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Acting Maniac
JessieJames
Dream as if you were dying.
Got it. Thank you. :3
Trust
The Nobody in particular
Name: Lisa
Aliases: The forest girl
Title(s): None
Role: None
Moral Alignment: True Neutral
Affiliations: The forest
Hometown: Oblitus
Relationships: None
Race: Human
Sub-race: half-elf
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance:
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Lisa is about 5'4", weighs a light 47 kg, has a slight build and seems rather fit, flexible and agile, yet no strength. All this is accompanied by soft blonde hair and playful yellow eyes, she has nothing but her hand-made dress and hat
Equipment: Nothing but an old rusted carving knife
Combat Prowess: None
Spells/Powers: The ability to force a single other person to live through one of her memories in her eyes, allowing them to feel, see, smell and hear everything from the memory, their body is not effect and seems to simply stand in a trance-like state for the duration, dizziness and nausea may occur to those unused to it
Weaknesses: no combat experience at all, while using her ability, she seems to experience the memory too (effectively using the ability against herself as well), only works on one person at a time. Doesn't exactly speak fluent english, doesn't know the meaning of "social boundaries" and can't tell what social standing is
Personality: Lisa is a playful, content young girl that enjoys having fun andgenerally just messing around, she is, in her essence, innocent. She loves nature and animals in particular, and while she has nothing against eating meat, she prefers vegetables, fruits and generally just plants as a better alternative. Lisa loves to laugh and considers everything equal.
Skills: knows how to survive in the wild, is comfortable being alone and with animals and has an advanced knowledge of herbs and what they do.
Bio/History: Lisa was left in Kryamn forest by her parents on the discovery that she wasn't completely an elf, or completely a human. They seemed to have had her completely by accident and had not intended for her to exist at all, so instead of caring for her, they tossed her in a forest to die. The animals, however, and the forest itself, was curious as to what this strange new entity was, and so welcomed it into forest life carefully, after all, humans were very hazardous towards all plant-life, from cutting them down for materials, to destroying them over wars, it was safe to say that nature had a reason to be careful, but it thought "What if this one turns out different?". So it allowed the child to live. The child grew up happily, supplied everything that was needed to her by a comforting enviromenr of squirrels, birds and other forest critters, and never having met another human all her life. The girl heard all the names of the animals, and decided to call herself a Lisa. She lived her life joyfully, having fun in the sun-lit foresr and never once having fear in her heart. She lived in paradise and is, in essence, innocent.
Aliases: The forest girl
Title(s): None
Role: None
Moral Alignment: True Neutral
Affiliations: The forest
Hometown: Oblitus
Relationships: None
Race: Human
Sub-race: half-elf
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance:
View attachment 710
Lisa is about 5'4", weighs a light 47 kg, has a slight build and seems rather fit, flexible and agile, yet no strength. All this is accompanied by soft blonde hair and playful yellow eyes, she has nothing but her hand-made dress and hat
Equipment: Nothing but an old rusted carving knife
Combat Prowess: None
Spells/Powers: The ability to force a single other person to live through one of her memories in her eyes, allowing them to feel, see, smell and hear everything from the memory, their body is not effect and seems to simply stand in a trance-like state for the duration, dizziness and nausea may occur to those unused to it
Weaknesses: no combat experience at all, while using her ability, she seems to experience the memory too (effectively using the ability against herself as well), only works on one person at a time. Doesn't exactly speak fluent english, doesn't know the meaning of "social boundaries" and can't tell what social standing is
Personality: Lisa is a playful, content young girl that enjoys having fun andgenerally just messing around, she is, in her essence, innocent. She loves nature and animals in particular, and while she has nothing against eating meat, she prefers vegetables, fruits and generally just plants as a better alternative. Lisa loves to laugh and considers everything equal.
Skills: knows how to survive in the wild, is comfortable being alone and with animals and has an advanced knowledge of herbs and what they do.
Bio/History: Lisa was left in Kryamn forest by her parents on the discovery that she wasn't completely an elf, or completely a human. They seemed to have had her completely by accident and had not intended for her to exist at all, so instead of caring for her, they tossed her in a forest to die. The animals, however, and the forest itself, was curious as to what this strange new entity was, and so welcomed it into forest life carefully, after all, humans were very hazardous towards all plant-life, from cutting them down for materials, to destroying them over wars, it was safe to say that nature had a reason to be careful, but it thought "What if this one turns out different?". So it allowed the child to live. The child grew up happily, supplied everything that was needed to her by a comforting enviromenr of squirrels, birds and other forest critters, and never having met another human all her life. The girl heard all the names of the animals, and decided to call herself a Lisa. She lived her life joyfully, having fun in the sun-lit foresr and never once having fear in her heart. She lived in paradise and is, in essence, innocent.
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Acting Maniac
OmegaRper42
Arbiter of light and dark.
Name: Jack Ripper
Aliases: Wallace Gai
Titles: The Daemon hunter, Jack the Ripper.
Role: Bounty Hunter
Moral Alignment: Neutral
Affiliations: Underground
Hometown: New Eden.
Relationships:
Father-Deceased
Mother-Deceased
Brother- Is Arty’s long lost twin brother.
Race: Human
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual
Appearance: An athletic build, when he’s out on the street his hair a short black with a silver stripe going down the middle of a bang covering his left eye, his eyes are blue and his face handsome. While he’s on a job he wears a dark leather suit with a hooded cape armed several pouches and a right shoulder guard, a dark red and black Mask that looks like the face of a Daemon.
Equipment:
Ebony and ivory- The family Kitana's as the name suggest one is a black blade while the other is ivory. they feel like they are weightless yet they cut like steel and never dull, They can even be combined to be a double sword.
