equipment
• Other

• 
  Age: 34
  
  Gender: F
  
  Species/Race: Halfling (Half-Elf and Half-Human)
  
  Kingdom of Origin: Stjernenheim Oceanius
  
  Abilities:
  Half-Elven Blood - Being born to Human and a Elvenkind parents, her blood ties allow her to connect with nature, however due to the trauma she endured in her past, she wasn't able to master it, Though, due to her fondness for Hippogryphs and Wolves, she has able to grasp of knowledge on it and allows her to commune with the two species.
  
  Basic Hippogryph Riding - Trained by her Husband in riding Hippogrpyhs, she has basic knowledge of riding one, this is boosted by her Half-elven blood ability.
  
  Master Swordsman - Her reawakening by Patricia as well as being personally trained by her led to Driffy becoming a master at the art of sword fighting.
  
  Extraordinary strength - The training she endured caused her to gain great feats of strength, it is unknown if its because of her Half-elven blood or the training given to her by Patricia but it proved to be an effective ability that lets her move in armor unhinged by the fact of its weight or being able to lift heavy objects and toss them with force.
  
  Adept Marksmanship - During her training to be the first Overseer of the first Blackscales, she was given training in utilizing the Empire's favorite ranged weaponry, the Bolter, her constant use of the Bolter allowed her to be proficient in ranged combat.
  
  High Endurance - This was the result of her abuse from many years ago as well as her training during the starting days of the Blackscales, Driffy has an unusual endurance which allows her to tank some hits and fight longer than usual, this was evident during the Wallachian coup where she took on a squad of Mages on her own before Patricia and the rest of the Blackscales arrived to assist.
  
  Magic Resistance - Her Half-elven blood allows her to take some magic attacks and resist weaker magic based spells.
  
  Wolf of Oceanius - Being the Progenitor of the Blackscales and her aggressive pack-like tactics in commanding the blackscales completing clandestine missions, Her authority is high and respected by the Blackscales second only to Patricia who Driffy follows without hesitation.
  
  
  Personality: Driffy is shown to be an empathetic and caring person who avoids inflicting unnecessary damage and doesn't want to hurt most people emotionally, although she is usually described as emotionless and terrifying by others giving her the nickname of the Terminator. Although highly competent in battle, she is not combative and will only fight due to her orders or wanting to protect those she cares about. Driffy tends to act as a big sister and mentor figure to those younger than her especially to Patricia's children and the juniors of the Blackscales, although she tends to be submissive towards Patricia herself.
  
  History/Bio: A Former knight from the Kingdom of Stjernenheim turned right-hand woman for the royal family of Oceanius, Sigridrifa left her home at an early age of 15 after gaining her Knightly status and went on a fateful journey along with a group of adventurers that will change her life. While out in the fields near the borders of the Kingdom of Oceanius, her party was ambushed by a band of brigands, they fell one by one until Sigridrifa was the only one left standing, demoralized and exhausted from the fighting, Sigridrifa was eventually overwhelmed by the brigands and was captured along with her Mage companion who managed to survive the ordeal.
  
  During her captivity with the brigands, she and her Mage companion were subjected to light abuse by their captors before a man came in to the brigand camp and asked if they have any captives, She watched as the Brigand Leader spoke to the man and pointed at her and her surviving companion. The man looked at the two and gave the brigand leader a sack of gold and told them they'll serve as sex slaves at a brothel before being knocked out by the slavers and transported to the brothel. Upon arrival at the brothel, her handlers thought she was too young to be a prostitute and that her mage companion would be better off being the one instead, however, the Madame knew that there were plenty of high paying customers among her clients that would be interested in such youth. This was the worst part of her life, she experienced countless rapes, pregnancies and abortions and her body became scarred from the abuse of her brutal customers one of which caused her to lose vision on her right eye.
  
  On that fateful night, a crackdown of illegal enslavement occurred and the Praetorian Guards led by the Crown Princess herself forced their way into the brothel after a tip from a spy in the brothel told them about the illegal slaves and among them was a young girl being sexually abused. The Praetorian Guards arrested the management of the brothel upon sighting Sigridrifa, who was cowering by the corner of her room with signs of abuse all over her. The sight of her angered the Crown Princess from the inside and made sure that the Brothel was closed forever with the Madame and those who are responsible be locked up in an icy prison where they are severely punished for their deeds.
  
  Eventually she was taken in by the crown princess as her lady-in-waiting and was recovering from the abuse she endured, not all is good however, her trauma from the abuse caused her to recess into a pitiful girl who couldn't fight for herself to which greatly annoyed the crown princess but she knew something must be done to reignite the snuffed flame within Sigridrifa and return the knight that she was and not the wench she is now.
  
  With the crown princess's encouragement and training, eventually the flames of the warmaiden reignited within Sigridrifa which bellowed a proud laughter from the crown princess as the brothel wench that she took in became the knight in shining armor once again. Because of this however, Sigridrifa swore loyalty to the crown princess and kept training and training until that day where she was called upon by the crown princess herself into the prison and was rewarded with taking revenge on those who ruined her life. Her skill and loyalty as well her new found merciless methods led to the founding of the first Blackscales of the Oceanius under the command of the Crown Princess Patricia, eventually Sigridrifa became the first Overseer and led the first Blackscale Company, conducting black operations and other clandestine missions by the orders of the crown princess.
  
  Her most defining moment is during the Wallachian coup d'état where she sided with Patricia's take over of the government and laid the foundation of her iron rule of Oceanius. She eventually married a well respected Aerial Knight who passed Patricia's trials and had a daughter named Kara.
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  Job: Overseer of the Blackscales Schwartz Company, Crown Princess's Second-in-Command
  
  Appearance:
  - Wears an eyepatch over her right eye after sustaining a wound during the Wallachian coup after fighting an entire squad of royal mages loyal to Patricia's father.
  - Has three scars on her right eye
  - often wears her Overseer armor and coat
  - has a silver-ish hair and sports a long braided tail
  - sports a sullen look on her face as a result of the abuse she underwent many years ago
  
  Weapons/Armor:
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  Modified Blackscale Overseer armor
  - Standard armor of the Overseers in the Blackscales that protects them from harm, Driffy modified her's to suit her needs as well give off an intimidating feel to those who see her wearing it. Comes with a black obsidian finish and an all weather coat that's reminiscent of Patricia's coat.
  
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  Blackscale Kreigsmesser
  -Standard issue sword in the Blackscales, favoured by many for its raw power, weight and ease of handling.
  
