Ame Damnee Character Sheets & Reservations [FULL]

BASIC
Birth Name: Shagrat
Alias:
Race: Daemon
Subrace: Orc
Sex: Male
Age: 18
Birthplace: Abaddon
Alignment: True Neutral
Role: Gladiator

PHYSICAL
Hair: None
Eyes: Bloodshot, Yellow Sclera and Red Iris
Skin: Dark Gray
Body: Endomorph
Height: 7' 5"
Weight: 354 lbs

PSYCHOLOGICAL
Likes:
  • Exercising to stay healthy.

  • Eating food.

  • Warm weather.
Dislikes:
  • People who act cautious around him due to his race and appearance.

  • People who mistreat others.

  • Getting up in the mornings.
Quirks:
  • Prone to chewing on things when bored.

  • Prone to eating even when not hungry.

  • Terrible liar.

  • Often laugh when nervous.

  • His facial expression is always grim when not laughing.

  • Really clumsy.

APPEARANCE
An ugly and filthy creature with his skin being a sallow dark grey in color and riddled with many scars he also has a wide mouth and lower canines resembling boar tusks, his lupine ears and muscular build give the sense that he is more of an animal then an actual person. If one were to describe his face it would be with the word grotesque, as if but an unholy mistake mixing of an ape and pig. His slant eyes are bloodshot and have a yellow sclera with a red iris.

EQUIPMENT
As for what he wore, he usually donned a round brimless metal visor helmet pierced with eye holes, a metallic shoulder guard on his left along with an arm guard with curved and overlapping metal plates being fastened to by leather straps. His left hand had a glove made of leather strips filled with iron plates and fitted with spikes while on his right arm he wore only a leather wrist guard. He has metal greaves with protective leg padding worn below on both legs, finally he also has a loincloth made of linen held in place by a leather sword belt to cover his nether regions. He wields a meter long two-edged sword for cutting and had a tapered point for stabbing during thrusting, a cross-guard, grip, and pommel.

PERSONALITY
Shagrat is both kind and generous to those whom manage to get to know him, and he would never actively seek to harm others for no reason. He treats strangers indifferently but would if he could help it not standby if somebody was in danger, he wouldn't risk himself to save them though. Although he can often be misunderstood by his demeanor and mannerisms making him be painted as a cold blooded monster that loves to fight and kill others which is not true. However in the case that Shagrat's life is threatened, he doesn't feel as much compassion towards others because although he is not an inherently bad person, he is not a saint and is willing to kill when he has to but would prefer not to.

RELATIONSHIPS
Father - Unknown
Mother - Unknown
Former Master/Surrogate Father - Tiberius

BIOGRAPHY
Shagrat was sold to slavery by his parents at an early age for money, he knows this because Tiberius told him and he has no reason to lie. Shagrat views Tiberius like father figure in a twisted sense, he fed him, he gave him a home, worked him like a mule, whipped him, made him struggle. However Shagrat looks back at those times not to resent him but keep himself disciplined and continue going no matter how tough things get, there is always a chance and that chance came to him when Shagrat turned into an adult. Tiberius sold him to a gladiator trainer where he learned how to wield a weapon and fight. Shagrat found an affinity for fighting and especially the blade, he progressed quickly. A month passed before it was time for the great games to begin.

SKILLS
A natural born fighter and genius swordsman his skill with the blade is incredible but he does not limit himself to just the blade, he is adept with most other melee weapons. He fights with no holds barred, willing to do anything necessary to gain an advantage in a fight.

ABILITIES
Enhanced Senses
Enhanced Instincts
Enhanced Reflexes
Enhanced Strength
Enhanced Durability
Enhanced Stamina
Enhanced Endurance
Enhanced Jump
Enhanced Lung Capacity
Enhanced Roar
Enhanced Regeneration
Pain Suppression
Poison Resistance
Disease Resistance
Alcohol Resistance
Foreign Chemical Resistance

WEAKNESSES
Shagrat is an inexperienced fighter, he's trained and sparred but has yet to have a real life or death fight, he also has difficulty with magic users and ranged attacks. He requires his opponents to be in his range and if they are not then he has no way of fighting back. Magic users are the bane of his existence he has no defence against most forms of magic such as illusions and pure magical energy attacks while also being unable to learn or use magic.
 
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Name: Mordecai Barachiel Dantalion

Aliases: Taavi to friends, Barachiel to enemies (his family)

Title: Black Sheep

Role: Noble drug-addict

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Hometown: Abaddon

Race: Daemon (Vampire)

Age:163 (Early Twenties)

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Asexual (but anything goes when he’s bored)


Relationships:

Gideon Haniel Dantalion (Brother and Sire)​
Gideon is Taavi’s long suffering Sire, but more than that, he was once Taavi’s older brother when they were both humans. It was Gideon who pulled Taavi into the immortal relm and it is Gideon who will remain his keeper until one, or both, are dead.

Gideon, unlike Taavi, is very much at home among the noble elite. It may be his ability to blend and use his position to his advantage that allows Taavi so much freedom. Gideon, in a way, shields his brother from the disapproval of the family, allowing them to believe Taavi is harmless and, honestly, better off out of the way.

Truthfully, Gideon cares deeply for his brother, but he would never admit that out loud. Instead he shows his love by sticking his nose into Taavi’s business and occasionally pulling him out of the muck he’s sunk himself into. All without a single word of thanks.​

Appearance:

Taavi stands at a tall 6’1 with a thin frame and long, arching features. When in his noble attire, Taavi can appear just as regal, handsome, and intimidating as the rest of the vampire aristocracy, but despite his fine lineage, Taavi cares not for the luxuries or the status. He would just as quickly snap and speak down to his elders as he would a wench woman. His heated, all-seeing eyes eager to catch whatever unfortunate prey slides into view, his deep, rich voice happy to rend them apart with sharp words and dismissive cruelty.

His distinctive pale-grey hair and silver-blue eyes identify his bloodline as that of the prestigious Dantalions and because of this he hates their natural colors. It was his hate that fueled his fevered study of the illusion class of magic long enough to cast spells upon his features. With the basics mastered, Taavi turns himself into just another member of the endless horde of creatures in Abaddon.

The Dantalion vampire spends little time rubbing elbows with the elite, however. Most of his time is spent in the guttural slums where he can disappear, where he can watch people truly fight for their life, where he can forget everything he’s ever known in the high of delicious, deadly drugs. While roaming the lower sectors of his beloved city, Taavi often wears various jackets or cloaks inlaid with a broad hood, keeping him out of the sun or the rain when necessary and hiding himself in shadows when hunting. Taavi keeps his mid-back length hair out of the way in either a loose braid, ponytail, or bun. To blend himself further, Taavi casts illusions upon the color of his hair and eyes, favoring dark raven strands and bright, vivid green eyes. He changes the way he walks, or talks, to fit his fancy, to see how others react to him, and to get what he wants with as little hassle as possible. He will loom and intimidate, cower and sniffle, or caress and flirt, all playing in with his vampiric influence, only to drop the act the moment he receives his prize.

One thing, however, will always set Taavi apart from the rest of his favored lower class: Taavi hates filth. He is a peacock despite his stained soul, and he will gladly spend hours in the bath houses, soaking after a high and scrubbing away the lower class dirt until he was ready to start all over again.