Striker- Looking almost the same as Shadow except having a more demonic look almost like an evil spirit With blood red tattoos that looks like blood also it can let out a demonic cry to disorient the target. The effects of this suit are to augment the wearer's strength by 4 folds while also surpassing pain and is able to put back any broken or dislocated injuries. Though it does not heal per say just puts the user back together so damage is still inflected.
Aero-flintlock- An enchanted pistol that can fire bullets of compressed air the power and distance of these depend on how much air is sucked into the back of the gun. The shot it fires out can pierce through leather armor and leave dents in plate mail also able to burn or freeze depending on the temperature of the location. Though like all flintlocks it is prone to jamming if used to much
Daemon mask- This mask has the face of a dark red daemon with black glassy void eyes in a eternal glare, it is also able to make a loud unearthly sound that is used to terrify his target, lastly the mask can see in perfect darkness as if it was daytime due to an enchantment.
Medical kit- Keeps an array of potions, tools, and medical instruments on his person at all times.
Trap kit- In many of his pouches he keeps an assortment of tricks, traps and bate.
Knives- Keeps sets of knifes in his boots and his leather pockets.
Personality: Is the total opposite of Artimeties, being a cold, serious, and outright temperamental person that is rather ruthless in his work, he is always focused on his goals and will do anything to get them. Though just like Arty he is against killing of children and has been looking for his brother for a long time also his social skills are something to be desired and when alone can be emotional often crying and lamenting how weak he was back then.
Combat Prowess: Is a brutal yet graceful fighter he will do anything to win no matter how dirty he has to be.
In an abridged version you do not want to make this guy your enemy.
Spells/Powers:
Magic negation strike- focusing his energy into his palm, Jack is able to deliver a strike that can completely turn off someone's magic and leave them with a mark that cannot be healed or fade it sever’s as a reminder to those he lets live for whatever reason, the effects last 5 minutes and takes up a massive amount of magical power for him to pull off so it’s used sparingly.
Magic eye- It grants him tremendously accurate vision as well as the minute details and movements of his general surroundings. But the eyes true ability is that it allows Jack to automatically perceive and understand all cause and effect relations, deducing the path leading to any effect, allowing him to instantly plan, analyze, and take action with absolute efficiency without any effort a simple glance at anything would be enough for him to learn it's nature, strengths, weaknesses, etc. In short, the eye makes Jack a flawless tacticians. Though overuse can cause mental damage.
Superhuman physiology- Due to a constant hellish training regime his body is able to accomplish feats that would be nearly impossible for a normal human, able to crush a mans arm like it was a twig, dodge attacks from beings such as Lycan's and vampires, and jump from building to building.
Weakness: He hast to see someone if his eye is to activate, Due to his Striker suit not healing his wounds his body is in constant pain unless he takes a special drug, he is addicted to the drug called Aditi’s release His body will suffer from withdrawal.
Skills: Is rather skilled in making gadgets, Knows how to get people to talk one way or another, Can make up battle stratagem’s in combat, can communicate through sigh language.
Bio/History:
No one really knows what happened to Jack but what is known it that he lived in Oblitus with his family, he never does talk much about them other than that they trained him and his brother to be bounty hunters. Though he has been seen telling the tail after a few drinks. after an attack from a wild Dragon resulting in their parent's deaths, Jack and his brother Arty were split up at just the age of 13 unaware of where his brother was. He suffered a great mental shock from this event, he was unable to speak until he was 16. Jack became a ruthless bounty hunter in order to atone for his weakness in a way blaming himself. Moving from one Oblitus settlement to another in search of his brother since Jack figured at least Arty survived, hearing of a bounty hunter that never seems to shut up and never takes anything seriously, that had to be him! Jack when he reached the age of 25 he finally found a lead when he came across New Eden after a few months of staying, he was invited to join and underground society of thief’s and murders. Jack didn't like the Idea of being bossed around but he wasn't about to lose the one lead he had to finding his family.
Aliases: Wallace Gai
Titles: The Daemon hunter, Jack the Ripper.
Role: Bounty Hunter
Moral Alignment: Neutral
Affiliations: Underground
Hometown: New Eden.
Relationships:
Father-Deceased
Mother-Deceased
Brother- Is Arty’s long lost twin brother.
Race: Human
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual
Appearance: An athletic build, when he’s out on the street his hair a short black with a silver stripe going down the middle of a bang covering his left eye, his eyes are blue and his face handsome. While he’s on a job he wears a dark leather suit with a hooded cape armed several pouches and a right shoulder guard, a dark red and black Mask that looks like the face of a Daemon.
Equipment:
Ebony and ivory- The family Kitana's as the name suggest one is a black blade while the other is ivory. they feel like they are weightless yet they cut like steel and never dull, They can even be combined to be a double sword.
Striker- Looking almost the same as Shadow except having a more demonic look almost like an evil spirit With blood red tattoos that looks like blood also it can let out a demonic cry to disorient the target. The effects of this suit are to augment the wearer's strength by 4 folds while also surpassing pain and is able to put back any broken or dislocated injuries. Though it does not heal per say just puts the user back together so damage is still inflected.
Aero-flintlock- An enchanted pistol that can fire bullets of compressed air the power and distance of these depend on how much air is sucked into the back of the gun. The shot it fires out can pierce through leather armor and leave dents in plate mail also able to burn or freeze depending on the temperature of the location. Though like all flintlocks it is prone to jamming if used to much
Daemon mask- This mask has the face of a dark red daemon with black glassy void eyes in a eternal glare, it is also able to make a loud unearthly sound that is used to terrify his target, lastly the mask can see in perfect darkness as if it was daytime due to an enchantment.
Medical kit- Keeps an array of potions, tools, and medical instruments on his person at all times.
