Fantasy Void of Worlds (CS)

[Melon Bomb]

Character Sheet for Void of Worlds
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[Melon Bomb]

Verre​

Name: Verre Aslin

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Faction: Dove

Personality: Verre is soft-spoken, childish, and inquisitive, but not really keen on sticking his nose into trouble. Having spent much of his life keeping his head down, he comes off as somewhat shy but can be quite talkative once he gets to know somebody. His sense of justice is still developing so he is often unsure what the best thing to do is in any given situation, trusting those he believes in to make the fairer choice. He hates violence and fighting, but will not let that keep him from accomplishing his goals.

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  [Weapon: Short Sword & Dagger] This is about as much as his spindly little arms can handle.
  
  [Tool: Flute] Verre's other hobby, besides bird watching. He's pretty good at it.
  
  
  Abilities:​
  
  [Magic: Bird Person] Verre is able to produce, control, and communicate with birds (but usually just crows).
  
  1. Summon Crow: Verre summons a crow that acts as an extension of his own senses.
  2. Shape Shift: Verre transforms part of his body into that of a crow, creating wings, claws, or simply making his body lighter.
  3. Disperse: Verre transforms into a murder of crows, only one of which needs to remain intact for him to safely revert back to human again.
  [Magic: Carrier Crow] Verre imbues a crow with a magical property.
  
  1. Glass Body: The crow is transmuted into glass, making it harder to spot.
  2. Steel Body: The crow's body is transmuted into steel, making it highly durable and rendering its feathers deadly like blades.
  3. Explosive: The crow explodes with the force of a stick of dynamite.
  [Skill: Threat Detection] Verre is very naturally sharp about picking up that he is being watched, or that something dangerous is coming.
  
  [Skill: Sense of Direction] Verre always seems to know the right way to go.
  
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  Biography:​
  Born native to the Terrarium of Magic - before his world became 'Sheol' - Verre was widely lauded as a prodigy even at a young age. For his proud parents, this was as fantastic as it was frustrating. Young Verre displayed no apparent interest in spell craft, instead choosing to bide his time by watching and playing with birds. He fell behind in his studies and in practice of magic for years until, at length, he was considered just the same as any other student at his academy. Disappointed, his family gave up on trying to build him into the prize horse they had so wished for, resulting in their ultimately apathetic feelings for their child. It wasn't until years later, when the boy turned thirteen, that curiosity surrounding his potential rose again. While failing in general studies and basic applied spell craft, a witness revealed that Verre's bird watching did not go to waste. His magic was highly attuned - not to simple evocation, but to the manipulation of birds. Specifically, crows and ravens.
  
  Following this insight, his true natural ability was shown to have vastly outweighed the talents of his fellow students, earning him an unconventional graduation and a free ticket to pursue whatever field he desired. Scouted by many a prestigious mage coalition, Verre eventually settled on becoming one of the Terrarium of Magic's representatives among the Doves, inspired by his late grandfather who once held a seat in their council. Now, he carries out his role as a humble public servant of mankind...
  
  

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[div class=tag]race:[/div]Demi-Human? Preturnatural Creature? Human but not strictly? [div class=tag]hair color:[/div]Black [div class=tag]eye color:[/div]Muddy Brown but sometimes Topaz [div class=tag]height/weight:[/div]5' 6 135lbs" [div class=tag]distinguishing features:[/div]Dark skin with anglo features? Tattoos up and down arms, across chest, below navel [div class=tag]body mods:[/div]Mercy has ear piercings, sometimes theres feather earrings sometimes not [div class=tag]ailments:[/div] Her mouth has a unique ability to open sometimes at the worst times. [/div][/div] [div class="textcontainer tabsContent tabsContent2 hidden"][div class=text][div class=tag]vices:[/div] Having a smart mouth, An eye for an eye [div class=tag]virtues:[/div] Sweet things when things are bad is a life rule, The people you care about deserve the protection you can give, Alcohol isnt my cup of tea [div class=tag]strengths and Abilities:[/div]Enhanced senses, Enhanced reflexes, intelligence, Speed unlike others, Shapechanging, Martial Arts, Unique Magic and sense of magic, ghosts [div class=tag]weaknesses:[/div]Strength of a regular human that keeps as fit as possible, [div class=tag]likes:[/div]Baking sweets (especially chocolatey things) [div class=tag]dislikes:[/div]Piano and singing, Authority chafes me, my (real) father, [div class=tag]fears:[/div] Leaning on others, being abandoned, being alone, witches, Wolf (a person/vampire), Stupid suicidal people, The Fae (ex: yoyo girl/edith) [/div][/div] [div class="textcontainer tabsContent tabsContent3 hidden"][div class=text][div class=tag]family:[/div]Gary Laughingdog (Half Brother), Margie Thompson(maiden name, Mother) Coyote (Real Father) Evelyn (Foster Mother) Brian (Foster Father), Paul (Margies husband), Ruthie(Half sister), Veronica (Ronnie, Half sister) Bran Cornick (The Marrok, Adoptive father), Samuel Cornick (Ex Boyfriend, Kinda Adoptive brother?) 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[div class=tag]education:[/div]Reed College of Portland Oregon, Bachelors in European History, associates in Teaching, later became a master mechanic [div class=tag]history:[/div]Mercedes was concepted by one Margery Thompson whom at the time was a rodeo bunny and Coyote (who was wearing the identity of Joe Old Coyote) A bull riding native american from Browning Montana. Coyote whom is a Native american Great Manitou could create a person with memories and backstory like a god. Joe was killed a few days later by the vampires after he had taken out one of their seethes before meeting margie. At first Margie had been determined to raise Mercy on her own despite being 18 at the time but when she came to find a coyote pup instead of a human baby in her crib about 6 months after having her she looked for help. She found that help in the Marroks pack back near where it all started. The marrok was the most powerful and dominant werewolf in the Northern Hemisphere (possibly the world) located in a rural town called Aspen Creek in Montana. She grew up there as the foster child of Evelyn and Brian close friends of the Marrok with of course visits from her mother every month. Running with wolves most of her life she learned a lot more about her world, mundane and preturnatural than she would have otherwise. The age of 14 Evelyn died from a long battle of cancer and Brian unable to cope with the loss of his mate committed suicide by drowning himself in one of the arctic lakes. After that Mercy craved a place that could feel like home again and she found that with Samuel Cornick the marrocks oldest son. It was a romance hidden from the marrok because he would have known that his son didn't love the girl and was only wanting her for the possibility of having living children. At 16 after being caught dating the Marroks oldest son Samuel, Bran (the marrok) sent her to portland to live with her mother. She hard pressed herself to be as perfect as she could while living in her mothers home with her new husband and two other children. At 18 she went to college at Reed College in Portland Oregon studying European History and a bit of teaching. After graduating with a bachelors in History and an associates in Teaching she moved to finley, washington and searched for a teaching job. While waiting on a teaching job to appear she gained a precarious employment at the volkswagon automechanic job, Zee's Garage by the 9 year old at the time Tad. While Zee (siebold) was on a drinking bender after the death of his wife and tad's mother he had given up on the garage but tad still ran it competently and employed her in his fathers stead. After a while of her making mistakes on things he deemed simple Zee decided to mentor her on the proper way to fix cars. After a long year where she was continuously fired by zee and rehired by tad she grew to love the work of turning a wrench and decided even if a teaching job became available she'd much rather be doing what she was doing. Turns out Zee and Tad were part of the Fae community and a few years later the grey lords (the fae that govern the rest of the fae) forced Zee to expose himself to the public he sold Mercy his garage first. He still comes by and works there pretty often though and Tad gives a hand too. [/div][/div] [div class="textcontainer tabsContent tabsContent4 hidden"][div class=text][div class=tag]theme song:[/div]Heroine by Sunmi [div class=tag]mbti type:[/div]INFJ-A [div class=tag]enneagram type:[/div]8 [div class=tag]other:[/div] [div class=tag]relationships:[/div]

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[EmeraldSplash]

Name: Tracey Morgan

Alias: Sapphire

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Faction/Occupation: Seven Arrows

Personality: Sapphire is what many people would call, unbalanced, pretentious or even stupid. However those assumptions are not always correct for she is a friendly creature. Capable of making cold-headed decisions and not being afraid to leave people behind if need be. Although her smart side is covered and shoved into the background by her funny side, she's a great asset to have. A jokester, always happy to tell a funny story, or a joke, just to see her friends laugh. A sweet soul and a cocky soul.

• Equipment & Abilities
• The Funniest Joke

• Equipment:
  
  [Weapon 1: Dagger of Whispers] - A small dagger decorated with a red piece of cloth connected to the handle. A gift from Tracey's father, given to her after her father's death. The dagger speaks to the one who wields it. It offers a pair of eyes. It always has Thief's back.
  [Weapon 2: Ripper's Blade] - A standard short-sword with a twist. The blade has a modification a little sharp ridges are drilled into it. A cruel way to go... Sapphire's specialty.
  [Weapon 3: Hawk's Tear] - A longbow. It is rumored that Tracey not even once hit her target with this weapon.
  [Armor: The Mourning] - A standard light armor with steel shoulder plates and knee pads. It offers low protection but high flexibility.
  [Artifact: Thief's Sapphire] - The origin of Tracey's nickname, a shining blue stone capable of masking one's presence for a limited time.
  
  Abilities:
  
  [Magic] - Sapphire born with no magic predisposition.
  [Skill] - All the things a human body can do + a little bit extra. --> Using weapons on a high level of dexterity.
  
• ''I once knew a knight who was always so sure of himself''
  
  ''What was his name? ... Oh ... Sir Tainly!''
  
  

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[Ramjammer]

Name: Band'lur Wallbreaker

Age: 43

Gender: Male

Race: Beasfolk, Lizard type.

Faction/Occupation: No affiliation. Seeks to help anyone in need.

Personality: Gruff mannered but easygoing, Band'lur is an incredibly loudmouthed and crass individual. While this can be off-putting to some, others have been known to find the Lizardman oddly amusing and charming.

Band'lur can be hard to get along with sometimes. Never one to hold his tongue, and always having several insults ready to let fly at a moment's notice, the Lizardman has (rightfully) earned his share of punches for failing to keep his mouth shut. These scuffles have done absolutely nothing to stop Band'lur from running off at the mouth when and as he pleases, however, and he often seems TOO eager to bait others into anger for his own amusement, even at great risk to himself.

Despite this Band'lur is still quite friendly. He is amiable and approachable, though he is not usually one to wait for others to speak first, and has been known to insert himself into ongoing conversations. A lover of drink and food , the Lizardman is most at home in various Bars and Inns. Band'lur is particularly fond of stories, not really caring if they are true or not, only interested in if they manage to keep him amused for their duration.

As evidenced by his often aggressive manner, Band'lur enjoys fighting and considers 'friendly brawls' as both a good way to both introduce oneself and to make friends. Not all agree, with the man's opinion on the matter, but unfortunately, just enough do that he has no interest in changing it.

While not an intellectual by any means, Band'lur is far from stupid. The Lizardman is notable for his efficiency in all things. Simple solutions to complex issues is the mark of a man who understands what does and doesn't work, and Band'lur understands and holds the firm belief that practice makes perfect. Confidence in all things done is also tantamount. Band'lur always strives to be sure of what he does, even if seems as if he's doing nothing more than throwing himself headlong into.

It can be said that Band'lur is a rough individual, but he has chosen to temper that roughness with great kindness. Scars tell the story of many hard fought battles, but the Lizardman believes that strength of character is of higher priority than the strength of one's sword arm. The loud mouthed Lizardman prefers to use his strength to assist others, even in the most menial of tasks. It is not uncommon to see Band'lur running errands for others or performing chores that they're unable to. He is especially fond of children, and always does what he can to make them laugh and smile.