Equipment:

Taavi rarely keeps anything for himself long enough to grow attached, but even he could fall prey to sentiment on occasion. Back in the noble district, he has a room of his own in his - ever patient, ever meddling - sire’s manor, and inside his room, among scattered books of literature, science, and magic, the tools of fancy obtained and almost immediately discarded, and the treasures he has collected grown bored of over the decades, he has laid claim to objects that truly belong to him.​
  • A jewel encrusted demon skull - The skull of a long dead friend who promised his skull to Taavi as a final, morbid gift. Taavi had the skull adorn in jewels and keeps it on his mantle. He speaks to it on the rare occasion he finds himself in his room for extended periods of time.​
  • A lute - The instrument is old and well cared for - though it is slowly falling into disrepair as Taavi is rarely around to tend to it. He plays beautifully when he has the rare fancy to play at all.​
  • A leather bracelet - a simple bracelet made of rough leather. It’s buried deep among his possessions.​
As for the items he carries with him, Taavi is much more practical.​
  • Simple clothes, never new and usually stolen.​
  • A coat or cloak with a heavy hood to protect him from the sun.​
  • A pair of brass knuckles or similar hard metal that, when he bothers to have it done, are enchanted with a sleep spell to give a little more oomph to his hits.​
  • A hidden dagger usually tucked in his boots or up his sleeve.​
  • A ring necklace. When a person gazes through the ring, enchanted items are covered in a glowing aura. Won it in a card game.​
  • Drugs. Probably drugs.​

Combat Prowess:

Taavi’s family might have prefered if he learned the art of the sword, a gentleman’s weapon meant for duels and regal defense, but Taavi remained stubbornly opposed the weapon, despite his Sire’s attempts to train him. Instead, Taavi relies mostly on hand to hand when necessary, becoming a fine boxer with his vampiric strength and speed, but only when his words and influence fail him. He’s learned a few other tricks in his time as a vampire, but he rarely advertises these talents.​
  • Hand to hand combat - Not a very regal fighting style to have, but Taavi’s quick, hard strikes will leave anyone quaking in their boots.​
  • Hunter - Like all vampires, Taavi is a phenomenal hunter. The urge to stalk his prey comes naturally to him, and hunger draws out the animalistic instincts. Sometimes he simply can’t help himself.​

Spells/Powers:

Taavi’s vampiric power is rather.. average, as far as vampires go. That is to be expected, of course, with his relative youth and disinterest in anything to do with his heritage. Unless it directly affects him, Taavi simply chooses not to remember anything about his family, his species, or.. Pretty much anything.

Despite his rebellion, Taavi is still blessed with his vampiric powers, in addition to a few other powers he deemed necessary.​
  • Vampiric Powers - Speed, strength, endurance, and heightened senses.​
  • Vampiric Influence - The ability to influence weaker minds to varying degrees.​
  • Fast Healing - His injuries recover quickly when he has recently fed.​
  • Illusion magic - One of the abilities outside of his vampire inheritance. He is weak in this class of magic, and only able to cast the most basic of color changing spells and invisibility spells if the object is tiny.​

Weaknesses:

Taavi would like to act as if he were impervious to the world around him, existing alone in a bubble of him, but really, he’s left himself flawed and weak. He’s distanced himself from his family and pushes away the idea of friends. He drugs himself into oblivion on a regular bases and can starve himself to the point of near feral need to feed. Taavi, in short, is a mess.​
  • Sun Sickness - like most vampires, Taavi grows weaker in the sun.​
  • Magic infused weapons - One way to kill a vampire is magic infused weapons, especially fire and holy magic.​
  • Drugs - definitely drugs.​

Personality:

Taavi, in a single word, is contrary.

For as long as he has been alive, he has never shown interest in anything that was simply handed to him. He would turn his nose up to the riches of noble life and envy those of the lower class who fought and toiled for their keep. His parents never understood, believing he was a dreamer, or a bleeding heart, but his brother saw right through him. Gideon never pretended Taavi was anything more than a child who snubbed everything his parents had given him. The brothers rarely got along.

As a young man, Taavi would often flee their extravagant home for days on end and explored the city he grew to love. Every grimy, dirty, horrible piece of it. He learned the ways of the street and meshed with seedy characters and, in the end, cared little that his parents worried sick over him or that his brother watched him with disappointment every time he returned home.

His adventurer's heart never really did go away, even after all these years. It is only muted now, under the weight of the poisons he injects to help him forget. It is easier this way: to cloud and quiet his mind rather than deal with a reality he doesn’t want.

Normally, Taavi is impatient and snappish, his posh voice droning on how boring the world is, especially when he isn’t getting what he wants. His charming disposition only grows worse as the drugs begin to leave his system, and sometimes he can be downright nasty, lashing out and anyone and everyone who dared to catch his attention.

Sometimes, though, his once upon a time love for adventure appears. A curious puzzle appears, or a person does something unexpected and Taavi will.. perk up and listen. Unfortunately, such moments are few and far between lately, and Taavi seems to be spiralling out of control, despite his ever watchful sire’s attempts to help him.

At the very least, Taavi can be somewhat cordial when he’s indulging in either drugs, or a hot bath.

Skills:

For a long time Taavi enjoyed simply exploring the city and honing his ability to survive. He entertained the risk of petty theft to feed himself, or house breaking in search of curious trinkets or blackmail material. He hasn’t used them in a while, but that doesn’t mean he’s rusty.​
  • Lockpicking - most locks are easily bypassed.​
  • Pickpocketing - Taavi is an excellent pickpocket, especially when he can influence a person to simply look the other way.​
  • House breaking - Windows, cellars, even a dog door, nothing is keeping this vampire out.​
  • Forgery - Not the best, but Taavi is fairly decent at mimicking a writer’s style and signature.​
  • Gambling - a lot of low, seedy establishments love to give men and women a chance to take money from one another. Taavi found the games entertaining once, but not so much any more.​
  • Musician - while not like the rest, Taavi spent a brief stent acting as a minstrell through various taverns for money and grew to love the lute. For a while he practiced with passion, but the fire has smoldered some and, though he still picks up his lute on occasion, it mostly remains abandoned back at the estates​

Bio/History:

Taavi was born a normal, healthy, human boy, the second son to a Merchant turned Noble and his loving wife. It was a sickeningly charming life, but even as a young boy, Taavi would have none of it. As a toddler, he would toss his own toys and steal Gideon’s and when Gideon willingly gave his toys, Taavi would grow bored and steal other things, things he wasn’t meant to take.

It was the start of a long life of controversy. Taavi grew quick and grew sneaky. He spent more and more time away from his home and distancing himself from the safe shelter that his parents had worked so hard to build for him. He wanted to make his own way, he claimed, and perhaps that was what might have happened.. or he might have ended up dead in a ditch, poison in his veins.

What really happened was that his parents died, murdered in their carriage, no killer found, but they had been robbed. It was such a defining moment in Gideon’s life, but Taavi did not learn of the deaths until a week later when his brother found him playing as a prostitute. It would be the first and last time Gideon physically attacked Taavi.

After the funeral, Taavi left home with no intention of returning. He’d learned to survive in the wilds of Abaddon and he was ready to put that into practice. Gideon, however, had other ideas. Being the eldest and most responsible, he took control of his parent’s estate and set to make a name for himself, not only in his father’s business, but also in Abaddon’s government. The brothers’ paths split, and it would be five years before Taavi saw him again, but Gideon always kept eyes on Taavi. Even if they weren’t his eyes doing the watching.