Trap kit- In many of his pouches he keeps an assortment of tricks, traps and bate.
Knives- Keeps sets of knifes in his boots and his leather pockets.
Personality: Is the total opposite of Artimeties, being a cold, serious, and outright temperamental person that is rather ruthless in his work, he is always focused on his goals and will do anything to get them. Though just like Arty he is against killing of children and has been looking for his brother for a long time also his social skills are something to be desired and when alone can be emotional often crying and lamenting how weak he was back then.
Combat Prowess: Is a brutal yet graceful fighter he will do anything to win no matter how dirty he has to be.
In an abridged version you do not want to make this guy your enemy.
Spells/Powers:
Magic negation strike- focusing his energy into his palm, Jack is able to deliver a strike that can completely turn off someone's magic and leave them with a mark that cannot be healed or fade it sever’s as a reminder to those he lets live for whatever reason, the effects last 5 minutes and takes up a massive amount of magical power for him to pull off so it’s used sparingly.
Magic eye- It grants him tremendously accurate vision as well as the minute details and movements of his general surroundings. But the eyes true ability is that it allows Jack to automatically perceive and understand all cause and effect relations, deducing the path leading to any effect, allowing him to instantly plan, analyze, and take action with absolute efficiency without any effort a simple glance at anything would be enough for him to learn it's nature, strengths, weaknesses, etc. In short, the eye makes Jack a flawless tacticians. Though overuse can cause mental damage.
Superhuman physiology- Due to a constant hellish training regime his body is able to accomplish feats that would be nearly impossible for a normal human, able to crush a mans arm like it was a twig, dodge attacks from beings such as Lycan's and vampires, and jump from building to building.
Weakness: He hast to see someone if his eye is to activate, Due to his Striker suit not healing his wounds his body is in constant pain unless he takes a special drug, he is addicted to the drug called Aditi’s release His body will suffer from withdrawal.
Skills: Is rather skilled in making gadgets, Knows how to get people to talk one way or another, Can make up battle stratagem’s in combat, can communicate through sigh language.
Bio/History:
No one really knows what happened to Jack but what is known it that he lived in Oblitus with his family, he never does talk much about them other than that they trained him and his brother to be bounty hunters. Though he has been seen telling the tail after a few drinks. after an attack from a wild Dragon resulting in their parent's deaths, Jack and his brother Arty were split up at just the age of 13 unaware of where his brother was. He suffered a great mental shock from this event, he was unable to speak until he was 16. Jack became a ruthless bounty hunter in order to atone for his weakness in a way blaming himself. Moving from one Oblitus settlement to another in search of his brother since Jack figured at least Arty survived, hearing of a bounty hunter that never seems to shut up and never takes anything seriously, that had to be him! Jack when he reached the age of 25 he finally found a lead when he came across New Eden after a few months of staying, he was invited to join and underground society of thief’s and murders. Jack didn't like the Idea of being bossed around but he wasn't about to lose the one lead he had to finding his family.
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Acting Maniac
Trust
The Nobody in particular
Name: Martin Bastien
Aliases: The "Bastion" of New Eden
Title(s): Lieutenant
Role: Lieutenant of the New Eden Armada
Moral Alignment: Lawful good
Affiliations: New Eden's fleet
Hometown: New Eden
Relationships: Husband of Mireia
Race: Human
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance:
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Martin is a serious, formal man, well-mannered, well-clothed, and practically always serious-faced, he's about 6'3" and weighs a solid 200 pounds, extremely fit due to all the training and brawling he's had to do.
Equipment: A very well maintained thrusting sword (rapier)
Combat Prowess: Capable in practically any form warfare, hand-to-hand, ranged and especially proficient melee weaponry
Spells/Powers: None
Weaknesses: In a world full of magical capabilities, the lack of anything magical is a large weakness, Martin can also be rather insensitive sometimes
Personality: Martin is very possessive and organised, he is practically obsessed with his work and disikes any and all disruptions, very authoritative. He loves Mireia, but rarely shows it due to how busy he frequently is and the sneaking suspicion that she is unfaithful, leading for him to be distrustful towards her on occasion. He is used to being in control and has lived his entire life in nobility, he was bread for success, and as so far lived up to what was desired of him.
Skills: skilled tactician and strategian
Bio/History: Ever since he was born, Martin exceeded expectations, where other kids went out, messed around and made fun happen while causing trouble with whatever magic power they were born with, Martin was sharpening his wit, being taught by the finest teachers his parents could purchase, constantly tutoring, training with various sorts of weaponry or simply learning of the history of the various wars, embedding strategy in his mind and forcing him into the more militant career. As soon as he could, Martin joined the navy and accelerated up the ranks, a prodigy. He moved up to the rank of lieutenant in less than three years and swiftly became one of the landmark members of the armada.
Aliases: The "Bastion" of New Eden
Title(s): Lieutenant
Role: Lieutenant of the New Eden Armada
Moral Alignment: Lawful good
Affiliations: New Eden's fleet
Hometown: New Eden
Relationships: Husband of Mireia
Race: Human
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance:
View attachment 733
Martin is a serious, formal man, well-mannered, well-clothed, and practically always serious-faced, he's about 6'3" and weighs a solid 200 pounds, extremely fit due to all the training and brawling he's had to do.
Equipment: A very well maintained thrusting sword (rapier)
Combat Prowess: Capable in practically any form warfare, hand-to-hand, ranged and especially proficient melee weaponry
Spells/Powers: None
Weaknesses: In a world full of magical capabilities, the lack of anything magical is a large weakness, Martin can also be rather insensitive sometimes
Personality: Martin is very possessive and organised, he is practically obsessed with his work and disikes any and all disruptions, very authoritative. He loves Mireia, but rarely shows it due to how busy he frequently is and the sneaking suspicion that she is unfaithful, leading for him to be distrustful towards her on occasion. He is used to being in control and has lived his entire life in nobility, he was bread for success, and as so far lived up to what was desired of him.
