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Name: Tokarin Aleheart
Nicknames: Toki, Rin, Rinrin, Tictoc,
Age: 17
Race: Angel
Type: Pure Clairvoyant
Appearance: Tokarin is a short and fragile-looking girl but she's tougher than she seems, both physically and mentally. Her eyes are the colour of a clear winter sky and her hair is a pale shade of ash blonde that runs in smoothly down to the base of her back. Her clothes usually consist of some delicate and airy fabrics in light colours, though she will dress appropriately for any occasion, not shying away from exposing skin (sometimes too carelessly) or putting a tracksuit on. Her signature are her camera, an arsenal of cute trinkets to dangle off her bag or belt and a variety of braids in her hair.
Tokarin's wings seem too big for her size, making her look even smaller than she actually is. They have a brilliant shade of white, each feather glistening in the sun as if it held a little rainbow inside. She usually wears them relaxed on her back, where the end feathers touch the ground and drag across it like a feathery mantle. Despite that carelessness, she will get annoyed or offended if anyone would step on them, even if it’s accidental.
Social Status: While well-liked, Tokarin still hasn’t done anything to make her name heard by most people. She has many casual acquaintances, especially homeless people.
Relations: She’s on good terms with everyone she meets and will always assume the best in people until proven wrong. Friendships to be negotiated.
General Activity: Documenting all the current affairs in Loom and the surrounding area, trying to understand and help people from all sorts of backgrounds and trying to remember her past lives in her spare time.
Abilities: As a Clairvoyant angel, Tokarin is capable of foreseeing the future. Her skills are strong and well-developed, but short-sighted. She is capable of perdicting upcoming events at will, her foresight capturing details of what would happen up to five minutes ahead of the current moment. Due to this ability she’s usually capable of avoid danger by figuring out what actions would lead to nasty results and thus choose the most favourable ones.
While her visions are always correct, they have some very important limitations. She is unable to see more than five minutes ahead of time, and cannot predict events in the distant future. Furthermore, while glancing in the future she loses sight of the current events, thus rendering her helpless for the few seconds it takes her to find the right course of action. What’s more, her foresight only captures a snapshot of the future which can easily change due to a variety of reasons. Last but not least, the more details she wants to see, the more concentration and time Tokarin needs, thus making the predictions hazier the more she'd distracted by anything happening around her.
On the up-side, her clairvoyance is never completely absent from her life, often manifesting as a passive intuition or premonition even when she's not actively looking.
Equipment: Camera, a satchel full of books and food and a tazer.
Personality: Tokarin is an easy-going girl who might initially strike some people as too innocent or naïve. Growing up within a small community, she has been fairly sheltered before coming to the Surface, and has a romantic view of the world, thinking that there is good in every person and some are just very good at hiding it. A bit of an idealist, Tokarin will do everything she can to help people uncover that inner good or accept it.
Her second foremost trait is her curiosity – one she wears openly on her face and that's obvious to all whom she sets eyes on. Tokarin is eager to get to know most anyone and doesn't easily judge. This set of qualities lead many people to like her instantly, while others have the completely opposite reaction.
Biography: Tokarin grew up in a small community of angels who had fled Judas' madness by settling in Heaven. Still a baby at the time, she didn't know anything about the Surface except what she was told growing up and what she saw through the broken clouds beneath her feet. Her “parents” were a paranoid and suspicious couple so everything she heard about the world underneath was about how scary it and all its inhabitants are.
As the girl grew, she started questioning her community's opinion, spending more and more time looking down through the clouds. That was her first little rebellion, sparked by the fact that Heaven was a terribly boring and almost desolate place. The more she saw, the more curious she grew and one moonless night six months ago she got her chance to sneak away, never looking back.
She settled into one of the shelters in Loom and spent the next month exploring the city and its inhabitants. She came across many different people, some more dangerous than others, but always came out unharmed. Slowly she started gathering knowledge of this world and people's drives, desires and identities, and some of those she adopted as her own. She started dressing less modestly and became acquainted with more words and practices than she'd known back in Heaven. She made a few friends and a few enemies and eventually managed to find a part-time job as a freelance photographer.
Name: Andri Yrjan
Nicknames: Churchill (said as a teasing compliment), Rasputin (due to an unfortunate debate he once had with some friends), Afro (he lost the hair but the nickname stuck) and Lovebird. He hates them all.
Age: 22
Race: Until recently he was human, now he’s in the process of becoming a demon.
Appearance:
Andri is slim but not tall, fit but not build - all round, he’s pretty average. What stands out about him are his handsome face and his posture. There’s an easy grace to the way he walks and the way he sits. It conveys a calm confidence and inspires respect in most anyone who sees him. Perhaps that’s what draws people to him even when he’s not explicitly trying to stand out.
His eyes are a deep brown, almost black, as is his hair, but he’s noticed that both have been changing recently. A dark crimson is weaving its way into his irises and he seems to be getting lighter streaks in his hair. So far the changes are subtle but they seem to be progressive and show no signs of stopping...
Social Status: Due to his quick thinking and strategic mind, Andri has often been the (reluctant) leader in group operations in the Academy. He’s not the heart of any party but he’s reliable and generally well-liked and respected by his peers.
Relations:
Kanna: His girlfriend. They’ve been together for a few years now and they’re almost always together in the Academy’s halls. On missions, however, they prefer to work separately. Kanna is serious, reliable and beautiful. She’s also skilled as a Musician, although not at the top of the chart.
Mary Anne: The social worker who’s been helping Andri adapt ever since he left the orphanage. At nearly 70 the woman is now retired and suffers from poor health. Andri still keeps in touch with her on a regular basis. She still lives in Oslo and she’s still the closest person to his heart.
Nick, Fatima, Nikola and Travis: Musicians like himself, they’re among his best friends at the Academy and his usual team when serious missions need executing. They specialise in hostage situations and direct confrontation.
Kou: A younger Musician at 15 who seems to admire Andri and consider him his mentor. Andri is both flattered and annoyed at the fact but tries to always be nice and patient with the boy.
Hazumi: Their relationship is mostly official but Andri has had private meetings with her on a few occasions.
General Activity: Do his job as a Wielder; keep Mary Anne and Kanna safe.
Abilities: Andri has few abilities aside from those that come with his fragment. Aside from being excellent at doing his own laundry, cooking and managing his time, he’s devoted some time and effort in studying the martial art Systema as a way to supplement his fighting style. He’s far from being a master at it but the years of practice have made him quite capable.
Equipment: Andri chooses his equipment depending on the specific needs for the mission but most often it consists of clothes that allow fast and agile movement, a gun and a pair of enchanted handcuffs capable of keeping most creatures docile.
Instrument:
Kineri
Andri’s instrument is called Kineri but nobody is sure what exactly it looks like since it’s been years since anyone saw it. Technically, it belongs to the woodwind family but unfortunately for him, Andri has failed to display a gift when it comes to music and the five years he’s spent studying at Master Melody’s has done very little to change that. He can play a few tunes on a recorder but that’s about it. Failing nearly every musical classic should have meant that he can't really make a career as a Musician, and twenty years ago he wouldn't have been able to. Since the attack on Master Melody's, however, a new branch was created and children who have little talent for music but a strong one for combat still get a chance to become part of the elite peacekeeping force.
The Instrument has largely merged with Andri as it was implanted in his body to enhance its effects. Kineri’s physical manifestation is thus very different, and very subtle. Usually it’s only visible from up-close as rows of shallow grooves made of silver that run parallel along his neck, arms and legs. As the air flows around his body and passes through the exposed grooves, it emits a specific noise. Sometimes it’s simply a low hum akin to a white noise while other times it can resemble a wind’s whistle or the call of a bird - the latter being quite an unsettling phenomenon for some who presume it’s the screaming voice of Ashley herself.
When necessary, the metallic furrows can elongate and sharpen to the point of becoming rows of sharp blades protruding from his skin. The are extremely durable as they are part of his very body and essence and can’t be broken or ripped out unless his very flesh follows. This shape that he refers to simply as “kin”, is a modification he uses very rarely. While working as a team he typically doesn’t need to resort to it and if he does, the damage dealt is very likely to be fatal - an undesired outcome in most cases.
Fragment abilities:
Kineri is more of an armour than a weapon. It shrouds Andri and the area around him in a force field that repels most projectiles and severely slows down melee attacks. For an attacker it feels like they're struggling against a strong gust of wind that only grows stronger the closer they get to the Wielder’s physical body. The inner one meter radius is an invisible armour that reacts to the outside world according to Andri’s will, while the spread and effectiveness of the outer circles depend on the assailant's own strength and the energy Andri’s pouring into the shield. With enough, a whole area of maximum ten meters can be covered, affecting everyone within. It slows down the movement of friend and foe alike but allows Andri himself to move unobstructed. He's working on allowing his teammates the same luxury but so far he hadn't been able to.
To many, the effects of Kineri appear like air magic, or one connected to gravity and few outside of the Academy have been able to recognize it for what it is. The differences are very subtle as both types of magic affect essence as well as the physical world.