Taavi still remembers clearly the night he was bitten and changed, even after so many years, even after the traumatic pain of the change. Gideon came to him, no longer human and no longer mortal. Gideon never said what happened to him in those five years, and Taavi never asked, but the moment Taavi saw his brother he knew.

The first thing he said to his brother was ‘change me’. Gideon obliged.

Sometimes Taavi regrets that night. Sometimes he looks back and curses himself and his naive hope that that forbidden bite might be the answers to his problems. It wasn’t. It was only another, tighter prison. With the change came the family. Gideon’s own sire and her cruel clutch of ‘children’. Taavi hated them all and they hated him. For a time, Gideon kept Taavi close, using the bond of Sire and child to control him selfishly, but that control came to an end when Taavi began to search for ways to end his immortal life. Only then did Gideon realize that maybe his brother needed the danger, and Gideon finally let him go.

Taavi fled into the night, and the rest was history.
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Name: Allises (Al-ih-sees)
Aliases: Little Onlooker, Pest (Most of New Eden), Chattering Hare (Abaddon)
Title(s): the Troublemaker, the Moon Rabbit (true surname)
Role: Spy to New Eden

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good
Affiliations: Wardens, Angels (servant to both), New Eden
Hometown: Abaddon
Relationships: None currently (OOC: Feel free to PM me if you would like to create plots with him!)

Race: Daemon
Subrace: Leporine (Rabbit)
Age: Newly fully matured, at least as far as Daemon rabbits can mature.
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: He's a rabbit, so he doubts anyone is feeling interested.
Appearance:
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Allises, although quite obviously a rabbit, possesses traits that are nothing short of 'distinctive'. He stands larger than most rabbits, at about a foot and a half tall from head to toe. His soft, thick fur is a normal white, with his forehead and back descending into a deep gray color. However, his haunch legs and tufted tail sprout his second-to-most unique trait: they glean a dim iridescent color that shifts periodically. Usually a darker shade and its lighter cousin, Allises' fur can be pink and blood-red one moment, and fade to a teal and blue the next. This shift is arbitrary, and seems to occur once every hour or so. The fir does not emit light, simply changes its pigmentation.

His second trait worthy of note is his massive ears, which are composed of basic cartilage that gives way to large feathers. These feathers are not enough to support any sort of flight (gliding, albeit in short and dangerously erratic spurts, could occur), and seem to be mostly for hearing and demonstration of plumage. The feathers shift in color tone in accordance with the fur on Allises' back. His eyes are both smooth black pebbles, and he possesses a small pair of buck teeth only visible when he is speaking. He weighs very little, only a few pounds. His voice is high and boyish.


Equipment: Allises carries a small satchel across his back, which bears host to a miniature quill, parchment, string, coins, and other random oddities. He wears metal boots on his hind legs that have sharpened claws, though they are difficult to use lethally.

Combat Prowess: Agile, incredibly acrobatic and capable to getting a lot of small hits off easily. Only offensive specialty is his practiced use of hind legs.
Spells/Powers:
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Astral Hare
Allises' powers are that of a meddler and scout, not a warrior. Blessed with the powers of the lunar chill, the rabbit is but a ripple in the waves, both in body and spirit. Only under extreme duress can Allises' powers be used in a strong offensive capability, but using these powers in such a manner will drain him extensively. If he exerts himself too much, he will host the physical limitations of a normal hare.​

Nighttime Breeze
Allises ripples the air around him, creating a pocket of wind to swiftly travel to his destination. This breeze can only support his weight effectively within 45 meters or so before petering out. Allises can use the breeze to run up or on the sides of small walls, or to jump small pitfalls. He can use this ability in combat to flip his body faster, though it is difficult to use reliably.

Earworm
The moon bears witness to the darkest of plots and the most scandalous of activities. If projected very strongly by the perpetrator, Allises can sense the intentions of an individual. These must be very true intentions about to immediately unfold. Example: A man is eating dinner with Allises, and is reaching slowly for a knife. If the man has full intent to kill the rabbit, Allises can sense that anger and bloodlust are in the man. If, say, they are playing poker and the man slips an ace into the deck, Allises would not know.

Daemon's Lust
Allises' daemonic presence itself encourages those of weak will to reveal their knowledge a few times a day. This only works if the knowledge-holder is of weak will at the time, i.e. naturally stupid or coerced away from a steely fortitude. Works exceptionally well against those under the influence of drink or lust of any kind. Fails miserably against Angels.

Weaknesses: VERY weak against an armored opponent, and in general, due to size/weight. Not a fighter at all, and avoids conflict. Not respected by most of New Eden's people. Desperate.

Personality: Allises isn't what you would call angelic material. He's uncultured, sarcastic, crass, and a massive prankster. He doesn't take anything seriously, if he can handle it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't fight for good. He simply has a very weaselly...err, rabbity way of fighting for it.

Allises is above all, an aspiring businessman. He deals in the ever-so-valuable product of information, and he has it in spades. To him, anything can be bought, and with any currency. Still, his amassing of secrets is attempted to be woven into an intricate web that will lead him towards his final goal, albeit in a roundabout way. He isn't trustworthy at all, yet it seems as though he's chummy with everyone to the point where something spills out. Allises lives on the border of getting stabbed by his acquaintances constantly, but due to his convenient ability to flee from trouble he's made somewhat of a name for himself.

Allises has great admiration for the angels, and wishes he could join their ranks fighting for good. He is ashamed of his birth as a rabbit, and wishes others in New Eden would give him a chance. He knows that as a half-daemon, he will die one day, and is terrified of death. His quest to fulfill his trial and remain in New Eden has given him just a tint of desperation and fear that leak through his otherwise cheery persona.

For character references, think Han Solo (without any of the combat skill) meets Tyrion Lannister, meets the Easter Bunny :p

Skills: Excellent speed, agility, and size for scouting. Very charismatic, good negotiator, frugal and ergonomic. A massive gossip, has dirt on most everyone he tries to find dirt on, good at amassing and distributing secrets and rumors.

Bio/History:
Allises was most likely born from a magical compact with the moon and a demon, but he wouldn't know. He never knew his family, and his earliest memories are of surviving the harsh terrain of Oblitus alone, scared, and cold. Indeed, being alone has been a defining motif of the rabbit's life, and it is what led him to his interest in others' lives.

Eventually, the young hare made his way to New Eden, where he was at first welcomed with open arms. Allises saw the great works of the Wardens, and grew enamored with their customs, duties, and wings. His own wings, pitiful and weak, served to remind him of his daemon lineage, which he grew to despise. The young Allises soon knew: No matter how difficult, he wanted to become an Angel and live forever, protecting the world in Aditi's name.

Of course, to a rough-hewn rodent from Oblitus, the tactics he employed to prove his 'goodness' were....unappreciated. Innocent and well-meant games of fun, parties, and attempts to liven up life often backfired, and soon he gained a reputation for troublemaking. Allises learned how to negotiate, and how to console two parties that were arguing. Unfortunately, he did not see that this quarreling was meant to occur away from his watchful ear. Over time, many cast aside Allises as a common rascal, never talking to him and not respecting his foolish dream of becoming an angel.

