Fantasy Valerian's Finale: The Reckoning - CS

[FTR]

Name: Aurelius --------
Aliases: Titan, Golden Siege Engine, The Hollow, Black Death (wraith form leaking out of armor)
Age: Wraith trapped in a suit of armor age
Gender: Male-ish
Race: Wraith/Revenant/Etc
Class: Dark Knight Tank
Side: Must serve a ruling monarch by result of entrapment in suit

PERSONAL
Sexuality: N/A
High Concept: Hmm, something like; Tormented soul of a warrior turned wraith by tragedy and then entrapped in suit.
Character Alignment: True Neutral in suit, Chaotic Evil if released.
Relatives: Family all dead in an Empire long gone.
Organizations\Affiliations: King's Court?
Personality: All business, totally professional, has little to say, is hard to understand anyway. Occasionally, you can make out a sliver of humanity in him but for the most part he's a godless war machine with no capability to disobey or be unreliable as long as he's confined to the suit. You can get him to perhaps engage in conversation with you if you possess a relic from his time, otherwise he'll mostly just stare at you emptily.
Backstory: TBA

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Spoiler: Armor

Spoiler: Wraith

Weapons & Armor: Relic sword, immense magic armor.
Items & Personal Belongings: None
Skills & Abilities: Very imposing, masterful tactician, brilliant fighter, remarkably agile for being so colossal.
Spells & Magic: Can leak some of his wraith power for a very short time, in excruciating pain, until the armor takes full effect and pulls it back in. (Like a sentient black smoke that ruins people.)

Spoiler

Weaknesses: Any magic or weapon that can pass through his armor and damage his ethereal form (weapon must be imbued with some sort of opposing magic, plain metal will just piss him off). Magic specifically for wraiths, invoking by true name or holy practices designed for spirit negotiation are most effective.

FLUFF

Spoiler: Talks like this guy

Hobbies: Standing idly, walking idly, sleeping giant status.
Quote\s: "Suffer."
Theme: x)

 

[Safety Hammer]

Name: Aurelius --------
Aliases: Titan, Golden Siege Engine, The Hollow, Black Death (wraith form leaking out of armor)
Age: Wraith trapped in a suit of armor age
Gender: Male-ish
Race: Wraith
Class: Dark Knight Tank
Side: Must serve a ruling monarch by result of entrapment in suit

PERSONAL
Sexuality: N/A
High Concept: Hmm, something like; Tormented soul of a warrior turned wraith by tragedy and then entrapped in suit.
Character Alignment: True Neutral in suit, Chaotic Evil if released.
Relatives: Family all dead in an Empire long gone.
Organizations\Affiliations: King's Court?
Personality: All business, totally professional, has little to say, is hard to understand anyway. Occasionally, you can make out a sliver of humanity in him but for the most part he's a godless war machine with no capability to disobey or be unreliable as long as he's confined to the suit. You can get him to perhaps engage in conversation with you if you possess a relic from his time, otherwise he'll mostly just stare at you emptily.
Backstory: TBA

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Spoiler: Armor

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Spoiler: Wraith

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Weapons & Armor: Relic sword, immense magic armor.
Items & Personal Belongings: None
Skills & Abilities: Very imposing, masterful tactician, brilliant fighter, remarkably agile for being so colossal.
Spells & Magic: Can leak some of his wraith power for a very short time, in excruciating pain, until the armor takes full effect and pulls it back in. (Like a sentient black smoke that ruins people.

Spoiler

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Weaknesses: Any magic or weapon that can pass through his armor and damage his ethereal form. Magic specifically for wraiths, invoking by true name or holy practices are most effective.

FLUFF

Spoiler: Talks like this guy

Hobbies: Standing idly, sleeping giant status.
Quote\s: "Suffer."
Theme: TBA

Your theme has to be Enter Sandman. It just seems right.

 

[Prrrgadilly]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Neaelus
Aliases: Wind Walker, Aerie
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Sylph
Class: Elemental Magician
Side: Basically opposition

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Demisexual
High Concept: An unusual sylph looking for his lost past, and a bit of peace.
Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Relatives: Neaelus had a mother, father, and three elder brothers. He can’t remember any of them unfortunately.
Organizations\Affiliations: Acolyte of Xuol
Personality: Neaelus is a kind-hearted soul. He appreciates people, and likes to make friends, but he is used to being alone and does not mind it. He enjoys smiling and will make jokes or do something pretty with his powers to share the smiles. Because of his intellect, he can appear to be condescending or patronizing, and will apologize profusely for insulting someone or hurting another’s feelings. He is extremely driven and determined, exhibiting an elevated level of focus that is unheard of for sylphs, or the like.

Backstory: Neaelus was just a baby when he literally drifted into his family’s life like a dandelion seed on the breeze. His adoptive family had just lost a child after childbirth, and they saw Neaelus as a gift from the gods. Neaelus grew up, as a human, in a small forgettable village, in southern Riverria. Unlike his brothers, Neaelus had a flair for the intellectual and sought knowledge and wisdom in his free time instead of cheap thrills and pranks. When he used his wind magic to save his brother from a fatal fall, his family praised him. The village grew jealous and fearful of his power as it manifested to help him in nearly all facets of life. As his powers grew, his own family began to worry for him. There was a storm building around Neaelus, and he could only wait for it to break.

The metaphorical storm broke in the aftermath of a literal one; a tornado had touched down and wreaked havoc to the village’s main source of income: their fields. Everyone Neaelus knew came after him because he hadn’t been able to protect anyone with his power, not even his family’s farm. Fleeing the people’s ire in an unprecedented display of power, Neaelus became a bundle of clouds that were carried away in a sharp breeze.

Unused to being a cloud, Neaelus lost himself in the skies. When he finally came down, several years had passed, and he had forgotten everything but his own name and a sense searching for something he had lost. Maybe, one day he’ll remember the family whose life he blew in and out of on a breeze.

PHYSICAL
Appearance: Height of 5’11”. Weight of 120lbs
Weapons & Armor: Armored robes light as silk with the protection of leather. Bladed war fans. Large pouch full of stone arrowheads. A solid steel ball 6” in diameter.

Spoiler: Scythe of Demise

Items & Personal Belongings: Knapsack, change of clothes, hand fans, pinwheels, pen case and ink well, basic medicine bag, sewing kit, knapping kit, water skin, nearly empty coin purse
Skills & Abilities: Dexterous fingers and mind, good with handicrafts, excellent marksman, multilingual, can decipher written word easily, acrobatic, flexible, agile
Spells & Magic:
Aeromancy: Neaelus is a master of air magics through his own studious focus and innate abilities. He has become adept at using winds to manipulate objects as if he held them in his hands.

1. Novice Vortex Sphere: By tightening the rotation of a series of winds into a simultaneously tumultuous inner sphere and constricting outer sphere, Neaelus can create a ball of increased density that can explode or implode with disastrous results.

Spoiler: Reference

Sylph traits: Neaelus is accompanied by an omnipresent breeze that can respond to his emotions. His body is quite airy and is less effected by gravity. If there is air to breath, Neaelus can breathe easy. He can also speak with birds and other flying creatures.

Storm in the blood: Neaelus can use the friction of wind to produce electricity. He is still novice in his control and lighting magic is inherently unstable. It is a magic he prefers to use purely for combat and as a part of his trump set. Producing electricity to direct requires intense concentration, but he can collect ambient electric energy to jumpstart the process.

Fanning The Embers: By becoming the Xuol's acolyte, Neaelus has been given the ability to call flames, pestilence, and decay. As he is unused to the power, Neaelus is only able to affect changes within the range of his scythe.

Weaknesses:
Amnesia
Debilitating claustrophobia
Physically slight and delicate
Can only use air magic and its facets, like lightning.
Sylph traits
Fanning The Embers is physically taxing and short ranged
FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: singing, flying, showcasing his magic, being beneath the open sky, meditating
Quote\s: “I apologize for my rude behavior.” The is no limit to the sky; why should I limit my hopes and dreams?” “Sometimes, peace and quiet is all you need.”
Theme: Métisse - Boom Boom Bâ

 

[Safety Hammer]

View attachment 303800 BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Neaelus
Aliases: Wind Walker, Aerie
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Sylph
Class: Elemental Magician
Side: Basically opposition

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Demisexual
High Concept: An unusual sylph looking for his lost past, and a bit of peace.
Character Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Relatives: Neaelus had a mother, father, and three elder brothers. He can’t remember any of them unfortunately.
Organizations\Affiliations: None yet
Personality: Neaelus is a kind-hearted soul. He appreciates people, and likes to make friends, but he is used to being alone and does not mind it. He enjoys smiling and will make jokes or do something pretty with his powers to share the smiles. Because of his intellect, he can appear to be condescending or patronizing, and will apologize profusely for insulting someone or hurting another’s feelings. He is extremely driven and determined, exhibiting an elevated level of focus that is unheard of for sylphs, or the like.

