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Name: Priscilla (pris-illa) Shaw

Aliases: Shay, Scilly (silly), Scilla, Risk, ms. Shaw

Title: The Alchemist

Role: Poison-master's apprentice (was commoner

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Affiliations: The Underground Society (only recently)

Hometown: Abbadon (now in New Eden)

Relationships: Both parents alive in Abbadon

Race: Human

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Appearance:
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Priscilla is around 5 feet, 4 inches tall, weighs about 57 kilograms and is of a slight build, has short, scarlet-red hair, round, deep-blue eyes and typically wears travel-worn clothes, she doesn't tend to stick around in one spot all too much, most of the clothes have since turned grey as all the colour was drained out of it by resisting the elements.

Equipment: Priscilla brings a piece of chalk everywhere with her, a battle-worn sword passed down to her from prior generations along with her usual survival clothing

Combat Prowess: moderate training in mid-length weapon-fighting (swords, maces etc.), basic hand-to-hand, minor archery training

Spells/Powers: Alchemy/transmutation: Priscilla can transmute objects into other objects, she can only transmute one object at a time,(e.g. A huge hunk of iron into a sword or shield)
this can only be performed if two requirements are met:
A) she has a transmutation circle drawn
B) she has the required materials with her on the circle

Weaknesses: Refuses to ever use her ability on living, sentient beings, no matter what, the only possible exception is mind-control,
is fairly athletic for her age, but not exceedingly so (could out-strength another girl her age, but not an athletic male the same age)
Extreme fear of reptiles

Personality: Priscilla is a very cautious woman, constantly fearing for her own safety and putting her own life as top priority over anything else, usually quiet but will speak out if she considers the situation not life-threatening, has a fear of those in power and a fondness for those of around the same social standing as her. Despises being spoken down to, but is patient enough to hold her tongue

Priscilla has a deep fear of reptiles due to an event that happened while she was travelling to New Eden

Skills: Basic understanding of plants (medicinal herbs, poisons), knows minor medical training (knows to wrap something around a wound to try and prevent blood loss), is a somewhat experienced pickpocket, can read to a certain extent and has a good enough vocabulary

Bio/History: Priscilla has lived in relative poverty her entire life, never starving, but never with a full stomach either. She went to school for a few years before dropping out, thinking herself would be more useful to the family that way. She stole whatever she could from nearby pockets in the city of Abbadon where she lived the majority of her life before both her parents agreed to send her off to New Eden, hoping she would be able to attain a new life there while they continued surviving in Abbadon, deeming themselves too old to survive the trip. Priscilla was nearly eaten by an incredibly large lizard-like creature while travelling and hasn't been able to stand the creatures since. Priscilla just arrived in New Eden

Other: Priscilla has heard many tales and stories, sometimes believing them, allowing them to alter her perception of particular groups

 

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Name: Lucy Lovelace
Aliases: None

Title(s): Crestfallen, alcoholic
Role: Sword-for-hire

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Affiliations: Freelancer

Hometown: Abbadon

Relationships: None

Race: Angel
Age: 24

Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Appearance:

Lucy has mid-length pale-blonde hair, verging on white with grey eyes. 5'5" tall and weighs around 53kg, beneath her clothes, she sports a pair on deep, rusted red wings that are more commonly kept hidden and a rather muscular figure. Her clothes are made of a fine brown leather, worn with minor use along with a faintly blood-stained neck cloth along with strong leather boots held onto her via ties. Somewhat flat-chested and is most commonly found wearing more male-designed clothing due to her find jobs easier that way, all topped of with a crooked hat she has managed to maintain throughout her battles

Equipment: Light, leather clothing and a pair of swords, each with sheathes hidden by her jacket

Combat Prowess: An expert in swordsmanship and general close quarters combat, more experienced with light weaponry and is hopeless with ranged equipment

Spells/Powers: Lucy can wield her own blood as a weapon in a radius around her, the more blood she uses, the longer the range or the stronger the strength of whatever she is using it for. Mostly used by simply crashing it into enemies and using the force of it to attack

Weaknesses: Incapable of ranged combat, continued use of her abilities may result in fainting due to blood-loss. Has a distinct hatred for her past-self and history, lacks patience

Personality: Lucy is a bit of a moody woman, constantly in a state of sandness and pondering her past and typically just dampens the mood, only ever showing a glimpse of happiness in doing the things she likes, such as forgetting herself, increasing her wealth or viewing someone get hurt , unless of course she has drinken a large enough quantity of alcohol to have become drunk. Once successfully drunk, she is much chipper, flirtatious and tends to become much more interactive with those nearby. Lucy has no patience whatsoever, is sadistic and enjoys inflicting pain, or watching pain be inflicted. Has a thing for blood.

Skills: experienced drinker, experienced liar

Bio/History: Lucy started off as any other angel would, in a perfectly normal enviroment just living her life in some kind area found in a secluded area of Oblitus, her parents both angels that had left Abbadon to live a calm, relaxing life alone and away from danger. They had a child, like any other couple, she was named Lucy and had a wonderful set of bright white wings, but Lucy seemed.. Off. A few months after she had turned twelve, some of the farm animals seemed to go missing. Lucy explained there was some strange fox monstrosity stealing them, and they reluctantly accepted the explanation. A few years later, similar events seemed to occur, animals mysteriously disappeared with barely a trace.