After a particularly nasty trick (which resulted in a very injured angel), everything changed. The Wardens decided enough was enough, and that Allises ought to be banished for good. In a desperate plea to have his dream considered one more time, he reported an Abaddon thief that had been prowling the city. Sure enough, his information was reputable. Allises knew, though, that it wasn't enough. He made an offer to the Wardens: He would never return to New Eden......until he returned with the means to steal the Daemon's Cradle. If he perished, he would be of no burden to them. But, if he brought New Eden to the Cradle successfully, he would be turned into an Angel.

This mad scheme was, very reluctantly, accepted by the Wardens. Allises now lives in Abaddon, his identity as a New Edenite completely unknown. He has, however, begun to make a name for himself in the seedy taverns of the city as an information broker, fence, gossip, and overall criminal. The residents of Abaddon must ask themselves: who is this rabbit, and what is his end game...

Other: I am going under the assumption (as is Allises) that the Wardens conceded that if he somehow managed to do New Eden such a monumental service, they could attempt to call out to Aditi and plead for Allises to be turned into an angel. Whether or not that's true, who knows, but hopefully it works!
 
Name: Rachel Glassfeld

Title: The Crystal Queen
Role: Warden.
Moral Alignment: Chaotic good
Hometown: New eden
Race: Angel
Sub race:Human
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Family:


Micheal is her 5 year old son who she loves more than anything.



Jacob (deceased) Her lover who tragically died in an accident when being crushed by a piece of falling derby.



Benjamin (deceased) Adopted father was a Warden that lived in New Eden.



Personality: Is very kind especially to children and tries to set a good example, outgoing usually looking for a new boyfriend and just being herself, and friendly to everyone around her in New Eden she is also a very talented artiest making beautiful crystal artwork for festival’s. though she can come off cocky and teases some people, it usually in good fun and she see’s any vices she might have are just stepping stones to becoming a better person.



Though when she is alone her vulnerable side comes to play, she morns the death of her husband and is constantly looking for someone to love again the same way not just for her but for her son. She is always scared to leave him alone not just for the obvious reasons she asks a friend to look after him, but if she were to die. He would be an orphan and that pain was something she couldn’t bare for him to take… But she feels like she has a duty to fill being a guard.




Appearance: Her body is a athletic yet slim build while her height is 5,8 feet her skin is golden tan, her hair is a long beautiful blond going down to her mid back while here eyes are amber colored. Rachel’s 2 wings are made of light-blue silver crystals that shimmer in the sunlight (she made her wings that way just to look cool and to absorb light) just her is made out of crystals bright silver crystals with some black leather on it.



Equipment:


Invincible- A enchanted shield that is nearly indestructible and can even absorb the impact of a blow and send it back twice as strong at the offender (the drawl back is that she feels the impact of the blow.)



Glory- a Pink crystal spear with pedals at the end of a tipless rod, when she wields the spear the tip burns brightly with a golden light that if it hits the wound on a target will glow a golden light and won’t heal for 3 hours, and the light on the tip of the spear can extend to about 12 meters.



Combat Prowess: While she is decent in hand-to-hand her real combat strength comes with an array of weapons, she is masterfully skilled with spears and shields.


Spells/Powers: She is stronger, faster, and more durable than any normal human but not to special to most angels, in terms of magic she is able to absorb and generate light through her wings, or if she wishes to let out that stored up energy out of her hands or eyes or even focuses through a crystal she can create, her crystals are very colorful and can be used for decoration, and for combat by creating shields around her and her comrade and use as projectile weapons.


Weaknesses: Due to being Half human her wings are just for show so she cannot fly at all (so she made them crystals just for looks), Her shield while can absorb the blow of an impact like said above she will feel the blowback from smashing her shield into someone who's attack she absorbed.







Bio- A baby born in Oblitus she was left abandoned likely her parents were killed, found by a patrol of wardens she was taken back to Eden to be raised by Benjamin the warden who named her Ratchel. After so many years he came to love her like his own, every time he came back from a patrol he would tell her so many stories that made her young mind flare with excitement and sometimes he would bring back souvenirs… Though the life of a Warden isn’t so easy as she would later find out when he didn’t come back for a week, she was informed that he was killed in the line of duty . After a long morning period she decided that when old enough she would become a warden like her father and when the day finally came on her 18th birthday she was ecstatic to finally be like her father.



The Wardens is were she meet her soon to be lover Jacob, they always seem to be paired off together and bump into each other in some form or fashion always talking when they had the time and found out they had a lot in common. Their team work helped them get out of nearly any situation, while also helping out in Eden Ratchel loves creating art with her crystals and Jacob always helped hang them up for all the festival’s. Their charity gained them respect from New Eden and admiration. But soon their friendship turned to romance when under a cold winters night with the wind howling softly and the snow falling so calmly made them feel closer to each other than ever before witch led to them spending the night together and after 8 month Micheal was born it all seemed perfect she loved her job and family and was respected among the community. he died due to an accident when a recruit magic practice launched a ball of fire that blew up a wall. Jacob was crushed underneath several tons of rock, his death almost broke Rachel to the point were she was contemplating suicide… Micheal was the only thing keeping her going and through the years he helped ease the pain of losing Jacob though it was always there even at his 5th birthday the sting will always be there the best she can do is look after her son and find another person she can love like Jacob.
 
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Name: Ami
Aliases: Electric Rainbow
Title(s): None yet
Role: Warden Hopeful

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good
Affiliations: None, Yet
Hometown: New Eden
Relationships: N/A

Race: Angel
Subrace: N/A
Age: She looks 20, but is a little over a hundred years old
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bi-Sexual
Appearance: Standing at five foot four, she is rather short. She weights one hundred pounds with a slim and slender build. She has pale blue eyes and brilliant red hair, which makes her pale skin seem to stand out. Her wing span is about 20f across and the feathers are rainbows colored with red tips. She has no visible scars and no other identifying marks on her body.
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Equipment:
* Steel plate armor
*Two silver handles strapped to her thighs
*Ceramic jars [Normally she carries two or three strapped to her belt]
Combat Prowess: Proficient in hand to hand, and mid to long range weapons
Spells/Powers: Manipulation of Electric Gel Plasma
Weaknesses: She must carry gel plasma with her in order to use it, able to create it herself, but it takes time and she can only make a little at a time. She keeps it in ceramic jars that are easily broken. She is not skilled in close up weapons combat.

Personality: Ami is a little hot headed, and tends to speak her mind. But she has a caring heart and will often go out of her way to help others, even if she is working and it takes time from what she is currently doing. She tries to make friends, but people often find her hard to get along with with how often she will voice her opinion on something. She is not exactly a team player, liking to do her own thing rather than follow a crowd, but she always gets the job done. She has a soft spot for children [who doesn't] and gets in trouble more often for stopping to help or play with a child or group of children more than anything.
Skills: N/A

Bio/History: Ami was born in New Eden, her parents leaving soon after she was old enough to care for herself. She did not blame them, they were warriors and they wanted her to be safe while they fought for humanity. She stayed with different families for a while before she was able to get a place of her own. She had been training for most of her life to fight, and she plans to join the wardens. She had wanted to join them for a long time, but until recently, only humans were accepted into the wardens. Knowing this, she had just trained, hoping to be good enough one day when they would finally be an organization for more than just humans.
Other: N/A
 
Name: Abigail Mercer
Aliases: Abbi
Title(s): N/A
Role: Baker
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Affiliations: N/A
Hometown: New Eden
Relationships: Her Mother[NPC] She knows a lot of people simply because of her job, but does not feel she has any real friends since she works all the time.