Kineri is capable of dealing damage as well, although not as easily as preventing it. With a sudden, concentrated and directed activation of the shield, Kineri can create a outlash blast to slam into an opponent, knocking them off balance or tripping them.
On the up side, it works at a range. On the down side, it’s merely as strong as a good human punch and can only cause blunt force trauma. In addition, its most effective when using the element of surprise, thus making it a one-shot for most fights.
Fragment personality: The most prominent part of his instrument is a guardian angel called Ashley. She can talk to him and she sometimes makes herself seen when he closes his eyes. That’s all Andri’s ever revealed to his peers but his teachers might know more.
Personality: Will show IC.
Biography:
Andri was born in Norway but he has no idea where exactly or to whom. Orphaned from birth, his first memories are of people whom he assumes to have been foster parents - a long string of caring women and nice men, none of which particularly memorable. Some were human and some weren’t; some had other children but still a few hugs to spare. Andri was never maltreated but he never felt truly loved either.
As he grew older, he started wondering why so many people took turns to foster him. Trying to think of a reason why that could be, he developed the dangerous habit of staying up late and trying to overhear private conversations that weren’t meant for a child’s ears. He heard a lot of things he shouldn’t have, the most notable of which being a gentle verbal caress between two demons: “we’re getting better at this, one day we’ll be ready to adopt our own child”.
Realising that he was merely a training dummy for those people, Andri decided that that’s the ultimate answer to his question. His mind got caught in a vicious cycle of blaming the parents or blaming himself, making him skittish and unrily. The doubt, blame and hurt he felt changed his attitude completely and as early as eleven he started withdrawing and growing more and more distant. His smiles were replaced by long, calculating stares and his desire to please was snuffed out and replaced with selfish worry about his own well-being. The staff at the shelter were puzzled but as Andri wasn’t showing any serious signs of depression and lacked any violent outbursts, they attributed the change in personality to him growing up.
Eventually though, Andri stopped caring for foster parents altogether. When the staff tried to pressure him into going to yet another stranger’s house, he finally lashed out and things got physical. One of the caretakers suffered a large gash on her arm while another got a black eye.
A lesson was learned by all that day. The caretakers left the boy alone while he himself went back to acting calm and simmering quietly beneath the surface. He lived in the orphanage and forced himself to cause no further trouble as long as he was left alone. However, the detached gaze that could pin a man to a wall at a moment’s notice became a worry to some of the older children and problems were soon to follow. After some very unpleasant incidents, Andri asked to leave and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when he was allowed to do so.
At fourteen he was given a small studio in Oslo and assigned a personal social worker - an elderly woman called Mary Anne. She was supposed to live with him but she quickly realised that wouldn’t get them anywhere and left him on his own, moving instead to a flat a few blocks down. This independence seemed to calm the boy down and even though his relationship with Mary Anne was rocky to start with, they ultimately became very close. She understood the boy perfectly and knew how to help him adapt to living on his own without becoming overbearing.
When he came of age to join Master Melody’s, Andri got an interview with the patron and the principle and became a Musician in training. One of Hazumi’s conditions to his admission was that he should live on campus and even though he was reluctant at first, he ended up agreeing. The past five years have served to smooth his edges somewhat and developed his ability to work in a team. Recently he’s even been tasked with being team-leader in drills and official missions and has proven his worth as a versatile fighter, be it on the frontline or as backup.
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Name: Thomas Finch
Alias: Lazarus, The Resurrection Mage, The Herald
Age: Apparent: 28 Actual: 255
Race: Human
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Social Status: Lazarus is one of the most powerful and experienced Necromancers in the world to date; as a result he is not always scene in the best light due to the stigma that comes with death magic. After his time as the Herald of Sathanus the Academy and most other major players are incredibly distrustful of the Resurrection mage and as such he has gone from recluse to pariah in the span of the last twenty years.
Relations: Lazarus has few relations beyond those who come to visit him in Finch’s Loft. Mary’s disappearance left him without an apprentice until Evelyn arrived on his front porch demanding to be taught. Although Iris is his daughter Lazarus very rarely sees his daughter and her partner Ian but they are probably on the best of terms of all those who interact with Lazarus.
General Activity: Lazarus practices a variety of martial arts and combat styles, the arts, and academia, in addition to honing his magical expertise. Any time he is not exploring archaeologically or magically significant sights he can be found in his home working on a number of projects. Of late Lazarus has taken to intensively training his new apprentice who lives in Finch’s Loft with him.
Abilities: Before Lazarus' death he was a professor of archaeology with focuses in Egypt, Europe, The Aztec, and Japan. This was all made possible by the fact that Lazarus is a certifiable genius. Lazarus is also naturally gifted in the use of magic however when the Gate came down his powers increased by an order of magnitude.
Necromancy- Lazarus is arguably the world's most powerful Necromancer. Lazarus deals in the Essence left over when someone has died, or been killed; specializing in collecting and re-purposing essence. Lazarus is also quite adept at using dead corpses to fight for him. With the disappearance of the Essence of the World and the lack of Essence passing into the Void Lazarus has become an incredibly adapt Spirit mage capable of creating a variety of ephemeral undead.
Necromancy: With the last twenty years and his time as the Herald Lazarus powers as a Necromancer have grown in orders of magnitude.
Create Revenant: When Lazarus knows he is going to need heavier hitting undead he can prepare a form of combatant he calls a Revenant. Revenants are the bones of dead individuals which Lazarus has enhanced through Alchemy and outfitted with weapons and armor. These can range in form from Skeletons armed with swords and shields wearing plate armor to a swat team of Skeletons wearing Tactical Vests wielding sub machine guns. Lazarus has become increasingly adept at resuscitating and converting fallen enemy combatants as Revenants as their essence departs slower allowing him the time he needs to convert their corpse and gear into a seal for his controlling essence.
Create Walker- Lazarus has a knack for bringing corpses surging back from the dead to fight alongside him. As they are animated by his magic they are nigh unstoppable and require dismemberment before they are rendered dead yet again.
Void Bolt- Lazarus weaves necrotic death energies into a bolt of energy that he hurls at his enemies. Upon contact the bolt immediately begins to cause advanced decay in whatever it strikes causing break down on the cellular level in living organisms
Entropy Shield: Lazarus uses the essence of decay to shield him from attacks. Swords rust away, bullets lose kinetic energy and fall apart. Unprotected living creatures begin to rot and lose cohesion. (rumor has it Lazarus once stopped a building from falling on him with this). The shield discriminates between things that would do Lazarus harm and things that will not. Use of the Entropy shield for protracted amounts of time requires a source of essence however with the presence of dead essence being more prevalent it is much easier to maintain.
Hangman’s noose- Lazarus uses essence to “string up his enemies” constricting their throats and pulling them up off the ground. Effectively hanging them.
Vampire’s Bite- Lazarus elongates his canines and increases the bite force and structural integrity of his jaw. His bite also contains a potent neurotoxin which he generates by restructuring his blood.
Evocation- Lazarus is capable of a frightening repertoire of flashy fast and deadly magic ranging through the majority of the elements as well as encompassing the startling ability to use his own will to effect the physical world directly by infusing it with essence.
Soulfire: Every good Warlock can throw a fireball and this is Lazarus’ version of it. Lazarus causes oxygen to solidify so that he can use it as the fuel for an essence infused fire which clings to the recipient of this spell. The spell can be applied through the use of Enforce Will to move the solid oxygen, physically flinging the solid oxygen or through touching the target.
Enforce will: This spell gives Lazarus the equivalent of telekinesis within his sight range at the level of several thousand times Lazarus physical strength.
Void sphere: Lazarus moves all matter from around a subject and suspends the forces of gravity within the sphere trapping his victim. You can imagine the results.
Abjuration- Lazarus has a solid repertoire of defensive spells and healing spells but he has yet to focus his efforts in expanding this particular field of magic. The most notable exception to this is Lazarus ability to resurrect the dead. After being fused with the essence of The Herald and the current state of the world Lazarus is capable of finding and replacing souls within a few weeks of an individual's death assuming the soul hasn’t been damaged prior.
Divination- One of Lazarus most unnerving abilities has developed as he has worked with magic over the last two centuries. Lazarus has the ability to innately read surface thoughts of those around him, while he cannot actually read thoughts this ability acts like a sixth sense when it comes to others intention towards him much like reading someone's body language. With effort Lazarus is also capable of viewing and hearing distant events and places
Precognition: When Lazarus ramps his sixth sense it gives the impression of Lazarus being able to tell the future. Typically Lazarus only does this when he is in the throes of combat magic where he is directly manipulating massive amounts of essence. Lazarus actively reads body language, thoughts and movements. This allows him to predict and react to attacks as they are made against him giving him the ability to block attacks he can’t see coming, fight in total darkness and even dodge bullets as he knows where the shooter is going to fire.