Band'lur holds a particular hatred for bullies. In his eyes, to use one's power to harm those that cannot defend themselves is not only needlessly cruel, but an utter waste of that power as well. Strength not put to use for the benefit of others is strength undeserved. He believes that even in the overwhelming face of disaster, to be endlessly cheerful and to make others the same is worthwhile in the fight against darkness a lifting a blade.

• Equipment & Abilities
• World & Legend

• 
  
  Abilities:
  
  Unarmed Combat: Band'lur forgoes the use of weapons altogether and has made the effort to hone his entire body into one instead. Decades of practice have granted the Lizardman the ability to dance around awkward foes to deliver crushing blows with hands, feet, and even the bony crest adorning his head. A long tail provides Band'lur with another option to assault foes with, and he puts it to use by stunning and tripping up his enemies.
  
  Enhanced Strength: Band'lur is capable of lifting and moving immense weights far beyond what can be considered normal. This strength is put to terrifying use in battle, and the Beastman has been observed to toss opponents several dozen yards with little issue. Most often, however, Band'lur takes the role of pack mule, carrying items for others though he doesn't seem to mind.
  
  Iron Scales: A thick hide and hardened scales keeps Band'lur safe in the manner that a full suit of armor would, but without the added effect of weighing the man down.
  
  Mountain Man: A life among steep cliffs and hills has granted Band'lur excellent climbing ability. Clawed hands and feet, along with a thick tail allow him to keep his balance on the steepest of inclines. Naturally, Band'lur is less effected by the thinner air of high altitudes as much as any other person that make high places their home.
  
  Gourmet: Of a sort. A life in the Peaks doesn't afford one the opportunity to try new and exciting Cuisine and so Band'lur makes an effort to sample all that he can. This has extended to his own cooking as well, and the Lizardman will spice up his own meals with ingredients gathered from the wilds during his travels. The downside to this is that Band'lur will eat anything that seems remotely edible and isn't particularly strict about what goes into his stomach.
  
  
  
• 
  
  World: Band'lur's Clan is but one of many lost to the Meteor's Impact and the subsequent darkness it unleashed on his world. Nestled high in the rocky peaks bordering what's now the Land of the Stonemen and the Worm Lands, the small Tribe of Beastfolk was able to carve out a living in the dry cliffs. Band'lur's Clan, like many of the same that inhabited the fringes of civilization was wholly self contained and each Tribe policed themselves only. Despite living in the lands of Caroline, Band'lur could not recall anyone paying its King taxes or even having any opinion of the King at all.
  
  There was however, a story told of a Beastmen King high in the Peaks. It was not about the King of Anima far across the sea, a man unknown to them all. No it was a tale passed down for countless generations. A story from a time long before Band'lur's people came to the Rocky Cliffs they now dwelled in.
  
  The Great Beast King, he was called. He who stole the stars from the heavens to illuminate the deep darkness his people found themselves in, thus giving them the gift of fire. He who battled the storms with naught but his bare hands, stealing the lighting and so forging its searing bite into the first of many blades. When the animals were at their most wild at the world's beginning, it was the Beast King who fought them all and forced them to submit so that now all animals flee at the coming of man.
  
  The Great Beast King, and all Beast Kings and Queens that came after him were awesome legends. Fearsome warriors and cunning scholars all. These tales filled Band'lur's head with great and glorious images, and the Beastman holds fondly in his heart a youth spent around the fire while Elders recounted the tales.
  
  But in the end, that was all they were. Stories for children. Legends so old that they were forgotten by the rest of the world.
  
  Band'lur grew from a boy into a man, as they all do in the end. He learned to survive on his own in the peaks, as all men did. And when he became of proper age he went to war for the first time, Clans and Tribes eventually did. The Demi-Human earned his name that bright, sunny day and from thereafter he was known as 'Wallbreaker'. The Clan agreed that it was a good name. A strong name for a strong young man, that would grow stronger still. Band'lur liked it because it was very simple. With a name like Wallbreaker one knew exactly to expect and Band'lur made every effort to live up to it. If there was ever a wall blocking his way, Band'lur would tear it down. It mattered little if the wall was tangible or not. Every obstacle set before the Lizardman was met with unyielding fists and equally stubborn sensibilities.
  
  His name became known among the Tribes and Clans there at the fringe of all Civilization. To the Beastfolk, Wallbreaker meant many things. Unrelenting fury. Overwhelming strength and an utter refusal to step from the path. But above all, and most importantly to Band'lur. The name Wallbreaker came to mean 'friend'. Band'lur was an energetic and chaotic man. But he held a soul overflowing with kindness and goodwill. Life was harsh enough in the wild lands, the man figured. And so he strove each day to lessen the burden on others, even if all that he had to give was a smile and a few kind words.
  
  Band'lur did not question himself, or the world around him. Things were as they should be in his mind. Things were as they would always be as far as he was concerned.
  
  But, as is always the case. Fate deems only what she will.
  
  Band'lur would never know what the Clan Shamans saw in their visions. It was not the right of those not gifted with Spiritual sight to know, only to listen. "Go North." They told him. "Into the Toblin lands. There among the reeds you will hear. And there at the top of the Great Cypress, you will see."
  
  And so he went. Band'lur left his home in the Rocky Cliffs, waved goodbye to his Clan and descended into the Steppes below to begin his journey. The trip was long, but not arduous. He fasted in the Swamps, as was the custom for those on a Spirit Journey. And on the sixth day as he meditated in the tall reeds Band'lur heard the lone cry of a Loon. The Demi-Human followed the sound eagerly, knowing that it was the sign the Shamans told him to wait for. Deeper into the swamps the man went and as he grew closer to the sound, Band'lur spied a great Cypress tree sitting in the middle of a watery clearing. Climbing the massive gnarled trunk was a simple feat for the Lizardman, and after a time he emerged through the branches at the very top.
  
  The view around him was undoubtedly breathtaking, and far in the distance Band'lur could faintly see the peaks of his home. He wasn't quite sure if this was what the Farseers meant for him to see, but the man had been patient thus far and was ready to wait for another sign. And so he did. Band'lur waited and waited.
  
  And then the sky was torn apart.
  
  Band'lur did not learn about the Meteor's impact and the eradication of Anima across the sea until much later, so isolated his people were. But what happened before his eyes was just as awful.
  
  The clouds seemed to part and though it was daytime, the sky darkened as if it were the dead of night. Band'lur could only gaze up in awe at first. He was certain that what he was seeing was no more than a result of his meditation and a mind clouded with hunger from fasting. The stars twinkled in his vision, bright and cold but they began to extinguish one by one. Something great and dark overtook his sight and the shadow only grew larger by the second.
  
  He realized that it was descending. Some titanic shape was hurtling towards the ground with fatal intent and Band'lur's awe became an all encompassing terror. In that moment he felt smaller than he'd ever felt and dread knowledge filled his mind. 'Go and see.' The Farseers had told him.
  
  And so Band'lur saw.
  
  He saw the living mountain fall from the sky like stone dropped from his own hand. He saw it strike the Peaks he'd called home. The Cliffs that he'd lived in all his life. He watched as they shattered even from miles off, erased from existence in a mere heartbeat. He saw the massive cloud of dust thrown miles into the sky, thick as any wall and choking out what light there was that awful, awful day.
  
  And before he blacked out, overcome by all consuming grief, terror and deep confusion, Band'lur saw the mountain look straight at him. Two giant eyes burned with fire as it stared over the land it had easily ruined before the dust cloud overtook it.
  
  And in his deep, dark sleep, Band'lur heard the Titan's rumbling laugh. Earthen tremors that wracked his frame from miles away.
  
  He didn't know how he managed to survive the following weeks. He awoke in the tree, covered in dust and barely able to breathe and his sudden jolting awake cause Ban'dlur to fall into the muddy waters below. There was no light here, not anymore. The Sun, Moon and Stars blocked out by the dust cloud. Band'lur wandered the swamps in a haze of sadness, and fear. Even the animals that made the marshes their home had fled, cowed by the display of cosmic fury. If he ate, it was whatever he could scavenge. If he slept it was fitful and dreamless.
  
  Band'lur only knew one thing in those dark days. That he had to get away. The Peaks were gone. His Clan was gone. Those Tribes closest to the impact were most assuredly gone as well, with only outliers managing to survive. The Demi-Human knew that there was nothing back there for him.
  
  He wandered the Swamp for days, and when he emerged far to the North he found the world in Chaos. Towns and villages burned, and monsters pulled from deep primal fears in one's mind stalked the people like animals. The world had been thrown into chaos, the Lizardman found. Not from the Titan descending from the sky, no. From a Meteor that had heralded its fall mere days prior. Band'lur heard all manner of cries about the end times. That they were all being punished. He saw the great Egg floating high in the sky, the writhing entity contained within only another portent of doom.
  
  Band'lur saw and heard much after the Meteor's fall. And he hated all of it.
  
  And so, Band'lur did what was natural to him when he was confronted with something he didn't like. He fought against it.
  
  The Demi-Human killed the Demons that stalked the lands. He put down the newly arisen worshipers of the foul Gods. He rebuilt walls instead of breaking them. He shared what little food he had to share with starving refugees. He fought and fought. Not only against monsters, and the men that would side with them. He fought the icy grip of despair, and the heavy weight of hopelessness. The name Wallbreaker had always meant something in his home, and Band'lur swore that so long as he drew breath it would continue to bear meaning. To his foes it was mark of his strength and immeasurable stubbornness. But to the weak, the terrified and hopeless Wallbreaker would only ever mean one thing.
  
  It would always mean 'Friend.'
  
  Legend:Among those that know him, there is an adage oft repeated. "If you have a problem, just point Band'lur at it. Then you won't have a problem anymore." Band'lur is a simple man and has always felt that a straightforward approach to all issues is best. He's exemplified these beliefs on the battlefield, for as long as he was able to hold a blade aloft. Beastmen that are good with a sword are not uncommon in the lands of Belorial and Band'lur is no different.
  
  In all honesty, if you asked Band'lur about the battle. Where and when it took place. Who was involved. He probably wouldn't be able to recall. He simply didn't care to remember. One problem resolved so that he could set his focus on others. But this particular battle is notable in that it was not merely one of many. But the very first.
  
  Band'lur's Clan was not overly big, or prosperous and quite frankly they all liked it that way. The Beastmen were content to perch high in the rocky hills and cliffs of their homeland, watching the other Tribes and Clans quarrel over food and territory. The Clan of the Rocky Cliffs had no business in the lower lands and had no interest in the people squabbling over them. They had nothing to give, and even less desire to take. But as is always the case, War takes as it pleases and all pay the price in some manner.
  
  One of the weaker Tribes approached the people of the Rocky Cliffs, begging for assistance in the form of generations old promises that hadn't been invoked since before the time of Band'lur's Grandfather's Grandfather. Many would say thereafter that the Clan of the Rocky Cliffs simply wished to uphold their old laws, their long-standing traditions. All as a point of honor. But in truth, they knew that if one Tribe would stoop to begging for help that things had indeed grown dire. Band'lur's Clan had avoided the fighting for as long as they were able to, but they knew that the shadow of war loomed ever closer to their borders.
  
  And so they went, out from the Cliffs and through the hills, and down into unfamiliar plains. Band'lur stood among what able-bodied warriors that his Clan could muster, but soon more men and women joined their paltry ranks. Their numbers swelled on the march and soon enough they had enough hands to wage a proper battle. The combined clan's forces had but one target in mind and so they made all haste towards it. A Fortress nestled into the hills, overlooking merchant road through the territory. Trade was sparse out in the wild lands that the Beastmen Tribes called home. The more 'Civilized' of their kind along with Humans tended to give the place a wide berth. Packs of roving beasts made short work of lost travelers, and not all of the Clans and Tribes were open to the idea of visitors.
  