Race: Half Elf/Human
Subrace: N/A
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Hetterosexual
Appearance: Standing at five foot eight inches tall, Abbi is tall and sometimes towers over others, mostly other women. She has long white hair that matches her pale skin, and sapphire blue eyes. As with all elves, her ears are pointed. She has a slender body, with delicate features and a scar over her left eye.
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Equipment: Often she carries baskets with her merchandise when she is not in her home/shop. In her shop she is surrounded by baking supplies.

Combat Prowess: Abbi has no fighting skills what so ever.
Spells/Powers: She is able to create and manipulate fire. Which helps her in her job.
Weaknesses: Abbi can't fight

Personality: Abbi is a sweetheart. She loves to make others smile, and tries her best with her baked goods. She has a quick smile and a laugh that tends to make others laugh. She is not easily angered, but she is easily hurt and quick to cry. She tends to try and remain positive though, and likes to talk to her customers if they come in and they are having a bad day. She does not mind letting people only pay part of what is asked for her baked goods. The community provides for each other.

Skills: She is a very skilled baker.
Bio/History: Abbi was born on a small farm in one of the small pockets of civilization out in Oblivion. Her and her family had a good life, even if they did struggle to survive. However, they were forced to New Eden when they were attacked by a group of Daemons, Abbi never knowing why. She was sliced with a sword across the face, which became a deep scar and it is the one identifying mark that she has, aside from her stunning eyes and hair. After moving to New Eden, she was raised by her mother, her father having died due to complications from his injuries, and she became a baker with her mother. When he mother got sick, Abbi took over and runs the bakery now.
Other: N/A
 
Name: Edward Toorn
Aliases: Eddie the Black
Title(s): The Exiled
Role: Street Musician

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Affiliations: N/A
Hometown: Abaddon
Relationships: TBD

Race: Angel
Subrace: none
Age: 100 (Appears as mid 20s)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Omnisexual
Appearance: Eddie stands at 5’10 and is on the leaner side at 150 lbs. His hair is short and slightly curly in crimson tint of red. His eyes are ocean blue. He wears a dark blue button up shirt with a black formal vest, black formal pants and black loafers. His signature accessory is a necklace with an upside down cross pendant. His wings are normally hidden but when unfurled are a colored the same shade of black as a Raven’s.


Equipment:

Michelle: His flute, the only true memento of his life in New Eden, the music it creates is oddly enchanted so that it not only sounds pleasing to the ear, but excites the other senses, if there is a somber tone the music smells of incense and the world of the listener is tinted blue, when a jaunty tune occurs the world is rose tinted and smells like fresh fields of flowers. This power ensures that Eddie can never play a bad song as the listener is actively engaged with his music at all times and the sensory overload leaves them entranced. The flute was a gift from his father and to this day Eddie still doesn’t know who it was named after.

Combat Prowess: Eddie harnesses his powers through the martial art of Jeet Kune Do, while the attacks themselves are powerful, the main damage inflicted is from his powers.


Spells/Powers: Pyromancy: Eddie is able to create and manipulate flames in devastating attacks that are channeled through his physical movement. He can enable his fists and feet to be encompassed in flame so his strikes burn on contact and he can conjure long range fireballs and fire beams to keep his opponent at a distance.

Mind persuasion: When playing his flute around those of moderate willpower or lower, Eddie can perform a tune that bends the minds of those around him to do his bidding, whether it’s paying him gratuitously for his performances, or spying on the aristocracy, as long as the demands do not cause direct harm to the pawn, Eddie can convince them to do as he asks.

Flight: When his wings are exposed, Eddie is able to fly.


Weaknesses:

Pyromancy: His direct counter is water, when he becomes wet, whether it be caused by rain or attacks from a Hydromancer etc. he is unable to conjure flames, his power only returns to him once he dries off.

Mind Control: Those with a strong will are completely immune to his music and are alerted to his attempts at controlling them, furthermore moderately willed beings are harder to control, with Eddie only being able to manipulate their emotional state or their feelings toward him.

Personality: Eddie is a sly devil, always looking for a way to get ahead in life. He loves the thrill of outwitting opponents and hates the notion that “everyone does their fair share of work” that the worshippers of Aditi created. He can be ruthless in his pursuit of a cause and take whatever means he deems necessary to see his goals accomplished.

When it comes to addressing those in power, he’s a shameless flirt, figuring that if he can’t coerce them with his skills, he can coerce them with his lovemaking skills. Of course he’d slit their throat after the night was over if that’s what he needed to do, but he’d let them have a good time before they died, he’s not a complete monster.


Skills: Eddie’s a prodigy with the flute, and a master of Jeet Kune Do, he’s also a master of wits, able to outsmart some of the most cunning individuals whether at cards or on the battlefield.

Bio/History: Born to angels who lived for the Wardens, Edward was raised to treasure Aditi and the ways of New Eden, so naturally he was a rebel coming out of the womb. From a young age the boy never learned to shut his mouth, publically bashing Aditi and how the Wardens Marxist structure was ruining the potential of life. Naturally he was never the Ethereal’s favorite angel. The nickname “Eddie the Black” was formed both because of his Raven colored wings and because of what the rest of New Eden thought were his “impure thoughts”.

Then Eddie discovered his second power, he’d always had Pyromancy, it was passed down from his parents and he was taught how to defend himself with it, but his second power was something special. At age 45 his father finally passed away after years of illness, his parting gift was the flute named “Michelle”, as he years passed and Eddie mastered Michelle he realized that random citizens who heard his music would bow before him as he played, and as he experimented he found that they would do whatever he desired, this gave him ideas and aspirations.

He rounded up an army of humans, entranced by his music and lead them to the Temple of Aditi and proclaimed that “The end of our oppressors is nigh, it’s time man made his own fortune.” When the Wardens arrived to break up the mob, Eddie forced his peons to attack, it was a massacre, hundreds of his soldiers died in the attack, but Eddie escaped without a scratch.

The next day, he found a notice with his face plastered on it. “Edward Toorn: The Exile” In that moment he knew he had to leave, he flew as fast as his wings could take him, straight into the forests of Oblitus. After 2 years of harrowing adventures and dead monsters, he found himself on the outskirts of Abaddon. Fearing they would never allow an angel among them, Eddie hid his wings and entered as a traveling minstrel looking for work. He was accepted and has been spending his days making quite the fortune for himself, through no small amount of mind tricks. He’s currently the most well payed musician in Abaddon, but he knew that one day, when the opportunity presented itself, he’d have his revenge on New Eden, the Fallen Angel will rise again.


Other: The Ethereal of New Eden should know of and despise Eddie for his past actions
 
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Name: Nemo Damian

Title(s): Prince of vice

Role: Slave trader/ drugs

Moral Alignment: Neutral Evil

Affiliations: His company

Hometown: Abaddon

Relationships:
Father- Didn’t get along with his father. He Was assassin suspiciously.

Mother- Died at child birth.

Sister- Seems to be the only thing he cares for. She is also his lover.

Race: Daemon

Sub-race:Incubus

Age: 90 (Appears as mid 20s)

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Appearance: Nemo stands at 5’10 and is on the leaner side at 150 lbs. His hair is short and white with two long horn pointing upwards and curving his eyes are amber with a red tent. he usually wears a formal tux with his chest showing also wearing a golden chocker with a emerald in the middle his skin is a light-brown, he wears a black an gold bracelet on his right wrist and has a ring with his family symbol of a chain with horns.