Illusion- Lazarus is only moderately skilled at illusions and Veils as his interests in Necromancy and Alchemy have caused him to neglect this particular form of magic
Alchemy- Second only to his fascination with Necromancy Lazarus is a potent practitioner of Transmutation which has led many (falsely) to believe that he has created some sort of Philosophers stone in order to extend his life. Lazarus is capable of transmuting most naturally occurring substances into other substances via the rearrangement their atomic structure. Lazarus is also capable of enhancing the properties of materials beyond what the would normally be able to do (making wood as hard as steel, making stone as soft as clay, etc..). Finally Lazarus is also capable of limited transformations to his own form, however he is strictly limited to his one physical form preventing him from assuming the form of another individual or creatures.
Lazarus has a dirty dozen set of abilities when it comes to Alchemy:
Solid Air: Lazarus forces air to condense to an almost solid form. His favorite use of this is for blocking bullets.
Thick Skinned: Lazarus thickens and hardens his skin to the point that he can shrug off blunt force and sharp force trauma.
More than Human: Lazarus can manipulate his own muscle mass and bone structure to give himself enhanced speed, strength and stamina. This allows Lazarus to move with enhanced speed, lift massive weights and fight for hours.
Specter’s Assault- Lazarus has an incredibly unique ability stemming from his Necromancy. When he is wielding Dracul, Dracul stores several copies of Lazarus’ consciousness given physical form via Essence. These copies can manifest themselves as physical entities momentarily. The copies occupy the same space as Lazarus and mirror all of his movements however Lazarus has a rather ingenious use for them. The other copies are used for combatting multiple opponents simultaneously or a single opponent more aggressively. The specters can’t move more than about a foot from Lazarus. The Specters are also leashed to Lazarus’ will and he can vary their movements and attacks at will, up to a few seconds after Lazarus moves. This allows for him to launch simultaneous or successive attacks with variation in each of the attacks. This also allows him to simultaneously defend against multiple attackers.
Equipment:
Dracul- Lazarus created Dracul (The Dragon) by forging essence imbued electrum with steel which allows Lazarus to store Essence in Dracul as a sort of battery for his more potent magic. Dracul can also steal essence from anyone struck by it (Lazarus achieved this by weaving demon essence into the blade taking their ability to consume essence and repurposing it for his own uses). Additionally Dracul is far tougher than any known metal due to the fact that Lazarus wove the essence of thousands of diamonds into over the course of the last two hundred years it making it unearthly hard. Lazarus rarely uses Dracul now but when he was using it Lazarus stored a truly monolithic amount of essence in it.
Anduriel- The Onyx Mask; one of Lazarus many artifacts the Onyx Mask houses a Shadow Demon which gives Lazarus the ability to take on the form of a shadow, give shadows substance and to manipulate them. It also makes Lazarus ephemeral making it incredibly hard to hit him in combat.
Rings- Lazarus wears two rings on each hand which he has augmented to store kinetic energy. This energy can be released in order to cause Lazarus to be able to punch through solid stone and metal...or someone's head.
Finch's Loft- A sprawling castle in County Kerry Ireland Lazarus used his inheritance from his family to purchase he has turned it into a sanctuary for him to study magic and his other pursuits.
The Black Journals- All of the Necromancy and magical research Lazarus has done over the years are contained in the black journals. They are a chronicle of Lazarus’s descent into the darkness on his quest to return Kathleen from the dead. They are the most complete how to manual for Necromancy the world has ever seen. They are currently complete with an incomplete thesis on Necromancy in the current state of the world.
Personality: Quirky is the easiest way to describe Lazarus as he is prone to fits of brilliance that cause him to be all consumed by his work. When Lazarus isn't suffering from one of his manic bursts he has the personality of a pleasant college professor.
Lazarus has a fascination with history and archaeology and anything related to magic in mythology which means it is easy for him to tangentialize in conversations. Lazarus does not treat anyone differently based on their race or status.
Lazarus also has a vicious cold side he reserves for his enemies or anyone foolish enough to cross him while he is on a manic high. Lazarus’ hard and cold side allows him to defend himself and those he loves (Which are few and far between), the problem with this state of mind is that it is also is when Lazarus is at his most brilliant in terms of magic. This state is usually brought on by using Dracul and tapping into the well of souls stored in it.
Biography:
Prior to his initial death Dr. Thomas Finch was a professor of Archeology at Trinity College in Ireland as his genius had allowed him to complete three doctorates and landed him a job as a tenured professor at Trinity. During this time Finch was obsessed with mythology and magic in ancient cultures due to his minor abilities as a practitioner. When the Gate fell Finch finally came into his own as a Warlock.
Finch focused much of his time on mastering the art of Necromancy as many of the cultures he studied had focus on death, life and the mastery of the two. While exploring a site in Greece Finch discovered the first half of the information he needed to resurrect himself after his death and a year later he discovered the second half of the information on a dig in Egypt. When he finally returned from a two year sabbatical to Trinity he discovered one of his students had been murdered by a demon. In a rage he tracked the demon down and confronted it. The demon tore Thomas Finch limb from limb. After consuming Thomas’ corpse the Demon assumed it had gotten away with it’s murder but four days later Dr. Finch returned with a horde of walking corpse and tore the demon apart. After the battle Thomas Finch was dead but Lazarus had been born that day. Lazarus resigned his position at Trinity to continue his study of magic in the peace of his newly acquired home Finch’s Loft.
While exploring the ruins of Loom Lazarus discovered the girl Mary among the ruins. The girl reminded him of the student he had lost and he immediately took her in vowing to protect her as he saw Mary as a chance at redemption for his past failure. After discovering Mary appeared to be carrying some sort of other presence within her and that she was incapable of magic he started teaching her fencing and the arts in place of magic.
The student that was killed by the demon went by the name of Kathleen O’heir. A striking beauty with fiery red hair and a laugh that caught Lazarus’ heart. After Kathleen was out of Lazarus’ class the two were briefly engaged and then married in the Ring of Kerry. The three years Lazarus had with Kathleen were the best of his life. When he left Trinity to go on his sabbatical he left Kathleen to finish her studying at Trinity. Lazarus promised Kathleen that when he returned they would travel the world and be together. Lazarus had just inherited his family's fortune and he no longer needed his position at Trinity. When Kathleen was killed Lazarus went into a blind rage which led to the events of him receiving his name. After Kathleen’s death Lazarus’ study of magic has been focused on Necromancy and Alchemy for one reason. Lazarus want’s his wife back.
After a missive from the Academy of Loom Lazarus moved himself and Mary to the Academy where he worked as a professor for the next decade or so where he was reunited with his daughter Iris and took a new student named Ian who fell in love with his daughter. After several missions into the Easter Jungles of Hell the Children of Sathanus finally called in their debt and took Lazarus to become the Herald of Sathanus. Lazarus spent a year as the Herald and in the time committed several atrocities in the name of Sathanus.
A team consisting of Ian, Hazumi and a group of the academy's musicians were finally able to put an end to the Herald’s rampage. The Essence of the World was able to separate Lazarus essence from that of the Lord of Hell’s essence and the other Children’s essence which had been used to create the Chimeric Herald. Upon Lazarus return to the world he resigned at the academy shortly after Hazumi’s disappearance. Returning to Finch’s loft Lazarus sunk into depression over the loss of his lover: Hazumi. Lazarus has recently spent much of his time on research, and training of his new apprentice.
Alias: Lazarus, The Resurrection Mage, The Herald
Age: Apparent: 28 Actual: 255
Race: Human
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Social Status: Lazarus is one of the most powerful and experienced Necromancers in the world to date; as a result he is not always scene in the best light due to the stigma that comes with death magic. After his time as the Herald of Sathanus the Academy and most other major players are incredibly distrustful of the Resurrection mage and as such he has gone from recluse to pariah in the span of the last twenty years.
Relations: Lazarus has few relations beyond those who come to visit him in Finch’s Loft. Mary’s disappearance left him without an apprentice until Evelyn arrived on his front porch demanding to be taught. Although Iris is his daughter Lazarus very rarely sees his daughter and her partner Ian but they are probably on the best of terms of all those who interact with Lazarus.
General Activity: Lazarus practices a variety of martial arts and combat styles, the arts, and academia, in addition to honing his magical expertise. Any time he is not exploring archaeologically or magically significant sights he can be found in his home working on a number of projects. Of late Lazarus has taken to intensively training his new apprentice who lives in Finch’s Loft with him.
Abilities: Before Lazarus' death he was a professor of archaeology with focuses in Egypt, Europe, The Aztec, and Japan. This was all made possible by the fact that Lazarus is a certifiable genius. Lazarus is also naturally gifted in the use of magic however when the Gate came down his powers increased by an order of magnitude.
Necromancy- Lazarus is arguably the world's most powerful Necromancer. Lazarus deals in the Essence left over when someone has died, or been killed; specializing in collecting and re-purposing essence. Lazarus is also quite adept at using dead corpses to fight for him. With the disappearance of the Essence of the World and the lack of Essence passing into the Void Lazarus has become an incredibly adapt Spirit mage capable of creating a variety of ephemeral undead.