  The Fortress in question was a rather bland affair. Four sturdy walls, and one gate to go in or out. It was all that the small army squatting in it needed and it had withstood a great many assaults since the start of the War.
  
  The Poor man's army wheeled to a halt before the looming walls, preparing for the prolonged effort of a Seige. Ladders were assembled and prepared, and a shield wall was erected to defend those that would make the climb from the Archers on the wall.
  
  Their charge was messy, it was chaotic and loud. And moreover, it was an utter failure.
  
  The combined Clan's efforts to mount the wall were only met with a hail of arrows, and more soldiers fell to their death than those that made it to the top. They struggled valiantly, but ultimately they struggled in vain. Climbing the wall was not possible now, and it probably wouldn't be possible ever so long as Archers were seated atop it.
  
  Band'lur was not overly enthused or impressed by the display. 'Why do they try to climb the wall? Walls are not for going over.' He thought. For as long as he could remember, any wall worth passing through had an opening. And if the assembled soldiers beyond it weren't willing to open the gates then an opening would have to be made.
  
  And so that's what he did.
  
  The chaos of the battle around him meant that no one was paying Band'lur any mind. A lone man standing at the base of the wall was not worth much notice in the ensuing bloodbath. The young man eyed the stone wall for a moment, brows furrowed in thought. Walls, like all things, were very simple to understand. They were made of hard things, and when hit they didn't crumble. And so it made perfect sense to Band'lur that he would have to hit the wall harder than was the norm for it.
  
  The Lizardman was already quite strong. A thick hide and a thicker skull backed by hundreds of pounds made pummeling the bricks that made up the wall rather easy work. It was unknown how long exactly, Band'lur stood there raining blows on the Fortress wall, but it was certainly long enough for the stones to come loose and for the mortar to crumble. Steel claws and heavy bulk widened the hole bit by bit and soon enough Band'lur was tunneling his way through the barrier. Several other Soldiers noticed what he was doing, and made way to help Band'lur, but they fell considerably short in the face of his efforts.
  
  Band'lur could see nothing, and the sounds of battle were muffled deep in the stones. But he pressed on and forward. It was, of course, the simplest thing to do.
  
  His efforts were rewarded shortly. Whoever it was that stood on the other side of the wall had no time to react. Not that they could be blamed, it wasn't every day that a man threw himself through a stone wall. Less still was it every day that hordes of armed Tribesmen came streaming in through the breach after him.
  
  By the time that the men inside the walls had time to respond it was too late. They were stalled before they could secure the newly opened hole, and their foe's numbers increased steadily. This was wholly different from standing perched on top of that wall and shooting down enemies. The enclosed space was soon choked with bodies, and before the sun had begun to touch the western horizon, it was all over.
  
  Band'lur, covered from head to foot in dust received the highest honor that day. Men and women cheered his name, and soon enough a chanting cry of 'Wallbreaker!' arose. The young man was baffled by it all in truth. He'd done what he felt needed to be done, no more and no less. But Band'lur would have been lying to himself if he said that he wasn't pleased.
  
  Besides. 'Wallbreaker' did have a rather nice ring to it.
  

Extra Info

• Band'lur is very fond of cats and can often be found surrounded by the small fuzzy creatures.
• He doesn't look it, but Band'lur likes to draw. He carries around a leather-bound sketchbook along with his other personal effects.
• Band'lur is a very poor swimmer and grows increasingly nervous the larger a body of water is.
• Likes stargazing and sleeping in high places.
• Dreams of getting into a fistfight with a Dragon to prove his dominance. He's positive that he'll win despite all evidence saying otherwise.

 

[Xcelgamer]

Name: Yama no Kami

Age: 334

Gender:
Female

Race: Oni

Faction/Occupation: Hero for Hire

Personality:
Having traveled her world for a little over 300 years, Yuma is really wise although the problem is, is that she conveys in really simplistic ways. She is really upbeat about everything and reckons that there are only two ways to really get to know a person properly, fight them or have a drink with them. Despite her looks she is really affable, always glad to tell stories of her adventures to anyone willing to listen to her which indeed are true. Despite this affability Yama is always eager to fight people especially if those people are bullies or are mindless beasts, which sometimes scares the people she meets, despite her looks and multitude of scars she really does enjoy helping people and playing with kids often standing there and letting the kids climb on her and swing on her arms. She enjoys helping with any tasks although with things that take a lot of work such as defeating a yokai she prefers to take some pay for it, be it gold, food, sake or free lodgings. She loves tricking people into drinking her goddesses sake and seeing how quickly they get shitfaced from it.

• Equipment & Abilities
• World & Story

• 
  Equipment
  
  [Weapon: Willbreaker]
  Her massive spiked club or a Kanabo as she calls, being an Oni, Yuma is able to lift it up and use it with a single hand. It's made of solid wood and was enchanted by her goddess to be near unbreakable. It's been named this by her enemies as soon as they see it, they would rather give up than to fight her.
  
  [Weapon: Wall of Rage]
  A massive Wall Shield although originally it was a Yokai called a Nurikabe, this one was killed by Yama with a single whack of Willbreaker. The Yokai's broken body was reforged by Yuma herself into her shield, naming it Wall of Rage as the Yokais rage for being killed with a single hit could still be felt within it. This rage has made it determined to never be destroyed again by another weapon.
  
  [Item: Infini-Gourd]
  A very simple magical item. It was a gift from Yuka's goddess, Inari Okami. It was to have an infinite amount of Sake in it, the sake is very potent with very few besides Yuma who can actually handle a swig and not get drunk immediately from it
  
  Abilities
  
  [Skill: Oni Strength]
  Very straightforward ability, she is super strong due to being an Oni, able to hold her club, shield and Gourd all on her body with ease
  
  [Skill: Oni Durability]
  Due to being an Oni, Yuma's Skin is like Iron very hard to penetrate taking a lot of force to damage her decently
  
  [Skill: Indomitable Rage]
  If having iron like skin wasn't enough Yama is able to use her anger to buff herself up, after drinking enough sake, decently hurt or just naturally loses her cool, she gets royally pissed off being able to tank things she normally wouldn't and turning her shield into a giant, heavy smashing board and if need be will drop her weapons and just punch her way through the problem
  
  
• 
  World:
  WIP
  
  Legend:
  WIP
  
  

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Name: Leto the Godslayer

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Godslayer (Formerly Human)

Faction/Occupation: Factionless

Personality: Leto is someone who is defined by their willingness to act. If he sees that someone needs help, he helps them. If a monster is bothering him, he kills it. He is easygoing as prefers to spend his days having fun. However he is also subject to the lust for battle found in all Godslayers. Leto's almost god-level power is both a blessing and a curse to him. It has granted him strength that places him above most people. Yet it also makes him a bit alienated by them, unable to share in their weakness and mortal burdens. While he doesn't wish to live his entire life on the battlefield, his instincts will always pull him there. Patient and intelligent, he always backs up any move he makes with a decent plan.

• Equipment & Abilities
• World & Legend

• Equipment:
  
  [Weapon]
  Crissaegrim: A magical sword forged by the Axiom. It was created from the remains of the Demon Sword Lucifer and the Seraphic Sword Michael. Resembling a katana in appearance, it has a pure black blade. It is capable of slaying the divine and inflicting wounds that can only be cured by divine magic. Crissaegrim exudes both angelic and demonic power. Crissaegrim will only ever manifest for Leto and can be summoned to his hand at will. It also glows to the presence of beings it considers as dangers to Leto.
  [Armor]
  Crimson Dragon Coat: This coat was gifted to Leto by the Dragon God known as Tiamat. It was made from her bloodied scales as a gift in the event she lost their duel to the death. This coat looks like a simple fashion accessory but actually outdoes even the scales of an adamantine dragon. Many weapons don't even scratch it, almost all magic is nullified upon contact with it and the coat also regenerates itself over time. Leto never takes it off and its enchantments ensure that it can only ever be worn by him.
  [Artifact]
  The Void Pendant: This pendant was taken from the treasury of Heaven. It contains a pocket dimension that the user can freely travel to at any point. Its primarily used by Leto as his home and also storage for anything he finds. The Pendant actually can't be removed by anyone except the angel Raziel....who was killed by Leto.
  
  Abilities:
  
  [Magic]
  Summoning Magic: The magic granted to Leto so that he could properly turn the tide against the divine. It allows him to summon and command powerful familiars reminiscent of divine entities. These beings are completely loyal to Leto and perform any task asked of them. However they also have sentience and assist their summoner with advice and guidance. Leto can also fuse his summons together to create entirely new summons. Over time, Leto can learn certain spells from his summons if their bond is deep enough.
  Elemental Magic: Leto can use magic drawing power from the elements to attack his enemies.
  Support Magic: Leto can use magic to provide buffs, debuffs and healing to himself or others. He mainly uses this to boost his or his summons abilities temporarily in combat.
  [Skill]
  .Superhuman Strength
  .Superhuman Speed
  .Superhuman Durability
  .Superhuman Mental Acuity
  .Martial Arts
  .Magic
  .Adaptability
  .Creativity
  
• World
  The world of Aziluth is populated by many different kinds of mortals of varying races and creeds. The Progenitor God Demiurge was the supreme deity who created the universe and populated it with all forms of life. While he intended to create mindless slaves, his counterpart Axiom granted these creations sentience and emotion. Demiurge and Axiom were once the Primordial Entity known as Mabanogi. Mabanogi was split into two seperate deities, the tyrannical Demiurge and the loving Axiom. While the Axiom's actions were done out of affection for mortals, Demiurge took advantage of this to strengthen faith in his power. With his immense power, Demiurge created the Demon Lord Satan and the Heavenly Champion Merkabah. Satan would act as a tempter of mortal desires, a monster who led an army of Demons. Merkabah would protect the faithful and gallantly lead Demiurges army of Angels. This was all to promote a narrative that saw him as the loving creator of all life who protected them from the evil "Demon Lord". However in Demiurges arrogance, he neglected to witness the effect that giving sentience to mortals had done to the world. Mortals were given the power to observe the forces of reality and give them an understandable form. Over time, mortals of various races began to ascribe various magical and nature based phenomena to beings of immense power. These are what gave birth to the Pagan Gods. These deities wielded just as much power as angels and demons. They became the object of worship by certain groups of people. It came to a point where thousands of years had passed and many different people worshiped many different religions.
  
  Legend: Leto was originally a mercenary working under the Church of the Creator during a crusade. While out on a mission, he was betrayed and fed to a demon by his employer. As his soul was heading to the afterlife. He was plucked from the stream of newly dead souls by the Axiom. The cycle of Demiurges tyrannical narrative had resulted in the deaths of billions due to needless divine interventions. The Axiom needed Demiurge defeated and mortalkind to have the power to decide their own fate without deities. To this end, he provided Leto with a new body and turned him into a Godslayer. In addition Leto was gifted with an incredible power, the ability to summon powerful familiars based on angels, demons and gods. A demigod in almost all facets of his being, he challenged the divine hierarchy. First he struck down the Divine Powers, an alliance of Pagan Gods who were gearing up to destroy the other factions. Next he cut a bloody path to the Nine Hells where he slew Satan in a duel to the death. Ascending to the Heavens on a tower of angel corpses, Leto fought Merkabah and a legion of angels; striking him down. Leto was then utterly obliterated by Demiurge after taking a break to recover from battle. Saved by the Axiom once more, the being who loved and gave heart to all mortals offered a final plan. If Leto killed the Axiom and absorbed its power, he'd temporarily be on the same level as the Demiurge. Felling the entity who saved him twice, Leto gained the power to challenge Demiurge. The power once held by the Axiom was slowly burning away at his body. Knowing he was due to die anyway, Leto ventured to Demiurges personal dimension. The final battle between Leto and Demiurge sent waves of power that shattered Demiurges ego and his personal world. In a suicidal move, Leto called upon his strongest summon. Turning to ash, Leto defeated the Creator God. The deaths of both Axiom and Demiurge reformed the Primoridal Mabanogi. Mabanogi used its power restore everything lost in the war between mortals and immortals. From then on, Mabanogi honored Leto's sacrifice by watching over the universe as its protector.
  