Equipment:

Pet collar:His and his, sisters own invention the color is a trade mark of his company being able to make a slave do at ever their master wants without any chance for them to escape since only the purchases of the collar can remove it and can shock an escaping slave at a range of 5000 meters.

Pleasure: A long golden and black whip with a heart shape end at it. Is can shirk and be worn as a bracelet, and can conduct his emotional electricity to give his shoots the extra kick.

Combat Prowess: Has no real combat abilities he prefers to use hired muscle to do the work for him.

Spells/Powers: The usual Incubus power dream invasion, sexual aura, Illusions, However Nemo has a special mystical ability, he is able to warp his aura around him into emotional energy that resembles lighting this energy can be shaped conducted like electricity.

Weaknesses: His own vanity can get the better of him and cause him to make rash choices, has become addicted to his own drug called Fairy dust without it he will start feeling very weak.

Personality: Nemo expects the best in his workers and slaves and will do anything to get what he wants no matter if it’s illegal he will be as cruel and manipulative to get what he wants (the only one that can talk him out of this state is his sister), when in a social situation he is normally the type of guy that gets the attention of the entire room and expresses dominance when he can.

He has a soft spot though especially with his sister who he cares for deeply getting her expensive gifts that she wants though he has a limit and even some of the workers he employs he gives 3 chances to mess up but after that you either find another job or suffer a hellish work regiment.

Skills: Good business man, has a way of convincing others to do what he wants,is surprisingly good at playing a harp.

Bio: Born to a wealthy family of slavers and drug traffickers Nemo was always alone with his sister since their father had no time for them electing that his company was more important than his two Bastard children. Both were home schooled by one of Abbadons best tutors on business and economics Nemo finding that he was quite adept at this topic especially when his sister was with him his “muse” if you will, that motivated him to learn more the two were quite a team though growing up their relationship became more than bother and sister but of lovers. At a meeting with several executives it was reviled that their father’s company was bought out by Nemo and his sister, who than offered him a passion as a janitor. The father stormed out enraged that his company was taken drunk himself into a stupor and somehow wandered into the forest. It was later found out that his body had been torn-in-half by some animal though only Nemo and his sister know the true cause of his death and if questioned Nemo would say “Guess he was more Torn about us taking his company than we though.”
 
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BASIC
Birth Name: Neomi Damian
Alias: Princess/Mistress of Vice
Race: Daemon
Subrace: Succubus
Sex: Female
Age: 90, Physically appears to be in her early 20's.
Birthplace: Abaddon
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Role: Vice President

PHYSICAL
Hair: White
Eyes: Amber with Red Tint
Skin: Light Brown
Bust: 36"
Waist: 24"
Hips: 36"
Body: Hourglass Figure
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 125 lbs

PSYCHOLOGICAL
Likes:
  • Nemo.

  • Inflicting pain.

  • Feeling pain.

  • Feeling ecstasy.
Dislikes:
  • People who get in the way.

  • Ugly or grotesque things.

  • Angels.
Quirks:
  • Licks her lips to express happiness.

  • Will grin subtlety when she finds something amusing.

APPEARANCE
She has short thick hair as white as snow being waved and brushed away from the forehead to reveal two rather pronounced curved horns pointing upwards. She has a radiant oval face with high cheek bones, narrow nose and symmetric, naturally shaped eye brows eyebrows which compliments her amber eyes with red tint. Her luscious lips of medium thickness, making a cheerful smile which creates an aura of elegance, making her tremendously beautiful.

EQUIPMENT
She stands at 5' 3" usually wearing a black Gothic Victorian style long sleeved dress with an ornate lace high neck along with a sweetheart bodice and open back, all of which compliments her heirloom black and gold crescent shaped earrings and family ring with the family symbol of a chain with horns. She also wears her killer black stilettos wherever she goes.

She carries with her a pet collar, which is hers and her brother's own invention. The color is a trade mark of his company, being able to make a slave do what ever their master wants without any chance for them to escape since only the purchasers of the collar can remove it and can shock an escaping slave at a range of 5000 meters.

She also carries a black frilly umbrella with a fully automatic opening and a metal black frame with a crooked handle. It doubles as something to keep her dry in the rain and as a magic weapon capable of firing bolts of pure magical black energy from the ferrule of the umbrella. It of course has the limitation of having a recharge feature of a single shot every half minute but it doesn't consume any of her own energy.

PERSONALITY
Behind her kind and courteous demeanor is a sadistic and cruel individual. She does however express a lot of self control over herself, allowing her to be patient and will only do things she deems necessary. Her elegant and flirty attitude make her quite a tease, as she likes to poke fun on others.

When it comes to her brother Nemo however she can seen as quite obsessive, as she cares very deeply for him and will often act very intimate with him no matter where they happen to be. This also causes her to be quite the jealous type and will have unexpected outbursts of rage towards those whom act disrespectful towards him.

RELATIONSHIPS
Brother/Lover - Nemo Damian
Mother - *Dead*
Father - *Dead*

BIOGRAPHY
Her mother died due to child birth shortly after she was born. Her family was wealthy due to their lucrative business dealings in the slave and drug trade. She was always alone with her twin brother Nemo as their father would choose to prioritize his company over his illegitimate children, this created a very strong bond between the siblings whom mostly had to rely on themselves. Although their absentee father view them as illegitimate, they were still home schooled by one of Abbadon's best tutors on business and economics.

As both Neomi and Nemo grew older they also grew closer becoming much more then a platonic sibling relationship. They grew to love one another as members of the opposite sex and plotted the demise of their father and acquisition of his company. Eventually their plan came to fruition and at a meeting with several executives it was revealed that their father’s company was bought out by Neomi and her brother, whom than offered their father a position as a janitor. The father stormed out enraged that his company was taken, he had drunk himself into a stupor and somehow wandered into Oblitus. It was later found out that his body had been torn in half by some animal though only Neomi and her brother know the true cause of their father's death. When questioned about her fathers death she would say nothing but react with a subtle grin.

SKILLS
She would rather avoid fights if she could, as her skill was more focused on dealing with people then fighting with people but if it came down to it although she has limited knowledge of combat oriented spells which she can make use of. Other skills she is capable of is that she is a competent cook, adept at business and economics but most surprisingly she is also good at sewing.

ABILITIES
Dream Invasion
Psychosomatic Illusions
Dark Tendrils/Tentacles
Sexual Pain Aura
Pain Empowerment
Pleasure Empowerment

WEAKNESSES
The effect of her sexual pain aura is reliant on the fact that it'll work depending on how weak or strong the mind of the individual is, meaning those with strong enough willpower then her powers will have little to no effect. This is also the case with her psychosomatic illusions and her ability to invade the dreams of others.
 