Necromancy: With the last twenty years and his time as the Herald Lazarus powers as a Necromancer have grown in orders of magnitude.
Create Revenant: When Lazarus knows he is going to need heavier hitting undead he can prepare a form of combatant he calls a Revenant. Revenants are the bones of dead individuals which Lazarus has enhanced through Alchemy and outfitted with weapons and armor. These can range in form from Skeletons armed with swords and shields wearing plate armor to a swat team of Skeletons wearing Tactical Vests wielding sub machine guns. Lazarus has become increasingly adept at resuscitating and converting fallen enemy combatants as Revenants as their essence departs slower allowing him the time he needs to convert their corpse and gear into a seal for his controlling essence.
Create Walker- Lazarus has a knack for bringing corpses surging back from the dead to fight alongside him. As they are animated by his magic they are nigh unstoppable and require dismemberment before they are rendered dead yet again.
Void Bolt- Lazarus weaves necrotic death energies into a bolt of energy that he hurls at his enemies. Upon contact the bolt immediately begins to cause advanced decay in whatever it strikes causing break down on the cellular level in living organisms
Entropy Shield: Lazarus uses the essence of decay to shield him from attacks. Swords rust away, bullets lose kinetic energy and fall apart. Unprotected living creatures begin to rot and lose cohesion. (rumor has it Lazarus once stopped a building from falling on him with this). The shield discriminates between things that would do Lazarus harm and things that will not. Use of the Entropy shield for protracted amounts of time requires a source of essence however with the presence of dead essence being more prevalent it is much easier to maintain.
Hangman’s noose- Lazarus uses essence to “string up his enemies” constricting their throats and pulling them up off the ground. Effectively hanging them.
Vampire’s Bite- Lazarus elongates his canines and increases the bite force and structural integrity of his jaw. His bite also contains a potent neurotoxin which he generates by restructuring his blood.
Evocation- Lazarus is capable of a frightening repertoire of flashy fast and deadly magic ranging through the majority of the elements as well as encompassing the startling ability to use his own will to effect the physical world directly by infusing it with essence.
Soulfire: Every good Warlock can throw a fireball and this is Lazarus’ version of it. Lazarus causes oxygen to solidify so that he can use it as the fuel for an essence infused fire which clings to the recipient of this spell. The spell can be applied through the use of Enforce Will to move the solid oxygen, physically flinging the solid oxygen or through touching the target.
Enforce will: This spell gives Lazarus the equivalent of telekinesis within his sight range at the level of several thousand times Lazarus physical strength.
Void sphere: Lazarus moves all matter from around a subject and suspends the forces of gravity within the sphere trapping his victim. You can imagine the results.
Abjuration- Lazarus has a solid repertoire of defensive spells and healing spells but he has yet to focus his efforts in expanding this particular field of magic. The most notable exception to this is Lazarus ability to resurrect the dead. After being fused with the essence of The Herald and the current state of the world Lazarus is capable of finding and replacing souls within a few weeks of an individual's death assuming the soul hasn’t been damaged prior.
Divination- One of Lazarus most unnerving abilities has developed as he has worked with magic over the last two centuries. Lazarus has the ability to innately read surface thoughts of those around him, while he cannot actually read thoughts this ability acts like a sixth sense when it comes to others intention towards him much like reading someone's body language. With effort Lazarus is also capable of viewing and hearing distant events and places
Precognition: When Lazarus ramps his sixth sense it gives the impression of Lazarus being able to tell the future. Typically Lazarus only does this when he is in the throes of combat magic where he is directly manipulating massive amounts of essence. Lazarus actively reads body language, thoughts and movements. This allows him to predict and react to attacks as they are made against him giving him the ability to block attacks he can’t see coming, fight in total darkness and even dodge bullets as he knows where the shooter is going to fire.
Illusion- Lazarus is only moderately skilled at illusions and Veils as his interests in Necromancy and Alchemy have caused him to neglect this particular form of magic
Alchemy- Second only to his fascination with Necromancy Lazarus is a potent practitioner of Transmutation which has led many (falsely) to believe that he has created some sort of Philosophers stone in order to extend his life. Lazarus is capable of transmuting most naturally occurring substances into other substances via the rearrangement their atomic structure. Lazarus is also capable of enhancing the properties of materials beyond what the would normally be able to do (making wood as hard as steel, making stone as soft as clay, etc..). Finally Lazarus is also capable of limited transformations to his own form, however he is strictly limited to his one physical form preventing him from assuming the form of another individual or creatures.
Lazarus has a dirty dozen set of abilities when it comes to Alchemy:
Solid Air: Lazarus forces air to condense to an almost solid form. His favorite use of this is for blocking bullets.
Thick Skinned: Lazarus thickens and hardens his skin to the point that he can shrug off blunt force and sharp force trauma.
More than Human: Lazarus can manipulate his own muscle mass and bone structure to give himself enhanced speed, strength and stamina. This allows Lazarus to move with enhanced speed, lift massive weights and fight for hours.
Specter’s Assault- Lazarus has an incredibly unique ability stemming from his Necromancy. When he is wielding Dracul, Dracul stores several copies of Lazarus’ consciousness given physical form via Essence. These copies can manifest themselves as physical entities momentarily. The copies occupy the same space as Lazarus and mirror all of his movements however Lazarus has a rather ingenious use for them. The other copies are used for combatting multiple opponents simultaneously or a single opponent more aggressively. The specters can’t move more than about a foot from Lazarus. The Specters are also leashed to Lazarus’ will and he can vary their movements and attacks at will, up to a few seconds after Lazarus moves. This allows for him to launch simultaneous or successive attacks with variation in each of the attacks. This also allows him to simultaneously defend against multiple attackers.
Equipment:
Dracul- Lazarus created Dracul (The Dragon) by forging essence imbued electrum with steel which allows Lazarus to store Essence in Dracul as a sort of battery for his more potent magic. Dracul can also steal essence from anyone struck by it (Lazarus achieved this by weaving demon essence into the blade taking their ability to consume essence and repurposing it for his own uses). Additionally Dracul is far tougher than any known metal due to the fact that Lazarus wove the essence of thousands of diamonds into over the course of the last two hundred years it making it unearthly hard. Lazarus rarely uses Dracul now but when he was using it Lazarus stored a truly monolithic amount of essence in it.
Anduriel- The Onyx Mask; one of Lazarus many artifacts the Onyx Mask houses a Shadow Demon which gives Lazarus the ability to take on the form of a shadow, give shadows substance and to manipulate them. It also makes Lazarus ephemeral making it incredibly hard to hit him in combat.
Rings- Lazarus wears two rings on each hand which he has augmented to store kinetic energy. This energy can be released in order to cause Lazarus to be able to punch through solid stone and metal...or someone's head.
Finch's Loft- A sprawling castle in County Kerry Ireland Lazarus used his inheritance from his family to purchase he has turned it into a sanctuary for him to study magic and his other pursuits.
The Black Journals- All of the Necromancy and magical research Lazarus has done over the years are contained in the black journals. They are a chronicle of Lazarus’s descent into the darkness on his quest to return Kathleen from the dead. They are the most complete how to manual for Necromancy the world has ever seen. They are currently complete with an incomplete thesis on Necromancy in the current state of the world.
Personality: Quirky is the easiest way to describe Lazarus as he is prone to fits of brilliance that cause him to be all consumed by his work. When Lazarus isn't suffering from one of his manic bursts he has the personality of a pleasant college professor.
Lazarus has a fascination with history and archaeology and anything related to magic in mythology which means it is easy for him to tangentialize in conversations. Lazarus does not treat anyone differently based on their race or status.
Lazarus also has a vicious cold side he reserves for his enemies or anyone foolish enough to cross him while he is on a manic high. Lazarus’ hard and cold side allows him to defend himself and those he loves (Which are few and far between), the problem with this state of mind is that it is also is when Lazarus is at his most brilliant in terms of magic. This state is usually brought on by using Dracul and tapping into the well of souls stored in it.
Biography:
Prior to his initial death Dr. Thomas Finch was a professor of Archeology at Trinity College in Ireland as his genius had allowed him to complete three doctorates and landed him a job as a tenured professor at Trinity. During this time Finch was obsessed with mythology and magic in ancient cultures due to his minor abilities as a practitioner. When the Gate fell Finch finally came into his own as a Warlock.
Finch focused much of his time on mastering the art of Necromancy as many of the cultures he studied had focus on death, life and the mastery of the two. While exploring a site in Greece Finch discovered the first half of the information he needed to resurrect himself after his death and a year later he discovered the second half of the information on a dig in Egypt. When he finally returned from a two year sabbatical to Trinity he discovered one of his students had been murdered by a demon. In a rage he tracked the demon down and confronted it. The demon tore Thomas Finch limb from limb. After consuming Thomas’ corpse the Demon assumed it had gotten away with it’s murder but four days later Dr. Finch returned with a horde of walking corpse and tore the demon apart. After the battle Thomas Finch was dead but Lazarus had been born that day. Lazarus resigned his position at Trinity to continue his study of magic in the peace of his newly acquired home Finch’s Loft.