 

[D1.Live]

Name: Uze'don Skullsong
Nicknames: Uze, Don, The Woodsman
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Race: Half orc, half elf
Faction/Occupation: None yet
Personality: Uze is a very down to earth and calm orc. He tends to keep to himself and enjoys having a simple life with no regard for isolation. He's a lot more approachable than he seems as he can be a good conversationalist so don't be fooled by his 6'9 extremely bulk and lean with his sad but hardened face.

Uze loves nature and animals and usually tends to settle down near places where he feels nature is most at peace. He's a ultimate survivalist loves living in the wild as it reminds him of the time before he became a legend. As a half orc and elf he received a lot of backlash as he was different from his orc tribesmen so he can be very hot-headed but tries his best to keep his temper. Being as powerful as he is and hot headed as he is Uze tries his best to avoid people so he doesn't get into a fight and accidentally hit someone a little to hard and ends up getting wanted by the authorities. Uze is a truly kind soul and wishes the best for everyone but he has a hard time really showing how he feels for others so when he expresses himself it might make him seem awkward but it's a genuine thought behind it. He's a old soul with an even older lifespan as half elf and orc if he stays healthy enough can live for 200 maybe over years. So his appearance may seem a lot younger than what he really is. When you get to know him and he treasures you as a friend he becomes loyal to the bone and will protect you. Uze is someone you want on your side so aggravating him isn't exactly the approach you might wanna take unless you like getting slammed around till your spine shatters.

• Equipment & Abilities
• World & Legend

• Equipment: [Weapon]"Big Ax"- The over-sized lumberjack axe (That's in the picture) Uze always carries around it's not really a weapon but it sure works like a good one as he uses it to more so have a weapon that keeps his bloodlust at bay where he tends to get carried away when using his fists. The axe is no normal axe though as Uze sharpens and tempers it daily and keeps it in tip top condition. The metal used to make the blade of the axe was one of the rarest metals in his world and the axe is able to take a real good beating before it will bend or break. The wood used the the handle is the wood from the most sturdy wood the axe cut as the story goes his father was cutting the tree for a week before it fell.
  [Armor]-"Shire Wolf Armor"- A legendary wold pelt that makes the wearer immune to cold and fire as well as smaller ballistic weapons like arrows and muskets. This armor may not seem as strong but its as tough as steel and allows a more more flexibility for the wearer As it was crafted from a overgrown wolf who's hide was almost unbreakable.
  
  
  
  [Artifact]"Blessing of Ra"- An ancient bracelet that supposedly blesses the wearer with extraordinary luck and a protection from poison
  
  
  "Tahgl'ik Stone"- A old necklace made from a powerful wizard that can protect the wearer from deathly situations by clouding them in a healing light Uze does not wear this but he does keep it on him if he feels he really needs it
  
  
  
  Abilities:
  [Magic]- Uze is adept at using "Chigi" or magic in his world as this magic is as potent as the mental capabilities but if you don't have a strong mind then you can only use it so many times and Uze he has a strong mental fortitude and mind but he simply doesn't care much for knowledge of magic as he doesn't use it much so his ability with magic is no where near as strong as it could be.
  Simple healing spell
  Earth manipulation- Able to lift the ground from around him to either pull up as walls from protection or push them out to put the enemy on the defensive
  [Skill]
  Berserk- Lose all restraint and let the primal urges take control to rip and tear till it is done
  Unfathomable Strength- Able to lift trees and people with ease as well as being able to take a good beating without faltering
  Strong senses- Sharp sight, Hearing, smell, and strong taste with sudden reflexes
  Survival Instinct- Able to detect poison from food by smell or taste and surviving in extreme conditions without major difficulties
  Weapon Adept- Cable of using a large variety of weapons
  Quick toes- Can move rather fast for his size and refuses to be shown slower than a opponent
  Iron Will- He is unbreakable and he trains to be even stronger.
  Hand to Hand Combat- Uze always believed your body is your greatest weapon so when growing up he mainly used his fists until 25 where he went to go become a legend and took the axe of his father to always have his father's spirit watch over him. When Uze is dead serious about fighting though he will put down the axe and ball his fist up in a kickboxing like stance.
  
• World: Uze comes from a world of many races and people with peace called "Ra'jin" a vast world where every where you could see there was life. The planet provided everything the population needed as long as they respect it and don't destroy large areas of nature. Having to stay away from destroying a lot of nature then there wasn't a lot of big kingdom cities you would think. In the whole world their were only about 5 kingdom cities everything else were like smaller towns on large patches of grass or tribes in the wild-lands. Uze lived in a orc tribe raised by his orc father and his auntie. His tribe was the most dominant and had the most control at the time so it had the largest population. There was about 24 orc tribes in all but Uze's tribe was about 15 tribes come together since the chief had son's and daughters married into positions of powers. Uze got to see the many cultures,foods, and warriors of every tribe and was a sponge of knowledge to it all. Uze growing up in the tribe he was made fun of but some of the other orc kids because he was mixed with "Elv Blu'ud" a derogatory term used to insult elven people in orc so Uze got into a lot of fights when he was younger but many of the orcs kind of laughed it off and said "He's a true fighter". Many orcs admiring his growing ability to learn and fight decided to teach him different ways of fighting and weapons to use for fighting. His father seeing the growing warrior in him wanted better than him being a strong orc warrior so at the age of 9 he trained him as hard as possible for 10 years. Without uze's father he wouldn't gain his unbreakable will and later a unbreakable body. Uze felt like the training was a slow death more than a benefitting work out as Uze cried everyday for the first year of it. The training consisted of many desperate survival scenarios or him running long distances while lifting trees,large rocks,or even other people for a certain pace that would last for days at time and some weeks.During these hard times though he gained a extreme newfound respect for his father as he father always taught him more about the world while training him and gave him knowledge that made him question the whole mindset of himself. During this time he also learned to lean on his auntie more and she was a scholar and shaman of the orcs so she taught him how to manipulate some magic and taught him more about the animals and races in the world. At 19 his father set him off for the main kingdom of Nyliem to become the best warrior in the kingdom. Nyliem was the largest kingdom with the highest amount of trade and diversity. It took a year to make it to the kingdom and Uze was shocked by the size but set out for the barracks where he can apply to be a solider.
  Legend: The world of Ra'jin is the sacrificed creation of the God Ra'jinaste as the God sacrificed himself so his creations can live in peace using his body as a new utopia. Before the God sacrificed himself a prophet in the old world said "In the time of most peace, the biggest evil will try to take it all." Ra'jinaste heeding this warning kept a good chunk of his power in the atmosphere of this new world and when he feels this evil approaching his new world he will choose the one who shall destroy this evil. Ra'jinaste was very picky on who to choose as he needed someone who would never give in to anything that evil tempted him with whether physically or mentally. So When Ra'jinaste saw the birth of Uze he knew it would be perfect yet hard as the child is the son of a strong orc warrior and elven priestess/archer as relationships between elves and orcs are highly looked down upon in both social parties. He put the power into the heart of Uze until one day when he would need to unlock it on his journey. Uze would be destined to travel through the corruption in the world and rip the evil out of it's roots until he's faced with the very thing that started the evil. When confronted with this evil which named itself "The Purge" Uze was diguested as it was a black skinned and dark eyed monster which stuck like Tar when you hit it. Uze fought this monster for 4 days and finally destroyed the evil when he was able to rip it apart and crush it's core. Uze was praised and loved and offered every luxury they could give him but he refused as when fighting the Purge and he came into contact with the core he saw the memories of those who died fighting it and the worlds who didn't succeed before. Moved by what he saw he went back into the wild-lands pledging to live with nature and protect those who come against it .
  

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[AsterRose]

Name: Larque

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Race: Derrak

Faction/Occupation: N/A

Personality: Larque is distant but ever curious. It is very difficult to perceive what kind of person Larque would be, as he is always kept straight faced. He has an ever growing thirst for knowledge, whether it regards him or not. Larque has never gotten close to anyone beside his patron, and is yet to plan so. This isn’t to say he is shy, but his interactions with people never go beyond small talk relative to his purpose. Larque is stark serious and will never let himself be distracted beyond his purpose, not matter how much he longs for something more.

• Equipment & Abilities
• World & Legend

• Equipment:
  
  [Weapon: “Voidbreaker”] A dark greatsword with purple stones encrusted in its handle. These stones are powerstones referred to as “Medan”. If willed, a striker from this sword activates the power stone and can turn anything it is stabbed into to dust. When swung a purple arc trails from it, which can be just as fatal as the cut from the sword alone.
  
  [Armor] A chest plate encrusted with white “Cylian” power stones, which surrounds Larque with a defensive aura.
  
  [Artifact: Powerstones] Larque carries a pouch with five power stones each of a different colour: One purple, one blue, one white, one orange, and one yellow.
  
  Abilities:
  
  [Magic] Larque’s magic comes from his patron, Meda. She granted him a fraction of her power, which allows him to manipulate terrains, transfigure, and shapeshift.
  [Skill] Enhanced metabolism - Derrak have the ability to heal at a faster rate than most humanoid creatures, regarding the injury isn't fatal like the loss of a limb.
  Enhanced mind - Derrak have resistance to being charmed unless they are willing.
  Dash - Derrak can run twice as fast as a normal human.
  Prophet - Larque can answer a yes or no question to his patron and recieve an answer within a minute.
• World: Corryn was built from five entities known as the Quinnite.
  
  First was Meda, who made the space and atmosphere. Cylie gave the land growth and time. Curs made the land to be walked on, and his brother Lumias gifted the energy for plants and life to grow. Last was Phorat, who gave spirits to these living creatures who dwelled their land. Very quickly, these five Numens saw this plane thrive with life.
  
  Soon life from other worlds unknown to these divine beings started to claim the land is their own, wishing to eradicate those who walked Corryn. The Quinnite, unable to walk their land themselves, knew that a gift had to be given to their people. Thus, they embued the earth with their power. And so, Powerstones were created, little rocks that could be wielded by their people to bring forth the basis of their power. It depleted the power of the Quinnite, but strengthened the power of the many races walking Corryn.
  
  Legend:
  Larque himself doesn’t even know where he came from. His earliest memory was in a starry void, watched over by Meda whom he saw as but a face with only purple eyes. She named him, claiming Larque a vessel of her truest power. She also tasked him to save her and her divine bretheren, unable to walk Corryn herself to stop the parasital invaders seeking to claim the land she built. Immediately seeking purpose in what shell remained of Larque’s life, he agreed.
  
  Testing his new gifts, Larque scavenged the realm in search of these parasites, killing anyone who bore any resemblance in accordance with his patron’s wishes. Quickly he became feared out of respect. With the power Larque held many feared they could be mistaken for these parasites, even once the land had been claimed to have been rid of them. Since then Larque dwelled far from civilisation, caring for the land and devoting himself to any more wishes Meda had. With how hollow he was, he had no other choice but to put faith in the only thing he knew.
  

 

[Alta]

Name: Adaline Lucastia

Titles: Lady Adaline of the Lucastia Dukedom, Child Genius of the Century, The Champion Of Apollo, The One Who Will Ascend

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Race: Champion - a champion is an individual favoured by a god, and blessed with their power. Adaline's patron is the mighty light god Apollo. (Read more in the 'Legend' section)

Faction/Occupation: None, open to help anyone as long as they're fighting for noble causes.