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  Bolter
  - Standard issue Blackscale Bolter, designed for hitting ranged targets or executing unruly Blackscale personnel who breaks the rules thrice.
  
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  Other:
  - Despite being known as a rather emotionless and cold individual by many, there are times where her soft spot emerges and only two people has managed to get to it. One being Patricia herself and the other is her husband.
  
  - Husband is a well respected Aerial Knight of Oceanius
  
  - She has one daughter by the name of Kara Wælcyrie, a first Generation Noble of House Wælcyrie of Oceanius, a title granted by Patricia during her rise as Empress.
  
  - Unbeknownst to many, Sigridrifa is Patricia's favorite, often times leading to Patricia giving Driffy a well deserved pat on the head and a caress on the cheek for her job well done. albiet in secrecy.
  

So two things.

One is that, just so you're aware, elves arent inherently stronger (physically) than humans. I know it said "it is unknown if it is because etc" but just in case you werent aware. Also, please read the rules in the OOC tab for the final piece of the CS

The second is less of an issue and more of an inconsistency. In her appearance, it says that she lost her right eye because of a fight with Wallachian mages. But in her bio, it says she lost the eye during her time as a prostitute by one of her more brutal clients. So if that could be clarified please?

 

[Crumbli]

• Basic Information
• Descriptive Information
• Functional Information

• Name: Freja Kreimhildr.
  Titles: The Unrelenting, Dawn Song, War Maiden, Winged Cruelty, Winged Fury of the Forsaken Island.
  Age: 128.
  Gender: Female.
  Species/Race: Valkyrie.
  
  Job: Commander in the legions of light, Warden of Sessrukyrst.
  Kingdom of Origin: Stjernenhjem - the kingdom of light and cradle of Luminosity.
  
• Appearance: Freja is tall, even among her own kind, standing at 6’9|206 cm with enormous wings that trail her every motion. These wings, while still very much functional, rarely take her off the ground as she has come to act more human in the company of her men. Only during battle will these large light blocking feathers truly unfurl and reveal their glory unto the world.
  t is rare to spot her out of armour and if it’s managed it is only during evening prayer or bathing periods as she has grown accustomed to even sleeping in protective wear.
  
  Personality: Faith, fire, and fury. A woman forged for war and tempered by her faith. As she herself is so fond of saying, “Lumin be the escape, Lumin be the mercy, for all we know is victory.”
  Freja is a no nonsense type of woman and a quick look at her career can prove why. From night time raids to sudden deep sea ambushes, Freja needs to be ready at any moment and expects the same from her men. To the veterened commander of 80 years, failure is not an option.
  While at surface she can appear quite shallow or narrow minded, Freja has seen a lot of what the sapient races are capable of. The constant displays of great virtue and great atrocities has left her torn on her judgement, condemning rival nations as a whole but not inherently the people from them.
  It is important to understand that Freja is merciful at times where it can afforded, and keeps the spirits of her men high to prevent deserters but also because she cares for each and every one of them. After a battle she personally plants the saplings on their graves, and writes every letter of apology back home to the families of the deceased.
  
  History/Bio: Freja was born to an orthodox coupling in Ioavollr, the capital of Stjernenhjem. As far as her upbringing is concerned she was gifted. Her mother was one of few valkyries to forsake the way of war and her father was a man with the keen business sense that others pray to possess. Even Freja envied the business cunning of her father for a time, and she never once wanted to start a business let alone inherit his trade empire.
  As a small child her mother tentatively taught her to read and the basics of writing. While mathematics was never her strong point she also taught her daughter the basics of counting and, by the age of four, Freja was enrolled into one of the many schools across Ioavollr.
  Unlike many children, Freja adored her time in school. She enjoyed playing with her fellow students, the friendships she made, but most importantly of all, she loved her learning. Many of the teachers noticed how quick she was to adapt to new information and affectionately referred to her as a ‘wet cloth’ at times on account of how ‘she soaked new ideas up’. Freja was never fond of the nickname however.
  
  By age twelve, Freja had completed her basic education and was subsequently sent off to further her education at a boarding institution for the militarily minded - something that she’d never considered herself. Unfortunately for her being the best at her studies meant that this opportunity was less an offer than it was a demand and her parents, while hesitant, knew that this would ultimately provide Freja with an edge over her competition if she chose to enlist in the military.
  Her time in the institution was troubling and changed her from an otherwise plucky young girl into a sterner and harder woman. Her heritage was used against her by other students to mock her, and only worsened when they discovered her mother was one of few pacifist valkyries. From this time she found comfort in immersing herself in her workload, breeding a focus that many of her teachers would come to consider indomitable
  Upon graduation from the institution she was recommended for further study and from the ages of seventeen to twenty one she would study at an academy on the northern coast of Stjernenhjem for officership in the military. While the choice is often up to supervising staff, many of the students submit requests to where they’ll become officers - either in the navy, the infantry, cavalry, and so forth upon graduation. Freja was no exception to the majority rule and despite her request to study naval officership, she was trained to become a sentinel wing guard with a strange focus on coordinating infantry movements.
  
  Freja graduated from the academy with ease. Her supervising officers were proud to see her go but were less proud when she went all the way home to her parents - specifically her father, to convince him to pay her out of military service. While he was pleased to see his daughter home he was deeply disappointed that she’d waste this education. Regardless, he did it. His wife and her mother had done something similar after a short service.
  She attempted to do the right thing and asked around for work. Freja found few who were after employees but after her father leveraged his position with some of his suppliers she found herself a relatively stable position working for a seamstress in a little shop known as, “The Spinning Thread.”
  Freja’s employer was agreeable and the two worked together well for quite a few easy years. The woman had great synergy with Freja but most importantly she was older. She needed an assistant to run around for her and do the things that her body simply couldn’t anymore. Freja felt needed in this position but as her employer grew even older eventually she had to retire from the position and her daughter, a far cattier woman with a personality to rival most gryphons, took over. Needless to say Freja left without a second thought.
  She moved on in her life to a library. Specifically the, “Council Library of Light and Insight” which at the time was one of the three largest libraries in Stjernenhjem. They needed new curators to return books and rewrite worn out pages which she thought was something she’d adore but after six long months of writing and straining her eyes in the dim corners of unlit corridors to read faded book titles on weathered leather spines, she quit and pursued other employment.
  