Skills: skilled tactician and strategian
Bio/History: Ever since he was born, Martin exceeded expectations, where other kids went out, messed around and made fun happen while causing trouble with whatever magic power they were born with, Martin was sharpening his wit, being taught by the finest teachers his parents could purchase, constantly tutoring, training with various sorts of weaponry or simply learning of the history of the various wars, embedding strategy in his mind and forcing him into the more militant career. As soon as he could, Martin joined the navy and accelerated up the ranks, a prodigy. He moved up to the rank of lieutenant in less than three years and swiftly became one of the landmark members of the armada.
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Acting Maniac
Monster the Vamelfaer
Sells all the Shubi
Name: Kaleo Tourn
Aliases: The Mute; The Cursed Child
Title(s):
Role: Soon to be Circle of Sanctity Converter
Moral Alignment: Neutral Evil
Affiliations: Circle of Sanctity
Hometown: Abaddon
Relationships: TBD
Race: Daemon
Subrace: Lycanthrope
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance: Kaleo is of average height and weight and toned, but not particularly muscular. His hair is dark brown and relatively short, but long enough to have small braids hidden throughout his locks. He has expressive brown eyes and an attractive face, and usually has two streaks of red paint across the bridge of his nose. At least, most people think it's paint.
Equipment:
Mirage - An elegant, steel dagger with a button on the end that releases black smoke. For weak-minded beings, this smoke can cause them to see things that aren't actually there. For others, it will simply act as a smokescreen.
Combat Prowess: A master with Mirage, but refuses to use any other weapons. He seems to have a strange attachment to it. He is proficient at hand-to-hand combat, and has greater strength than his appearance would suggest, thanks to his werewolf blood. Mind-altering magic generally does not effect him.
Spells/Powers:
- Wolf transformation; turns into a lean, brown-furred wolf with gold eyes
- Knowing people's greatest fears just by looking at them for a while
- Upon physical contact, Kaleo can cause people to fall into a state of intense fear. If the person does not have a particularly strong will or resistance to mind-altering magic, they will begin to see their greatest fear manifest in front of them. (ie: if it's spiders, spiders would be crawling all over their body. If it's the death of a loved one, they'll see them die before their eyes.) Sometimes this can lead the victim to take their own life. If the person does have a strong will or resistance to mind-altering magic, they will still feel the effects of fear, though may not actually see anything. If someone is already afraid when Kaleo touches them, the effects are much stronger, and the visions much more vivid.
Weaknesses: Kaleo is obviously limited in the weapons he can use. Not to mention, he's incredibly mentally unstable, which technically could be either an advantage or disadvantage depending on the fight. Also can't talk, so if he gets in a situation where he needs help... He's screwed.
Personality: Kaleo has a strong morbid curiosity, as well as incredibly dark thoughts hidden behind his sweet face. Often mistaken for being weak or compliant, Kaleo is quite the opposite. He sees the beauty in things most people would find grotesque or disturbing, and he has a tendency to think in rhymes. In short, he's completely insane, but most people don't know it until they look in his eyes for a little too long.
Skills: Kaleo is a poet. Although, most people probably wouldn't find his poetry very... Attractive.
Bio/History: Kaleo was born and raised in the gutters, alone from the moment he could sustain himself. From birth, he never uttered a sound, leading his parents to think he was cursed. They got rid of him as soon as they could. Kaleo roamed the streets, barely surviving by using his powers to take from others. Rumors eventually spread about him; that those who came across him were driven insane or went missing altogether. Anyone who had heard of him did their best to keep their distance.
Other: He cray cray
Aliases: The Mute; The Cursed Child
Title(s):
Role: Soon to be Circle of Sanctity Converter
Moral Alignment: Neutral Evil
Affiliations: Circle of Sanctity
Hometown: Abaddon
Relationships: TBD
Race: Daemon
Subrace: Lycanthrope
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance: Kaleo is of average height and weight and toned, but not particularly muscular. His hair is dark brown and relatively short, but long enough to have small braids hidden throughout his locks. He has expressive brown eyes and an attractive face, and usually has two streaks of red paint across the bridge of his nose. At least, most people think it's paint.
Equipment:
Mirage - An elegant, steel dagger with a button on the end that releases black smoke. For weak-minded beings, this smoke can cause them to see things that aren't actually there. For others, it will simply act as a smokescreen.
Combat Prowess: A master with Mirage, but refuses to use any other weapons. He seems to have a strange attachment to it. He is proficient at hand-to-hand combat, and has greater strength than his appearance would suggest, thanks to his werewolf blood. Mind-altering magic generally does not effect him.
Spells/Powers:
- Wolf transformation; turns into a lean, brown-furred wolf with gold eyes
- Knowing people's greatest fears just by looking at them for a while
- Upon physical contact, Kaleo can cause people to fall into a state of intense fear. If the person does not have a particularly strong will or resistance to mind-altering magic, they will begin to see their greatest fear manifest in front of them. (ie: if it's spiders, spiders would be crawling all over their body. If it's the death of a loved one, they'll see them die before their eyes.) Sometimes this can lead the victim to take their own life. If the person does have a strong will or resistance to mind-altering magic, they will still feel the effects of fear, though may not actually see anything. If someone is already afraid when Kaleo touches them, the effects are much stronger, and the visions much more vivid.
Weaknesses: Kaleo is obviously limited in the weapons he can use. Not to mention, he's incredibly mentally unstable, which technically could be either an advantage or disadvantage depending on the fight. Also can't talk, so if he gets in a situation where he needs help... He's screwed.