Personality: Adaline is an energetic, easygoing, happy young girl who flourishes when she's with her friends. She wins over people easily with her adorableness, and is always eager to meet new people. She follows the motto of giving people "the benefit of doubt," and is sometimes a bit of a pushover, but stands firmly for her beliefs and the greater good. She also isn't afraid of a little bit of friendly competition, although she has a tendency to get a bit sad when she fails to meet her expectations. She developed a lot of insecurities because of her demanding and cold parents.

• Equipment & Abilities
• World & Legend

• Equipment:
  
  [Weapon] N/A
  [Armor] Although Adaline wears no armor, she protects herself with multiple buffs and defensive spells in battle.
  [Artifact] The Lumen Sancta Ring: This is an ancient ring that was gifted to Adaline from the light god Apollo during the Champion-Patron Ceremony. Besides being a fabulous accessory, it greatly increases the effectiveness of Light magic. It also possesses luminous qualities.
  
  Abilities:
  
  [Magic] Upon the Champion-Patron Ceremony, Adaline received the power of Heavenly Light Magic. The power derives from Apollo's Blessing, which gives them an innate ability to call upon holy light. The user may then be able to wield it to attack, defend, buff, etc. Holy light also has healing properties. Consequently, since the user is channeling blessed magic, they must lead a life of good deeds or else they will be severely punished. As a result, most users of this magic lead lives of charity and fairness.
  
  [Skill] Direct Line To Apollo: as her patron, Adaline has a direct line to Apollo and his power, which she may call upon at any time. If she wishes to contact Apollo, he will usually send a delegate/representative as he may be busy with other affairs.
  Invisibility: Since Adaline wields light, she may distort the photons around her rendering her invisible. This however requires a lot of concentration, and the effects will be immediately rendered useless if she bumps into something.
  Passive Healing: As Adaline's patron god Apollo is also the god of healing, any harmful substance she comes into contact with will be neutralized. This includes alcohol *sigh*
  Musical Talent: Adaline has a passion and talent for music. She specializes in vocal music, but also strums her ukulele to her hearts content.
  
• 
  
  World: Athera resembles the mythical Asgard from Norse Mythology.
  
  Legend: In the kingdom of Athera, all nobility have an elemental patronage. The Lucastia's elemental patronage is Light. Any god/goddess that has a domain over light may select a member of the Lucastia Household to be their champion, and in exchange lends their considerable power to them. Children of the Lucastia Dukedom start their preparation studies at the age of 6, in anticipation of the Champion-Patron Ceremony that takes place when they reach the age of 12. After the ceremony, they continue their patronage studies with their new god-given powers all the way until they become an adult at the age of 18. Adaline however was renowned as the "child genius of the century" and began her preparation studies at the age of 4, and then having her Champion-Patron Ceremony at the age of 9.
  
  During the ceremony, she was chosen by the most powerful and desired patron, Apollo the god of light. She then received Apollo's Blessing and The Lumen Sancta Ring, and was able to wield Heavenly Light Magic. She was then warned that she must lead a life of charity and fairness as she was channeling blessed power, or face the consequences. From then on, Adaline began her journey, performing countless heroic deeds and reforming laws that used to favour greed and corruption. She was regarded as a noble angelic hero by her people, and became a respected member of society not only as the daughter and heir of the Lucastia Dukedom, but as a powerful and honourable champion.
  
  As the tales of her deeds spread throughout the lands, a rumour appeared about Adaline. Long ago when the first rules of patronage were set, a prophecy said that a champion of Apollo that stood out among the others would ascend into godhood. Of course, this took the world completely by storm and was largely regarded as a nonsensical fairytale. However, the people were beginning to believe that Adaline was fated to be 'The One Who Will Ascend.'
  
  By this time, Adaline had reached the age of 13. In many ways, she was a child that grew up too quickly. Pressured by her parents, her whole life was a constant race to be the best, to be a prodigy. Even after accomplishing so many feats, her parents were never satisfied. Adaline had fallen into a period of self-doubt and insecurity, crushed by the constant expectations of others. She had begun to fall behind, to everyone's shock.
  
  Adaline confided her troubles with her patron god Apollo and her beloved cousin Jeremy. Together they comforted her and encouraged her to go travelling for some much needed self-reflection and soul searching. After all, Adaline may be a champion, but in the end she is still beautifully human. On this trip she began to shed her emotional baggage and quickly grew into the happy, loveable, energetic hero we know today. However, after waking up from a long day of meditating at the Lapidosa Mountains, conversing with the locals, and a peaceful trip to the beach, she found herself in a foreign unknown world known as Sheol, or more accurately Wyngard.
  
  This is where the story beings.
  
  

 

[Fred Colon]

Spoiler: Silverheart

Name: Marina Campbell, known by most as Silverheart

Age: 46 at the time of death

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Personality: Marina Campbell

Faction: The Doves/Circle of Heroes

Personality: Marina sometimes feels like two different people. She feels like she’s Marina Campbell, her original name, and Silverheart. Two people sharing the same body, though this isn’t quite true.

Marina is a frightened woman who desperately wants to do the right thing, who wants nothing more than for those who put their lives on the line, who uphold honor and fairness and kindness, to be rewarded. To see that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. She wants to make sure the world is a fair place, because it wasn’t fair to her.

Silverheart is the vehicle Marina uses to make her dreams a reality. Silverheart is strong where Marina is weak, decisive where she vacillates. Silverheart gives grand speeches and inflames others emotions where Marina doesn’t know what to say. Silverheart never backs down from doing what is right where Marina wants to run and hide.

They’re the same person, but Marina feels that without Silverheart she would be nothing, which is funny to the people who know her. Marina IS Silverheart. Everything Silverheart is, Marina is too. Long before she took up the Silverheart mantel Marina would never let an injustice pass, or refuse to lend a helping hand. In reality the persona of Silverheart has steadied Marina, but not granted her anything new.



Equipment

Weapon:
Sword of Dreams: This blade was given to Marina as a reward for holding true to her principals. A blade of white metal, it is deadly sharp and nigh unbreakable. However, if it cuts a conscious being, it leaves no wound. Instead it allows Marina to channel images and emotions into the victims minds, as well as pluck images and emotions out of theirs. Marina uses it mainly as a peacekeeping artifact. She channels her lack of desire to harm the recipient, as well as her honest feelings of concern to attempt to defuse situations. She can use the weapon to relate people as well. Her favorite method is to cut two warring parties, pluck the most beautiful, heartfelt memories from each ones mind, and send it to the other, to help them understand that their enemy is a person too. This blade gives her extremely powerful mental defences, augmented by her naturally strong mental defences.
Bloodbiter: When diplomacy fails, Marina relies on the blade imbued with the soul of her old friend Fleurett. Fleurett, loyal to a fault and refusing to leave the mortal plane without Marina even after her mortal form was destroyed, eventually became the black blade she carries today. Unhinged and violent after so long dead, Fleurett still remains fanatically loyal to Marina. When Marina slays a living creature with this blade, the spirit of Fleurette can temporarily take control of the body. Marina uses this blade rarely, because while loyal, Fleurette has lost much of her humanity and it is difficult to see her friend in that way.
Armor:
Silverheart: The armor she was named for, it’s a full suit of plate. Resistant to magic and weapons, it’s saved Silverhearts life more times than she can count.
Artifact:
Giant’s hand: Giant’s hand is a large shield Silverheart prised from an ancient sleeping Ore Giant. Gleaming only dully silver, it doesn’t match the rest of her armor, but it has never taken so much as a scratch. Silverheart doesn’t believe it’s capable of being broken.

Abilities:

Silverheart knows no magic, but she is highly proficient in most martial skills, from unarmed combat to archery. More than those, however, she prides herself on her swordsmanship.

Silverheart also has extremely powerful mental defences and resistance to corruption. She spent all her life fighting a wizard whose primary method of control was via corrupting influences and mental manipulation.

Her greatest skill, however, is her ability to lead. She often inspires a great devotion in her followers, for her tactical acumen as well as for her sense of responsibility and honest love for those who have decided to follow where she leads.

Legend:
Silverheart rose to the rank of Captain in the Army of Yudal, the country of her birth, through hard work and dedication. A promising officer, it was only until the ancient Protector-Wizard Gorsemane turned against his people and began to create an undead army that Silverheart truly came into her own.

The Battle of Hallan Heights was the fight that cemented Silverheart as a hero in the hearts of her people. (
(The Battle of Hallan Heights )
I wrote a story about it! Read it if you want! It’s a little long, however, so be advised. Though it will give you a much better picture of who Silverheart is!)
Thought dead, her soldiers were sent back to give the main army time to escape. When Silverheart returned to find her soldiers given a suicide mission, she frantically returned to them despite being ordered not to. Stripped of her rank, she took command of not just her soldiers, but all the other battalions and prison-slave soldiers, criminals forced to fight in war as their punishment. There was no one to stop her. She freed the prison soldiers and sent the ones who would flee away, those brave enough to stay she gave weapons and armor and folded them into her squad.
She expected to die here, but she managed to turn the undead back. It’s in this battle that her second in command, Fleurette, was killed. However so fervent was her devotion, Fleurette fought the control of Gorsemane, and fought for Silverheart even in death. Inspired, many of the soldiers that fell are said to have risen and fought against Gorsemanes control.
One of Gorsemen’s greatest lieutenants, an Angel he had slain and corrupted, was destroyed by Silverheart and her forces that day, a great blow to Gorsemane’s, and one that threw him off balance, allowing the defenders time to recuperate, and eventually escape once they had given the main army enough time.
After the battle Silverheart slew her soldiers that had risen as undead. They asked her to, unable to keep the whispers of Gorseman at bay, their wills fading. She did so, tears flowing down her face.
All except Fleurette who refused to die, and who Marina didn’t have the heart to kill. Fleurette would be Marina’s dark shadow in the battles to come.

Years passed with the war raging on, Silverheart, Fleurette and their band fighting against the undead, until eventually they fought to Gorsemane’s stronghold. After a desperate battle, Silverheart, Fleurette and a small group of their closest allies managed to break through, and though Fleurette was destroyed again, slay Gorsemane. Fleurette’s soul latched itself onto Silverhearts sword, creating Bloodbiter.

As a reward, Silverheart was given the Dream Blade by the remaining angels in her home land, and declared a hero of the realm.

Silverheart then started a band of knights named the Lionhearts, dedicated to helping those who needed it, funded entirely by the wealth that the kings of the lands heaped on Silverheart for slaying Gorsemane.

Silverheart was eventually slain by her own people. A pogrom against a group of humans that were generally disliked called Gypsies forced Silverheart and her knights to step in and fight against the king of her home country Yudal in an effort to stop the killing. The knights were eventually victorious, and helped the Gypsies flee the country, but the king demanded Silverheart give herself up for arrest or he would declare war and use the entire kingdoms army to smash the much smaller group of Lionheart Knights. Having lost the support of the people, as racism against the Gypsies was high, Silverheart gave herself up to save her knights.

"People hate because it's easy." Silverheart said to the crowd assembled to watch her execution. "Not because they're evil or cruel. Evil is born of people standing by and letting evil things happen. If you believe something is wrong you have to stand up and stop it, or you're just as complicit as they are. I die with a clean conscience, because I have always stood up. How many of you can say the same?"

And then she was in a strange world, with strange people and rules she didn't understand. But Silverheart and Marina would do what they always did. Stand up to those who needed to be stood up to, and aid those that needed aiding.

The Battle of Hallan Heights Story I wrote about Silverheart again! I'm a decent writer, I swear, and if you read it and I'm not you can tell me otherwise! I can take it!