  Freja wasn’t just struggling in her work life either. Her love life was something she had also been trying to work on during this period of time and while she’d received a mere handful of offers from suitors, most seemed to be in love with her wings or her hair and never cared much for the rest of her. No matter the change of scenery between them they always seemed to be the same.
  She continued to work odd jobs here and there, a butcher for a year, a nanny for two, a cart driver for another year, but none of these jobs seemed to suit her. Not a single one of them found her the love of her life, or the incomplete part of herself that she was searching for.
  Then her father died. Old age had crept up on him and while she was young he was not. Perhaps to avoid taking up his burdens, or to serve something greater, or to outrun the pain of her loss, or to make right a past wrong, she turned back to the military and reenlisted. With her history of graduating as an officer she was put back into classes in officership and surprisingly she’d managed to retain a lot of the information from her years of study.
  
  She was still needed to study for a time to refresh her understanding of troop tactics and military conduct but because of her choice to forsake the position of sentinel wing guard, she was able to complete her studies in two years. These two years were easy for her and those around her, though younger than her on average, were positive people focused on serving their homeland and keeping their eyes on the prize. When she graduated, many of her fellow officers left to places she’d never go and the rest to places she’d later visit either during service or for her own enjoyment.
  
  Freja's first placement was with a small and relatively relaxed cohort of coast guard along the north eastern shores of Stjernenhjem. While there she grew to learn the names of those under her, adopted a voice that would resonate with those who served with and beneath her, and learnt how to better relate to those that she would need to build trust with. The position was removed from most military movements but it taught her what to look for when routing out spies and other sellouts, skills that would prove invaluable throughout her career. In total she spent only four years with this cohort before requesting a transfer to what would later become the apple of her eye.
  
  When first transferred to Sessrukyrst the island was a flourishing albeit cold retreat with tranquil fishing villages and an overwhelming positive air that forced even the most stoic of souls to crack a smile. It had few trees but provided the perfect seat for naval operations in the sea. Freja's stature, over all disposition, and apparent familiarity with protecting coasts made her transfer a simple one and when she arrived to the island she was summoned by the regional lord for inspection. The lord was eager to avoid discussions regarding anything military in nature and probed her for her political opinions, history, and loyalty to the state. She answered all questions in earnest and held very little back that wasn't embarrassing to her character. This was received well by the regional lord who provided her with the opportunity to work as a consultant and personal guard.
  At first she was certain the proposal was a poor timed joke but, after he put her fears to rest, she was summoned before the island's acting martial overseer who promoted her to captain so that she could legally fill the role she had been provided. It was an even more relaxed job than before that required mostly bluster and a keen eye than any ability to actually command forces. All good things come to an end however and as war broke out, in a twist of irony, her role as guard captain was considered a no longer essential position. Without protest the understaffed island of Sessrukyrst handed away Freja to allow her to fight along the southern border of Stjernenhjem against the Leisham menace.
  After six months of fighting along the border with minimal losses, Freja was sent a letter from the martial overseer of Sessrukyrst who informed her he had taken ill and that he feared poison the culprit. Due to her familiarity with the island and the regional lord he believes that she would be a suitable aide until he made a full recovery. With this information in hand, she requested transfer back to the undermanned island - which was granted.
  
  Upon her return to Sessrukyrst she noticed a change in the island's atmosphere. Even though it hadn't been ravaged quite like the southern border it had a similar tension in the air. She sought out the martial overseer who would work with her until the day of his death a short month after her return. The burden of the island's safety quickly gets to her and her inexperience with the position leads her to send a long, passionate letter to the capital requesting a more capable candidate is sent to replace her. The reply was short but comforting, stating that a replacement would be there shortly and she was to hold the province until further instructions.
  
• Weapons/Armor: (Armour) Ornate scale mail - Freja has a fairly light set of scale mail armour that protects her for the most part from stray or deliberately fired arrows. Despite how it may appear at a glance, the armour is detailed with brass instead of gold as it provides her with more protective equipment without sacrificing her status in the battlefield.
  
  (Weapon) Skumring - Skumring is a large steel halberd with a focal crystal embedded into the blade allowing Freja to not only cleave enemies in two with the weapon, but to also cast magic or magnify projectile based magics through it. Skumring has accompanied Freja since she inherited the island as her burden and is rarely far from wherever she may be residing. If she is not permitted to carry it within an office or building, then the halberd will be carried by a squire.
  
  Abilities: (Trained) Experienced tactician (infantry specialty) - Freja’s years in training, and 80+ years of combat experience, has made her into one of the most feared and revered battle tacticians the light kingdom has ever produced.
  
  (Trained) Oceanius tactics analyst - Freja’s strange connection with Sessrukyrst means she has, for almost the entirety of her service, fought the forces of Oceanius. She is regarded as an expert in their current war tactics and, as new ones emerge, she is quick to document them for further reflection.
  
  (Trained) Speed reader - Reading notes and reports is a core part of being a successful officer and the more time one spends reading, the more time the enemy has to act. Freja taught herself to read at increased speeds through a number of brain training exercises. Related: Material is often destroyed after being read.
  
  (Trained) Amateur seamstress - Working with a seamstress for some of the more enjoyable years of her life, Freja learnt a few tips and tricks about the storefront. She can mend many articles of clothing and often sows in her spare time. It isn't rare for the bravest soldiers in her service to ask her for help in repairing their uniforms after combat or incidents.
  
  (Trained) Amateur butcher - Having worked as a butcher for a time, Freja knows the prime cuts of meat and can hold her own when it comes to preparing game for eating. This skill is something she rarely has to use but has been known to partake in from time to time in what some suspect is an attempt to bond with the kitchen staff or local villagers.
  
  (Magical) Sol Flare - By using her halberd as a channel, a large ray of plasmatic energy follows her will in the form of light. The ray is capable of tearing through many forms of protection and seemingly vapourizes foes caught in the way.
  
  (Magical) Mourning Call - A magic call made often by valkyries during the turning of war or upon the defeat of an enemy. The mourning call as a magic ability amplifies the very essence of a valkyries’ voice to not only be of an auditory nature but heard from unusually long distances, and on a more emotional and supposedly spiritual level.
  (Reputation) Maiden's Howl - When using Mourning Call Freja will let out a blood curdling shriek to show the world, and more importantly her enemies, the untamed bloodlust that runs beneath her calm exterior. It has been known to break the moral resolve of folk heroes and turns cowards to traitors.
  (Reputation) War Song - A hymn of battle and valour, the soldiers of Stjernenhjem know their worth and their might. Freja will use her mourning call to raise the spirits of her loyal soldiers and lead them in a moving song that rivals engine heavy battlefields for volume.
  