While exploring the ruins of Loom Lazarus discovered the girl Mary among the ruins. The girl reminded him of the student he had lost and he immediately took her in vowing to protect her as he saw Mary as a chance at redemption for his past failure. After discovering Mary appeared to be carrying some sort of other presence within her and that she was incapable of magic he started teaching her fencing and the arts in place of magic.
The student that was killed by the demon went by the name of Kathleen O’heir. A striking beauty with fiery red hair and a laugh that caught Lazarus’ heart. After Kathleen was out of Lazarus’ class the two were briefly engaged and then married in the Ring of Kerry. The three years Lazarus had with Kathleen were the best of his life. When he left Trinity to go on his sabbatical he left Kathleen to finish her studying at Trinity. Lazarus promised Kathleen that when he returned they would travel the world and be together. Lazarus had just inherited his family's fortune and he no longer needed his position at Trinity. When Kathleen was killed Lazarus went into a blind rage which led to the events of him receiving his name. After Kathleen’s death Lazarus’ study of magic has been focused on Necromancy and Alchemy for one reason. Lazarus want’s his wife back.
After a missive from the Academy of Loom Lazarus moved himself and Mary to the Academy where he worked as a professor for the next decade or so where he was reunited with his daughter Iris and took a new student named Ian who fell in love with his daughter. After several missions into the Easter Jungles of Hell the Children of Sathanus finally called in their debt and took Lazarus to become the Herald of Sathanus. Lazarus spent a year as the Herald and in the time committed several atrocities in the name of Sathanus.
A team consisting of Ian, Hazumi and a group of the academy's musicians were finally able to put an end to the Herald’s rampage. The Essence of the World was able to separate Lazarus essence from that of the Lord of Hell’s essence and the other Children’s essence which had been used to create the Chimeric Herald. Upon Lazarus return to the world he resigned at the academy shortly after Hazumi’s disappearance. Returning to Finch’s loft Lazarus sunk into depression over the loss of his lover: Hazumi. Lazarus has recently spent much of his time on research, and training of his new apprentice.
Angels can be divided into two categories, one near extinct and one the entirety of all angels but like, two.
Original, or Arch, Angels: These were Angels who were born in Heaven before the Great War, and have never died. They're immortal in the Elven sense, meaning they can die but age will never claim them. They possess and often use, quite effectively and powerfully, all of the classes abilities. Their abilities with them are often more archaic but more powerful than the Surface Angels abilities. For example, with Battle Angels abilities, they can heal instantly and quickly any non fatal wounds they have, but their skin doesn't automatically close against wounds, they have to consciously do it. There are currently only two known ones left. Lucien (the one killing the Council Members), and Ariane (the Last Council member who is currently in hiding.)
Surface Angels: The new and current Angels. They aren't immortal, merely long lived. When they die their Essence is reborn into another Surface Angel. This means, with practice, effort, and time, they can remember past lives. Not all at once, of course (they'd die or go batshit insane), and rarely all the way back to their Original Angel life.
They are divided into classes and represent the entire population of Angels.
There are three types of them.
Pure: Angels who are reborn from the Essences other Angels. Their wings are pure white.
Grey: Angels who are reborn from those few human essences that get changed into Angelic Essences. Their wings are grey.
Dark: Angels who were infested by the Council with the perfected Demonic Parasite, so as to better control them and the entire population. Their wings are black.
The Council: The last surviving Archangels (aside from Lucien and perhaps a few others) who lead the Angels after the Fall of Heaven until 2014 (Where Lucien started killing all of them).
Original, or Arch, Angels: These were Angels who were born in Heaven before the Great War, and have never died. They're immortal in the Elven sense, meaning they can die but age will never claim them. They possess and often use, quite effectively and powerfully, all of the classes abilities. Their abilities with them are often more archaic but more powerful than the Surface Angels abilities. For example, with Battle Angels abilities, they can heal instantly and quickly any non fatal wounds they have, but their skin doesn't automatically close against wounds, they have to consciously do it. There are currently only two known ones left. Lucien (the one killing the Council Members), and Ariane (the Last Council member who is currently in hiding.)
Surface Angels: The new and current Angels. They aren't immortal, merely long lived. When they die their Essence is reborn into another Surface Angel. This means, with practice, effort, and time, they can remember past lives. Not all at once, of course (they'd die or go batshit insane), and rarely all the way back to their Original Angel life.
They are divided into classes and represent the entire population of Angels.
There are three types of them.
Pure: Angels who are reborn from the Essences other Angels. Their wings are pure white.
Grey: Angels who are reborn from those few human essences that get changed into Angelic Essences. Their wings are grey.
Dark: Angels who were infested by the Council with the perfected Demonic Parasite, so as to better control them and the entire population. Their wings are black.
The Council: The last surviving Archangels (aside from Lucien and perhaps a few others) who lead the Angels after the Fall of Heaven until 2014 (Where Lucien started killing all of them).
She is the last Gatekeeper. Essentially a Demi-God. She's trying to keep the balance but people won't play nice and now Hazumi is gone and the balance is all fucked again and so she has to go find Hazumi and kill the things responsible.
She has an army of followers (Demons, Angels, Humans, Chimeras, anyone who wants to preserve peace and balance) who adhere to her ideals, known as the 'Keepers of the Balance.' They are helping the Wielders keep the fragile peace and guard Hell's Gate.
She has an army of followers (Demons, Angels, Humans, Chimeras, anyone who wants to preserve peace and balance) who adhere to her ideals, known as the 'Keepers of the Balance.' They are helping the Wielders keep the fragile peace and guard Hell's Gate.
Judas is the mad human who seized untold power, killed Melody and destroyed Hell's gate, wielding her Gatekeeper harp and powers to establish an empire and eradicate any Demons and Angels (especially Angels) they found. This also extended to any humans foolish enough to oppose him, but for the most part he left the human race alone, if under his rule. His rule ended a little over 200 years ago.
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Name: Lucien
Alias/Nickname: The Fallen Hunter, Kinslayer, Deathbringer.
Age: Apparent: 22 Actual: He was alive before the First Great War.
Race: Original Angel.
Appearance: Face:
Armor(helmet long gone):
His wingspan is 17 feet long, and his wings are pure black.
Social Status: Renegade. Pretty much everyone wants him dead.
Relations:
He's only on good terms with two people:
Hazumi: Essence of the world, the essence of his daughter reborn before becoming the Essence of the world. Missing.
Azel: Demon that Lucien had to live with for about a week. They bonded, Lucien didn't kill him, it was a good time.
Everyone else wants to kill him.
General Activity: Search for the remaining member of the Angelic Council, and kill her. Kill any Demons he finds along the way as well, along with anything that tries to stop him. Find Hazumi.
Abilities: As an Original Angel, Lucien possessed more than one power. However, due to the Demonic Virus inside of him, he’s limited to a very powerful, but also Archaic, form of Battle Angel. He has complete and utter control of his body, able to turn anything, even a drop of blood, into a weapon, and heal himself in a matter of minutes or seconds, depending on the severity of wound. Provided that the wound isn’t instantly fatal and he’s conscious enough to do so. Also, he can’t grow new limbs.
He is physically capable of matching a Demon Lord of Hell in combat.
Strengths
Soldier: Lucien has been fighting a war most of his long life. Against the demons, against the Council, against the mad human Judas, against Wielders and bounty hunters, Lucien has become really good at killing things and surviving attacks made against him, having dealt with almost every variety of them by now.
Paranoid: Lucien, being one of the most wanted beings in the three worlds, is always on edge. No where is safe and he always assumes that he will be attacked at some point when he enters a new area. He's a light sleeper, able to awaken and react to a situation in seconds.
Control: Lucien has immense control over his body, and not even in the sense that he can heal and control the various parts of his body. He can restrict his strength and speed to suit the situation, so as to avoid overkill.
Tough: As an Archangel who specialized in Battle, Lucien has been trained and further trained himself to withstand huge amounts of punishment and still remain conscious. It is ridiculously difficult to knock him out through sheer brute strength, and he's even able to resist the effects of spells designed to knock him out. Not to say such spells won't affect him at all, but when everyone else is falling unconscious, Lucien will have a few seconds extra time to run or, preferably, kill whomever casts it.
Keen senses: Lucien's eyesight, like most Angels, is incredibly keen and able to see far longer distances than others. Through his long war against Demons and other Angels, Lucien has become good at realizing when he's in an illusion. He can't pierce them, so they'll still be in effect doing whatever they were meant to do, but he often notices that there is an illusion. (Ex: If you caste a blinding light illusion, Lucien will still be blinded by it, but recognize it as not a real light). Lucien can 'smell' Essence, able to differentiate between Human, Angel, Demon, and Chimera. Naturally, if you hide your Essence Lucien can't smell you out.