 

[spookie]

"if no one can hurt you, then nobody loves you..."

n a m e: Mori (can't remember his true name)

a g e: Unknown, looks like a young teen

g e n d e r: Male

r a c e: Deathtouched, formerly human?

f a c t i o n / o c c u p a t i o n: None (yet?)

p e r s o n a l i t y: Mori is... quite odd, to put it nicely. Soft-spoken and always faraway, it seems he lives in a different world than everyone around him, and considering his past, perhaps he does. Emotions appear foreign to Mori, be they negative or positive. He feels entirely empty inside and this causes him to come off as creepy, cold or ditzy to many, but that isn't intentional... at least, not most of the time. Though much of his true personality was lost along with his name and history, the remaining traces suggest he was sassy (a trait that remains despite everything) and perhaps even playful or teasing. Now however, Mori is a contradictory mix of childish curiosity and an old soul's wisdom. Such a combination really shouldn't be possible, but then again, neither should Mori's existence.

He can often be heard stating odd and out-of-place phrases in his strange emotionless voice, or reading books upside down. Mori likes to pick up shiny or pretty things and keep them, even if they aren't his... though if this is pointed out, he'll return them without any fuss. Most wild animals seem to like him, and he will have entire in-depth conversations with them as through they're answering him. Same thing with 'spirits'... whether they're actually around or just a figment of his imagination, no one is quite sure.

Despite his spaced-out appearance, Mori is not stupid or oblivious. It's the complete opposite, actually, as the boy is scarily observant and never seems to lack awareness even as he wanders around with his vacant eyes looking half asleep. Sometimes he just seems to know things. As mentioned previously, while he seems incapable of anger or fiery reactions, deadpan sass is often dished out to enemies and occasionally others as well. Those not on the receiving end might find this amusing to watch, and people hoping to mock him for his airheadedness are often left sputtering by his blunt responses.

While no one is truly fearless, Mori's lack of emotion allows him to function logically in situations where others might panic or rely on feelings alone. This is a double-edged sword however, as while complete calm can absolutely be deadly, he also lacks passion and the fire in one's soul that can cause a person to perform great feats. That said, his clearheadedness does make him quite good at dishing out quick and clean kills.

Mori is reasonably loyal to those around him but can be stubborn and lacks social awareness in sensitive situations, often unintentionally making them worse. That said, he's also surprisingly cute at times and a very good listener... just don't go to him for advice. Or do if you're curious, as he'll sometimes spit out a very meaningful yet cryptic line.

yes he's luna lovegood, edgy goth child edition. no i'm not sorry.

...and if nobody loves you, then i do."

• Equipment & Abilities
• World & Legend

• Equipment:
  
  [Weapon]
  •Blade of the Death-hunters
  A fairly standard issue sword from Mori's days as a hunter, it is very sharp and well-crafted but not particularly stunning. The blade is crafted out of so-called 'ghost metal', a rare material exclusive to Prares that is both exceptionally light and durable as well as having a strange, albeit faint, dark sheen. Allows some channeling of Mori's ability, but cannot fully destroy a foe like the scythe, only create difficult to heal wounds or disintegrate appendages that are no longer attached (arms, legs, wings etc). Still perfectly effective for fighting the old fashioned way however (including in his intangible form), and Mori is much more adept at using it than his scythe... he wasn't considered a prodigy and chosen one for nothing.
  
  •Deathkeeper's scythe
  A collapsible, decorated silver and black scythe that's on the smaller side, which is ideal for Mori's more delicate stature. The materials are unknown, but as each Deathkeeper only ever owns one scythe, it's likely very hard to destroy. Using it, Mori can cause his enemies to disintegrate into a pile of bones and dirt with one hit, so long as he's channeling his power. When not channeling his power however, his sword is usually preferable. Mori cannot wield his scythe while intangible as it is not made of 'ghost metal'.
  
  [Armor]
  •Black coat
  Mori dresses exclusively in black, and he is rarely seen without his long, plain black coat with silver buttons. The fabric is silky yet surprisingly tough and serves as effective light to moderate armor, but it doesn't compare to metal pieces.
  
  •Cloak
  Also in black, but decorated with small silver moth decals around the edges. Can be used to conceal his knee-length hair or face if needed.
  
  [Artifact]
  •Silver necklace
  A simple silver necklace with a red gemstone that Mori wears under his coat and rarely removes. While he can't recall the details, he's certain that it's very important to him and holding it evokes faint emotions and feelings of nostalgia...
  while decidedly unlikely now, Mori wishes to regain his memory and considers this item to be his best chance so far.
  
  •Crystalline Teardrops
  A vial of powdered, luminescent rainbow crystal mixed with spring water that is very effective in killing corrupted Deathkeepers. Harmless to humans, animals and non-corrupted reapers. Usage and effects on other things remain untested.
  
  •Candies
  It's literally just candy. Mori will absolutely kill you if you take any, though...
  
  Abilities:
  
  [Magic]
  •Kiss of Death
  No kissing actually required, thankfully. This ability allows Mori to turn his enemies into a pile of bones and dirt by attacking them... it's basically 10 years of decomposing done all at once, with a single blow. Not the prettiest thing to watch and probably a big part of why so many people find him unbearably creepy, but quite useful nonetheless. By far most effective when channeled through Mori's Deathkeeper scythe. It's still possible for him to gain some effect when slashing with his sword or even fingernails, but such wounds will likely not instakill and instead just hinder. As this power requires soul energy, Mori can't use it infinitely without effort like an actual Deathkeeper as he absolutely refuses to consume souls, though it is much less draining than commanding the dead and can easily be used to take out a small army.
  
  •Wake the Dead
  Like a zombie movie, but they're controlled by Mori and only eat the bad guy's brains... well, they actually don't eat anything, but they can and do fight and since they're already dead, they can't die a second time and will keep going until utterly destroyed. Of course, this requires concentration to pull off. The smaller the reanimated creature, the more of them Mori is able to control at once. Huge flock of birds? Totally possible. A dozen or more armed soldiers? Sure. Hundreds of elephants? Not as likely, unless Mori decides he's cool with throwing up blood and falling into a coma (which? maybe?), or worse yet, growing even more deranged... at least losing control just makes them fall apart rather than attack everyone like actual zombies though? Fossils and things like that are exempt, as are creatures without any sort of skeletal structure or exoskeleton. Mori will absolutely use this on fallen allies, so if that will be a problem, it would be best to mention said fact beforehand. No, he won't make the zombies dance. Don't ask.
  
  •Spirit Shield
  Using a strange, barely visible substance Mori claims to be the physical manifestation of spirits, he is able to conjure a strong magical shield around himself (certain areas or his entire body) that is effective against both physical and magical attacks. When not actively being deployed in battle, he uses it to enhance his coat and turn it into effective yet weightless armor.
  
  •Veil of the Otherworld
  Mori is able to turn himself intangible and enters a ghost-like, misty form. How visible he is while using this depends on the time of day and atmosphere. Foggy nights render him invisible to all but those with magically enhanced sight, but any bright light (sun or artificial) makes this power give him a blurry, see-through mirage like appearance instead. While in this form, Mori can phase through most objects and even living things with ease, but he is unable to properly attack unless it's with his sword... though he absolutely can pop up behind someone and then strike using his scythe. Nothin personnel, kid.
  
  •False Eternity
  Playing dead... like a possum, or maybe a dog some ten year old trained. Due to his already low body temperature and faint heartbeat, Mori can enter this state and appear dead to anyone without a way of sensing heat or life energy unless inspected closely. Doing so allows him become semi-comatose and hold his breath for a long period of time, meaning he can survive for a while doing this on land or underwater. Useful for slowing the effects of poison and blood loss as well.
  
  •Whispers of the Lost
  Supposedly, Mori can see and hear dead people. Jury's out on whether this is true, he's completely delusional or just doing it to creep people out... but that might explain why he always seems to just know certain things. Can he command spirits? Maybe, but asking nicely would be more effective...
  
  •Touch of Immortality
  Mori can still die of course (permanently? who knows...), and does not heal much faster than any other human. However, wounds and injuries that would kill a mere mortal are often survivable for Mori even if they take considerable time to heal. He does feel pain, but is dead inside to the point where going into shock from it is impossible.
  
  •Lord of the Moths
  Moths love this creepy kid and often follow him around. Not the nasty kind that eat your clothes though, thankfully. Mori seems to attract the big, kinda pretty ones instead.
  
  [Skill]
  
  •Swordplay
  Mori trained relentlessly and trained well with the hunters, and it paid off in his enviable skill with a blade. As he's small and lacking in brute strength, Mori uses agility and speed to his advantage instead and can jump and flip his way through an attack with ease. Using his surroundings to his advantage is a big part of Mori's fighting style, as without fancy footwork and swiftness, he'd be on the weaker side against many opponents. Using these methods however, taking down opponents more than triple his size and strength is absolutely possible.
  
  •Perceptive
  Despite how distant and spaced out Mori appears, he's eerily aware of his surroundings and those in them. Tends to notice details and anything or anyone out of place, though whether he actually points them out or even reacts is another thing entirely.
  
  •Excellent memory... sort of?
  For an amnesiac, Mori seems to have an impressive and photographic memory... but only sometimes. He'll remember the color of someone's shoe years later, but forget their name just as easily. Go figure.
  
  •Swift
  Dancing around a battlefield is something Mori does very well indeed, and the way his long hair swishes around makes it look even cooler. There's in inhuman sort of grace about him, almost as though everything except himself moves in slow motion when he wants it to. Much like a cat, he always lands on his feet. Excellent reflexes, seriously. If you want to see someone do that cliche thing of dodging a bullet or stopping one with a blade, then Mori is your boy.
  
  •Sneaky
  Because he's more than a little unnerving, Mori obviously has to be good at creeping around in the shadows and popping up unexpectedly. Walking without making a sound comes naturally to him, even in the woods. It's almost as though he drifts around like an actual ghost. Also great at snatching things off someone without them even noticing... though he'll usually give them back.
  
  •Emotionless
  Mori's heart is an empty void, and he doesn't even care. No feels to be had here. No, he definitely doesn't have any hidden platonic yandere potential...
  
  
• w o r l d: Mori hails from Prares, a fairly standard fantasy world overtaken by corrupted Deathkeepers (neutral beings similar to classic reapers but far more powerful) who desired to become gods through feeding on the souls and flesh of mortals whose time had not yet run out. Each living thing reaped provides power to a Deathkeeper, with young sentient beings offering far more than any other.
  
  Deathkeepers were created to all be equal in power and without emotion so as not to stray from their duties. Showing any kindness or cruelty towards mortals was strictly forbidden, and the large number of these reapers prevented any from stepping out of line. Deathkeepers were invisible to mortals unless they chose to reveal themselves, which was also considered a great taboo. While not loved, they were accepted and honored by the humans of Prares, as they did not kill, only harvest already lost souls and empty bodies.
  
  That is, until Thana the Forsaken fell in love with Prare's first serial killer, a mortal man.
  
  She grew addicted to the stream of young and power-rich souls his evil actions allowed her to reap, so much so that when he was caught and sentenced to death, Thana chose to reveal herself to him and save him from his fate in return for continuing his killing spree and increasing her now formidable powers. As she was immensely beautiful, the murderer shared her obsessive affections and provided Thana with a steady flow of souls... enough that she soon grew untouchable to her Deathkeeper peers. Many reapers perished trying to overtake her, but still more joined in and soon Thana had created a cult of her own. Other deranged mortals learned of this through her original lover and began slaughtering for her in return for a share of power and protection. Corrupted Deathkeepers and humans twisted into creatures nearly as deadly now walked the planet freely, consuming and terrorizing as they went in the name of their self appointed goddess.
  