 

[Snackofthefuture]

Spoiler: Potential Character

Name: Gaul Marik Orobos
Aliases: “Gravewalker” “Mickey”
Gender: Male
Species: Human (?)
Age: Looks 26 probably like 24 or 25
Appearance:

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Role: Heir of the Earth Primal
Personality: A sturdy and very straightforward man, Gaul has an honest and very relaxed way about him. However, If you want his respect, you must earn it, and oftentimes the requirements for this vary immensely. Solid as oak, Gaul is a man that can be relied upon, he'd carry the weight of the world on his shoulders if he was asked. Thankfully Marik has strong shoulders and NEVER skips leg day. The son of the last descendant of an offshoot branch of the Earth Kingdom Royal family, Gaul should be more stressed out than he is, but right now he is just vibin. Honest and compassionate, the Earth noble is mostly just trying to survive as of this moment but holds goals of helping the Earth kingdom immigrants gain equal rights and protections. Was raised cursing the Fire and Water kingdoms along with The Broken Legion for their actions against the Earth Kingdom and the world; Marik doesn't particularly care that much about those things anymore, he just wants to keep what remains of his people safe.
Motivation: Wants to safeguard the Earth Kingdom and build up their strength. Slightly wants revenge on the Fire kingdom. Wants to join with the Light kingdom potentially.

• A big softie towards his friends, very forgiving and friendly
• Always hungry for the most part.
• Likes hearing people talk about things they like, a good listener
• Described as an all-around nice guy, the sort that you really wouldn't wanna assassinate
• Fairly polite and courteous but also a lil odd at the same time but in a like endearing way

Skills:

• Skilled in CQC
• Powerful Earth Wizard
• Swordmaster
• Shovel(?)master
• Endless stamina and Resilience
• Inhuman strength
• Potential for cunning

Equipment:

• Carries a lantern of the old Deep Earth Kingdom
• A whetstone
• A thick gold ring

Alignment: Neutral Good
Weapon: A big shovel that might be enchanted idk could be it glows green sometimes.
Carries a sword as well sometimes.
Other: Probably the Earth Primal
Bio: Born in hiding in the ruins of the Deep Earth Kingdom, Gaul was raised by a remnant of Earth kingdom Royal Guards that against all odds somehow escaped the devastation of the Earth nation. Dwelling in the ancient underground ruins of the massive Earth kingdom precursor nation, Gaul was raised for a time by the remnants of the guards in secrecy before the group joined a mining colony of Dwarves headed into Light Kingdom territory. Raised with his ancestry kept hidden until the age of 18, Gaul continued to train and work alongside the guards and Dwarves he calls family at this point. Still he wonders what his real family must've been like and worries for what remains of the Earth Kingdom.
Mentored and raised by a group of warriors and then a colony of hard laborers, Gaul is familiar with tough work and challenges and persistence is a quality he holds near and dear.

• Doesn't know it but many of the EK refugees would still fight for him
• Knows the remnants of the Royal Guard, which has been slowly rebuilding
• Very easy to work with

Symbol:

 

[Crumbli]

HEAVY WIP​

• Basic Information
• Descriptive Information
• Functional Information

• Name: Shandian Jiao-long.
  Titles: Mongrel Prince, The Last Shandian, Dragon Scale.
  Age: 35.
  Gender: Male.
  Species/Race: Half caste - Oni/human hybrid.
  
  Job: The only living descendent of the Shandian dynasty.
  Kingdom of Origin: Leisham, the home of sand and sky.
  
• Appearance: Jiao-long is a half caste oni who stands at . Unlike many of the other half onis that exist, Jiao has taken more from his oni mother than his human father. He is blue in colour, has rough skin patches that are regarded as scales, a large horn, and considerable tusks protruding from his lips.
  
  Personality: WIP
  
  History/Bio: WIP
  
• Weapons/Armor:
  
  Abilities:
  

 

[Wandering Grim Hollow]

Name: Aldo Patricia Une

Age: 32

Gender: Female

Species/Race: Mountain Fae

Kingdom of Origin: Oceanius Empire

Abilities:
Bloodfrost - A rare form of Ice Manipulation where the mage is able to freely freeze the moisture content in a target's blood upon contact. Patricia mainly uses it to impale her enemies from within with their own frozen blood.
Summon Blizzard - A form of weather manipulation. Depending on the moisture and temperature of the surrounding air, Patricia can freely summon a blizzard to blanket the area.
Ice Manipulation - The ability to form, control, and manipulate ice. A higher level of focus is required compared to Water Manipulation.
Water Manipulation - The ability to control water and freely manipulate it into whatever shape or tool the mage can think up.
Frost Golem - The zenith of an ice mage's abilities. These golems have rudimentary intelligence, enough to follow simple orders or directly controlled by forming around the mage conjuring it. Patricia's takes the form of a 5-9m tall armoured knight named Kugel.
Healing Spring - A larger scale version of a healer's Soothing Waters ability. Patricia is able to heal a group of casualties by summoning a pool of healing water. Effective in healing cuts, lacerations, and burns while restoring their vigor.
Enhanced strength - Perhaps a blessing passed down from the Primals, those of the Imperial Royal Family tend to have near superhuman levels of strength. Patricia is capable and prefers using lances while on foot.
Skilled swordswoman - Having been trained from a young age in the art of swordplay, Patricia is more than comfortable with the usage of swords.
Tactician - As a future Empress, she would eventually be the one in charge of the Empire's military as a whole. As such, she learnt all aspects of warfare including naval and aerial. She's also in charge of her own personal soldiers, the Blackscales.
Alchemist - Patricia has always found an interest in alchemy and is skilled in identifying and mixing poisons. The Princess' Kiss powder used by Watchmen and Blackscales for riot suppression is a mix she devised during her student days.

Personality: Patricia is a woman with two very distinct sides. Her public persona and private persona can easily be two different people. To most, she's a strict and almost overbearing leader. A tyrant who expects all of her orders to be followed lest punishment awaits those who fail her. Sharp eyed and with a commanding tone, she exudes an aura of perfection when performing her duties as both Empress and Head Overseer of the Blackscales while expecting the same standard with her subjects. The ideal Imperial ruler.

On the other hand, she's a completely different person in private. A snarky, loving and almost playful sort, freely showing her affections to her family and those she can trust. She's even willing to listen to their personal thoughts, even if saying such things while in public would usually lead to their punishment. She would also freely speak her mind about the state of the Empire and secretly plans on reforming it for the benefit of all who live within its borders.