Weaknesses
Ranged combat: Lucien is only good at fighting in close quarters. If you attack him from Range, he'll have to go and chase after you.
Loner: Due to his choice of profession (attempting to murder other Archangels who most of everyone else like), Lucien is typically alone. He can be beaten by numbers, if they're either insanely high or sufficiently powerful. Not to mention, being in a group with him is difficult as he is an uncaring asshole.
Equipment: His sword. His armor. That’s about it.
Personality: Will show IC
Biography:
Lucien was born during a time when Angels were immortal (in the elven sense. You know could still be murdered, but didn’t age beyond a certain point.), and they were at an uneasy peace with Demons. He was alive when things turned to war, and he is one of the few survivors of the Great War. The reason he hates and hunts down the Council, or the Cowards, as he calls them, is simple. They tested their Demonic virus, supposed to give the Angels and edge of the Demons, on his daughter. It did the opposite. Weakened her, and turned her wings black.
And when the Demons were at the gate, getting ready to break in, the Council needed a scapegoat. Lucien’s daughter was used. ‘Her wings turned black because she betrayed us and let the monstrosity at the Gate in!’ they claimed. And the other Angels believed them. They executed her without a trial, right in front of a restrained Lucien. Before Lucien could do more than scream, the Demons broke down the gate. In the Chaos, Lucien killed his daughter’s executioner, before being forced to flee with the rest of the Angels to the Surface. There, the Council decided to set themselves up as minor Gods.
Lucien was imprisoned in Onyx and an excuse was made for it. 'He destroyed a Human city fighting a demon!' They claimed.
In the hundreds of years that followed, Lucien very nearly went insane. Luckily, they let him out before that happened. Hell’s gate was breaking, and they needed everyone who could wield a sword. Even him. To ensure he didn’t do anything stupid, they promised to kill his daughter (or, her reincarnation), Hazumi, if he did anything they didn’t like. That plan was shot, however, when all hell broke loose. A group of Hellions pushed their way past Hell's Gate and started killing and eating everything in sight, including Angels. The Council gathered the remaining Angels in a defensive manner around their headquarters. Hazumi was gone, and all the Council Members and Angels were there. As soon as the Hellions hit them and everything descended into Chaos, Lucien started killing Council members.
By the end of that bloody day, there were only four Council members left. They scattered to the four winds as Hell's Gate finally broke and it's Keeper, Melody, was killed. Lucien started hunting Council members down and executing them and their followers. And anyone who got in his way. He stopped only briefly to help the Academy and others fight and defeat Judas and his mad armies (Though, frankly, it was only so he could get close to the Council Member working with the Academy and kill him.) As soon as that was done, he went back to the hunt.
It has been over two hundred years since he helped stop Judas. There is only one Council Member left alive. And even now,he’s being hunted by anyone who wants to make a name for themselves, or punish the Renegade.
Alias/Nickname: The Fallen Hunter, Kinslayer, Deathbringer.
Age: Apparent: 22 Actual: He was alive before the First Great War.
Race: Original Angel.
Appearance: Face:
Armor(helmet long gone):
His wingspan is 17 feet long, and his wings are pure black.
Social Status: Renegade. Pretty much everyone wants him dead.
Relations:
He's only on good terms with two people:
Hazumi: Essence of the world, the essence of his daughter reborn before becoming the Essence of the world. Missing.
Azel: Demon that Lucien had to live with for about a week. They bonded, Lucien didn't kill him, it was a good time.
Everyone else wants to kill him.
General Activity: Search for the remaining member of the Angelic Council, and kill her. Kill any Demons he finds along the way as well, along with anything that tries to stop him. Find Hazumi.
Abilities: As an Original Angel, Lucien possessed more than one power. However, due to the Demonic Virus inside of him, he’s limited to a very powerful, but also Archaic, form of Battle Angel. He has complete and utter control of his body, able to turn anything, even a drop of blood, into a weapon, and heal himself in a matter of minutes or seconds, depending on the severity of wound. Provided that the wound isn’t instantly fatal and he’s conscious enough to do so. Also, he can’t grow new limbs.
He is physically capable of matching a Demon Lord of Hell in combat.
Strengths
Soldier: Lucien has been fighting a war most of his long life. Against the demons, against the Council, against the mad human Judas, against Wielders and bounty hunters, Lucien has become really good at killing things and surviving attacks made against him, having dealt with almost every variety of them by now.
Paranoid: Lucien, being one of the most wanted beings in the three worlds, is always on edge. No where is safe and he always assumes that he will be attacked at some point when he enters a new area. He's a light sleeper, able to awaken and react to a situation in seconds.
Control: Lucien has immense control over his body, and not even in the sense that he can heal and control the various parts of his body. He can restrict his strength and speed to suit the situation, so as to avoid overkill.
Tough: As an Archangel who specialized in Battle, Lucien has been trained and further trained himself to withstand huge amounts of punishment and still remain conscious. It is ridiculously difficult to knock him out through sheer brute strength, and he's even able to resist the effects of spells designed to knock him out. Not to say such spells won't affect him at all, but when everyone else is falling unconscious, Lucien will have a few seconds extra time to run or, preferably, kill whomever casts it.
Keen senses: Lucien's eyesight, like most Angels, is incredibly keen and able to see far longer distances than others. Through his long war against Demons and other Angels, Lucien has become good at realizing when he's in an illusion. He can't pierce them, so they'll still be in effect doing whatever they were meant to do, but he often notices that there is an illusion. (Ex: If you caste a blinding light illusion, Lucien will still be blinded by it, but recognize it as not a real light). Lucien can 'smell' Essence, able to differentiate between Human, Angel, Demon, and Chimera. Naturally, if you hide your Essence Lucien can't smell you out.
Weaknesses
Ranged combat: Lucien is only good at fighting in close quarters. If you attack him from Range, he'll have to go and chase after you.
Loner: Due to his choice of profession (attempting to murder other Archangels who most of everyone else like), Lucien is typically alone. He can be beaten by numbers, if they're either insanely high or sufficiently powerful. Not to mention, being in a group with him is difficult as he is an uncaring asshole.
Equipment: His sword. His armor. That’s about it.
Personality: Will show IC
Biography:
Lucien was born during a time when Angels were immortal (in the elven sense. You know could still be murdered, but didn’t age beyond a certain point.), and they were at an uneasy peace with Demons. He was alive when things turned to war, and he is one of the few survivors of the Great War. The reason he hates and hunts down the Council, or the Cowards, as he calls them, is simple. They tested their Demonic virus, supposed to give the Angels and edge of the Demons, on his daughter. It did the opposite. Weakened her, and turned her wings black.
And when the Demons were at the gate, getting ready to break in, the Council needed a scapegoat. Lucien’s daughter was used. ‘Her wings turned black because she betrayed us and let the monstrosity at the Gate in!’ they claimed. And the other Angels believed them. They executed her without a trial, right in front of a restrained Lucien. Before Lucien could do more than scream, the Demons broke down the gate. In the Chaos, Lucien killed his daughter’s executioner, before being forced to flee with the rest of the Angels to the Surface. There, the Council decided to set themselves up as minor Gods.
Lucien was imprisoned in Onyx and an excuse was made for it. 'He destroyed a Human city fighting a demon!' They claimed.
In the hundreds of years that followed, Lucien very nearly went insane. Luckily, they let him out before that happened. Hell’s gate was breaking, and they needed everyone who could wield a sword. Even him. To ensure he didn’t do anything stupid, they promised to kill his daughter (or, her reincarnation), Hazumi, if he did anything they didn’t like. That plan was shot, however, when all hell broke loose. A group of Hellions pushed their way past Hell's Gate and started killing and eating everything in sight, including Angels. The Council gathered the remaining Angels in a defensive manner around their headquarters. Hazumi was gone, and all the Council Members and Angels were there. As soon as the Hellions hit them and everything descended into Chaos, Lucien started killing Council members.
By the end of that bloody day, there were only four Council members left. They scattered to the four winds as Hell's Gate finally broke and it's Keeper, Melody, was killed. Lucien started hunting Council members down and executing them and their followers. And anyone who got in his way. He stopped only briefly to help the Academy and others fight and defeat Judas and his mad armies (Though, frankly, it was only so he could get close to the Council Member working with the Academy and kill him.) As soon as that was done, he went back to the hunt.
It has been over two hundred years since he helped stop Judas. There is only one Council Member left alive. And even now,he’s being hunted by anyone who wants to make a name for themselves, or punish the Renegade.
Name: Mary
Alias/Nickname: N/A
Age: Apparent: 18 Actual: 238
Race: Human
Appearance:
Five foot 4 inches, eyes are a solid black orbs. There are various scars over her body, some seeming random, others seeming disturbingly purposeful. Oddly enough, they never go above her collarbone. She has a .22 round attached to a chain around her right wrist.
Social Status: She's dissappeared for 20 years. Her status is up in the air.
Relations: Everyone she knew is dead or gone or she doesn't know where.