Backstory: Neaelus was just a baby when he literally drifted into his family’s life like a dandelion seed on the breeze. His adoptive family had just lost a child after childbirth, and they saw Neaelus as a gift from the gods. Neaelus grew up, as a human, in a small forgettable village, in southern Riverria. Unlike his brothers, Neaelus had a flair for the intellectual and sought knowledge and wisdom in his free time instead of cheap thrills and pranks. When he used his wind magic to save his brother from a fatal fall, his family praised him. The village grew jealous and fearful of his power as it manifested to help him in nearly all facets of life. As his powers grew, his own family began to worry for him. There was a storm building around Neaelus, and he could only wait for it to break.

The metaphorical storm broke in the aftermath of a literal one; a tornado had touched down and wreaked havoc to the village’s main source of income: their fields. Everyone Neaelus knew came after him because he hadn’t been able to protect anyone with his power, not even his family’s farm. Fleeing the people’s ire in an unprecedented display of power, Neaelus became a bundle of clouds that were carried away in a sharp breeze.

Unused to being a cloud, Neaelus lost himself in the skies. When he finally came down, several years had passed, and he had forgotten everything but his own name and a sense searching for something he had lost. Maybe, one day he’ll remember the family whose life he blew in and out of on a breeze.

PHYSICAL
Appearance: Height of 5’11”. Weight of 120lbs
Weapons & Armor: Armored robes light as silk with the protection of leather. Bladed war fans. Large pouch full of stone arrowheads. A solid steel ball 6” in diameter.
Items & Personal Belongings: Knapsack, change of clothes, hand fans, pinwheels, pen case and ink well, basic medicine bag, sewing kit, knapping kit, water skin, nearly empty coin purse
Skills & Abilities: Dexterous fingers and mind, good with handicrafts, excellent marksman, multilingual, can decipher written word easily, acrobatic, flexible, agile
Spells & Magic:
Aeromancy: Neaelus is a master of air magics through his own studious focus and innate abilities. He has become adept at using winds to manipulate objects as if he held them in his hands.

Sylph traits: Neaelus is accompanied by an omnipresent breeze that can respond to his emotions. His body is quite airy and is less effected by gravity. If there is air to breath, Neaelus can breathe easy. He can also speak with birds and other flying creatures.

Storm in the blood: Neaelus can use the friction of wind to produce electricity. He is still novice in his control and lighting magic is inherently unstable. It is a magic he prefers to use purely for combat and as a part of his trump set. Producing electricity to direct requires intense concentration, but he can collect ambient electric energy to jumpstart the process.


Weaknesses:
Amnesia
Debilitating claustrophobia
Physically slight and delicate
Can only use air magic and its facets, like lightning.
Sylph traits
FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: singing, flying, showcasing his magic, being beneath the open sky, meditating
Quote\s: “I apologize for my rude behavior.” The is no limit to the sky; why should I limit my hopes and dreams?” “Sometimes, peace and quiet is all you need.”
Theme: Métisse - Boom Boom Bâ

Tyr's gonna hug him.

 

[Prrrgadilly]

Tyr's gonna hug him.

Perv alert

 

[Paint The Wind]

BASIC INFORMATION​

Name: Arabelle Fa'Lanis
Aliases:
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Half-elf
Class: Slave
Side: Opposition

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Straight
High Concept: Arabelle is fearful, loyal, and incredibly selfless.
Character Alignment: Chaos Good
Relatives: Bailey Fa'Lanis
Organizations\Affiliations: None
Personality: Arabelle is extremely selfless, to the point of self-destruction. She loves people, and she loves helping people. She has a hard one being around men alone due to her traumatic past, and if she is around them and they act at all threatening she just falls silent and starts shaking, expecting the worst. She is somewhat outspoken, or at least she used to be.
Backstory: Arabelle lived a happy life before her capture. She was closest with her older sister, Bailey. She loved the little ones too, but she and Bailey were inseparable. When she was sold into slavery she tried to fight it, but was quickly trained as to the proper way to act, and she lost parts of her personality that she sometimes wondered if she would ever get back.

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Weapons & Armor: She isn't allowed to carry any weapons
Items & Personal Belongings: She wears a small necklace that Bailey had given her on her birthday, two weeks before her capture.

Skills & Abilities: She is very endearing and her sweet attitude can make even the hardest shells crack
Spells & Magic: She can heal simple wounds, and has the power to do more but was never trained in it.
Weaknesses: She is utterly traumatized by her past and thus has a hard time being alone with men, as she was always raped and abused when she was alone with one. She also can be too selfless, and will endanger herself for the good of others, and sometimes can't see the bigger picture.

FLUFF:
Hobbies: She doesn't really do anything
Quote\s: "Leave my sisters alone, I'll take their place." "I just wanted to help."
Theme:

 

[FireMaiden]

Name: Stephen Garrison
Aliases: Steve, Dickhead
Age: 45
Gender: Douchebag but Male I guess
Race: Human
Class: Douche, like major douche
Side: The King

PERSONAL
Sexuality: This doesn't matter, Bailey is gonna kill him as soon as she see's him
High Concept: Dead Man Walking
Character Alignment: Evil Douchebag
Relatives: He has a three sisters and a brother, but they don't like him
Organizations\Affiliations:

• The Red Raptors- A group of slavers who prioritize in the sex slaves and werewolves.
• Merchants Guild- Self explanatory
• Coming Soon! Bailey's Dagger- Which will soon stab him 37 times in the chest

Personality: Stephen is what you would seriously call an abusive dickwad. He has no respect for non-humans, women, the poor, or anyone else he views as below him. He's an entitled snob who seriouly needs the shit kicked outta him.
Backstory: Alright, I'll keep this short and sweet. Steve is the product of selective breeding between the noble houses of Rivanna (or however you spell it). His parents were more focused on looks and power than love, which made for a rather tense relationships with them. Anyway, born into money, he got the best of everything. Education, food, clothes, everything. Most of his whole life went in like this. He never learned common human decency, respect, or anything like that. This really shown through when he bought his first little toy, as he called her. A 6 year old half elf, small and terrified. It was perfect. For the years he has had her, Arabelle was his play thing. He made her do everything from house work to sexual "favors". Even let his friends have a few turns with her. Currently passing through a nasty little area on their way to Steven's home in the Capital.
PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Weapons & Armor:

• As for armor: Nothing really. He always wears fine clothes made of dyed silks, with expensive accents.
• Normal Silver Sword: A pretty common sword presented to him a gift from the Red Raptors
• Body Guards: What entitled little prick doesn't have body guards? His come in the form of brainwashed Werewolves who, of given the chance, would free the slave girl and kill the bastard.

Items & Personal Belongings:

• Merchant Guild Crest
• Lots of money
• Arabelle
• Maps

Skills & Abilities:

• Does being an evil dick count? Cause other than that, there's not really anything else that's even worth mentioning.
• Beating slaves
• Hording money

Spells & Magic:

• Surprise! The evil dick has a spell which causes unimaginable pain. Only those with a strong mind can withstand it.

Weaknesses:

• Egotistical dick
• Number one fuckhead
• Ignorant
• A whiny brat
• Coward
• Soon to be dead as I plan on killing him off

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

 

[Wilted]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Arcadia Leosordum
Aliases: "Cadia"
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Battle Cleric
Side: The King

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Heterosexual
High Concept: Polite battle cleric with a secret sadistic streak.
Character Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Relatives: (People that are biologically related to your character)
Organizations\Affiliations: The Order of Luminea
Personality: Arcadia's usual behaviour is very cordial and polite, regardless of who she is speaking to. However, she acts distant to nearly, if not everyone she knows, and behaves in a stoic, emotionless mannerism. Despite her reserved behaviour, she has no qualms about using overtly or unnecessarily violent methods to fight; she even secretly enjoys doing such deeds, and seems to have a secret streak of sadism. Due to her upbringing, she is extremely loyal to her religion's deity, and the king to an extent.

Backstory: Arcadia was the child of a family of noble-born warriors who belonged to a religious group known as the Order of Luminea. Though small, the Order was known for its devout devotion to their deity of worship, whom the order was named after, along with their holy weapons, claimed to be imbued with the power of light itself. These weapons were blessed with such power after its bearer completed a journey around Rivianna, aiding as many people in need of help as possible. Due to her parent's loyalty to their religion, Arcadia was raised and taught a strict loyalty to their religion and deity.