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Name: Errol
Aliases: Occasionally referred to by Xena as simply “E”.
Titles:
  • The Guard Dog - a sarcastic title bestowed upon him from the fact that he never seems to leave Xena’s side, as if the whole purpose of his existence was to guard alongside her.
  • Phantomslayer – a faceless title, bestowed upon him because of the work he had done for his previous Master. It was given to the silent assassin that has been killing nobles a few years ago before suddenly disappearing off the face of Abaddon. Rumor has it that the phantomslayer was neither seen nor heard in his conquests for death.
Role: A noble’s servant/ bodyguard

Moral Alignment: True Neutral
Affiliations: Al’vyon Household
Hometown: Abaddon
Relationships:
  • Eltheya (biological sister, deceased)
  • Rodrick Valden (former master, deceased)
  • Xena Mythriel Al’vyon (current master, living)
Race: Human
Age: Unknown, looks like he’s in his early twenties
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Appearance: Errol stands at 6’1 and has a lithe but athletic build. He has midnight black hair and silver gray eyes with a pale red ring that seemed to intensify in color whenever he used his special abilities. He is always wearing dark clothes with the only reason being that it was easier to blend in the shadows. He was quite good-looking but not remarkably so. A tattoo-like brand of a snake was placed on the right side of his shoulder, snaking down to his chest in front of his heart. He also had a couple of scars, most prominent are the scars of whips at his back.
Equipment: Errol usually prefers to wear a coat, and while usually seems unarmed, actually has two small pocketknives hidden inside his sleeves, which he was experienced enough to summon with a flick of his hand at a moment’s notice.

Bio/History:
Errol has been a slave for as long as he could remember. He didn’t know any relatives, except for his sister, who he adored with all his heart, as she was his whole world. They were, eventually, sold to a cruel daemon who only cared about himself and his money: Rodrick Valden. While he was trained to do the dirty work like murder and assassinations, his sister was made to do domestic labor and tending to the visitors and to their master’s commands. For the longest time he wanted to break free, take her with him and go out to Oblivion. They almost managed to escape, but they were caught. Valden didn’t like that, and so he separated them, and then branded him the tattoo to make sure he won’t disobey them again. The tattoo wasn’t an ordinary tattoo, it was a familiar, a lesser daemon that has served his Master’s family. It was put there by the Valden household as a precautionary measure, that should he ever disobey or lay a hand on his Master, will snake upon his neck and grant him a most painful death. For years he didn’t know what happened to his sister. He would try to find her, and the familiar would report it, and then he’ll receive the punishment of whips at his back. When the Master found this troublesome, he offered a deal, that his sister would be kept safe for as long as he was obedient. Errol didn’t trust him, but he complied. It’s not like there is anything else he could do.

One night, Valden got drunk as Errol stood by at his Master’s side with the expressionless face he had perfected (as the Master doesn’t seem to like it when he shows disgust and hatred at him, which are the only expressions he can give him). He found out a dark truth from the slip of the tongue: her sister has been sold to a whorehouse and has long been dead. That night, he snapped, he didn’t care about anything anymore. This was when he discovered the extents of his power. As he imagined all the things he wanted to do to the bastard, he managed to actually delve into his drunk mind and make him feel all the pain of it. That night, he murdered his Master, in cold blood as he was used to, and the only thing that stopped him from tearing his limbs apart bit by bit was the paralyzing shot of poison as the familiar bit him, making him lose consciousness.

When he woke up he was back with the slave traders, chained up. He was disoriented, as the pain of the slow poison acted upon him making him feel like he was burning inside out. He might have screamed once or twice, and the traders did all their best to shut him up. He wasn’t sure how long that was, it felt like forever. He wanted to just finally die, but he was chained up and unable to do anything to hasten his Death. That was when they met. The events were a blur to his senses, but she touched him, and slowly his body cooled up, and he was finally able to rest and sleep.

For weeks he was bedridden, with the young noble taking care of him, unbecoming of her rank. He was awed. He had not experienced such kindness before. He had found out that after he brutally killed his Master, he was sent back to the slave traders as damaged goods, where he was meant to be disposed of. That was when she saw him, bought him, and treated him, easing the poison out of his system and healing him. When he had finally completely recovered, she told him that he was free to go, to go to Oblivion or New Eden as he pleases, but he refused. He owed to her his life. From the moment she had healed him, it was hers.

Personality:
Errol is the kind person who doesn’t like crowds and prefers to be alone. He is an introvert through and through. When he meets new people, he will always be slightly suspicious, as it is in his nature. Furthermore, Errol doesn’t have much of a moral compass. He will do whatever it is asked of him, and won’t blink in committing murder, as he has been desensitized from feelings of guilt since he was young. He always has his guard up, unless it was when he was alone with Xena, where he is relaxed and shows off a ghost of what could have been: a silent but tame and gentle personality that would’ve been him if his eyes weren’t opened into the darkness of the world early in his life.

At first glance, Errol will look like he is devoid of personality. Cold, blank, emotionless--- these words suit well on how he looks like whenever he is seen standing at Xena’s side. He speaks very little, oftentimes not at all, nonchalant and staring off into space as if he could not care less about what’s happening around him. However, under his cold facade is the unswerving loyalty and devotion he has to his current master. To him, she was angel. He admired her sweet smile and kind nature. She cared for him, looked after him and rebuilt him to the kind of person who can enjoy life. That is why he had sworn to protect her for as long as he lived. He will get rid of anything and anyone that may pose a threat to her safety.

Combat Prowess: Errol is skilled in hand to hand combat, and actually had a knack of sneaking behind people. He isn’t quite as strong as a daemon would be, but he was quick and agile, and eerily quiet in his attacks. He moves in stealth, using efficient moves to take down enemies cleanly. Thus his reputation as the phantomslayer.
Spells/Powers: The core of Errol’s abilities is to manipulate perception. That is, rather than manipulating the world around him, he manipulates the way his enemies perceive the world around them by tweaking their senses, and trapping his target into their own minds. He can make seconds feel like a lifetime, or make simple objects look like horrid monsters, etc, all in his target’s point of view. In the right circumstances he can warp a person’s mind enough to shape him into the most detailed of hallucinations. In the ideal circumstance he could also shut down the targets senses completely, putting him in a trance-like state of zero external stimuli, the surest way to drive a person insane. His ability was the reason why he was never seen or heard in his previous assassinations.
Weakness: When it comes to using his ability, Errol only had two options. That is, either to center and focus his ability to use full and powerful control on one target, or spread it thin on a group of people and lessen the effect. The greater the extent of his control, the greater the toll on his body, as the ability can easily tire him if used for a long time. On the other hand, his protectiveness to Xena also poses as a weakness, as he would rather die than have her harmed. He has horrible social skills, and can only seem to get along with Xena, and even though he wanted to try talking to other people, he is honestly clueless as to how.

Skills:
  • Stealth – a skill he developed through his years in doing assassinations.
  • Cooking – As Xena’s personal servant, he was used to the girl forgetting that it’s time to eat, especially when she’s engrossed in a certain subject. To make sure this doesn’t happen, he learned how to cook and prepare meals for her.
  • Playing Instruments – on their spare time, Xena would usually play the piano. She taught him how to do it so he could play the instrument with her. Over time he developed a liking for music.
Additional Information:

The Valden Household familiar (known to Errol only as Nil) indeed poisoned Errol as he was ordered to, although he didn’t quite like Valden either. He had intentionally given Errol a very slow poison in hopes that he’ll be saved. He was the closest to a companion Errol had while he was serving his former master. Now that Errol killed Valden, Nil wasn’t bound to the household anymore as there was nobody to order him around, and does as he pleases.

Nil is a shapeshifter, and while usually silent, he can choose come out if Errol asked politely enough for help. The tattoo was what binds him to Errol. When he does want to materialize, the tattoo slithers down Errol’s body like its alive to the ground and shapeshifts into whatever form he wanted to take in. Nil have three forms that he can shift into: A serpent, a wolf and an eagle. He cannot, however, take the form for longer than a few minutes. Errol’s life with Xena being quite simple and uneventful though, he keeps silent and contented.