History/Bio:
Aldo Patricia Une is the sole child of the current Emperor, Alba Cornelius Une, and Empress Consort, Marida Une. Being the sole heir to the throne and the turbulant state of the Empire due to constant warfare, she didn't have a proper childhood. Following her mother's sudden death when she was merely 10, she was put under the tutelege of Sir Bors and other tutors. She spent the next 6 years learning the art of the sword, magic, and other subjects important for a future Empress. This includes going around the Empire while incognito, something she requested to learn more about the people she'll lead one day. It was during this time that she became distant with her father, knowing full well his hand in her mother's death, and saw Sir Bors as more of a father figure.

At age 14, she gained another future friend in the form a Light Kingdom POW turned slave named Sigridrifa. Liberating the slave and taking her for her own after noticing a flickering ember in the poor wretch's eyes. That woman would eventually end up as Patricia's Royal Bodyguard and the Overseer of the Blackscale's Schwartz Company. She would also meet her future husband during her travels, literally going out of her way to make the former Cabin Boy's life a living hell during her cruise along the Empire's coastline. Patricia would often reflect on her travels and wistfully remembers them as the best years of her life. It was seeing the various slums and hovels during this journey that gave her an idea.

At age 16, Patricia put forward a rather radical idea during an Imperial Court meeting. A solution to the influx of colonial refugees and a way to bolster troop strength: recruit them and train them into an obedient personal army. And thus, the Blackscales was founded. The idea was met with resistance at first, nobody would support an army of outsiders and potential traitors but Patricia pushed for it and with a little nudging thanks to her title, the first Blackscale Company, Schwartz, was set up. Still, they were initially met with disain from the rest of the Oceanius military.

Until one day, the Wallachian Province took the opportunity to start a coup while a large bulk of the Home Guard is sent to shore up the frontlines. The Princess, then 17, personally lead her 150 men strong Schwartz Company to quell the Wallachian Rebels, a full sized army almost outnumbering them 10 to 1. With some help from the Wallachian Loyalists, the Blackscales crushed the rebellion and reclaimed Wallachia in the Empire's name. All within a month. This earned her the secondary title of Duke of Wallachia and the Province's capital serves as the Blackscales Headquarters and training ground.

Following the success of the Blackscales, she expanded their numbers and over the course of 14 years, eventually gained enough volunteers to form 5 full companies. All of them seeing action on the frontlines during those 14 years. The Emperor noticed how she slowly grew to be more powerful and secretly harboured a fear that she won't wait for him to pass to claim the throne. Much like how he did. She soothed his worries with a gentle voice and serene smile. For a moment, he believed her.

As the long chain of war started to die down, the Emperor fell ill from stress. For the next month, he was under the care of the best healers but Patricia would always be the one to give him his last dose of medicine before sleep. A way for the two to talk after she was done running the Empire in his stead. All it took was one addition to his medicine, the Emperor became paralyzed but aware of everything. Patricia revealed her real intentions. She wanted to change Oceanius for the better and he was an obstacle. Not only that but she wanted justice for her mother. So with a sweet smile she bode her father goodnight as he fell asleep one last time.

Within a week, word has spread around the Empire. The Emperor is dead and now Empress Aldo Patricia Une sits the throne. Soon all will change, only time will tell if it will lead the Empire to prosperity or ruin.

Job: Empress, Duke of Wallachia, Founder and Chief Overseer of the Blackscales, Mother

Weapons/Armor:
Helmwige - A personalized lance modelled after her father's Gungnir cavalry lance. And much like her father, she does use it while on-foot. Mostly used while fighting larger opponants. Has a resevoir of Tempest fuel within for its hidden flamer.

Grimgerde - Patricia's personal rapier. Used as both a sword and a tool to channel her ice magic, Patricia wields it with deadly efficiency.

Personal bolter (Unnamed)

Other:
-Patricia married a young Naval Officer Cadet and Noble, David Albert James Talver, at age 17. They were blessed with a son, Prince Alba Hamilton Une, sometime after the Wallachian Coup. Their daughter, Princess Atra Jacelyn Une, was born 2 years later.
-Patricia has used the name, Marwen Ashfell, during her travels in honor of her mother's family. She even gave her false identity a role within the Imperial Court.
-Patricia has made a small hobby on fixing broken things. Be it pottery, clothing, and in some cases, people. A habit she picked up from her mother.
-Her favourite food is freshly baked bread while her favourite drink is rosehip tea.

 

[Britt-21]

Name:
Atlantia Stinger

Age:
14

Gender:
Female

Species/Race:
Mermaid/Human

Kingdom of Origin:
Oceanius Empire

Abilities:

Overheat - This ability is used by hand and is mainly used to dry her tail off when she gets out of the water. Think of this like a real hot hairblower evaporating water off.

Light Water Manipulation - She is able to manipulate water to a certain extent and is able to create decent waves with a wave of her hand. She is also able to pick up water in a orb-like form. Though she can make it as big as a basketball and as small as a marble (a little bigger than a marble).

Dolphin Communication - She's able to speak with dolphins underwater perfectly, while on land she can do the same but it sounds a lot more odd to those around her.

Spoiler: Advanced Abilities for later

Whirlpool (Trident Equipped)- She can create a underwater tornado which makes the surrounding area harder to move in and slowly drag the person -that is directed at- into it. Causing them to spin out of control till the whirlpool disperses. Which is about after 5 seconds unless more power into it. (She's not strong enough, especially given her age.).

Trident Blast (Trident Equipped) - Atlantia is able to send a shot of energy through the trident and right at her opponent. Its a strong blast and depending on the opponent, it varies in how much damage it actually does.

Water Bullets - Atlantia is able to make marble sized water pellets in which she can send at high speeds to attack the target she wishes. Though this may not be lethal, it does hurt like a bitch because its a bunch of pellets almost all at once.

Personality: (at least a paragraph)
Atlantia is a very kind and generous mermaid, she will do what she can to help and take care of others if they are in need of it. Even mammals in the water and fish! Tia is a young girl who really doesnt like being mean or rude to other people, though if others ask for rudness, she would probably give it to them. She follows the rule of "Treat others how you want to be treated" and wont take any shit from anyone who treats her wrong. Tia is a very big explorer of the ocean and as a child, it's hard to protect herself so she grabs some friends to be with her and protect her on her crazy adventures. Now, given her kind nature, she cant help but be super curious. This can sometimes actually lead into her getting into some trouble. She's strong-willed and confident in her actions and words. Atlantia loves to eat shellfish, and because of this, her parents have to hold her back when they go shopping for fish because Tia will go on and beg for fish whenever she saw her favorite type. Tia is a loving mermaid and likes to make friends and others happy.