With the mysterious passing of her father, she found herself inheriting her holy weapon, rather than earning it herself; shortly afterward, the Order shifted its beliefs to serve the then newly crowned king, a multitude of its highranking members claiming that the light deity herself had come to them in a dream, ordering them to give their support to the king. Arcadia blindly followed, eventually serving in the kingdom's army as a prodigious warrior due to the strength her father's axe gave her.

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Spoiler: Appearance

Weapons & Armor:
-Luscer: A large axe with an elongated handle; a holy weapon that leaves flashes of light when attacked with and grants its bearer a large amount of strength
-Wears a light amount of armour for protection

Items & Personal Belongings:
-Various talismans and metal engravings she believes to bring good luck; hands them out freely
-Book of teachings from her religion
-Medicine

Skills & Abilities:
-Has a small amount of knowledge in natural medicine
-Finds it easy to deceive others into thinking she is harmless by her mostly harmless appearance

Spells & Magic:
-Can heal injuries and wounds; however, she experiences difficulty healing anything more than minor cuts or injuries
-Can conjure a short, blinding flash of light; doesn't do any damage, but is capable of stunning targets if they are caught off guard

Weaknesses:
-Her physical strength comes from her weapon alone; without it, she is utterly defenseless in terms of physical combat
-Due to lack of practice, her healing magic isn't very strong

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

 

[Birdsie]

Name: Stephen Garrison
Aliases: Steve, Dickhead
Age: 45
Gender: Douchebag but Male I guess
Race: Human
Class: Douche, like major douche
Side: The King

PERSONAL
Sexuality: This doesn't matter, Bailey is gonna kill him as soon as she see's him
High Concept: Dead Man Walking
Character Alignment: Evil Douchebag
Relatives: He has a three sisters and a brother, but they don't like him
Organizations\Affiliations:

• The Red Raptors- A group of slavers who prioritize in the sex slaves and werewolves.
• Merchants Guild- Self explanatory
• Coming Soon! Bailey's Dagger- Which will soon stab him 37 times in the chest

Personality: Stephen is what you would seriously call an abusive dickwad. He has no respect for non-humans, women, the poor, or anyone else he views as below him. He's an entitled snob who seriouly needs the shit kicked outta him.
Backstory: Alright, I'll keep this short and sweet. Steve is the product of selective breeding between the noble houses of Rivanna (or however you spell it). His parents were more focused on looks and power than love, which made for a rather tense relationships with them. Anyway, born into money, he got the best of everything. Education, food, clothes, everything. Most of his whole life went in like this. He never learned common human decency, respect, or anything like that. This really shown through when he bought his first little toy, as he called her. A 6 year old half elf, small and terrified. It was perfect. For the years he has had her, Arabelle was his play thing. He made her do everything from house work to sexual "favors". Even let his friends have a few turns with her. Currently passing through a nasty little area on their way to Steven's home in the Capital.
PHYSICAL
Appearance:
View attachment 304263
Weapons & Armor:

• As for armor: Nothing really. He always wears fine clothes made of dyed silks, with expensive accents.
• Normal Silver Sword: A pretty common sword presented to him a gift from the Red Raptors
• Body Guards: What entitled little prick doesn't have body guards? His come in the form of brainwashed Werewolves who, of given the chance, would free the slave girl and kill the bastard.

Items & Personal Belongings:

• Merchant Guild Crest
• Lots of money
• Arabelle
• Maps

Skills & Abilities:

• Does being an evil dick count? Cause other than that, there's not really anything else that's even worth mentioning.
• Beating slaves
• Hording money

Spells & Magic:

• Surprise! The evil dick has a spell which causes unimaginable pain. Only those with a strong mind can withstand it.

Weaknesses:

• Egotistical dick
• Number one fuckhead
• Ignorant
• A whiny brat
• Coward
• Soon to be dead as I plan on killing him off

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

Okay, but if he's gonna die right away why waste time on a CS, you could have just NPC'd him.

 

[FireMaiden]

Okay, but if he's gonna die right away why waste time on a CS, you could have just NPC'd him.

*shrugs* Idk

 

[Arvios]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Tyrus Callis
Aliases: Ty, Ironscale
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Race: Lizaro (Lizard Folk)
Class: Fighter / Knight
Side: Neutral (Leans to Opposition)

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Heterosexual
High Concept: A renegade reptile searching for somewhere to call home.
Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Relatives: Destry Callis (Brother)
Organizations\Affiliations: Hugo Ferrous [Lost Companion], Guild of the Nine Shields (Knight’s Guild)

Personality: He tries to avoid trouble, but unknowingly invites it. Although he doesn’t consider himself a bad person, he has a tendency of being irritable as he’s quick to defend himself and attempt to turn arguments over. He tries to avoid humans, as the King has eyes and ears everywhere, and as such has a slight mistrust towards them.

Backstory: Once a part of a neighboring kingdom’s infantry unit, where non-humans were welcome, Tyrus led a disciplined, yet comfortable life as a member of the Blackstone Vanguard. This infantry unit was in a moderately high level ranking— the second highest of five in the Kingdom of Laverosa —and as such was well respected in both the Crown’s eye and that of the public. However, as soon as King Jules heard about the unimaginable force of power that Rivannia had utilized to conquer the surrounding territories, the monarch invited the forces in, without putting up a fight. He beckoned to his armies to avoid any action, as this would only cause death and destruction to all that they had built. Without a second thought, King Jules gave his own life, an inevitable loss, to protect those of his people.

Several years had passed. The original infantry was turned into a mockery by the local citizens who didn’t hesitate to label them as worthless cowards for letting the siege happen. They were ridiculed, and being a part of the once proud armada was now an embarrassment. The size of the legions began dwindling in size, slowly being replaced by Rivannia’s own soldiers. Eventually, Tyrus and his remaining comrades were deployed for maintaining order in the city as patrol units, which made their interactions with the citizens far more intolerable.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that rumors of a “labor” camp was built on the outskirts of the kingdom. Then, the disappearances started occurring only days later. Though Tyrus remained loyal to his faction, and to some extent to the now ruling Kingdom, who did technically invite a time of economic prosperity, it was hard to ignore that non-humans and extremist groups were being targeted. Being a part of the once regal armed forces didn’t manage to sway opinions, either, as close acquaintances from his unit suddenly stopped appearing for rounds.

Eventually, this occurrence reached specifically against the once regal soldiers of the Laverosa Guard. When a Laverosa soldier disappeared, a Rivannian face had soon replaced their position. A mage from a lower ranking by the name of Hugo Ferrous was one of the few friends Tyrus had in the unit. Although he didn’t know him initially until they were forced into patrolling the city, Hugo convinced the Lizaro to join him in fleeing the Kingdom before they, too, mysteriously disappeared. Knowing the entrances and secret routes between the walls of the city like the back of his hand, the two managed to escape the “cleansing” from the Rivannia forces, fleeing to wherever they could. Unfortunately, Hugo had something personal to attend to, and so the two took to their own path soon after.

To this day, he avoids settling down and keeps searching for a place to call home. But as the days continue to pass, so does the influence of King Valerian. Wherever he goes, discrimination is always just around the corner. Sometimes passive, sometimes more active, but it’s always there. Tyrus is constantly looking over his shoulder, possessed by a sense of creeping paranoia, as if something else left the Kingdom that day. Something that wants him back.

PHYSICAL

• Appearance
• Weapons
• Armor

• 
  
  
  Tyrus stands at a height of 6’6”, weighing in at 240 lbs. The armor he fled with from his order has been modified to sever ties with Laverosa (in order to avoid being identified), and as such has been reduced in wholeness (as explained in the Armor heading). He has bright red slits for eyes, well contrasted against his dorsal scales that are a dark alternation between a dull blue and murky green, while his ventral scales diminish into a faded shade of tan. He sports long dagger-like claws on his hands and feet that he’s not shy of using, with sharpened rows of teeth, as well as a powerful tail spanning over half of his body height.
  
• 
  
  
  A great axe that is two handed and is capable of back swings, it weighs in at 18 pounds, while spanning a 4'10" height. This is an original axe from the Blackstone Vanguard, though the emblem that was once in the opening of the secondary head has been purposefully tarnished beyond recognition.
  
• 
  Tyrus only possesses a partial set of his original armor from the Blackstone Vanguard. He disposed of the segments that bore emblems, or were recognizable as originating from Laverosa. The armor isn't the lightest of materials, though proves to be well rounded in defensive capabilities. The current set is enough to allow swifter movements, though obviously sacrifices protective capabilities (even though this wasn't the main intention behind the alteration).
  