This seemed to occur for a long, long time, roughly until Lucy was seventeen when they, as a couple, began questioning the matter much more seriously. Their daughter had started hiding her wings a long time ago and didn't seem keen on using them anymore compared to when she was a child. She said it was uncomfortable having them out, they disagreed, she said that it was weird to have them at all, they disagreed, she said that she was too tired to talk about it, but they disagreed.
After about a month of insistence on their part with their strange daughter, they told her to show them.
She said no, but they forced her to anyway.

What they saw disgusted them horrifically.
The originally wonderful, white wings their daughter had was now permanently stained a disgusting red, which they could only assume to be the hundreds of farm animals that had "disappeared" over the years.

The two did what they thought was best and, after searing the word "murderer" into their daughter's back, abandoned her to the wasteland with nothing at all, not even clothes and told her that if she were to return, they would kill her immediateky for her misdeeds.

So Lucy travelled, bare, through the plains until she found the great city of Abbadon. Was taken into custody, made fun of and harmed to the extreme for what seemed to be months on end by the gang that had managed to get their hands on her before she escaped, her life having been destroyed before her very eyes.
She was around 19 when she escaped, and has since managed to worm her way back into the living, doing what she could do to try and forget all that had happened by forcing herself through battle after battle and becoming a sword for hire, but before she realised it, she found herself enjoying the bloodshed once more, and so she hated herself for it.

She has since worked on until what she is now.

 

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Name: Kat Charter
Aliases: Kat
Title(s): None
Role: Gatherer of information (spy)

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Affiliations: Freelancer
Hometown: New Eden
Relationships: No relationship with father, very friendly with Mother

Race: Half-Daemon
Subrace: Partial succubus
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Appearance:
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Blonde hair and crimson-red eyes, she is 5'9" (6'0" with the heels) and weighs about 170 pounds (177 with the gold layers), commonly wears soft black clothing and wraps of gold, more for decor to grab her target's attention than anything else.

Equipment: Black cloth clothing, light and allows a small, partial amount of sight through the fabric

Combat Prowess: Rather experienced in aerial combat, commendable talent for kicking in ground combat

Spells/Powers: Gravity manipulation - can manipulate the gravity around her to lift herself off the ground, and possibly people or objects around her too, no exertion while mobilising just herself, minor exertion lifting just another person (light)

Has the perks of a succubus, can drain energy from other beings through intimate acts, although she doesn't benefit as much from it as a full succubus
Has prolonged life span, although not as much as a full daemon

Weaknesses: Has difficulty manipulating more than a few things at once, cannot lift large or heavy objects, attempting to lift herself and others at once causes immense exertion, her human mind sometimes detests her methods, and occasionally will have a tough time forcing herself to lower herself to do certain deeds. Isn't armoured much at all

Personality: Kat is seductive first and foremost, much like any other daemon, but due to her only partial heritage, her humanity occasionally rises up and forces her to question herself, she is serious when it comes down to business and considers herself an expert in her field, verging on cockiness on occasion. Charter is not above doing dirty work, but tries to avoid it if it can be helped

Skills: handy with a lockpick and is quite experienced at thieving too

Bio/History: Kat is the daughter of a human male and a succubus, the succubus, being a succubus, had left the male immediately afterwards, not exactly caring all to much for the pregnancy until the time came for the little girl to be born, The man never knew his daughter, and so, she never knew him. Kat spent her life being brought up by her mother, being taught the ways of a succubus and how to generally live life in the side-streets, as such, her mother also taught her the tricks of blackmailing, they worked together for numerous years after that, until they decided to leave eachother's company on good terms due to jobs being easier done solo. Kat decided to follow the more dark task of manipulation, and continued the path of deception to the point she is now, gathering information she may need and tucking it away carefully, making a tidy sum and enjoying herself however she pleases, never really staying in a single place for long

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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Name: Carlin
Aliases: The shadow
Role: Shadow manifestation of Lila, raging spirit

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Affiliations: None
Hometown: Abbadon
Relationships: Created by Lila

Race: creation of shadows
Subrace: ancient spirit
Age: ??? years old
Gender: genderless (he/his or it/that)
Sexual Orientation: none
Appearance:

Carlin is about 6'3" weighs about 97 lbs and is of a rather sturdy yet slender build. Beneath the hood, he lacks any form of hair, has pale white eyes and constantly wears his signature equipment of a red hood, gauntlets and a variety of straps, is completely made out of shadows

Equipment: A gleaming, sharp blade and gauntlets

Combat Prowess: incredibly proficient with a blade
Spells/Powers: Can teleport freely at night (to anywhere in vision)
Weaknesses: Unstable and incredibly weak during the day

Personality: Carlin is an incredibly aggressive manifestation of Lila's that dwells within her sword and is not afraid to speak aggressively in his tongue of whispers. He seems to despise what the world has become in his absence and holds an innate hatred for everything, but is held in check by the sword-wielder, Lila

Skills: None

Bio/History: The manifestation known as "Carlin" has dwelled within the sword as a slumbering spirit. The same weapon which is now wielded by Lila, incapable of revealing his form due to the lack of any sort of conduit. That was until his new holder showed up and gave him a way to appear through the use of her magical capabilities, willing or unwilling. The only restriction being that she still kept some level of control over it, being capable of restraining him. His past forgotten, and all that remains is rage.