History/Bio:
Atlantia is only 14 so she's only done so much in her life. Her family is those of merchants and they travel a lot while she stays home. But she does want to be like them one day!

Job:
Your usual mermaid.

Appearance:


Weapons/Armor:
Trident Later on

Other:
She's a friend of the Water Prince!​

 

[Soviet Panda]

Name: Queen Caralyss

Age: 306

Gender: Female

Species/Race: Hysh

Kingdom of Origin: Oshus

Abilities: Caralyss is a gifted caster among the Hysh, able to quite literally weave spells as quickly as any Hysh Weaver, taking strands of Water magic and spinning them to whatever the situation may call for. However, it is her extensive spy network that she is most proud of. She likens her spy network to a web, one she sits comfortably in the middle of.

Personality: Caralyss is often seen as cold and calculating to the dwarf residents of Oshus, much like a spider. To the Hysh, however, these two traits are seen as motherly, for a mother must keep calm and make the best decision for her children. And that she does quite well, treating both Dwarf and Hysh alike as her children. This emotionless facade varies little, whether she knows the person well or not, though the way she speaks does get more relaxed around those she trusts.

History/Bio: Born with a strange pattern on her carapace, she was marked for greatness by The Weaver. Under the tutelage of the finest Hysh teachers, Caralyss was groomed to eventually take the position of Queen. And when the Old Queen eventually died due to her advanced age, Caralyss was thrown onto the throne. A fish out of water, she had to learn the more nuanced points of politicking herself, something she proved fairly adept at. And to keep herself from being caught off guard, she slowly and painstakingly constructed a spy network to keep her reliably informed on the going ons of the world outside Oshus.

Job: Hysh Queen of Oshus.

Weapons/Armor: The right word can cut just as well as the sharpest sword. And besides, she has guards to fight for her.

Other: Caralyss deals with most domestic affairs in Oshus, and pairs with Otrygg when handling foreign politics. And though he is a knot in her web, she cannot dispute his tactical superiority on the battlefield.

 

[Fluffy-Kat]

"The Protector" "Guardian Spirit of the Mythos Mirror Pools" "Forest Spectre"



Age: 156

Gender: Female

Species/Race: Blooming/Flora Nymph

Kingdom of Origin: Earth

Abilities:
-Supernatural Growth/Plant Manipulation: Depending on the type of nymph, each nymph has their own unique abilities. Marah has the ability of growth. She can sprout flowers, vines, and trees from the ground and grow them as large/long as she likes, or control them to her liking. Fire is a natural counter.
-Energy Ball: Using flowers (either natural or magic grown) she can manipulate their photosynthesis abilities to gather the sun's rays and create a ball of energy than can cause a big enough explosion to take down multiple bodies with in the blast radius (about 13 feet in diameter). This ability can be exhausting if used too many times in succession (maybe do it a good 3 times before it becomes difficult)
-Petal Dance: An attack that rains a flurry of pink, razor-edged petals at the target, doing minor damage by making small cuts or slowing down the enemy.
-Guardian Mode: Probably her favorite ability that took years to master. Marah can grow/manipulate wood to cover her body and form armor. This thick armor makes her appear taller and more....monster-ish than the delicate nymph image she has. She's used this form to scare away hunters and other unwanted creatures from the Mirror Pools. Locals have dubbed her (in this form) the Guardian Spirit of the Mythos Mirror Pools. She can increase her defenses in this form by growing spikes/thorns, she can also stretch her limbs to attack numerous targets, and grow a shield in proportion to this form.

Spoiler: Guardian Armor

In this form she is about 7ft tall :3

*NOTE: Her environment plays a huge part in the effectiveness of her abilities. A dry, barren place like a desert makes it harder to make things grow, but a place with a lot of moisture can boost her abilities

Personality: High energy, anxious, and worrisome, Marah (pronounced just like Mara) is the epitome of all three words. She is cautious and very careful towards all things new and alien, which can come off as almost being fearful but she keeps herself open to new things...as long as its not too life risking. Most of her life Marah was sheltered in the small clearing of a large forest, and her small-world lifestyle left her very curious about life beyond the mirror pools. Though she lived closed-off, she's very accepting and open minded, she hates small thinkers, especially the arrogant and verbally opinionated ones. Sure she can be a little frantic and spazzy but she tries to keep calm, cool, and collected as best as she can.

Marah can sometimes show a few feminist colors from time to time. Being from a female-only background she was raised with a mentality that can be a little biased toward men and their tendencies.

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History/Bio: Marah's father is unknown, as Nymphs tend to run a strictly matriarchal society. She was raised by a group of women, her mother being the oldest and therefore the independent leader of their small troupe. Because he was the eldest's daughter, mom was a little over bearing and over protective. At a certain age, most nymphs leave the coop and spread their wings away from home. As a sort of coming-of-age tradition, nymphs go on a pilgrimage to search for a special place that they will guard for many years and settle there. Deep, deep, in an Earth Kingdom forest, are what the forest nymphs call the Mythos Mirror Pools. Completely hidden by all sorts of exotic flora and large trees, the pools were said to have magical healing properties.

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Job: Support

Appearance: At first glance, with her petite stature (no taller than 5'1") large, doe-like eyes, and pursed rosy lips, Marah resembles a porcelain doll. She has straight, golden, hair that drapes down to her hips, embellished with tiny flowers at her crown. The flowers will change from time to time, but she's almost never seen with out them. Her hairstyles vary from a long braid, two long braids, loose down, or, as she's more commonly seen with, half up-half down (as seen in pic above). Her nymph genetics gave her pointed ears, and a light, almost ethereal complexion that faintly glitters in direct sunlight, giving her a ghost-like, supernatural glow.

Weapons/Armor:
Armor explained in abilities section, no man-made weapons.


Other: None? maybe? for now?​

 

[Brax]

Spoiler: mood music

• Basic Information
• Characteristics
• History

• 
  
  Kingdom of Origin:
  Falcland
  
  Age:
  Two hundred and one years old
  
  Gender:
  Male, Soul Elf
  
  Appearance:
  Six foot seven.
  Two hundred pounds.
  Tattoos running down the right side of his face and torso.
  
• 
  Abilities:
  - Superhuman agility and reflexes.
  - Superior sight and hearing.
  - Inherent Magic; Kieran is capable of utilizing chi within himself to display a number of ways. A side effect of his powers results in a white aura. His spells can be used to massively empower his senses, augmentate his physique and generate constructs.
  - Basic Telepathy - Namely, the ability to communicate silently among other elves or humans that have some sort of magical affinity. This also allows him to communicate with a small amount of creatures in the wild.
  - Master archer. Formidable hand-to-hand combat skills.
  - Is capable of surviving off of barren lands.
  - His intelligence parallels his geographical prowess, both of which were obtained over his many years of existence.
  
