All right first note is that the site won't let me send PMs, no idea why. But I got them. Sorry haven't been on for weeks due to reasons.
Anyway, I'll join but I'll note my posts might be delayed as I am busy IRL. Also I'll try dragging over Omega but the guy is being difficult and doesn't want to leave his hidey hole -_-
Character Sheet
Name: Omega (Formerly Lucius Dreigiau)
Age: mid 20’s (appearance)
Appearence
Antisocial and cold. Would be the best way to describe his personality. Because of his past he stopped trusting people. Omega will only deal with a person if he really has to, otherwise he will keep to himself. Prefers to be left alone as that is how he spent most of his life. Almost never takes of his robes and mask.
Omega’s magic would normally classified as: Death, Otherness, Law, Timespace and Fate. He also has a knack for blades, hand to hand combat and stealth. His repertoire also includes working with and repairing a variety of machines.
Due to what happened at the end of the previous RP he is an Archmaster of Otherness.
Until recently he had only general shadowfiend familiars. Now aside he has two additional more complex ones. The Fox - Kaena, and cat - Sanuta. Both of them have been with him in spirit form but now they gained bodies. They can use magic themselves but aside from materialization of their own bodies and other small magics, they need a separate supply of mana for bigger spells.
by Troll Girl
His main flaw is that he doesn’t trust people, making him highly incapable of working with a group. When forced to work with others, Omega will enforce his own principles to get the job done. Calculating yet impulsive at the same time, makes him make decisions that might harm people around him, but also himself.
Lucius grew up in a small house on the outskirts of town, already then was he considered a loner, preferring to keep to himself. Making him the outed and strange kid in the neighborhood. His parents were nice but poor people. Debts kept piling up and as one might imagine, collectors came to harvest their money in whatever way they imagined.
The child, at ten years old, got sold on the black market, his parents killed and ‘recycled’. This however didn’t matter to the boy, he was drugged in a way he couldn’t form coherent thoughts. The person who bought him was a mage. However she didn’t do it from the goodness of her heart. She sensed the child might be moldable, after modifications of course, into someone who would take after her. He’d become an assassin – a lead weaver – just as she was.
Mindwiping his memories and removing anything that could allow him to trace his origin was a start. He got a new name, Omega, which would be a curse and a blessing. The lessons that followed were harsh, brutal and hardly leaving the boy any time to even think.
First was the basic body training, how to hide, hand to hand combat, blade combat, knowledge of machinery. Anything that can be used by a modern day assassin. Next were magic lessons, it wasn’t classified, but it could be compared to shamanism, learning how to converse with spirits, kill people , sustain ones own abilities and magic effects. Stealth magic was also thought, but as it was detectable, magi-tech and non-magical machinery creation was also employed. Not to mention poison and anything else that could be used to kill another person.
Omega learned, as he knew no other way of life, his guardian and mentor the only person who he ever talked with, even then it was rarely. They more often ‘talked’ through their bodies, mannerisms and expressions than with words. The boy more often talked with the spirits and ‘shadows’ around him, through magic, because of this.
After five years of such training he was fiercely loyal to his mentor, not the order that she belonged to, but her alone. He was allowed to undertake missions, which he completed without much trouble. Some were harder some easier, but each time he got one, a person wound up dead the next day. This continued for years and would even today if not for the incident…
His mentor was betrayed during a mission, not by their order but by the employer she worked for at the time. Long story short she was mortally wounded, but managed to kill her opponents. This was the beginning of the end of a chapter in Omega’s life. The organization got raided, no one knew how, maybe there were traitors, or somehow they were infiltrated. That information is lost to this day. Every last person was killed then. Well everyone aside from Omega, who was on a mission at the time.
He didn’t know what to do, no way to communicate with anyone that, like he, might have survived. His mentor dead with no way to ever finding out why or who did this. All data wiped, machines destroyed, things burned down. Nothing was left.
That day Omega remembered something his master told him, if she were ever to die, he should do one thing, go to the coordinates she made him memorize and follow the instructions. What he found, were two things: his mentors robe and mask, however it was tailored to fit any body type, infused with her essence, as well as a set of instructions to hind one person, he’d help as it was her brother, an information broker and work contact. The note had one sentence handwritten in her blood, a custom she explained had to do with some of the things she believed in.
“I am the first Omega, now you are the second. I started walking this road once in solitude, but I was joined by you, as you will one day find one who will share our fate. More than just by blood, we have been and will be as one. May the shadows protect you my child. Omega… Child of the dragon.
A World of Progresssive Magic: An Arcane 2100s
After the issue with the Mars portal was resolved Omega decided that he should no longer affiliate with the realm of man. His will was changed his body warped and broken. He hid this even though his life was in danger. As a farewell he spent some time with his friends then left. Leaving only a message behind. Addressed to Ascot it was as follows: "In times of need call on what others wouldn't, Look into the void and ask for parley, Only one of the same mind shall call out to what is no longer in the world of man." If looked for no one would find him, leaving no clues to where he was.