  As a result, currently, his armor set includes hoisted plating that covers his frontal thigh area, leaving the rest of his lower body unprotected. His upper body is better protected, having both shoulder braces, right forearm plating, and a gauntlet on his right hand.
  

Items & Personal Belongings: As a traveler, Tyrus is never seen without his canvas knapsack. It stores a single change of clothing, enough prepared food and water to last him a full eight days of being active (or longer if he's inactive, as a Lizaro merit), his currency, a sheathe for his axe, and it even has a strap that allows for his axe to be fastened.

• Skills
• Abilities

• 
  
  • Blackstone Vanguard: As a previous ranking knight, Tyrus is well versed in combat. This spans from many heavy weapons and armors, to their lighter variations, as well as shields of all sizes.
    
    
  • Southwest Culinary Arts: Tyrus is capable of cooking great restorative meals, though usually requires decent or prime ingredients.
    
    
  • Arts and Crafts: Developing weapons, traps, and basic camps in the wilderness comes naturally due to past training.
• 
  
  • Natural Survivalist: As a Lizaro, Tyrus gains resistance to physical attacks (thanks to his scales). When in water, he has increased swim speed, stealth, and underwater time (which can be fully taken advantage of with minimal armor), plus is capable of surviving off fresh raw meat.
    
    
  • Intimidation Tactics: His stature and intimidating appearance works well at unsettling those that have subpar levels of valor. In combat, this can cause foes to be induced with very minor levels of fear. Out of combat, this makes him great at negotiating prices when it comes to certain markets. This tends to be nullified altogether with vendors of similar size, or even those that are just as bold and gutsy.

Spells & Magic:

• Deafening Roar: A loud, magical growl that paralyzes targets for a split moment; this can't be used while moving or attacking, and repetitive casts become far less effective. Best used in short-medium range, with diminished effect at medium-long range.
  
  
• Semblance of the Insolent: Tyrus enrages a single target against him, forcing them to attack him for a short moment. Only works in short range, and if used repetitively, requires more magic to be used successfully.
  
  
• Blink Strike: Through the use of magic and energy, performs a very quick and sudden lunge with his weapon as a gap closing technique. The longer the distance that closes the gap, the more tiring and inaccurate it will become. This magic technique can't be used past medium-long range.
  
  
• Crushing Blow: Tyrus can charge his two-handed heavy weapon with magic, unleashing an attack capable of shredding armor. The attack itself is very slow, and requires moderate amounts of both energy and magic. If the weapon is overcharged, it can create a disruptive shock wave, though leaves Tyrus exhausted momentarily.

Weaknesses:

• Tyrus hates talking about his past as it makes him feel like a failure. This is due to the years of abuse and mistreatment by the people he served over the many years of a Rivannia-occupied Laverosa, while also feeling powerless to freeing those wrongly imprisoned. Without much surprise, this has also led to low self-esteem.
  
  
• He is known for having a drinking problem, mainly due to the above. He does well in preventing scenes when around company, as he feels more at ease, though is far more irresponsible when alone.
  
  
• Tyrus is not afraid of throwing his weight around— he isn't a stranger to joining fights, or further instigating them. To him, being outnumbered is only temporary. Being overpowered is merely a test of strength.
  
  
• He's not fond of wizards or anything pertaining to the arcane arts, even though he himself uses abilities that channel from a magical to physical energy plane.

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies:

• Likes to attend marketplaces for deals during days, and bars and taverns during night.
• Secretly enjoys the company of small pets.
  
• Swimming, fishing, and sunbathing.
  
• Clay sculpting

Quote\s:

• "My bark louder than my bite? Why not come closer and see both?"
• "Actions speak louder than words— inaction is even more deafening."

Theme:

 

[FTR]

BASIC
Name: Xuol
Aliases: The Embers, Ashen King, Lord of Forests, Phoenix King.
Age: Old enough
Gender: Genderless
Race: Demon of the forest, more specifically wildfires, disease, demise, the not-good parts of nature.
Class: Patron to a hero
Side: The Opposition

PERSONAL
Sexuality: None
High Concept: Pissed off forest spirit.
Character Alignment: Lawful evil
Relatives: Oberon? Satan? Idk
Organizations\Affiliations: Nature and things pertaining to it.
Personality: A bit of a demented being. While taking pride in upholding the balance with necessary death, Xuol is also one for torturing, killing and imprisoning humans who enter his domain (deep forest). Usually, for no good reason...except their rape and destruction of nature. Mostly self serving everything he tells you should be taken with a brick of salt.
Backstory: N/A

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Weapons & Armor: No weapon or armor, corporeal form is just for ease of interaction.
Items & Personal Belongings: Nature
Skills & Abilities: Smooth operator, knowledgable and wise, has near omni so long as he's in the wilds.
Spells & Magic: Magic characteristic a forest spirit/demon thing.
Weaknesses: Is significantly less powerful outside of the forest, requiring an acolyte to appeal to his power to be able to act. Can be temporarily banished, trapped and negated with the right magic.
FLUFF: (will add when available)
Hobbies: See personality
Quote\s:

Spoiler: Well, that's convenient

Theme:


(I'll make this less bad later.....maybe)

 

[LocKeii]

• BASIC INFORMATION
• PERSONAL
• PHYSICAL
• FLUFF

• 
  Name: Similar to a whale song, it's essentially just a series of octaves in varying pitches.
  Aliases: None, although they're most likely to obtain one given their 'name'.
  Age: Their race does not distinguish by annual dates but it's safe to say they're physically in their late teens to young adult years.
  Gender: Hermaphrodite; doesn't mind what terms are used.
  Race:
  Spoiler: Deep Sea Naiad

  A very sparse race that have taken to living far below the ocean surface. They can breath air as well as they do underwater but it is rare for their kind to appear on land. They are most known for their white hair, bio-luminescent eyes, and clear skin.
  
  Deep sea naiads may have humanoid forms but they have a different customs compared to humans. The first would be the rarity of groups of above three which is more often then naught a single family. They are a very solitary race, even among their own kind. This makes copulation rare and is also a result of their sparse population. The age children are considered 'mature' or in other words 'old enough to survive' range from 10 to 12 years. They can choose to deviate from their guardians at that point without much resistance from the parents. This may seem unorthodox, even callous to a humans point of view but to a Naiads it's a sign of growth. They freely accept when their child is ready to find their own way in life and trust their judgement to leave. And in actuality their species do mentally develop faster than that of the average human.
  
  Class: Elemental Telekinetic
  Side: Unknown; has yet to be decided (persuaded or forced)
  
• 
  Sexuality: Unsure but curious
  High Concept: An alien far from home.
  Character Alignment: True Neutral - Their experiences having been based primarily on survival have not presented them with any real initiative to choose a side. Given the opportunity and situation however they will eventually shift to one or the other.
  Relatives: Two other Naiad's whom current whereabouts are unknown.
  Organizations\Affiliations: Underwater Folk
  Personality: One of the most misconstrued traits of deep sea Naiad's are their supposedly reclusive and hermit like nature. While it is true that most enjoy the calm emptiness of the ocean's depths they do not abhor contact with other species. At worst they may run or hide if startled or are in the presence of unwanted company. Part of the reason behind their preference in solitude however is due to their sensitive telepathic abilities. Without properly being accustomed they can easily become overwhelmed with the thoughts of other sentient beings. Some are even born as empaths with equal sensitivity to the emotions of every living thing around them. This Naiad in particular falls between both spectrums, an unusual occurrence but not uncommon within their race. Due to this they may tend to be outwardly silent as speech is not required for them to know what a person is already thinking and feeling. Communication between Naiad's themselves are rarely orally done, their 'language' relying on projected imagery and for those that can, emotions.
  
  Backstory: It is not uncommon for a deep sea Naiad to go through their entire life without ever breaching the surface above or make contact with it's air-breathing inhabitants. Even in the case of underwater folk their sightings are few and far between as they live up to their name by inhabiting depths of unimaginable pressure and freezing temperatures. Rarer still is meeting another of their race as sparse and few as it is. A chance encounter had led to the two naiad's meeting which overtime blossomed into a close friendship. As fate would have it however one would be content to live in the ocean's depths while the other would have endless curiosity of the world above. So they parted ways but not before forming a telekinetic link; a tie of sorts that allows a Naiad to mentally tether themselves to another living being. With it, even if they were too far to communicate they would still be able to sense the other's presence no matter how far they would be.
  