Personality: Kaleo has a strong morbid curiosity, as well as incredibly dark thoughts hidden behind his sweet face. Often mistaken for being weak or compliant, Kaleo is quite the opposite. He sees the beauty in things most people would find grotesque or disturbing, and he has a tendency to think in rhymes. In short, he's completely insane, but most people don't know it until they look in his eyes for a little too long.
Skills: Kaleo is a poet. Although, most people probably wouldn't find his poetry very... Attractive.
Bio/History: Kaleo was born and raised in the gutters, alone from the moment he could sustain himself. From birth, he never uttered a sound, leading his parents to think he was cursed. They got rid of him as soon as they could. Kaleo roamed the streets, barely surviving by using his powers to take from others. Rumors eventually spread about him; that those who came across him were driven insane or went missing altogether. Anyone who had heard of him did their best to keep their distance.
Other: He cray cray
Revelree
Heartbreaker
~Nemo~
An Odd
Name:
Lucifer
Aliases:
Satan, Lucy, Many Names
Title(s):
Lucifer
Role:
God
Moral Alignment:
Chaotic Evil
Relationships:
TBA
Race:
God
Age:
His age is truly unknown.
Gender:
Male
Sexual Orientation:
He doesn't necessarily have a label for whatever he is.
Appearance:
His Ultimate Form
He stands at 6'5 with long white hair and ebony wings covered in black and gold armour. His wings lost their feathery lock, replaced by being more bat-like in nature. He also has two other forms he uses.
When he first fell to the earth below, slowly over the centuries, he had lost all save two wings which harden to show the change in Lucifer.
A form he regularly uses, one of his favorites.
Equipment:
Cerebus: A three-bladed sycthe that never breaks or dulls. It is capable of creating a shield around Lucifer.
Chrysanthemum: A long-bow that shoots arrows of black fire.
Crow: A broadsword made from his shadow.
Combat Prowess: He is excellent at hand to hand combat and swordmanship. At full power, he can be quite montrous
Spells/Powers:
Pyromancy: He has the ability to expel black fire from his hands and mouth.
Demonic Arts: Using incantations, he can cast spells and summon creatures to do his bidding.
Necromancy: He carries the ability to awaken the dead.
Soul-Consuming: For the longest time, he consumed the souls of others to survive.
Shadow Manipulation: He can travel and hide among the shadows.
Weaknesses: He is blinded by power.
Personality:
Ill-minded. Slick. Sly. He is a man that offers silver words from a golden tongue and can charm and woo his way as he sees fit. He is void of many emotions, not caring if he set the world aflame all because he wanted to. He enjoys make his victims suffer slowly before they die by his hands, making their lives fall apart in the process, looking down on their miserable faces as he ends them. He revels in fear and is not afraid to ripping off someone's head if they dare show defiance to him.
Skills:
Talented Murderer and Chaos-Bringer
Bio/History:
Will remain a mystery for now.
Lucifer
Aliases:
Satan, Lucy, Many Names
Title(s):
Lucifer
Role:
God
Moral Alignment:
Chaotic Evil
Relationships:
TBA
Race:
God
Age:
His age is truly unknown.
Gender:
Male
Sexual Orientation:
He doesn't necessarily have a label for whatever he is.
Appearance:
His Ultimate Form
He stands at 6'5 with long white hair and ebony wings covered in black and gold armour. His wings lost their feathery lock, replaced by being more bat-like in nature. He also has two other forms he uses.
Equipment:
Cerebus: A three-bladed sycthe that never breaks or dulls. It is capable of creating a shield around Lucifer.
Chrysanthemum: A long-bow that shoots arrows of black fire.
Crow: A broadsword made from his shadow.
Combat Prowess: He is excellent at hand to hand combat and swordmanship. At full power, he can be quite montrous
Spells/Powers:
Pyromancy: He has the ability to expel black fire from his hands and mouth.
Demonic Arts: Using incantations, he can cast spells and summon creatures to do his bidding.
Necromancy: He carries the ability to awaken the dead.
Soul-Consuming: For the longest time, he consumed the souls of others to survive.
Shadow Manipulation: He can travel and hide among the shadows.
Weaknesses: He is blinded by power.
Personality:
Ill-minded. Slick. Sly. He is a man that offers silver words from a golden tongue and can charm and woo his way as he sees fit. He is void of many emotions, not caring if he set the world aflame all because he wanted to. He enjoys make his victims suffer slowly before they die by his hands, making their lives fall apart in the process, looking down on their miserable faces as he ends them. He revels in fear and is not afraid to ripping off someone's head if they dare show defiance to him.
Skills:
Talented Murderer and Chaos-Bringer
Bio/History:
Will remain a mystery for now.
JessieJames
Dream as if you were dying.
Name: Admiral Blake “Black Rain” Martell
Aliases: Admiral, Martell, Sir, Black Rain, rarely Blake
Title(s): Admiral of The New Eden Fleet
Role: Hardass to his lessers, Father to his daughter and protector of order.
Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Affiliations: New Eden Navy
Hometown: New Eden
Relationships: Mireia Martell (daughter)
Race: Human
Age: 49 years
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance: The Admiral is a man that many look up to partially due to his status but also due to his grand height of 6’2”. He maybe getting up there in age but he isn’t showing it really due to his active lifestyle. His overall weight is around 185 lbs. His once dark black hair has turned white due to years in the sun and his age. His blue eyes tend to be cold and knifing to all but his beloved child.
Equipment: His equipment is extensive. Over his long years while striving he picked up how to use swords, guns and all equipment in his fleet. As a man of action he can perform every task that any specialized sailor can do if not just as well. His personal equipment consist of a saber called “Lady”. He keeps this blade at his side at all times. Even when he goes to sleep it is tucked under his pillow against the headboard. He refuses to wear armor.