General Activity: Find out what year it is and go from there.
Abilities:
By herself
Revenge of the Fallen: A war horn blasts a short sound, and three slain enemies of her current enemy(ies) rise to fight at her side.
Heal wounds: A gentle chime sounds and Mary's weapon expands and coats her hands, healing whatever wounds she touches (naturally this takes longer depending on the severity of the wound. Minor wounds take seconds, severe wounds like broken bones take minutes, while mortal wounds could take hours or even days.)
Consume Essence: Screeching instruments sound, and Mary summons an apparition of the Abyss. This apparition lunges forward with wide open jaws and consumes the Essence of whatever it grabs, taking and storing it. This grants Mary an ability based on the abilities and personality of whatever Essence the Abyss consumed. (For example if the Abyss ate the Essence of a protective man who despised demons and could caste magic, she'd get the spell 'Holy Shields: A shield that blocks any and all demonic damage and burns demons and things with demons in them.')
Weaponmaster: War horns briefly sound and Mary is able to turn her string instrument into any weapon of her choice and use it proficiently. She prefers a handgun.
Chains of Judgement: War horns blare to the gentle background of chimes in the wind, and Chains erupt from the ground, attempting to wrap around and pin their victim to the ground.
Anti-Magic Rune/shield: Violins screech and Mary can either make a shield that absorbs and blocks magic, or caste it on the ground to create an area (at largest ten feet at smallest three feet) where magic (even her own) doesn't work.
Orchestra: One of the simplest thing Mary learned, she can make her instrument sound a variety of other instruments ranging from electronic guitars to saxophones to harps. She can even have it play many at once, becoming a one woman orchestra.
Specifically Vengeance
Specifically Mercy
Specifically the Abyss
Consume Souls: The Abyss eats the Essences of anything that dies within a mile radius of it, growing with each consumption. This is active even when Mary isn't in the Abyss form.
(It should be noted, that while Mary is in any of these forms she can't use any abilities from the others. For example as Mercy she can't use Revenge of the Fallen, and as Vengeance she can't cast an anti-magic aura)
Strengths:
Adaptable: Mary is quite able to adapt to any situation with her magics.
Kind: Mary is nice to basically everyone. Even if you're an asshole. This typically makes friends.
Courageous: Mary may be terrified out of her mind, but if she needs to do something to help someone she'll do it.
Good shot: Mary was taught by her father how to shoot, and she's quite good at it.
Field medic: Mary knows basic stitching, how to make a tourniquet, and other life prolonging skills, so she can keep you alive until she can heal you with magic.
Weaknesses:
Out of her league: Mary is way out of her depth. She comes from a time when Angels and demons kept to themselves and Humans couldn't cast lightning bolts from their eyes.
Innocent: Though it's getting better Mary is quite trusting of people. She isn't used to killing things either. It makes her distinctly uncomfortable and ill. And scared. Very scared.
Human: Mary doesn't have any special bodies awaiting her soul, no tough skin, not even healing runes waiting to fix her up. She can get hurt as easily as any normal human before the Essence was spread to them.
Equipment: TBD
Personality: Will Show IC.
Biography:
Before being dragged, kicking and screaming, into a world of Demons and Angels, monsters and magic, Mary was a simple college freshman. She was learning to become a small animal veterinarian. Of course, that all changed when she was kidnapped on her way to visit her parents (divorced, both single). Because Mary had attracted the attention of a Demon Lord known as ‘Sir’, he sent two of those who serve him to capture her and bring her to him. Why she was chosen, she doesn’t know. But that matters little when you’ve been kidnapped by two vampires. When the two got in an argument and subsequent fight, Mary managed to escape.
She ran away, only to run into another vampire, an angel, and a human with a rather nasty sword. Long story short, her captors tried to take her back. They were killed violently by the vampire and the human, much to Mary’s horror. However, she was far from being safe. An ascended werewolf arrived, managed to implant Mary with the Abyss, before being killed by Solus, who had killed the werewolf’s partner and then followed the werewolf.
Longer story short, the Abyss was contained inside of her mind by Solus, at the expense of nearly driving Mary insane and assuredly driving the Abyss insane. Mary was then supposed to leave through a magical portal (Mary in no state of mind to question exactly how that worked), and be relatively safe in Scotland. Only it didn’t work that way. Mary and her protector were separated, her own portal got hijacked, and rather than going to Scotland, she was dumped straight into Sir’s hands.
What followed was two centuries of experimentation, with Mary mercifully comatose and kept alive (if immortal) in a figurative cocoon of spells. During these two centuries, Sir managed to remove the old Abyss (mental trap and all), and add a new one. One more…kind, to it’s host. When Sir decided Mary was ready for ‘field testing’ he released her and woke her up in the ruins of what had been Loom, where she was found by Lazarus.
Lazarus taught her some skills and took her under his wing as her apprentice before enrolling her at the Musicians College in Loom. She got her instrument there, and two new voices in her head; Vengeance and Mercy. Vengeance and Mercy were exactly like their names. Vengeance was always ready to fight and bristled at the slightest hint of an insult to Mary, while Mercy was calmer and more forgiving. They, in addition to the Abyss, helped guide her through the waters of having magic.
That is, until they started clashing. It wasn't intentional. Their just wasn't enough room in Mary's soul for them and the Abyss to be so tightly bound. Mary started having seizures and splitting headaches, the worst and last coming on a outing into Loom, hunting down a Renegade Vampire with a couple other Musicians. The last thing Mary remembers is screaming in pain and collapsing to the ground as arrows flew through the air and everything went dark.
When she woke up she was trapped in her mind, distant from Sir as he began to experiment on her once more. Having nothing better to do than talk with Vengeance, Mercy, and the Abyss, Mary slowly came to terms with her situation and her new powers. She even began to accept the Abyss as apart of her, and train with each of their abilities so she can use them herself, rather than relying on them. Twenty years passed this way, before Mary found herself awakening once more, somewhere random in Loom.
Alias/Nickname: N/A
Age: Apparent: 18 Actual: 238
Race: Human
Appearance:
Five foot 4 inches, eyes are a solid black orbs. There are various scars over her body, some seeming random, others seeming disturbingly purposeful. Oddly enough, they never go above her collarbone. She has a .22 round attached to a chain around her right wrist.
Social Status: She's dissappeared for 20 years. Her status is up in the air.
Relations: Everyone she knew is dead or gone or she doesn't know where.
General Activity: Find out what year it is and go from there.
Abilities:
By herself
Revenge of the Fallen: A war horn blasts a short sound, and three slain enemies of her current enemy(ies) rise to fight at her side.
Heal wounds: A gentle chime sounds and Mary's weapon expands and coats her hands, healing whatever wounds she touches (naturally this takes longer depending on the severity of the wound. Minor wounds take seconds, severe wounds like broken bones take minutes, while mortal wounds could take hours or even days.)
Consume Essence: Screeching instruments sound, and Mary summons an apparition of the Abyss. This apparition lunges forward with wide open jaws and consumes the Essence of whatever it grabs, taking and storing it. This grants Mary an ability based on the abilities and personality of whatever Essence the Abyss consumed. (For example if the Abyss ate the Essence of a protective man who despised demons and could caste magic, she'd get the spell 'Holy Shields: A shield that blocks any and all demonic damage and burns demons and things with demons in them.')
Weaponmaster: War horns briefly sound and Mary is able to turn her string instrument into any weapon of her choice and use it proficiently. She prefers a handgun.
Chains of Judgement: War horns blare to the gentle background of chimes in the wind, and Chains erupt from the ground, attempting to wrap around and pin their victim to the ground.
Anti-Magic Rune/shield: Violins screech and Mary can either make a shield that absorbs and blocks magic, or caste it on the ground to create an area (at largest ten feet at smallest three feet) where magic (even her own) doesn't work.
Orchestra: One of the simplest thing Mary learned, she can make her instrument sound a variety of other instruments ranging from electronic guitars to saxophones to harps. She can even have it play many at once, becoming a one woman orchestra.
Specifically Vengeance
Activation: A long drawn out war horn sounds after Mary manipulates her, now dark red, string instrument.
Appearance: Mary's form turns pitch black, clothes and all, and is outlined in a dark red light. Her voice changes to match Vengeance in her head.
Abilities
-Power match(Passive): Whatever opponent or group Vengeance has locked on, his speed, strength, and resistance to damage increases to match them.
-Vengeance of the Fallen(Active): Vengeance summons up to three copies of slain enemies of his enemy, to battle at his side against them.(For example, Lazarus could have to face those he killed in his past. They wouldn't actually be resurrected, but glowing red clones of them would exist.)
-Instant Retribution(Active): Turning his damage resistance to human flesh, Vengeance returns damage done to him back to his enemies. For example, if someone was to stab his arm, their arm would have a stab wound as well.
-Weapons master(Active): Vengeance can create weapons from his own body, stretching from ancient swords to modern day RPGs, an use them effectively as if he had always been using them.