  Fair Deathkeepers retreated from Prares and only appeared to reap particularly kind or heroic souls as not to allow them to become fodder for Thana's ever growing strength, leaving their balanced world a wasteland. Humans attempted to fight back and the best among them were able to take out some once mortal followers and lesser Deathkeepers, but though they eventually slaughtered the original serial killer nearly a century later, Thana was simply untouchable. She had, for all intents and purposes, achieved her goal of becoming a goddess.
  
  l e g e n d: Though Thana was the love of his twisted unlife, the serial killer was not immune to something as human as simple lust. Less than a year before his demise at the hands of human heroes, he fathered a mortal child. This little boy inherited his eerie blank eyes and shiny hair of raven black, though he was far from murderous or even particularily sadistic.
  
  Abandoned by a frozen river during infanthood and unknowingly taken in by the very group that had slain his evil parent, this child was raised as a warrior against the cult of Thana with others his age and developed into one of the greatest child prodigies the hunters had ever encountered, second only to his best friend. The two became legends amongst mortals for a spotless kill record of Deathkeepers and their twisted spawn, some going so far as to say they were the chosen ones sent to save mankind. When the hunters sufferered a massive loss at the hands of Thana herself, it would be these two youths who were sent along with the remainder of available backup to confront her.
  
  After a gruelling battle with no survivors, Thana appeared to finally have been destroyed and her followers weakened enough as to pose less of an immediate threat. The only remaining members of the hunters, all of whom had been too injured to fight at the time, took care of burying the bodies of their fallen heroes and that is how the story ends...
  
  Or is it?
  
  Exactly one thousand days later, on the night of the blue moon, the blank-eyed child returned. He wandered for days before he was found standing just outside a foreign village's door with an expressionless face, long black hair matted and tangled, his fingernails chipped with dirt. The bloodstained shroud he'd been buried in was still wrapped haphazardly around his pale form, but no injuries remained. His memory, however, had died with him that day.
  
  "Who buried me?" he had asked the kind old woman who'd opened the door plainly, as though such a question was entirely rational.
  
  Luckily for the boy now dubbed 'Mori', this lady had been unable to have children despite greatly desiring them and was more than a little strange herself, leading her to take in the once dead youth. He lived with her for years on the outskirts of the village, often disappearing into the nearby forests to gather foods or hunt down any remaining followers of Thana that got too close... while he couldn't remember why this was so important to him, the desire was instinctive and impossible to deny. When he wounded them with his sword, however, it became obvious that things had changed. The cuts left behind blackened and stayed unhealed unless holy levels of curing magic was used, and even then, it took far longer to repair than any wound of a similar size ever should and didn't fully close over. This was a weaker form of an ability exclusive to Deathkeepers. The fact that Mori, a human, had acquired it meant something very strange had happened indeed.
  
  He continued to toy with it when fighting Thana's remaining followers, finding it to be rather gruesome but acceptable to use against them and them alone. Animals and other humans, if necessary, would be given a swift and dignified ending. While lacking true empathy, Mori was not cruel and looked down upon those that caused needless suffering.
  
  The power he'd developed wasn't meant to be used with a sword however, as Deathkeepers fought and reaped with scythes of various styles and designs. Because of this, it was useful but not as immediately effective. Mori eventually acquired a genuine reaping scythe left over from a slain Deathkeeper of Thana, and upon testing it on a mortal follower of hers, discovered his power when using it to be on par with that of an actual Deathkeeper... with the right strike, he was able to reduce an enemy to a pile of dirt and bones just like an actual reaper.
  
  Mori kept this ability a secret, as he knew nothing good would come from sharing it. While all Deathkeepers aside from a few stragglers of Thana were now functioning as they should, humanity understandably no longer trusted them and a person possessing their abilities would undoubtably be seen as evil.
  
  Indeed, it was a different form of Deathkeeper magic that got him ostracized and banished from his town... that being the ability to reanimate dead mortals. Mori used this as a means of moving large animals he'd hunted back to the village, but even though he'd only used it to benefit others, it was (understandably) seen as horrific and lead to the boy taking off into the woods and disappearing for what might have been days, months or even years... Mori had never been great with keeping track of time, and he didn't appear to age.
  
  While alone in the wilderness, Mori was able to practice this ability and could now reanimate groups of creatures and control them well enough to consider them a possible weapon. Mainly however, he used his skill to turn the sun-bleached skeletons of birds and small mammals into temporary companions of sorts... Mori wasn't particularly social, but animal life was rare here and boredom could grow painful after enough time.
  
  In fact, Mori had been in the middle of picking flowers and creating a crown with them when he was summoned away from the world of Prares and into somewhere even more twisted by evil, if that was even possible...
  
  

 

[Topless]

Name: Morga

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Faction/Occupation: Unaffiliated for now

Personality: Having raised in the wilderness, Morga is a woman of instinct than brain. She is like a wild animal and her daily routine is nothing but sleep, hunt, eat, repeat. She lacks socials skills, mannerisms, modesty, and intelligence. She can turn wild when agitated and docile when left alone. However, despite these negative qualities, she is a gentle, kind, caring, and friendly soul to those whom she thinks are good at heart.

She is accompanied by her animal companions; the overprotective and short-tempered wolf Garo and the wise and tolerable crow Beck.

• Equipment & Abilities
• World & Legend

• Equipment:
  
  [Weapon]
  [Hunting Spear] - A regular primitive spear crafted by Morga herself.
  
  [Bone Knife] - Self-explanatory, a sharp knife made from an animal's rib bone.
  
  [Stone Axe] - Also self-explanatory, a regular primitive axe made from hard stone.
  
  [Armor]
  [Pelt Skirt] - Her only article of clothing.
  
  [Artifact]
  [Golden Protection Circles] - Accessories given to her by a mage she had saved his life. Wearing them would mean she is given divine protection from harm.
  
  
  Abilities:
  
  [Magic]
  [Healing] - Taught to her by the rescued mage, but she is limited to healing only wounds and nothing grave such as severed limbs and diseases.
  
  [Lunar Enhancement Mode] - Blessed by the rescued mage, this spell enhances her physical prowess to a superhuman degree thanks to empowering herself with lunar energy. This is indicated with her eyes and body markings glowing. In this state, she can run much faster and hit thrice as hard enough to break steel. However, this mode can only stay active for twenty minutes and can only be recharge by staying under the moon's light (preferably the full moon).
  
  [Skill]
  [Combat Prowess] - Though lacking skill, she can still be a formidable opponent to face, armed or not. Her main instinct is charging in and bring out everything she has.
  
  [Howl] - Whenever she lets out a vicious roar, two things happen; it sends fear to her enemies and a boost of morale to her allies.
  
  [Enhanced Senses] - Thanks to her times of hunting, Morga developed her heightened senses of smell, hearing, and sight.
  
  [Iron Body] - She has developed a beast of a body that allows her to take a lot of punishment and still fight.
  
  [Super Agility] - She is very fast and reflexive. She can also jump as high as ten feet.
  
  [Temperament Detection] - She can tell whether a person is good or evil just by the smell of their hair.
  
  [Animal Communication] - She can understand and speak animals like her companions.
  
  
• World: She came from the world Ixica, watched upon by a group of gods called the Pantheon. They are twelve gods divided into three groups of four;
  
  The Creators
  -Sky God Arganim
  -Sea Goddess Questia
  -Land God Orgos
  -Light Goddess Mino
  
  The Mediators
  -Wisdom God Uir
  -War God Garther
  -Love Goddess Fronn
  -Trickery God Saldan
  
  The Preservers
  -Harvest Goddess Hinamuro
  -Arts God Bajag
  -Family Goddess Chari
  -Forgery God Progus
  
  The Creators were in charge in the creation of the world and the universe while the Mediators shape the minds and personalities of the inhabitants and the Preservers blesses the creations with resources.
  
  For years, Ixica is under the once terrible rule of the Garlbanian Empire and it's head, the once power hungry tyrant Emperor Matthias Garlban XV. Before becoming the changed man that he is today, Matthias wanted complete rule over the world. His only opposition was the Holyguard Republic headed by Emperor Giordano Holyguard XIV. If Emperor Matthias wanted complete rule, he'll have to go through Giordano to get it. After years of fighting for control, the Garlbanian Empire finally toppled the Holyguard Republic and assumed complete control all over Ixica.
  
  Emperor Giordano and his family were slaughtered in the process, saved for one princess who was taken in. Her name is Georgia Holyguard, who was supposed to be the heiress of the throne should the Garlbanians never attacked. At the end of the war, she ends up experiencing the worst years of imprisonment. She was tortured, abused, violated, and treated nothing but a creature lower than a pig. It came to the point that all of her humanity has faded away.
  
  Many years later, Emperor Matthias has changed his heart. He looked back at all of his achievements and realized how wrong his ambitions are. He decides to make made amends with his sins by becoming a more caring and wise emperor. Since then, the people that he had tormented came to forgive, albeit in a slow pace. But when it came to Georgia, it felt very hard for Matthias to seek forgiveness to her now that she is no longer the princess she was. It is decided that he will let her go and was never heard of since then.
  
  Legend: There is a tale about a wild creature terrorizing the carriages of those who wants to go through the thick forests of Flatdirt. Emperor Matthias has grown ill with a sickness that has yet to be identified. His best doctors tried their best to cure him, but failed. Matthias decided to summon someone find a cure for this unknown disease. He calls out a mage named Thimble Losery and tasks him to find a cure. Thimble is just an average mage with no idea what he is getting into. Regardless, he accepts the task and went on.
  
  Thimble knows that there is a herb that can cure every disease regardless of what they are. The problem is that the herb is extremely rare to find, but there has been reports that the herb can be found within the forests of Flatdirt. Knowing about the purported tale of a wild creature, Thimble has no choice but to press on.
  
  Upon entering deep into the forest, and in the process getting lost, Thimble gets attacked by the said wild creature; an owlbear, a large white bear with the face of an owl. Thimble tried to fight back with his magic, but was overpowered. As the owlbear was going to deliver the finishing blow, it suddenly got attacked by a wild woman, a wolf, and a crow. The owlbear has fallen and Thimble was saved. He thanked the wild woman and her animal companions. At first they're were confused, but after the woman detected goodness from the mage, she and her companions accept.
  
  Since then, they begin to accompany Thimble in his search for the all-curing herb. During that time, Thimble began to teach the woman some magic and basic human functions, as well as christening her the name "Morga". After three days of searching, Thimble finally founds the herb. After being escorted to the exit of the forest, Thimble asked if the woman and her companions would like to see the Garlbanian Empire, only for her feel scared. Thimble assures that things will be alright and Morga reluctantly accepts.
  
  Upon entering the kingdom, Morga is welcomed by the confused looks of people. When they arrive at the castle, Emperor Matthias was shocked to see Morga and immediately recognize as Georgia. Matthias has long awaited for the moment to receive her forgiveness for the torture she went through. Everything starts to come back to Morga and immediately tries to kill Matthias when Thimble tells her to stop. Matthias starts to explain what he has done wrong and begs to be forgiven. Morga thought for a while until she finally gives Matthias what he has waited for years.
  
  After being cured, Morga leaves the empire, but not without being recognized, along with Thimble, as the ones who saved Matthias from death.
  

 

[Ace Cream]

Name: Enma

Age: 200

Gender: none, but referred as female due to her appearance.

Race: golem

Faction/Occupation: Wyngard Imperial Army

Personality: stoic, analytical, curious, distanced and trying to be more human.

• Equipment & Abilities
• World & Legend

• Equipment:
  
  [Weapon]
  Morrah the combat golem - A three meters metal golem with mechanical tentacles as limbs, programmed to obeys Enma. It dons a maid attire and acts like one, though it can't talk. Hides plenty of blades thoughout its body.
  [Armor]
  Golem anatomy - Enma is a companion golem, designed to looks and behaves as human as possible. While she looks like a normal girl on the outside, she's still made with metal inside. Her body is very durable although being a magical construct means she can't be healed by normal healing spell.
  [Artifact]
  Living artifact - Enma herself is considered as living artifact.
  