Combat Prowess: His nickname came from his combat prowess. He is quite the strategist and is relentless. Though many wouldn’t guess it he does realize that there are always new things for him to learn about. This realization keeps him able to learn new things from the incoming officers.
Spells/Powers: He has no known powers at the moment.
Weaknesses: He claims that inactivity is his worst enemy and hates being sick or locked up. He has the same limitations as any human.
Personality: He is very active and seemingly always on the move no matter what. He has a deep love for his daughter that he considers a weakness that is worth any pain it causes him. The Admiral is considered a very harsh man among his men but they respect him deeply. They have seen him be a man of action going as far as dragging wounded from the waters and taking of the enemy face to face. His wife is a sore topic, it always ends sourly for anyone who bring her up thoughtlessly or otherwise. He claims he will never love another as he did her. Only his daughter knowns this thought though.
Bio/History: Blake Martell was born to rather wealthy parents. His father before him was a successful general in the navy before it was much of a navy. He demanded the best from his one and only son. This often led to the boy being treated harshly by his father. His mother often comforted him but died when he was young. To escape the pain he dove into his studies at the Naval Academy. In little time he was at the top of his class. By the time he graduated at the age of 16 he was not only an Officer but a Lieutenant.
His talents were quickly noticed by the Admiral James S. Connor, who took the man out of his position and began grooming him to be his successor. While under the Admiral’s care he quickly learned it was better to be silent and to observe all around him. Any one could be an enemy. Six years with at the man’s side would see to Blake becoming one of the most respected men in the Navy. He was introduced to Annabella Connor the daughter of the Admiral. They fell in love and were married a year later. In which his wife was with child. Who came to be known as Mireia Martell. His wife passed in childbirth. The beloved father of his wife passed four years later. The two men had grown even closer after Annabella’s passing. Admiral Connor’s wife had little to do with the family.
His daughter being the light in his life he aimed to spoil her and give her everything she could possibly want. He even went as far as getting her a perfect match to a man. Martell knows nothing about the disagreements the married couple had. Upon returning to the estate one day he found out that his daughter had been taken. His actions would have surprised everyone who knew him but any father would have understood. He slayed the coward of a man his daughter had been married to. Now he seeks a means of getting his beloved child back no matter the cost to himself.
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Arbiter of light and dark.
Name: Cenarius
Aliases: Child of Nature.
Titles: Prince of the green crown.
Moral Alignment: Neutral good
Affiliations: N/A
Hometown: Oblitus
Relationships:
Women of the Black and white robes took care of him.
The white man tells him stuff. Though it's the same stuff over and over again.
Race: Daemon
Subrace: Human
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Appearance: A cream colored child a decent build being around 5’4 and 150 lbs his right arm is made of wood and can be fashioned in any way he wants he has two horns extending from his forehead like branches, his eyes are mixture of spring green and ocean blue, wearing light armor made from the hide of a dire wolf as well as a purple cape that has roots decorating it.
Personality: Is rather polite and open minded to all that he meets if he meets people, he is rather naive and believes things if someone tells him, though he is not above a snide or smartass comment if he feels something will go wrong with a plan or certain actions, he is also very curious and will often go off to see inspect what he finds interesting.
Combat Prowess: Has lived in the forests all his life and has developed many ways to defend himself from predators by shapeshifting or using his Druid powers to pacify his opposition. He tries not to kill but is also not above it if he feels he needs to defend himself.
Spells/Powers:
Has a powerful and intimate relation with nature and is able to ask it for anything he requires. he is able to talk to the trees, plants, animals, and sometimes the wind, Shapeshift into many different useful and powerful animals in order to achieve something, Create beds of thrones from the ground, can heal wounds with natural energy from the ground, and can change his right arm into a sharp weapon that can parry steel, and can even focus bolts of natural energy from his right hand. Though when he gets angry or stressed his true power is revealed to all.
Weakness: His Naivety can get him into trouble, Whenever he uses his true power he usually passes out, is pretty sensitive and can get his feelings hurt easily.
Skills: Can tell the weather, is really resourceful, can play the flute, rarely gets lost.
Bio/History:
Cenarius was born in the forest of Oblitus to a Daemon and a Human parent, though he never knew his parents since he was abandoned by them for unknown reasons, the child would have died there and then, if fate didn’t have other plans or something else did. The infant was taken by an unseen figure a woman dressed in black and white took the child to a cavern of pure green light were a glowing orb laid on a bed of flowers the female started to fashion the orb into a neckless. As soon as the babe came in touch with the orb, primal and pure energies filled the infant's body making him closer to nature than possibly any other being.
After so many years growing up with the woman of black and white, Cenarius became a happy young teenager who wanted nothing more than to live his life with his guardian despite her being a mute he can always listen to the white man in his neckless although he says the same thing over and over again… But as of late she has disappeared and the winds have suddenly started to change feeling cold and foreboding as if an Omen of things to come.
Aliases: Child of Nature.
Titles: Prince of the green crown.
Moral Alignment: Neutral good
Affiliations: N/A
Hometown: Oblitus
Relationships:
Women of the Black and white robes took care of him.
The white man tells him stuff. Though it's the same stuff over and over again.
Race: Daemon
Subrace: Human
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Appearance: A cream colored child a decent build being around 5’4 and 150 lbs his right arm is made of wood and can be fashioned in any way he wants he has two horns extending from his forehead like branches, his eyes are mixture of spring green and ocean blue, wearing light armor made from the hide of a dire wolf as well as a purple cape that has roots decorating it.
Personality: Is rather polite and open minded to all that he meets if he meets people, he is rather naive and believes things if someone tells him, though he is not above a snide or smartass comment if he feels something will go wrong with a plan or certain actions, he is also very curious and will often go off to see inspect what he finds interesting.