  One day a spike in their link roused the former from their slumber. A painful prickling sensation that grew and grew until it throbbed in time with their pulsing heart as if trying to outpace the erratic appendage. But just as quickly as it came it receded until only a dull ache remained. It's sudden halt didn't bring comfort but a sense of wrongness that settled heavy in their bones and hummed like shards of glass beneath their skin. The thought of something happening to their friend, something that could transfer that much pain through their connection had them propelling upward to open water. It took three sleepless days of following the weak and tattered link until their travel worn body washed up along one Rivannian's many shorelines. With a stroke of luck it was not a crowded sea port they found themselves upon but a secluded beach with miles of forest separating it from the nearest town.
  
  The transition from the ocean's sea floor to open air took an immediate toll on their body. For nearly half a day they vomited volumes upon volumes of water until eventually their transparent skin turned into a swallow shade of gray. And despite having legs their unsteady gate showed just how unaccustomed they were to solid ground. For now a piece of driftwood enables them to walk with only a slight limp to tell of their struggle. Still weak but at the very least rested and nourished from the local sea life they were ready to traverse deeper inland. But with little to no knowledge of the corruption that had spread through the land nor the actual land itself, it will be a difficult journey ahead.
  
• 
  
  Character Sketch

  
  ​
  Appearance:
  The first thing worth noting would be the skin. From the get go it's easy to see that it is for the most part completely transparent, clearly showing their bone structure beneath the clear tissues of muscles and organs. Most would immediately make the connection to a jellyfish and they aren't far from the truth. In order to survive at the depths which their species inhabit they had adapted to absorbing the water around them into their molecular tissue, raising their fluid levels to 95% and allowing for more flexibility. Eventually it's translucency will fade if they aren't constantly drawing in enough water and will revert back to a swallow, grayish shade.
  
  At first glance most notice the 'thing' attached to their back. It isn't really clear at first but is in fact a sea mammal and one of the ocean's apex predators. They can survive in almost any underwater environment and can withstand great pressures. It can breath above water as well but prefers the ocean depths for greater mobility. Those on the top side call it the 'Death Cap' because of it's habit of grabbing onto a human with it's single claw and maneuvering on top of their skull before proceeding to drown them. They are however a rare species so their toll of human victims is few.
  
  To deep sea naiad's 'Death Caps' are guardians. Newborns are usually paired with one before they reach their first year. They usually attach themselves on the back of a naiad's neck and appear as a cap. They rarely detach since threats are easily handled by their stingers. In return the naiad provides it with faster maneuverability and a unique companionship through their bond.
  
  Next would be the tail. It is not covered in skin so the bones are held together by muscle fiber. It's usually used as a sort of propeller and for close quarter combat.
  
  Weapons & Armor:
  
  • Death Cap - A sentient being that both acts as a weapon and an impromptu helmet.
  
  Items & Personal Belongings:
  
  • A thin but sturdy piece of driftwood used currently as a makeshift cane (or a blunt weapon if need be)
  
  Skills & Abilities:
  
  1. Agile Swimmer - With the use of their webbed appendages and fins they are able to travel at the minimum speed of 80 mph to a maximum of 120 mph.
  2. Nimble Fingers - Their able to work swiftly with small, delicate objects and anything that may require a steady hand.
  3. Soundless Movements - A combination of natural light weight and fluid motions dampen the sound of their movements.
  4. Echo Location (Physical Trait) - Similar to both dolphins and bats, their able to ping sounds off solid objects.
  5. Night Vision (Physical Trait) - Their bioluminescent eyes are able to see in pitch darkness.
  6. Bio-Luminescence (Eyes & parts of the skin) - Can act as a torch in dark places.
  7. Quick Comprehension - Their patient countenance and willingness to learn helps with the process as well.
  8. Exceptional Memory - Although they don't have perfect picture memory they don't easily forget.
  Spells & Magic:
  
  1. Telepathy - Ability to communicate through the mind alone or read the thoughts of others (passive). The maximum distance depends on the user. Those of high skill my be able to track individuals if they are within their mental reach.
  2. Mind Control - Used mostly on non-intelligent sea animals it may take some practice to expand this to it's maximum ability. For now it's effects are subtle and can only be used to persuade or to plant an idea within someones mind. The number of individuals it can affect are 1-3 maximum but the more there are the weaker the effects.
  3. Telekinesis - Again, what can be done and what can't be done depends entirely on the user themselves. Tricks can range from small projectiles to lifting entire buildings. Over exertion can lead to a series of debilitating mental backlashes that could essentially turn the caster into a vegetable.
  4. Empathy - Ability to sense the emotional status within others (passive). This can also be used to project their emotions or manipulate the emotional state of those around them.
  5. Water Manipulation - Highly developed in both defensive and offensive techniques.
  6. Electric & Poison Resistant (passive) -
  7. Astral Projection - While this form is impervious to all tangible harm the physical body itself will be completely vulnerable to attack. Abilities are also limited to telepathic communication only and phasing through solid objects.
  Weaknesses:
  
  1. Fire - An alien source of light and pain that both scares and fascinates them. No matter how curious they are however they will still avoid it whenever possible.
  2. Dry & Arid Terrain - Exposure to dry air and intense heat can have incredibly harmful effects on their body. To be deprived of a certain percentage of bodily fluids will result in the eventual collapse of their major organs until their death.
  3. Mental Strain - Unused to the barrage of thoughts and emotional stimulation they will easily become overwhelmed until they are able to adjust.
  4. Athazagoraphobia - Who are, what we do, choices we make; to forget all of that would be death to them.
     
  5. (Temporary) Environment Transition - From the ocean to land, there are still affected by the sudden and abrupt change of their environments. It's an entirely new land before them and they've yet to experience nor become aware to most of it's dangers.
  6. (Temporary) Limp - Unaccustomed to walking on land and is still suffering from a weakened state.
• 
  Hobbies:
  
  • Exploring hidden crevices, underwater caves, and deep trenches
  • Racing
  • Whale Songs (listening or participating)
  • Sharpening abilities
  • Riding underwater currents
  Quote\s:
  
  • I will
  • Tell me why
  • Step out of the shallows
  • Defeated but never discouraged
  Theme:
  

 

[Prrrgadilly]

• Basic Information
• Personal
• Physical
• Fluff

• 
  BASIC INFORMATION
  Name: Sarel Havenheart
  Aliases: Echidna (privately by Myhirus), Mother Superior (public), Mother/Father/variations (his orphans), Babysitter (Vex)
  Age: 42
  Gender: Male
  Race: Human Abomination
  Class: Pet Master
  Side: Myhirus
  
• 
  PERSONAL
  Sexuality: Myhirus
  High Concept: A pure of heart child willing to become an insidious abomination for his one true love.
  Character Alignment: Lawful Evil
  Relatives: None
  Organizations\Affiliations: Myhirus, Havenheart School and Orphanage
  Personality: Sarel is completely and incomprehensibly insane. He only cares for one thing in this world, Myhirus. Everything else is a tool he uses to elevate Myhirus. His pleasant smile and demeanor. Those heartfelt words and gentle caresses. That empathic understanding and endless patience. Even his tendency to question the King’s actions. All are just tools. Beneath that façade, Sarel is a dauntless devil that will bath an entire race of people in fire if it will lift even a modicum of weight from his heart: Myhirus. He is so devoted to Myhirus, that he allows no one to know how much he loves his King, so as not to be a burden.
  
  Spoiler: Dash of truth

  Sarel isn't as perfectly unhinged as you think. It is obvious, from beyond the 4th wall, that he loves the children he cares for, but he can't really see the forest for the trees, and Myhirus is all the trees.
  
  Backstory: Sarel is a ghost. He has taken great pains to erase his past from the annals of history and eradicate his memory out of the minds of everyone, including Myhirus. If Sarel were to tell anyone, which he never would, his past, he would say that his life truly started on the day Myhirus saved him from being killed for stealing King Arthus’ crown; an act that he had been framed for.
  
  Sarel Havenheart was born Larse Annisson, a bastard and an orphan. An unfortunate nexus of negativity, Larse went through life experiencing all the worst evils that humanity could possibly visit on a young man without killing him. He’d been beaten, torture, raped, castrated, infected, experimented on, used as a floormat, enslaved, and much more. All his honorable actions came out to nil. He even tried to return the King’s stolen crown, and was to be executed, when the insightful speculation of the Crown Prince changed his life forever.
  
  Given a new lease on life, and summarily banished from Rivannia, Larse set out to reinvent himself into someone who could be successful. He’d return victorious and earn the attentions of Myhirus once again. After being exiled for a decade as Larse, Sarel returned to the kingdom and used every imaginable, and a few unimaginable, tactic to rise through the ranks and get even closer to Myhirus. He is not exactly happy with the darkness that has become Myhirus’ heart but it is not his place to question who Myhirus has become; his only concern is to support Myhirus’ goals regardless of where they might take them.
  