NOTE: Most of the things I came up with while making this CS is on the spot so I'm afraid it might have drifted a little from the concept idea I have given @Aman. Well, not exactly drifted, more like... I added a whole damn lot. Sorry about that, I might have gotten carried away. :D If there is something not quite right please just let me know and I'll edit accordingly. Thank you!


*Credits to the owner of the art. It will be removed upon the artist's request.
 
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Name: Xena Mythriel Al’vyon
Aliases: Commonly referred to as Xena and hates it when she’s called Mythriel.
Titles:
  • The Siren –a faceless title, bestowed upon the cloaked petite young lady that occasionally strolls around the streets of Abaddon, singing on top of the clock tower, her voice echoing through the whole City at midnight. The Siren enchants, and the crowd sways, entranced. She is usually seen at the time of the festivals as well, indulging on the music and the art and all the other things the City has to offer. Rumor has it that she’s untouchable, and if you dare try something on her, madness will fall upon you.
Role: Noble/Healer and Herbalist

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good
Affiliations: Al’vyon Household
Hometown: Abaddon
Relationships:
  • Errol (current servant/ bodyguard)
Race: Daemon
Subrace: Vampire
Age: 113 (looks somewhere between 17-20 years old of mortal age)
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Appearance: Xena stands at 5’4 and has an almost delicate-looking, petite frame. She has amber eyes and pale creamy skin, contrasting a bit to her curly chocolate brown hair that fell down to her back. She looks rather young, with a gentle set of features, and remarkably pretty in an innocent, cute kind of way.
Equipment: Xena have no clue on how to fight, so all she had was her silver necklace with a gemstone for luck and protection. It was an heirloom from her family lineage. Every once in a while, she wears her cloak as well, a white wool cloak that looked old and ratty, but was actually a magical item used to intensify the effect of her powers. She usually uses it when healing people, or when singing to a crowd.

Bio/History:
Ever since she was little, Xena loved Abaddon. It was her home. It was where the bards sing and the merchants lie their impressive goods, it was a place for celebration and happiness, a place to look for the pleasure life has to offer. She loved the festivals most of all. She could not think of a better place in the world than Abaddon.

Or so she thought. Until she was hit with reality. She had always known that despite the beauty of the city in the surface, ugly scars lie within. She knew of it, but she tried to forget. She pretended not to know. In the end though, she couldn’t resist it. She wanted to see the scars for herself. Going down to see the underground side of Abaddon was probably the best and worst decision of her life. Worst because for one, the image of her beloved home in her head will never be the same. But on the other hand, it was also the best, because she saved a life, and gained an irreplaceable ally, a beloved friend.

That one night when she decided to go to the dark side of the Abaddon being the same day Errol was there in the slave market, dying, was a fateful encounter. She had only noticed him because he was screaming like he’s in pain, and the slave traders are kicking and trying to knock him out because it’s bad for business, and to her it was just natural to help. The slave traders told her he’s dangerous, but she didn’t care. He’s a patient that needed her help. She couldn’t just let him die, not when she can do something.

He was a remarkable patient. When he woke up, he never complained. He did ask questions though, questions she answered honestly with all her might, and although he didn’t say much about his past she had a good idea what he’s been through. For a while, she chastised herself for it. Because even though she had seen the worst she still couldn’t help but love her home. Even though she had seen what pain the system could bring to other people. People like Errol. For weeks she tried to think of whether or not she should leave and live somewhere else, but she was conflicted. The feeling of conflict alienated her from the home she used to so love, and it wasn’t until Errol recovered that she felt close enough to him to ask what he thinks. He just shrugged, smiled sadly, and placed his hand on her head, as if he was the older one among them. “If you don’t want to leave, don’t.” he had said. It was simple, almost unsatisfyingly so. But for some reason, it eased her and made her realize that Abaddon will still be Abaddon: the city of the damned. There was nothing she could do about it. Likewise, there was nothing to stop her from trying.

That’s why every few nights she would don her cloak and walk around her home to the clock tower, and sing the gentle songs Errol loved. While the crowd was enchanted, Errol took care of things just as she asked him to. Strange things happen when the Siren sings. Slaves and people about to be tortured or raped disappearing are only one of them. There was a slave trader who seemed to have gone mad. A torturer was found dead in his own torture chamber. Drug addicts find themselves snorting nothing. Why is that?

Perhaps to the citizens of Abaddon it will remain a mystery.

Personality:
Xena is a good-natured person, the type that just couldn’t help but help a person in need. Whether it was to soothe the body or the soul, she knew just the right way to make people feel better. She’s the type of person with that infectious smile, so sweet and natural that it tugs at your heartstrings. That is the kind of effect she has on people. She is quite friendly, smiles a lot, and blushes easily, and would rather listen than talk. She easily gets shy or embarrassed, and to many this may make her seem like a passive and compliant person, but when she wants to accomplish something she is passionate, brave and determined. She is by no means a pushover no matter how delicate she may seem. When she wants things done, it will be done. Xena hated murder most of all, but she knew that some people deserve it. Even though she will rather not have people killed, sometimes it was necessary evil. That’s the kind of morality she upholds.

Combat Prowess: Xena has no clue when it comes to fighting, but she won’t be entirely useless in a fight. Rather than being the front liner, she prefers to stay in the side to support through her special abilities.
Spells/Powers: The core of Xena’s powers is her affinity for all things good, thus making her very skillful in healing magic. There are two subtypes to her powers: physical healing and emotional healing. Physical healing was easy enough, she just had to touch a person and concentrate. Depending on how dire the wounds are, she’ll probably have to apply actual medicine and first aid as well. Emotional healing was a bit more complicated. It was going out there into the hearts of your patients, to open up and feel all the good things life is all about. Through this, she uses her talent for music and her voice as a vessel through which the magic will flow through. It puts people in a trancelike state where they seem to be only fixated on her, and will afterwards make her target listener feel motivated and refreshed.
Weakness: As a daemon of the subrace of vampires, Xena has all the abilities that sets vampires apart from all the other races. However, as she is still rather young and untrained, she is only slightly stronger than the average human, and certainly no match for all the other vampires in Abaddon. Xena has a soft heart, which makes her emotionally weak in a way. She always doubts herself one way or another, always not quite sure if what she’s doing is right, but in the end she still somehow pulls through.

Skills:
  • Playing the piano and singing– skills she learned as a child.
  • Herbal medicine and first aid – Since Xena always wanted to help people, she had made a name for herself for being an herbalist in Abaddon, with people coming in on her shop to ask advice for health and medicine.
Additional Information:

This is hardly an ability, but for some reason, Xena seemed to always gather good fortune. Even before she didn’t have the necklace of their family, she has always won through small bets and lottery, and the necklace only seemed to intensify her luck.

NOTE: Most of the things I came up with while making this CS is on the spot so I'm afraid it might have drifted a little from the concept idea I have given @Aman. Well, not exactly drifted, more like... I added a whole damn lot. Sorry about that, I might have gotten carried away. :D If there is something not quite right please just let me know and I'll edit accordingly. Thank you!

*Credits to the owner of the art. It will be removed upon the artist's request.
 
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Not quite sure if I did right with my characters, but I just thought Abaddon could do with a few more troublemakers. :D
 
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