Combat Prowess: Has lived in the forests all his life and has developed many ways to defend himself from predators by shapeshifting or using his Druid powers to pacify his opposition. He tries not to kill but is also not above it if he feels he needs to defend himself.
Spells/Powers:
Has a powerful and intimate relation with nature and is able to ask it for anything he requires. he is able to talk to the trees, plants, animals, and sometimes the wind, Shapeshift into many different useful and powerful animals in order to achieve something, Create beds of thrones from the ground, can heal wounds with natural energy from the ground, and can change his right arm into a sharp weapon that can parry steel, and can even focus bolts of natural energy from his right hand. Though when he gets angry or stressed his true power is revealed to all.
Weakness: His Naivety can get him into trouble, Whenever he uses his true power he usually passes out, is pretty sensitive and can get his feelings hurt easily.
Skills: Can tell the weather, is really resourceful, can play the flute, rarely gets lost.
Bio/History:
Cenarius was born in the forest of Oblitus to a Daemon and a Human parent, though he never knew his parents since he was abandoned by them for unknown reasons, the child would have died there and then, if fate didn’t have other plans or something else did. The infant was taken by an unseen figure a woman dressed in black and white took the child to a cavern of pure green light were a glowing orb laid on a bed of flowers the female started to fashion the orb into a neckless. As soon as the babe came in touch with the orb, primal and pure energies filled the infant's body making him closer to nature than possibly any other being.
After so many years growing up with the woman of black and white, Cenarius became a happy young teenager who wanted nothing more than to live his life with his guardian despite her being a mute he can always listen to the white man in his neckless although he says the same thing over and over again… But as of late she has disappeared and the winds have suddenly started to change feeling cold and foreboding as if an Omen of things to come.
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Dream as if you were dying.
Name: Igneous Droth
Alises: As for nicknames he is often called Iggy is a name his wonderful wife calls him. Anyone else might end up dead.
Age: Thinks it’s of little importance
Sex: Male
Race: Fae
Subrace: Fire Fairy
Appearance: He has short black hair with a well trimmed beard. His eyes are possibly the most notable thing about his overall appearance. They looked like they eyes of some great beast. Golden irises edged in fiery red and black corneas. He dresses in a sleeveless shirt with jeans and a sleeveless long coat with a hood he pulls up over his head most of the time. His body is decorated in tattoos from neck to his hips on both his back and his chest.
Bio
Is still in the wip stages) No one really knows where the male came from not even he does. Not that he really cares. He has always been distant from the factions of the fairy world despite feeling closer to the moon faction.Personality: Igneous has seen many things change about the mortal world.Throughout the years he has found himself on the rather unique side of things, or at least that is how he sees it. After all good is a matter of opinion and nothing more.
He often criticizes the Seelie Fae for being so prudish and all about things being proper. He sees the world as something to be taken in and devoured slowly. Some part of him enjoys the differences between himself and them. While another part of him can’t stand letting humans control so much territory. It is a never ending fascination.
As for daemons, he has a certain level of respect for. They accept the darker sides of nature. After all not everything can be a garden of Eden. Not even the great garden that was the well of life for them all could hide the fact that the lion needed to eat the lamb sometimes. Chaos was just a spoke in the spinning wheel that spun the strings of fate.
As for the humans, he is excited by the fear he smells from them. Those that don’t fear him confuse the male slightly. How can they not fear that which haunts the darkest shadows of their minds and reality?
shifters are even often welcomed when he goes hunting for the pleasure of taking life and devouring.. They speak a bit more to his nature as they don’t try to hide who they are. Many are simply hunters that seek to make it another day in this world that would just as soon turn them into the prey.
Likes: Watching people scream in terror then run away only to pass out or beg for their lives when they realize there is no escape from him.
Dislikes: Humans. Mostly at least. A few seem worth watching.. Weak beings. Cold water.
Equipment: He carries a set of daggers at the small of his back made from blackened steel that he can channel his fire magic into.
Powers/Magic: Igneous has many abilities but none stand out more than his ability to breath fire and work it into any weapon desired.With Fire being his element of choice he can cast any spell involving fire. Other talents the male has pertain to being simply who he is and his standing.. He can influence someone to be terrified by him.
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Name: Shiva and Morrigan Strange
Aliases: The dolls
Title(s):
Role: Fortune-tellers
Moral Alignment: Lawful Evil
Affiliations: None
Hometown: Abbadon
Relationships: Morrigan and Shiva are sisters
Race: Human and Human
Age:
Morrigan is 16
Shiva is 18
Gender: Female and Female
Appearance:
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Morrigan is 5'3", is of slim build and weighs a light 47 kg. She maintains long, black, uncut hair and dull blue eyes, seemingly empty of joy.
Shiva is 5'9", has a similar build to her sister and weighs 56kg. Shiva has long white hair, similar to her sister's and lifeless grey eyes that seem to show fear.
Equipment: nothing between them
Combat Prowess: None and none
Spells/Powers:
Morrigan has the ability to cause immense amounts of fatigue with a wave of her hand, usually causing people to sleep on the spot
Shiva has the ability to contort and control the humid air around her into tendrils of mist, which she can feel through by the power of touch, these may also be used to manipulate light objects around her. This can also be used to summon up a fog
Weaknesses: Neither are physically capable of combat. Morrigan cannot use her ability if her hands are restrained. Shiva is blind and has difficulty "seeing" in a fog
Personality:
Morrigan is apathetic to all but her sister, she seems to be the one in charge of the two and typically just ensures no harm comes to her blind sister through any means possible, she steals without caring and does what she can to ensure survival, she dislikes talking and usually tries to end conversations with a glare.