  Now, Sarel tends to the children in his care at the orphanage he paid to have built; it took everything he had to build and, now, maintain Havenheart. He takes in all human children, regardless of their background and will care for them for as long as they wish to be upstanding and resourceful citizens of the kingdom. Years of careful planning, greasing palms, and a few assassinations has allowed Sarel to place his children in various influential positions in the government and military. They are as beholden to Sarel, as Sarel is to Myhirus, maybe even more.
  
• 
  PHYSICAL
  Appearance: Height: 6'1" Weight: 170lbs
  Weapons & Armor: His children, his battle form
  Items & Personal Belongings: His children and their belongings
  Skills & Abilities: Silver tongue, emotion emulation, mother’s touch, father’s hands, master tactician, indoctrination
  Spells & Magic: Awakened Blood Magic
  
  Blood Binding: Currently, Sarel only knows how to use blood to bind one thing to another. He can seal a door with blood, lock away secrets, and confine someone to a singular location. His favorite thing to do is bind the lives of people together, for better or worse.
  
  
  1. The Collective – with himself as the focus, Sarel binds that lives of his children together to create a hive of power. This kind of binding is a sharing and cannot be forced, but bound subjects usually lose all thoughts of ever breaking it, afterwards.​
  
  Hemomancy: A facet of his ritualistic magic. Sarel can control and otherwise manipulate spilled blood. The control is limited to blood within his vision (or within a 30ft radius), and must flowing outside of a body. Dried blood is useless and congealing blood is increasingly difficult to manipulate.
  
  Transformation: Sarel can transform into a demonic battle form by draining power from the Collective. The form is immensely powerful but is very costly, and is Sarel’s trump card. He is, however, able to make a superficial transformation to mimic his battle form or anyone in the Collective with no cost to the Collective.
  
  Spoiler: Battle Form

  
  Weaknesses: His unhealthy obsession with Myhirus, his offensive capabilities are restricted to his transformation and children without flowing blood, The Collective
  
• 
  FLUFF
  Hobbies: Making orphans to take in, secretly fawning over Myhirus, spending quality time with his children
  Quote\s: “I am a proud parent. Is there anything better in this world?” “Children please, we do not kill our victims before extracting something useful.” “Your babies make mud. My babies master sword and bow and shield. Of course, they’re better.” “Milord? I question if that is the most efficient course of action.” "Always have I plans within plans."
  Theme: Final Fantasy VIII - The Castle
  
  
  

Sarel's Children

• Coming soon
• Charity
• Sara
• Laerden
• Shadow

• 
  Xerten Allen
  Micheal
  Dioscuri
  Shade
  
• It's actually a pixie cut now, btw.
  
  
• 
• 
  Please forgive my misspelling of his name. The proper spelling is, in fact, Laerden.
  
  
• 

 

[Birdsie]

View attachment 305487BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Sarel Havenheart
Aliases: Echidna (privately by Myhirus), Mother Superior (public), Mother/Father/variations (his orphans), Babysitter (Vex)
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Race: Human Abomination
Class: Pet Master
Side: Myhirus

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Myhirus
High Concept: A pure of heart child willing to become an insidious abomination for his one true love.
Character Alignment: Lawful Evil
Relatives: None
Organizations\Affiliations: Myhirus, Havenheart School and Orphanage
Personality: Sarel is completely and incomprehensibly insane. He only cares for one thing in this world, Myhirus. Everything else is a tool he uses to elevate Myhirus. His pleasant smile and demeanor. Those heartfelt words and gentle caresses. That empathic understanding and endless patience. Even his tendency to question the King’s actions. All are just tools. Beneath that façade, Sarel is a dauntless devil that will bath an entire race of people in fire if it will lift even a modicum of weight from his heart: Myhirus. He is so devoted to Myhirus, that he allows no one to know how much he loves his King, so as not to be a burden.

Spoiler: Dash of truth

Sarel isn't as perfectly unhinged as you think. It is obvious, from beyond the 4th wall, that he loves the children he cares for, but he can't really see the forest for the trees, and Myhirus is all the trees.

Backstory: Sarel is a ghost. He has taken great pains to erase his past from the annals of history and eradicate his memory out of the minds of everyone, including Myhirus. If Sarel were to tell anyone, which he never would, his past, he would say that his life truly started on the day Myhirus saved him from being killed for stealing King Arthus’ crown; an act that he had been framed for.

Sarel Havenheart was born Larse Annisson, a bastard and an orphan. An unfortunate nexus of negativity, Larse went through life experiencing all the worst evils that humanity could possibly visit on a young man without killing him. He’d been beaten, torture, raped, castrated, infected, experimented on, used as a floormat, enslaved, and much more. All his honorable actions came out to nil. He even tried to return the King’s stolen crown, and was to be executed, when the insightful speculation of the Crown Prince changed his life forever.

Given a new lease on life, and summarily banished from Rivannia, Larse set out to reinvent himself into someone who could be successful. He’d return victorious and earn the attentions of Myhirus once again. After being exiled for a decade as Larse, Sarel returned to the kingdom and used every imaginable, and a few unimaginable, tactic to rise through the ranks and get even closer to Myhirus. He is not exactly happy with the darkness that has become Myhirus’ heart but it is not his place to question who Myhirus has become; his only concern is to support Myhirus’ goals regardless of where they might take them.

Now, Sarel tends to the children in his care at the orphanage he paid to have built; it took everything he had to build and, now, maintain Havenheart. He takes in all human children, regardless of their background and will care for them for as long as they wish to be upstanding and resourceful citizens of the kingdom. Years of careful planning, greasing palms, and a few assassinations has allowed Sarel to place his children in various influential positions in the government and military. They are as beholden to Sarel, as Sarel is to Myhirus, maybe even more.

PHYSICAL
Appearance: Height: 6'1" Weight: 170lbs
Weapons & Armor: His children, his battle form
Items & Personal Belongings: His children and their belongings
Skills & Abilities: Silver tongue, emotion emulation, mother’s touch, father’s hands, master tactician, indoctrination
Spells & Magic: Awakened Blood Magic

Blood Binding: Currently, Sarel only knows how to use blood to bind one thing to another. He can seal a door with blood, lock away secrets, and confine someone to a singular location. His favorite thing to do is bind the lives of people together, for better or worse.

1. The Collective – with himself as the focus, Sarel binds that lives of his children together to create a hive of power. This kind of binding is a sharing and cannot be forced, but bound subjects usually lose all thoughts of ever breaking it, afterwards.​

Hemomancy: A facet of his ritualistic magic. Sarel can control and otherwise manipulate spilled blood. The control is limited to blood within his vision (or within a 30ft radius), and must flowing outside of a body. Dried blood is useless and congealing blood is increasingly difficult to manipulate.

Transformation: Sarel can transform into a demonic battle form by draining power from the Collective. The form is immensely powerful but is very costly, and is Sarel’s trump card. He is, however, able to make a superficial transformation to mimic his battle form or anyone in the Collective with no cost to the Collective.

Spoiler: Battle Form

View attachment 305488

Weaknesses: His unhealthy obsession with Myhirus, his offensive capabilities are restricted to his transformation and children without flowing blood, The Collective

FLUFF
Hobbies: Making orphans to take in, secretly fawning over Myhirus, spending quality time with his children
Quote\s: “I am a proud parent. Is there anything better in this world?” “Children please, we do not kill our victims before extracting something useful.” “Your babies make mud. My babies master sword and bow and shield. Of course, they’re better.” “Milord? I question if that is the most efficient course of action.”
Theme: Final Fantasy VIII - The Castle

Not just yandere.
Not just homo.
But also evil.

That feel when Myhirus, the evil infernalist devil-worshipper takes a cross and tries to exorcise something.

 

[Prrrgadilly]

Not just yandere.
Not just homo.
But also evil.

That feel when Myhirus, the evil infernalist devil-worshipper takes a cross and tries to exorcise something.

Yeah well what you should really like is that I:
A. Revived Xer'Lai, but he's evil.
B. Created his entire character because I liked the song
C. I could interchange 'The Castle' with Helsey's Castle, and it'd still fit his chara.


Actually, Imma add that to his CS.

 

[WidowMaker]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Al-Saher.
Aliases: None yet.
Age: 3.
Gender: Genderless.
Race: Journey-Creatures hide mainly under bright red cloaks with a mask hiding true face, can't talk but makes communications with different sounds a short high pitched noise may be happy while a long drawn out low pitched noise could mean something bad. Creatures can jump extremely high and can control their descent time gliding softly from any distance, Cloaks appear to be a part of their spirit somehow removing it kills the creature underneath younger ones typically have a blank cloak while older ones have different forms of symbols on the lowest part.
Class: Wandering Mage.
Side: Has yet to hear of the dispute/ Doesn’t have an opinion.