  Personality:
  Kieran is the type of being who is unwavering in his personal goals. He does not hold ties to any religion, nor does he fight in the name of any God. While he does not pride himself on good deeds, he does take time to appreciate his position in life and offer help to those who are in need without question. Oftentimes, Kieran looks down at others who do not withhold the same amount of knowledge or power as he does. These usually go unvocalized. Unlike most Elves, Kieran does not have any pride in his race or culture. Most of his days are spent looking forward at the horizon as opposed to his past. He does not default to introspective thought unless it is necessary. He is a highly reactive personality and in some cases a social chameleon; he adapts to the energy of the person who he is communicating with.
  
  Kieran will analyze body language as well as tone of voice in attempts to find truth in spoken word. He shoots it straight. The elf is not a liar and would sooner tell a person how he feels before deceptively leading them on. Kieran is often skeptical of others, especially those he does not know. Rarely will he hide his opinions on matters asked of him and prefers relationships built on factual knowledge. While he is not highly emotional, he does withhold the ability to empathize with others. Thus, he tends to keep people at an arm’s length to minimize the pain they could cause by using him as their own personal floor mat.
  
  Job:
  Vice Overseer, Oceanius Empire.
  
  Weapons/Armor:
  Picture; a bow, a quiver of arrows, a sword. Armor covering his shoulders, wrists, chest and thighs.
  
• 
  History/Bio:
  Born to two Fire Elves in the woodland region named Evrawc, Kieran was raised not knowing where his parents were from or what his own race was. The children he played with were of all different races. One thing was for sure; his physical makeup, the same one that stared back at him in a mirror, was unlike most of the others aside from his parents. When he was asked, oftentimes Kieran was ignored. Eventually he stopped wondering about it altogether, figuring that it was something that he would never learn on his own. A short amount of time after the boy’s twelfth birthday, his parents left their little wooden lodge to pick some herbs. Hours turned to days, but they never came home. The boy grieved, not knowing where his parents were. He continued living his life as best he could. He was able to take care of himself after learning a few hard lessons, namely that herbs were scarce and were better cultivated. A few months of living on his own saw his mentality change, but it mattered very little when one day he came home to his lodge being ransacked. It wasn’t safe to live there anymore - so he left.
  
  He spent the next year living in the nooks and crannies provided by the terrain of Evrawc, in Falcland. Eventually he was caught by a group of bandits. Their leader was a dwarf named Kughun Horntoe, a man who was known by the clan to hold his own with an axe. The group was made up of various races. Instead of murdering Kieran or taking what he had, they instead decided that he was malleable enough to be utilized. Kughun and his men taught Kieran how to fight, namely with a bow. They were in need of someone who was able to provide backup from a distance. It was something that Kieran would take with him in the coming days.
  
  At twenty years old, Kieran had been with the same group of bandits for almost half of his life. They taught him quite a lot about the power of currency, what it was like to live rich. What type of man walks with morals. He tasted the spoils for himself but they never lasted. One night in a drunken stupor, Kughun told Kieran that it was not only the same group of bandits that were responsible for the death of his parents. They were responsible for attacking his lodge as well. Kieran was then told that his parents were fire elves that had fled the fiery nation of Igneium. Not only that, but his parents were once bandits themselves. Kughun knew them personally. Kieran was birthed when they were still with the same group but left, wanting a better life for their child. For the first time in his life, Kieran was absolutely conflicted about his state of being.
  
  It wasn’t but a few months later that the group of bandits were ambushed in the night; completely overtaken. Watching as each member of the group were slaughtered one by one, Kieran opted not to fight and instead turned to flee - running from the very group that had been responsible for his upbringing for the past decade. They deserved their fate. The elf was well aware he couldn’t save them, but also, they didn’t deserve to be saved. Left without a home once more, Kieran decided to turn his sights to Auchindrain. Kughun had often spoken about how that was once his home, an area of tolerance and opportunity. Kieran needed to get himself into the workforce to make a living. He no longer wanted to live in the forest, given the horrible experiences he had made it through up until this point.
  
  In Auchindrain, Kieran met a seafarer named Niko Jarvinen. He was a human, in his mid-forties. Despite Kieran’s lack of experience on the sea he was hired as part of the crew to help with labor. The elf was easily the youngest on the ship but learned the ropes relatively quick. He was a hard worker who never complained. As time passed, Niko began taking a liking to him. The two spent hours at night talking about their lives. Kieran learned that this man was from Oceanius originally and served in the army. Niko was passionate, kind and understanding. He offered advice to Kieran without ever being asked. The boy was sure to utilize all the man’s wisdom during his time as a hand on deck. During this time, he began training under Niko in general self-defence.
  
  Another ten years passed. The boat was not often attacked throughout this time, but the final time saw a lot of men die. Pirates had become more densely populated over the years. Without enough time to rebound, a lot of Niko’s men died over time. During such tumultuous times, Kieran watched one of his best friends slaughtered before his eyes. It birthed a rage in him - enough to produce flames from the heels of his hands, which swallowed up his blades. After coming out victorious, Niko was not proud of his display. Rather, Niko was scared. Over the next few days Niko began pondering his profession. When they got back to land, the captain retired. He asked Kieran to come with him back to his farm in Lahelein. Kieran accepted without argument.
  
  Over the next thirty years, Niko taught Kieran a form of magic which he had been taught in his youth. It was a very high risk, high reward style. This form of power came inherently; it used the very essence of the soul to empower a vessel. Niko informed him that the soul could only be used in such a way if chants/invocations were involved. This forced a certain mental state upon the user that allows their energy to be manipulated for external use. It didn’t come without its drawbacks, however. To start, Kieran was forced to undergo a ritual which rid him of his fire magic. He found his once-black head of hair had permanently turned white as a result, something that bothered him very much initially. In addition to this, utilizing the magic would slowly eat away at Kieran’s life force, making it the final tool in his arsenal in life-or-death situations. Since life force was not something that was recovered naturally, Kieran would be forced to meditate and draw on ambient magic around him so that he could regain what was lost. There were potions or brews that could be used in place of meditation but the materials were harder to come by.
  