Shiva is silent and never travels without her sister, she seems to care about anything living, but fears to talk about it due to her sister's opposing views. Shiva frowns on thieving but loves her sister, and so, never confronts Morrigan. Shiva always speaks the truth, unless it would cause pain for Morrigan. She dislikes crowds
Skills: Morrigan knows how to barter efficiently and has spent much time in a variety of market places
Bio/History: Morrigan and Shiva have been on their own practically their entires lives. Their parents left them once Morrigan was 12 (Shiva was 14) they struggled initially, Shiva usually babbling about random things, her eyes constantly watching around her in fear of what could happen, constantly fearing for their lives while Morrigan managed to keep a calm, collected mind and worked on surviving, only the presence of her sister granting her sanity, while Morrigan tried her best to attain food, drink and clothing for the both of them, this lasted until she told Morrigan about a power that she had begn developing, the control of mist. And while this seemed impractical to most, Morrigan thought about ways it could come out useful. She came up with the idea of performing parlour tricks for high-paying nobles. This went on for a while until one day, Shiva accidentally knocked over a rather precious vase, "Sister!?" The nobleman flew into a fit of rage, paid them and told them to leave, but soon after their departure, he hired an assasin to murder the duo, uncaring of their age and simply wanting revenge on the two, what he wanted was their death. The assasin tracked them down and struck Shiva down with a Blunt blow to the back of the head, hoping to knock the two unconcious and tell them to leave the city, not wanting to have the murder of two children on his conscience, but Morrigan reacted and sent him straight into sleep, the panic of the moment revealing her latent power. She tied him up and called the militia, who then took him away. The nobleman was arrested for attempted murder. Morrigan, initially content that they had made it out with their lives, discovered that her sister was blind once she had begun screaming upon her awakening, she yelled and cried and thrashed at it all until her voice was so hoarse she simply couldn't talk. Morrigan continued making a living for the two of them as Shiva recovered, having become disgusted at all living beings for not helping them at all after what had happened to Shiva, she simply blamed everyone, while Shiva eventually recovered mentally and blamed noone, simply wishing what had happened to her, happened to noone else and worked on honing her abilities until she could travel through the sense of touch.
Aliases: The dolls
Title(s):
Role: Fortune-tellers
Moral Alignment: Lawful Evil
Affiliations: None
Hometown: Abbadon
Relationships: Morrigan and Shiva are sisters
Race: Human and Human
Age:
Morrigan is 16
Shiva is 18
Gender: Female and Female
Appearance:
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Morrigan is 5'3", is of slim build and weighs a light 47 kg. She maintains long, black, uncut hair and dull blue eyes, seemingly empty of joy.
Shiva is 5'9", has a similar build to her sister and weighs 56kg. Shiva has long white hair, similar to her sister's and lifeless grey eyes that seem to show fear.
Equipment: nothing between them
Combat Prowess: None and none
Spells/Powers:
Morrigan has the ability to cause immense amounts of fatigue with a wave of her hand, usually causing people to sleep on the spot
Shiva has the ability to contort and control the humid air around her into tendrils of mist, which she can feel through by the power of touch, these may also be used to manipulate light objects around her. This can also be used to summon up a fog
Weaknesses: Neither are physically capable of combat. Morrigan cannot use her ability if her hands are restrained. Shiva is blind and has difficulty "seeing" in a fog
Personality:
Morrigan is apathetic to all but her sister, she seems to be the one in charge of the two and typically just ensures no harm comes to her blind sister through any means possible, she steals without caring and does what she can to ensure survival, she dislikes talking and usually tries to end conversations with a glare.
Shiva is silent and never travels without her sister, she seems to care about anything living, but fears to talk about it due to her sister's opposing views. Shiva frowns on thieving but loves her sister, and so, never confronts Morrigan. Shiva always speaks the truth, unless it would cause pain for Morrigan. She dislikes crowds
Skills: Morrigan knows how to barter efficiently and has spent much time in a variety of market places
Bio/History: Morrigan and Shiva have been on their own practically their entires lives. Their parents left them once Morrigan was 12 (Shiva was 14) they struggled initially, Shiva usually babbling about random things, her eyes constantly watching around her in fear of what could happen, constantly fearing for their lives while Morrigan managed to keep a calm, collected mind and worked on surviving, only the presence of her sister granting her sanity, while Morrigan tried her best to attain food, drink and clothing for the both of them, this lasted until she told Morrigan about a power that she had begn developing, the control of mist. And while this seemed impractical to most, Morrigan thought about ways it could come out useful. She came up with the idea of performing parlour tricks for high-paying nobles. This went on for a while until one day, Shiva accidentally knocked over a rather precious vase, "Sister!?" The nobleman flew into a fit of rage, paid them and told them to leave, but soon after their departure, he hired an assasin to murder the duo, uncaring of their age and simply wanting revenge on the two, what he wanted was their death. The assasin tracked them down and struck Shiva down with a Blunt blow to the back of the head, hoping to knock the two unconcious and tell them to leave the city, not wanting to have the murder of two children on his conscience, but Morrigan reacted and sent him straight into sleep, the panic of the moment revealing her latent power. She tied him up and called the militia, who then took him away. The nobleman was arrested for attempted murder. Morrigan, initially content that they had made it out with their lives, discovered that her sister was blind once she had begun screaming upon her awakening, she yelled and cried and thrashed at it all until her voice was so hoarse she simply couldn't talk. Morrigan continued making a living for the two of them as Shiva recovered, having become disgusted at all living beings for not helping them at all after what had happened to Shiva, she simply blamed everyone, while Shiva eventually recovered mentally and blamed noone, simply wishing what had happened to her, happened to noone else and worked on honing her abilities until she could travel through the sense of touch.
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