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Bi
High Concept: Last of its race when it found out what happened to its civilization it started to wander away from the far away deserts to the land of Rivannian it just arrived yet to hear of what's happening in the land.
Character Alignment: Lawful Neutral.
Relatives: Last of its species
Organizations\Affiliations: A bear has been following it around for a couple weeks.
Personality: Al Saher is seen as off-putting at first often at times staying away from people as not to draw attention to itself whether it's because it can't talk or because people think it's a threat it still doesn’t know. After Al Saher found the ruins of his race it felt destroyed and wanted to make sure no other civilization would have this happen to them so it started to wander trying to help people if it can. Can at times be overbearing in people's lives trying to help them too much or when help is not needed.
Backstory: One day Al Saher was born, out of the blue so sudden it didn’t know why it was there and why no one was around all it knew was it had to get to the top of a mountain, this mountain was calling to it. When it got to the top it saw the elders of a long dead race its race and they revealed the story to it Al Saher the last of its kind given immortality by the dying elders used their magic to slingshot itself across the world to new lands trying to find a purpose. When Al Saher landed it felt the same call to adventure it did before and chased it like a high eventually it gained the name Al Saher from the people it helped them naming it the Magician in a lost language. Al Saher liked it and kept it still now knowing how to tell people its name he found a way to engrave it in sand using magic and still tries to communicate with people that way if their the time or possible.

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Weapons & Armor: Red Cloak- Looks soft but is actually an extremely durable fabric hard to pierce. Feet- Al Saher doesn’t like to fight but if it has to it uses its feet.
Items & Personal Belongings: A Charm on its neck used to repeal dark forces but it destroys the charm.
Skills & Abilities: Extremely fast sprinting but only downhill moves half speed uphills.
Spells & Magic: Can use magic to jump extremely high and can control its descent speed slowly gliding down.
Weaknesses: inexperience, lack of combat skills, and can't communicate well.

FLUFF
Hobbies: racing birds.
Quote\s: Boop
Theme:
Birdsie P Paint The Wind

 

[A L M O S]

Name: Dr. Orithius Wyrmwood
Birdsie - Hey, I am not sure if this is still open but I would love to join - this seems amazing.

Aliases: Grand Archivist, Council for the Crown, The BookWyrm, ‘The’ Archivist, The Whispering Librarian, The Shadowscribe, The Tutor
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Human form, but he mostly moves around in his spectral form
Class: Psychic
Side: The Crown

PERSONAL

Sexuality: Sapiosexual (attracted only to intelligence)

High Concept: A man who knows he does not have the ambition and drive to rule the world, so is devoted to the one who is.

Character Alignment: Neutral Evil

Relatives: He had a mother, father and sister once - but when he escaped the small logging town where he grew up in his youth, he left them behind. He only went back once, intending to kill them and destroy any evidence of his origins - but found that they had died a few years ago due to starvation and hunger. He destroyed all remaining records and struck their names from their graves.

Organizations\Affiliations: The Royal Academies, The Royal Court, The Crown

Personality: Dr. Orithius is a quiet, charismatic, intense man. Very focused and manipulative to those he sees as assets, supportive of those he sees as allies, and devoted to those he sees as his betters. He is not forgiving, and if you cause him any sort of discomfort and irritation he will rip your mind in half. If he finds himself in a position where he has to suck up to people more powerful or important than him, he tends to channel his rage into his work, not leaving his rooms for days on end. He sometimes finds himself feeling overly confident with who he sees as his allies, and believes that if he decided that someone was trustworthy, they could be counted on completely.

Backstory: Orithius was born in a cold, year round winter town, where you could either be a logger, a hunter, a farmer or a priest. His father served as the epitome of a long line of born and bred hunters, for which the old man was celebrated among the townsfolk. This always confused Orithius because the man was just using hunting patterns developed by greater people in the past, and using traps designed by people far more ingenious than his father could ever be.

He believed that the old man was undeserving of his status. Status was something earned through individual excellence and not something imitated by lesser sons of greater sires. He left his home when he was seven, having taught himself to read, and write and do mathematics through the local church - before stealing away on the carriage of the tax man. In the city he went about in poverty, until one day he saw a great mathematician sitting in a park playing chess. He asked the man to teach him how to play. He lost the first game - before beating the man twenty games in a row. The man offered to tutor him, and offered him a position in the University.

He studied, and was noted for his knack towards history, philosophy, art, music, science, and magic. He quickly got his position, then his Masters and then his Ph.D. He started tutoring the children of the nobility, before eventually gaining a position in the royal court and with archivist groups - along with the titles that came with it. Over time he has consolidated his power, offering counsel to powerful and dangerous beings and people over the years, while remaining loyal to his Lord - whom he tutored for a while in his youth, before it quickly became clear that they were intellectually comparable, and the sessions developed from instruction to grand sessions of speculation and imagination - the topics beings conquest and development, where ambition and admiration flowed freely. He has a deep affection for the king, first having thought of him as a student, then a genius, then a peer, then a leader and now, tentatively - a friend.

PHYSICAL

Appearance:

Spoiler: Dr Orithius Wyrmwood

Weapons & Armor: He does not wear any armor, and his mind is his weapon.
Items & Personal Belongings: He wears a ring with a large white gem in which allows him to focus his Psychic powers.
Skills & Abilities: Vast academic resources and a near perfect memory. An almost instinctive sense of how far he can push people before they will become antagonistic towards him. He is a skilled strategist, Diplomat and debater - as well as a very skilled academic theorist, who does not bother with the physical application of knowledge, because it has already theoretically been proven. He is very good with playing devil's advocate and likes helping other people see the flaws in their own plans and helps them find creative and effective solutions.

Spells & Magic: Mind reading, mind control, Vast range Telepathy, Limited Telekinesis, Psychometry (touch something and learn what it contains and where it comes from and who has handled it), Astral Projection, Limited Flight

Weaknesses: People with strong wills can defy his mind reading and telepathy, he can’t astral project through walls made of lead, While he is not physically weak in any sense, he is not combat trained and would not be any challenge in a fist or melee fight

Hobbies: Piano, Reading, Writing, thinking, debating, Chess

Quote\s: When having told a lesser noble that he was a waste of space, and the other asking him ‘Why?’ with great affront, Orithius replied -”Your limited capacity for extended logical thought has allowed you to develop a disproportionate sense of self worth through uncritical validation, within in a select social group which unduly celebrates an outdated and lesser evolved set of feats - which said aforementioned social group’s lesser evolved minds already had a bio-psycho-social bias towards, but which's levels of ignorance and arrogance seem to have been exponentially inflated by their own reflect - and similarly pathetic upbringings, i.e. You are too stupid to realize how stupid you are, and you have no hope of realizing it because your friends are just as stupid.” (Think Angry Sherlock)

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[Birdsie]

Name: Dr. Orithius Wyrmwood
Birdsie - Hey, I am not sure if this is still open but I would love to join - this seems amazing.

Aliases: Grand Archivist, Council for the Crown, The BookWyrm, ‘The’ Archivist, The Whispering Librarian, The Shadowscribe, The Tutor
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Human form, but he mostly moves around in his spectral form
Class: Psychic
Side: The Crown

PERSONAL

Sexuality: Sapiosexual (attracted only to intelligence)

High Concept: A man who knows he does not have the ambition and drive to rule the world, so is devoted to the one who is.

Character Alignment: Neutral Evil

Relatives: He had a mother, father and sister once - but when he escaped the small logging town where he grew up in his youth, he left them behind. He only went back once, intending to kill them and destroy any evidence of his origins - but found that they had died a few years ago due to starvation and hunger. He destroyed all remaining records and struck their names from their graves.

Organizations\Affiliations: The Royal Academies, The Royal Court, The Crown

Personality: Dr. Orithius is a quiet, charismatic, intense man. Very focused and manipulative to those he sees as assets, supportive of those he sees as allies, and devoted to those he sees as his betters. He is not forgiving, and if you cause him any sort of discomfort and irritation he will rip your mind in half. If he finds himself in a position where he has to suck up to people more powerful or important than him, he tends to channel his rage into his work, not leaving his rooms for days on end. He sometimes finds himself feeling overly confident with who he sees as his allies, and believes that if he decided that someone was trustworthy, they could be counted on completely.

Backstory: Orithius was born in a cold, year round winter town, where you could either be a logger, a hunter, a farmer or a priest. His father served as the epitome of a long line of born and bred hunters, for which the old man was celebrated among the townsfolk. This always confused Orithius because the man was just using hunting patterns developed by greater people in the past, and using traps designed by people far more ingenious than his father could ever be.