Anyway, I'll join but I'll note my posts might be delayed as I am busy IRL. Also I'll try dragging over Omega but the guy is being difficult and doesn't want to leave his hidey hole -_-
Character Sheet
Name: Omega (Formerly Lucius Dreigiau)
Age: mid 20’s (appearance)
Appearence
Antisocial and cold. Would be the best way to describe his personality. Because of his past he stopped trusting people. Omega will only deal with a person if he really has to, otherwise he will keep to himself. Prefers to be left alone as that is how he spent most of his life. Almost never takes of his robes and mask.
Omega’s magic would normally classified as: Death, Otherness, Law, Timespace and Fate. He also has a knack for blades, hand to hand combat and stealth. His repertoire also includes working with and repairing a variety of machines.
Due to what happened at the end of the previous RP he is an Archmaster of Otherness.
Until recently he had only general shadowfiend familiars. Now aside he has two additional more complex ones. The Fox - Kaena, and cat - Sanuta. Both of them have been with him in spirit form but now they gained bodies. They can use magic themselves but aside from materialization of their own bodies and other small magics, they need a separate supply of mana for bigger spells.
by Troll Girl
His main flaw is that he doesn’t trust people, making him highly incapable of working with a group. When forced to work with others, Omega will enforce his own principles to get the job done. Calculating yet impulsive at the same time, makes him make decisions that might harm people around him, but also himself.
Lucius grew up in a small house on the outskirts of town, already then was he considered a loner, preferring to keep to himself. Making him the outed and strange kid in the neighborhood. His parents were nice but poor people. Debts kept piling up and as one might imagine, collectors came to harvest their money in whatever way they imagined.
The child, at ten years old, got sold on the black market, his parents killed and ‘recycled’. This however didn’t matter to the boy, he was drugged in a way he couldn’t form coherent thoughts. The person who bought him was a mage. However she didn’t do it from the goodness of her heart. She sensed the child might be moldable, after modifications of course, into someone who would take after her. He’d become an assassin – a lead weaver – just as she was.
Mindwiping his memories and removing anything that could allow him to trace his origin was a start. He got a new name, Omega, which would be a curse and a blessing. The lessons that followed were harsh, brutal and hardly leaving the boy any time to even think.
First was the basic body training, how to hide, hand to hand combat, blade combat, knowledge of machinery. Anything that can be used by a modern day assassin. Next were magic lessons, it wasn’t classified, but it could be compared to shamanism, learning how to converse with spirits, kill people , sustain ones own abilities and magic effects. Stealth magic was also thought, but as it was detectable, magi-tech and non-magical machinery creation was also employed. Not to mention poison and anything else that could be used to kill another person.
Omega learned, as he knew no other way of life, his guardian and mentor the only person who he ever talked with, even then it was rarely. They more often ‘talked’ through their bodies, mannerisms and expressions than with words. The boy more often talked with the spirits and ‘shadows’ around him, through magic, because of this.
After five years of such training he was fiercely loyal to his mentor, not the order that she belonged to, but her alone. He was allowed to undertake missions, which he completed without much trouble. Some were harder some easier, but each time he got one, a person wound up dead the next day. This continued for years and would even today if not for the incident…
His mentor was betrayed during a mission, not by their order but by the employer she worked for at the time. Long story short she was mortally wounded, but managed to kill her opponents. This was the beginning of the end of a chapter in Omega’s life. The organization got raided, no one knew how, maybe there were traitors, or somehow they were infiltrated. That information is lost to this day. Every last person was killed then. Well everyone aside from Omega, who was on a mission at the time.
He didn’t know what to do, no way to communicate with anyone that, like he, might have survived. His mentor dead with no way to ever finding out why or who did this. All data wiped, machines destroyed, things burned down. Nothing was left.
That day Omega remembered something his master told him, if she were ever to die, he should do one thing, go to the coordinates she made him memorize and follow the instructions. What he found, were two things: his mentors robe and mask, however it was tailored to fit any body type, infused with her essence, as well as a set of instructions to hind one person, he’d help as it was her brother, an information broker and work contact. The note had one sentence handwritten in her blood, a custom she explained had to do with some of the things she believed in.
“I am the first Omega, now you are the second. I started walking this road once in solitude, but I was joined by you, as you will one day find one who will share our fate. More than just by blood, we have been and will be as one. May the shadows protect you my child. Omega… Child of the dragon.
A World of Progresssive Magic: An Arcane 2100s
After the issue with the Mars portal was resolved Omega decided that he should no longer affiliate with the realm of man. His will was changed his body warped and broken. He hid this even though his life was in danger. As a farewell he spent some time with his friends then left. Leaving only a message behind. Addressed to Ascot it was as follows: "In times of need call on what others wouldn't, Look into the void and ask for parley, Only one of the same mind shall call out to what is no longer in the world of man." If looked for no one would find him, leaving no clues to where he was.