  Abilities:
  
  [Magic]
  none
  [Skill]
  Mind of Runes - Enma can't cast any spell, but she can identify spells by getting into contact with it. Additionally, Enma is very good with memorization.
  Circuit intercept - if provided enough time, Enma can taps into the magical circuit of an object and alter it manually. Changing the outcome of a magical artifact in limited fashion.
  Pebble shoot - Enma can shoot projectile out of her palms instead of throwing it like a normal person.
  Last Order - Execute self-destruct sequence to cause massive explosion.
  
• World: Enma came from a world named Machia, a steampunkish world ravaged by decades of war among nations. Nations throw weapons of massive destruction like magical nukes and mountain-sized golems at each other until there's no human left anymore... Even after civilization is destroyed, the surviving golems keep doing their order. Months, years, decades. 150 years after the extinction of humanity, some of them started developing sentience.
  
  Legend: Enma was brought to life to replace the deceased daughter of a baron. The girl's name was, guess it, Enma. The baron treated her as if she's his real daughter, even assigning an expensive combat golem to make sure she never exposed to any danger.
  
  When their land was attacked by a colossal golem, they hide in a bunker underground in hopes to outlast the assault. Nope, instead the golem flip the earth upside down and buried the entire town in one single sweep. Every human died, but the golems survived.
  
  After the total extinction of humanity, Enma did what was she programmed for, pretending to be human named Enma. She 'cried' by letting water leaks from her eyes socket, she 'mourned' by spreading withered flowers on what was left of the town, and then she drank tea and play with her dolls like usual.
  
  She still remember that day, the day when she suddenly thinks about EVERYTHING. That day she felts a pang of uneasiness inside herself when she saw the destroyed body of her fellow golems, so she picked up a shovel and started burying them one by one as if they're humans. Some of the other golems started developing weird behaviors too, like scavenging for alcohol drinks, hoard shiny stuffs or doodling all over the ruins. They soon nicknamed each other according to their quirks, Enma's nickname was gravedigger.
  

 

[Reiksguard]

Character Sheet for Void of Worlds
(this is only a template, you can make your own as long as you have all the necessary information)​

Name: Belagar ironhide

Age: 110

Gender: Male

Race: Dwarf

Faction/Occupation: None

Personality: Belagar is a rather blunt type of guy, always telling what's in his mind. He's an honest man, with many unsure whether he can even make the smallest of lies. Despite this however, Belagar loves a good story whether it be real or not, he's always happy to entertain whoever is listening with tall tales of his life. Or of those who came before him. However, it must be warned that he'll hold a grudge until it is paid by blood or gold.

• Equipment & Abilities
• World & Legend

• Equipment:
  
  [Weapon]
  [Dwarfen hand axe] a simple axe with a better quality of metal
  [GrudgeBreaker] A double barreled flintlock with various runes.
  [Crossbow] just a normal crossbow when Belagar needs to take a more silent approach.
  [Armor]
  [Chain mail] basic chain maul
  [Leather] leather armor
  [Artifact]
  [The Book Of Grudges]
  This book is the list of wrongdoings of person against Belagar. If a name of a person or group is written down, Belagar will have a supernatural increase, where his strength,speed,reaction time,stamina are tripled. The name is only removed when the grudge has been paid in blood or gold.
  
  Abilities:
  
  [Magic]
  None, dwarfs are incapable of using the normal types of magic.
  [Skill]
  [Trick] it allows Belagar to activate the runes known as Trick in his gun, which there are three of.
  [Piercing shot] it increases the penetration of the shot.
  [Forceful shot] increases the force of the shoot, pushing things back.
  [Violent shot] increases the damage of the shot,while its penetration is weakened.
  
  [Lightning Reload] increases the time of Reload into mere seconds.
  [Quick draw] Belagar pulls out his gun in the blink of an eye.
  [Weaponsmith] can repair Weapons with ease.
  
  
  
• World: in the world of cema lies the four main races dwarf,man,lizardman, and Dawi Zharr. There other minor races but the former mentioned are the main players. The forces of dwarf and Dawi are at forever war. While the forces of Man mostly done their own thing . And the lizardman fight everything.some may ask, why are the Dawi and dwarf at eternal war?
  
  Well as thousand years before rhetoric current events. The dwarfs had a mighty empire, they sent a good chunk of their population as colonists, to what would be known as the mourn land. The colonists found the place to be a barren wasteland, but was underneath filled with gold and other mineral. So the colonists mined. Until one day, a massive vortex of unknown origin separated the colony from the empire. The colonists fell into desperate times, where they made a pact with an entity known as Zharr. The many many centuries of isolation in a vortex filled with who knows what. Mutated email dwarfs into what would be known as the Dawi Zharr.
  The dwarfen empire had long since fallen when the vortex disappeared. And had assumed the colony died. But the Dawi came out of the mourn land with dark hearts and hate to their kind that had abandoned them.
  
  Legend: Belagar came from clan Karnak ka, where he was taught the new technology of gunpowder, for years he was in charge of defending the clan furiously.
  

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[OzwaldiusGemsGoldia]

Well, uh, I'm not sure if I'm
Yknow
Allowed to join this at the moment
So I'll just put the sheet here, and uh
See where that puts me.

Spoiler: This is the sheet. Don't need to read if you dont want me.

Name: Ozwald Rubellion (AKA Ozzy)



Age: 27 appearance-wise, otherwise unknown



Gender: Male



Race: Some sort of demon-humanoid... Thing. I haven't thought of a name for it yet.



Faction/Occupation: Generally has no faction, as he hates most people.



Appearance: He's around 235 cm tall, and his limbs are much thinner than a normal human's. He has green hair and glass eyes in front of his real ones. His real eyes are black scelera with red irises. His teeth are filed to points, and always bloodstained. Also, his face has two seams, one vertically through the middle of his mouth, from under his chin to the back of his head. The other seam goes through the corners of his mouth, stopping just short other seam at the back of his head. He's able to open his face for scare tactics.
[No drawing available, as I'm both poor and bad at drawing]

Personality: Ozwald has three main ways of acting.

1: If he doesn't know you, he doesn't like you, and so he will be extremely untrusting of you. He has been known to attack strangers out of paranoia.

2: If he does know you, and likes you, he will still be a bit of a jerk, and is still a bit unlikely to trust you. But, he will almost never threaten you with attack, and even when he does, he won't follow up on it.

3: If he knows and hates you, he will attack randomly without warning. He may even take stupid risks in an attempt to kill you.

Also, as long as your character is an OC, they are guaranteed to fall into the #1 category.

• Equipment & Abilities
• World & Legend

• Equipment:
  
  
  [Weapon]
  Main: An Emerald sword, sharpened to perfection, and heavily infused with magic. Though it's fragile, it can regenerate.
  Sidearm: Occasionally, he will pull out a gauntlet with a gigantic clawed hand on it. He uses this only when his sword breaks, and generally has a harder time using magic with it.
  
  [Armor] Next to none. He is always wearing a tuxedo and dress pants. The closest thing to armor he has is a metal top hat with a sharpened rim. That's closer to a weapon, though. Luckily, this lack of armor hasn't stopped him from destroying any alternate versions of the people he hates. More on that in a second.
  
  [Artifact] He generally carries a large bag of gemstones, which he can consume to give himself boosts in power. This supply is limited, and only he can use them, as his magic connection to them only applies to him. However, if he finds more gemstones, he can give them these magic properties.
  
  
  Abilities:
  
  
  [Magic] He has a good bundle of generic stuff, such as fireballs, a magic shield, and a healing spell or two. He also has:
  
  Sword Slash: He will slash his sword in the direction of the target, where glowing green slashes will appear. They will stay there for a few seconds before rapidly flying in the target's direction. They are about as damaging as the sword itself.
  
  Cloak: He can cloak himself at any time, whether it be to sneak past a group or to make it more difficult to hit him. This, however, makes him tired fast.
  
  Deafening roar: He will roar extremely loudly when near death. This not only potentially debilitates anyone within melee range, but also causes him to forcefully grow to twice his size. However, though this makes it easier for him to get away, as he is made much thinner by the skin being stretched over the bones, this also makes him easier to kill upon a successful hit. He tends to grab the one who caused the roar before throwing them at the nearest person, regardless of affiliation, before fleeing. After around an hour of rest, he will return to normal.
  
  Music: He will always cause music to play over his fights. Even he doesn't know how. This can serve as a bit of an alert to him or his target(s), as even if the first attack misses in a way he or they wouldn't normally detect, the music will still play.
  
  [Skill]
  
  Emerald Skeleton: Less a skill, more a convenient biological mishap.
  
  Molten spray: He can occasionally spit molten emerald from his face, but this hurts him and takes a long time to be usable again.
  
  Silent Sprint: As long as he is already consciously trying to sneak past someone, he is able to run with minimal noise, about as much as he would make walking. Otherwise, he's ridiculously clumsy.
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  World: He lives in a mirror world, named Mirrold. In Mirrold, he lives on one of the several floating worlds, named Shatterton. The other worlds are named Junkedville, Mystia, and Corruptia.
  Shatterton is immediately in front of the entrance to Mirrold, and so Ozwald is always one of the first to see a visitor.
  
  
  Legend:
  
  Ozwald was eventually found to have had a secret room, which had many other rooms connected. Said rooms were filled with corpses, each room correlating to a certain person and their alternative versions. All of said rooms contained villains from many other universes, whom he killed out of hate. Perhaps it was because of this that He was brought here, despite his reasons.
  Aside from that, he also destroyed a highly powerful corrupted entity. This entity had planned to destroy his new home, but also had plans to take over several multiverses to use their inhabitants as their own personal army, with which they would take over even more.
  
  

 

[Selee-01]

Name: James, the Burning Man


Age: 20~

Gender: Male

Race: Claims to be a “Fallen Angel”.


Faction/Occupation: Seven Arrows, Mercenary and Flamethrower for Hire


Personality: Insane, but ultimately not evil. He likes burning, and killing. James has some morals- he won’t kill children without good cause, and he’ll always be polite to his enemies. He will gladly insult his friends though.

James is a gleeful madman- eagerly setting foes aflame from afar, before closing in to take a trophy. This is typically a piece of jewelry, an article of clothing, or a weapon. He is, in his own words, the “sexiest man alive,” and hits on anything that catches his eye. Including inanimate objects. Fortunately, he doesn’t do much more than that.

Despite this, James is somewhat melancholy. He is eager to return to his “home”, and will do anything to get back. He also considers himself a “monster”, for “my sins”.

• Equipment & Abilities
• World

• Equipment:
  
  
  
  [Weapon]
  
  James wields a black sword he calls Sear. It is a single, carven piece of void-black metal, and catches fire on his command. It can slice through virtually any material, and is nigh-indestructible.
  
  [Armor]
  
  He wears inky black, unbreakable armor. It can ignite at his will, shrouding him in white-hot flames. He never takes it off.
  
  [Artifact]
  
  A golden ring on his left hand. Runes on it say “To my beloved, may we be united once more”. He doesn’t explain it to anyone.
  
  
  
  Abilities:
  
  
  
  [Magic]
  
  James has the ability to conjure stone-meltingly hot flames and direct them. He uses this to blast foes from afar, keeping his distance.
  
  [Skill]
  James is quite skillful with his powers, and charismatic to boot.
  
  
• World: James’s homeworld is something he seldom discusses with anyone. What little is known is that he “killed for love and revenge”, and that he wasn’t always “this insane monster I am”.