He believed that the old man was undeserving of his status. Status was something earned through individual excellence and not something imitated by lesser sons of greater sires. He left his home when he was seven, having taught himself to read, and write and do mathematics through the local church - before stealing away on the carriage of the tax man. In the city he went about in poverty, until one day he saw a great mathematician sitting in a park playing chess. He asked the man to teach him how to play. He lost the first game - before beating the man twenty games in a row. The man offered to tutor him, and offered him a position in the University.

He studied, and was noted for his knack towards history, philosophy, art, music, science, and magic. He quickly got his position, then his Masters and then his Ph.D. He started tutoring the children of the nobility, before eventually gaining a position in the royal court and with archivist groups - along with the titles that came with it. Over time he has consolidated his power, offering counsel to powerful and dangerous beings and people over the years, while remaining loyal to his Lord - whom he tutored for a while in his youth, before it quickly became clear that they were intellectually comparable, and the sessions developed from instruction to grand sessions of speculation and imagination - the topics beings conquest and development, where ambition and admiration flowed freely. He has a deep affection for the king, first having thought of him as a student, then a genius, then a peer, then a leader and now, tentatively - a friend.

PHYSICAL

Appearance:

Spoiler: Dr Orithius Wyrmwood

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Weapons & Armor: He does not wear any armor, and his mind is his weapon.
Items & Personal Belongings: He wears a ring with a large white gem in which allows him to focus his Psychic powers.
Skills & Abilities: Vast academic resources and a near perfect memory. An almost instinctive sense of how far he can push people before they will become antagonistic towards him. He is a skilled strategist, Diplomat and debater - as well as a very skilled academic theorist, who does not bother with the physical application of knowledge, because it has already theoretically been proven. He is very good with playing devil's advocate and likes helping other people see the flaws in their own plans and helps them find creative and effective solutions.

Spells & Magic: Mind reading, mind control, Vast range Telepathy, Limited Telekinesis, Psychometry (touch something and learn what it contains and where it comes from and who has handled it), Astral Projection, Limited Flight

Weaknesses: People with strong wills can defy his mind reading and telepathy, he can’t astral project through walls made of lead, While he is not physically weak in any sense, he is not combat trained and would not be any challenge in a fist or melee fight

Hobbies: Piano, Reading, Writing, thinking, debating, Chess

Quote\s: When having told a lesser noble that he was a waste of space, and the other asking him ‘Why?’ with great affront, Orithius replied -”Your limited capacity for extended logical thought has allowed you to develop a disproportionate sense of self worth through uncritical validation, within in a select social group which unduly celebrates an outdated and lesser evolved set of feats - which said aforementioned social group’s lesser evolved minds already had a bio-psycho-social bias towards, but which's levels of ignorance and arrogance seem to have been exponentially inflated by their own reflect - and similarly pathetic upbringings, i.e. You are too stupid to realize how stupid you are, and you have no hope of realizing it because your friends are just as stupid.” (Think Angry Sherlock)

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Accepted, just wanted to mention that he is pretty awesome.

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Prrrgadilly , looks like Sarel has a competitor for the King's affections.

Just noticed that we got too many intellectual evil genuises over here in the King's faction, but we lack a proper muscle brained, moronic, towering meat bag. Let me rectify that, once I wake up.

 

[A L M O S]

Prrrgadilly , looks like Sarel has a competitor for the King's affections.

Just noticed that we got too many intellectual evil genuises over here in the King's faction, but we lack a proper muscle brained, moronic, towering meat bag. Let me rectify that, once I wake up.

Accepted, just wanted to mention that he is pretty awesome.

[I tried that once... but I just can't do the stupid thing. If I can't be eloquent then what am I? ]

 

[Prrrgadilly]

I can do stupid, but if I can't be a smug bitch, then what am I?
A L M O S

Please, there is no competition. Sarel and Ori may end up secretly hating each other (Idk how Sarel would react, honestly) but they each know who they are to Myhirus, and neither of them is stupid enough to further trouble already turbulent waters.
Besides, doesn't Aurelius technically count as a muscle brain?
CrimsonEclipse

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

I can do stupid, but if I can't be a smug bitch, then what am I?
A L M O S

Please, there is no competition. Sarel and Ori may end up secretly hating each other (Idk how Sarel would react, honestly) but they each know who they are to Myhirus, and neither of them is stupid enough to further trouble already turbulent waters.
Besides, doesn't Aurelius technically count as a muscle brain?
CrimsonEclipse

Technically no, since he doesn't have a brain. YOHOHOHO! No seriously, it's no like Aurelius is itching for a fight nor is he stupid, he just has no free will and follows the orders of his master.

 

[Wilted]

"Angry Sherlock"? I'm down, lol.

 

[Wilted]

I was thinking about the part mentioned where the king's rule led to a lot of economic growth, and I was thinking that it would be interesting to have a merchant character that sided with him purely for economic reasons, so... this happened.

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Cardinal Ourum
Aliases: The Red Merchant, the Scarlet Greed
Age: 105
Gender: Male
Race: Shade: A spirit of a dead being held back from moving on by a large amount of negative feelings. Takes the form of a humanoid shadow.
Class: Alchemist
Side: The King

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Pansexual
High Concept: A once great merchant that is now a ghost that has devolved into a hollow shell obsessed with money.
Character Alignment: Neutral
Relatives: Argent Ourum (brother, deceased), Orchid Ourum (sister, deceased)
Organizations\Affiliations: The Rouge Merchantry (Founder)

Personality: Cardinal is only a mere shadow of his former self, both figuratively and literally. He almost never moves from his singular sitting position, slouching against a wall or other surface while gazing down at his hands or floor. His only and singular concern is acquiring riches and other currency, but rather than spend them at all, he simply stares at them or plays with them in his hands. Due to his single-minded goals, he is willing to do absolutely anything for the sake of acquiring more riches, even if it means forsaking others' wellbeing for it. He has an arrogant attitude towards others.

Backstory: Cardinal was an aspiring, naive alchemist who crafted medicinal potions and other alchemic remedies in his youth. He started a merchantry with his two siblings, Argent and Orchid, and due to his parents being absent for much of his life, he considered his siblings to be his only family, and were utterly devoted to them. At the time, he only sought to help others, caring little for the amount of profit he made off of it. However, his small business became more successful than he could have ever imagined, gaining fame and profits at a miraculously quick pace. He was hailed as an alchemic genius, and his company grew exponentially.

However, his goals very slowly evolved into profiting from business rather than aiding people for a cheaper price, being overwhelmed with greed from the amount of money he was making. He moved to crush any competition in the industry, attempting to gain a monopoly upon it. During this time, his siblings were also killed while having a dispute with an exceptionally unruly customer, leaving him overwhelmed with grief and nothing else to indulge himself with except money. He began to isolate himself, holing himself up in his home, and refused to eat or sleep, but managed his business from afar behind the scenes. Soon inevitably passing away from starvation, his flood of negative emotions brought him back as an undead spirit, and he has continued to sit against his wall, managing his now large empiric company ever since.

PHYSICAL
Appearance: Cardinal, being long dead, takes the form of a dark, unnaturally slim silhouette. His eyes appear to be dimly flickering white lights. He wears layers of clothing that appear to be expensive and once vibrant shades of read and gold, but they have long faded and become tattered. The most notable of his items of clothing is his now dull red cloak, fastened together by rusted gold chains. Even his "face" is half covered by a large red cap.

Weapons & Armor:
-Can use magic to fling coins at enemies at high speeds.

Items & Personal Belongings:
-Money
-More money
-Various alchemic materials and ingredients

Skills & Abilities:
-Skilled at bargaining and other business practices
-Has a quick mind and is proficient with mathematics and other calculations

Spells & Magic:
-Can teleport himself across shadows and long distances; utilizes this rather than walking or travelling in any other methods.
-As a master alchemist, he is extremely skilled in the creation of potions and other magical goods or projectiles such as bombs through magic.
-Has a very small degree of magical control over shadows- uses this to throw coins and other projectiles as weapons. Due to how precious they are to him, he absolutely refuses to use this without absolute necessity.

Weaknesses:
-His greatest fear is losing his riches. Is easily exploited because of this.
-Is nearly defenceless in combat, save for his one offensive magic ability, and offensive items he can craft through alchemy.
-Despite his confident attitude, he takes offence to insults very easily.

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies:
-Counting coins
-Procrastinating
-Figuring out methods to do things with the least amount of effort possible
Quote\s: "Ah, gold... my only comfort in these dark times."
Theme: (Musical theme)