  Unfortunately, Kieran was not able to properly master his magic in time. While thirty years on the green pastures had provided the elf a safe place to practice fighting as well as his magic it simply was not enough. As Niko became unable to care for himself, Kieran stepped up as his caretaker and did so with pride. Niko passed away around ninety years of age. Kieran had been close to the age of sixty at this time but had not looked a year over twenty two. This was the curse of his people, doomed to watch loved ones of other races perish before his time came. Niko was the only resemblance of a father figure that Kieran had ever had. He never had any kids, or even a wife.
  
  Kieran sold the farm to a young couple who were looking to bump into some good luck. He then left Falcland, instead opting to spend the next thirty years of his life as a vagabond. The man traveled various nations, making himself familiar with the lands in places he could find himself settling down in. He had various odd jobs during this time, including payments to fight in various armies belonging to vassal states. With his experiences, Kieran grew much wiser. He became a well-rounded fighter and rather intelligent with time - at an age that other more unfortunate beings could only hope to reach. The elf wasn’t given a gift with his biology, he wasn’t smarter than anyone else, nor was he anything to write home about on the surface. It was mainly his experiences that had provided him with a gift, and further, continued survival. As time went on, Kieran eventually decided to relocate himself in Oceanius, where his father was from.
  

 

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Were-Form body and tail (Credit to Original Artist):


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Human Form Appearance (Minus the Sword, Credit to Deviantart Artist):


Name: Kamodo Daragorn (Kam Darag when he's around strangers or hiding his reptilianism)

Age: 126 (Mokole Live 400-500 years)

Gender: Male

Species/Race: Mokole (Were-Lizard)

Kingdom of Origin: Born to a Mokole nomadic tribe outside the kingdom of Igneium

Abilities:

Hand-to-hand combat - He is very proficient in unarmed combat as he has seen over 100 years of it both in training and experience.

Melee combat - same as hand-to-hand. He's very proficient and can use just about any throwing, striking and blocking instrument very well.

Adaptability - he can adapt to different environments and situations quickly.

Survival - Being in a nomadic tribe for 30 years has its perks. He can live off of the land as long as there are plants, animals or both in the area.

Bartering - He's an amazing bargainer and can haggle a lower price on at least half of what he buys.

Vigilance - not many things catch him off guard.

Strength - Only in his Were form. His strength is multiplied many times over his human form. For example, he can lift a small boulder with ease.

Mnesis - This is an ability that all Mokole have. It is the capability to draw from memories of past reptiles and enact their abilities. Few Mokole have the Rite of Eilodon (ROE), which allows the Mokole the ability to use Mnesis to physically transorm their body. Kamodo is one of those few.

The ROE is a powerful Mnesis ability. it is a direct exercise of the Mokolé's purpose as the Memory of Gaia. The Rite of the Eidolon allows the images (eidolons) contained in Mnesis to take shape. It is as real as the mind of the remembrancer who imagines it. In doing so, the Remembrancer can take the abilities of lizards past and temporarily use them today (i.e. use the carapace of the Ankylosaurus or the regeneration of the gecko). In order to use it, the Remembrancer must meditate at least once per week for 24 hours, two hours at a time with an hour break in between.

The ROE user may only summon two Mnesis abilities at once, and may use them as follows:

1-15 minutes : Three times per day, slight drain on stamina
One hour: Once per day, heavy drain on stamina
Three to five hours: Once per week, driven to unconsciousness for 72 hours after the ability is dispelled.

Using Mnesis can be dangerous, and if used for more than a few hours, the remembrancer can get lost in the memory, never to return to the waking world.

Permanent Attributes (Not Mnesis-Related). These were chosen by his parents at birth and gifted by a ROE Remembrancer:

Hollow bone - He is light, but the bones are as strong as forged aluminum. In comparison, normal Mokole bones have been known to bend steel with a single strike. Same strength and weakness as an aluminum baseball bat.

Leather Wings - He can fly and use the thin edge of the wing or thumb claw as a weapon. Flight is limited to his stamina. If he starts the day out with flying, he can keep it up for a few hours. If he's been walking, talking, running or fighting, the flight is limited based on his state of fatigue. i.e. If he can barely stand, flying is out of the question.

Jacobson's Organ - He can sense heat signatures up to 100 meters away

Sturdy Lung/Sturdy Tail - He can swim underwater up to 20 mph. Using his wings, he can increase that speed up to 40 mph. When swimming, he can hold his breath up to one hour. Stationary, up to two hours.

Personality: Kamodo is a solitary type. He is willing to talk after he has gotten to know you, but that takes quite awhile. He isn't angered quickly, unless you force him to do something he believes is immoral or you harm the innocent in front of him.

History/Bio: Kamodo was born outside Igneium, as the nation is more friendly to monster-types such as Mokole are. He was raised as a hunter, barterer, scavenger and warrior. The nomad life is not easy. He is accustomed to the city, as his tribe has entered many to trade the skins and meat of animals, as well as provide escort to many a nobleman or woman, regardless of race.

Mokole are a unique were-people, as they do not consider any race below them, Rather, they consider themselves to be protectors of Gaia and all the races therein. Kamodo encountered a nobleman from an elven city where religion is freely expressed in private. The reason for their encounter, well, he was a hired sword for the nobleman's caravan.

When he encountered the man's faith, his curiosity was piqued and he even read the holy text the man gave to him for free. After several years, he came to believe in Someone Higher than Gaia. Someone named Shiloh.

When Kamodo had reached the age of adulthood (30), he went out to prove himself by slaying a mighty beast and bringing back its hide. He was successful, and when he returned, his Wallow (Lizard den) was forsaken. He saw no blood. No sign of struggle. They were gone. The only thing he could think of was that his family believed he had forsaken Gaia to believe in this Creator, Shiloh. His family had expressed their disapproval of it early on. He's been wandering the land since.

Job: Mercenary

Appearance:

Human Form: 6'2" 250 lbs
Archid (Were) Form: 8'5" 562 lbs, Wingspan 18'
Suchid (Reptile) Form: 24 inches high, 16 feet long, 358 lbs

Weapons/Armor:

When in human form, his weapons of choice are a pair of 19" Bolo Machetes and throwing tomahawks. His armor in Human form is limited to a thin Ankylosaur breastplate that covers his front and back under his jacket, which was produced from one of his Remembrancers. His leather, metal-studded wrist and ankle gauntlets complete the set.

When in Archid form, he retains his weapons and uses them only when necessary, as his claws, mouth and wings are his primary weapons. He also retains the Ankylosaur front piece, as it is well known that most lizards have soft bellies. the hard scales on the rest of his body provides more than enough armor.

Fav Childhood Show:
DBZ Cell Arc

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