-Unnaturally flexible(Passive): Vengeance is disturbingly flexible, boneless some would claim. He can bend his elbow in such a way that would break your average person's elbow like a twig. He can bend his knee backwards in a way that most people would attribute with breaking. And so on so forth.
Weaknesses
Instant retribution, while killing whoever killed him, is a quick way for him to die.
-Can't be healed: Vengeance's very essence rejects any healing magics. After all, when seeking vengeance dig two graves.
Appearance: Mary's form turns pitch black, clothes and all, and is outlined in a dark red light. Her voice changes to match Vengeance in her head.
Abilities
-Power match(Passive): Whatever opponent or group Vengeance has locked on, his speed, strength, and resistance to damage increases to match them.
-Vengeance of the Fallen(Active): Vengeance summons up to three copies of slain enemies of his enemy, to battle at his side against them.(For example, Lazarus could have to face those he killed in his past. They wouldn't actually be resurrected, but glowing red clones of them would exist.)
-Instant Retribution(Active): Turning his damage resistance to human flesh, Vengeance returns damage done to him back to his enemies. For example, if someone was to stab his arm, their arm would have a stab wound as well.
-Weapons master(Active): Vengeance can create weapons from his own body, stretching from ancient swords to modern day RPGs, an use them effectively as if he had always been using them.
-Unnaturally flexible(Passive): Vengeance is disturbingly flexible, boneless some would claim. He can bend his elbow in such a way that would break your average person's elbow like a twig. He can bend his knee backwards in a way that most people would attribute with breaking. And so on so forth.
Weaknesses
Instant retribution, while killing whoever killed him, is a quick way for him to die.
-Can't be healed: Vengeance's very essence rejects any healing magics. After all, when seeking vengeance dig two graves.
Specifically Mercy
Activation: A single chime, that rapidly swells in volume like a wave of sound, echoes after Mary manipulates her, now a soft gold, instrument string.
Appearance: Most of Mary's features and clothes are covered with a simple brown robe. The lower half of her face, the only thing visible, turns to a light brown color.
Abilities
-Bandages(Active): From the darkness of her sleeves, Mercy seems to have a limitless supply of bandages. These can be used for defense, or to restrain someone. They are quite resistant to all forms of damage.
-Rejuvenating Aura(Passive): People within 10 yards of Mercy never seem to run out of energy for spells or whatever else they need, and their wounds seem to heal of their own accord..
-Heal(Active): Mercy can heal allies wounds, the more severe the wound taking longer. A cuts, shots, or beatings, take seconds. Broken bones take minutes. A mortal wound would take hours.
Weaknesses
-Pacifist: Mercy is physically incapable of hurting anything.
-Human: Despite her abilities, Mercy has the damage resistance of a normal human.
Appearance: Most of Mary's features and clothes are covered with a simple brown robe. The lower half of her face, the only thing visible, turns to a light brown color.
Abilities
-Bandages(Active): From the darkness of her sleeves, Mercy seems to have a limitless supply of bandages. These can be used for defense, or to restrain someone. They are quite resistant to all forms of damage.
-Rejuvenating Aura(Passive): People within 10 yards of Mercy never seem to run out of energy for spells or whatever else they need, and their wounds seem to heal of their own accord..
-Heal(Active): Mercy can heal allies wounds, the more severe the wound taking longer. A cuts, shots, or beatings, take seconds. Broken bones take minutes. A mortal wound would take hours.
Weaknesses
-Pacifist: Mercy is physically incapable of hurting anything.
-Human: Despite her abilities, Mercy has the damage resistance of a normal human.
Specifically the Abyss
Activation: A screeching noise of many string instruments being played badly sounds as Mary's, now black, string instrument is manipulated.
Appearance: A black sludge oozes out of all of Mary's pores, covering her in a thick layer of sludge. Her height increases dramatically to 8 feet, and she has a Cheshire Cat grin, stretching from ear to ear with razor sharp teeth. Her eyes are pure white, glowing like pearls in the dark sludge.
Abilities
-Essence consumption(Passive): When someone thing with a soul dies within a mile of the Abyss's presence, the Abyss eats it. No chance of the void, or rebirth.
-Anti-Magic aura(Passive): Magic just doesn't work within 6 yards of the Abyss. Healing spells don't affect him, fireballs fizzle out, manipulated earth becomes regular earth again, and so on. Even the natural healing ability of Battle Angel fails in his presence.
-Sludge manipulation(Active): Once the Abyss' sludge gets any amount of distance away from his body, it can be manipulated into weapons or shields or whatever the Abyss desires, and however long he needs, given that he's constantly generating it.
-Hellion Archangel match(Passive): The Abyss is strong, fast, and agile enough to match a Hellion or an Archangel in hand to hand combat.
Weakness
His sludge isn't particularly good at resisting piercing attacks.
His sludge is quite flammable, before he manipulates it.
Appearance: A black sludge oozes out of all of Mary's pores, covering her in a thick layer of sludge. Her height increases dramatically to 8 feet, and she has a Cheshire Cat grin, stretching from ear to ear with razor sharp teeth. Her eyes are pure white, glowing like pearls in the dark sludge.
Abilities
-Essence consumption(Passive): When someone thing with a soul dies within a mile of the Abyss's presence, the Abyss eats it. No chance of the void, or rebirth.
-Anti-Magic aura(Passive): Magic just doesn't work within 6 yards of the Abyss. Healing spells don't affect him, fireballs fizzle out, manipulated earth becomes regular earth again, and so on. Even the natural healing ability of Battle Angel fails in his presence.
-Sludge manipulation(Active): Once the Abyss' sludge gets any amount of distance away from his body, it can be manipulated into weapons or shields or whatever the Abyss desires, and however long he needs, given that he's constantly generating it.
-Hellion Archangel match(Passive): The Abyss is strong, fast, and agile enough to match a Hellion or an Archangel in hand to hand combat.
Weakness
His sludge isn't particularly good at resisting piercing attacks.
His sludge is quite flammable, before he manipulates it.
Consume Souls: The Abyss eats the Essences of anything that dies within a mile radius of it, growing with each consumption. This is active even when Mary isn't in the Abyss form.
(It should be noted, that while Mary is in any of these forms she can't use any abilities from the others. For example as Mercy she can't use Revenge of the Fallen, and as Vengeance she can't cast an anti-magic aura)
Strengths:
Adaptable: Mary is quite able to adapt to any situation with her magics.
Kind: Mary is nice to basically everyone. Even if you're an asshole. This typically makes friends.
Courageous: Mary may be terrified out of her mind, but if she needs to do something to help someone she'll do it.
Good shot: Mary was taught by her father how to shoot, and she's quite good at it.
Field medic: Mary knows basic stitching, how to make a tourniquet, and other life prolonging skills, so she can keep you alive until she can heal you with magic.
Weaknesses:
Out of her league: Mary is way out of her depth. She comes from a time when Angels and demons kept to themselves and Humans couldn't cast lightning bolts from their eyes.
Innocent: Though it's getting better Mary is quite trusting of people. She isn't used to killing things either. It makes her distinctly uncomfortable and ill. And scared. Very scared.
Human: Mary doesn't have any special bodies awaiting her soul, no tough skin, not even healing runes waiting to fix her up. She can get hurt as easily as any normal human before the Essence was spread to them.
Equipment: TBD
Personality: Will Show IC.
Biography:
Before being dragged, kicking and screaming, into a world of Demons and Angels, monsters and magic, Mary was a simple college freshman. She was learning to become a small animal veterinarian. Of course, that all changed when she was kidnapped on her way to visit her parents (divorced, both single). Because Mary had attracted the attention of a Demon Lord known as ‘Sir’, he sent two of those who serve him to capture her and bring her to him. Why she was chosen, she doesn’t know. But that matters little when you’ve been kidnapped by two vampires. When the two got in an argument and subsequent fight, Mary managed to escape.
She ran away, only to run into another vampire, an angel, and a human with a rather nasty sword. Long story short, her captors tried to take her back. They were killed violently by the vampire and the human, much to Mary’s horror. However, she was far from being safe. An ascended werewolf arrived, managed to implant Mary with the Abyss, before being killed by Solus, who had killed the werewolf’s partner and then followed the werewolf.
Longer story short, the Abyss was contained inside of her mind by Solus, at the expense of nearly driving Mary insane and assuredly driving the Abyss insane. Mary was then supposed to leave through a magical portal (Mary in no state of mind to question exactly how that worked), and be relatively safe in Scotland. Only it didn’t work that way. Mary and her protector were separated, her own portal got hijacked, and rather than going to Scotland, she was dumped straight into Sir’s hands.
What followed was two centuries of experimentation, with Mary mercifully comatose and kept alive (if immortal) in a figurative cocoon of spells. During these two centuries, Sir managed to remove the old Abyss (mental trap and all), and add a new one. One more…kind, to it’s host. When Sir decided Mary was ready for ‘field testing’ he released her and woke her up in the ruins of what had been Loom, where she was found by Lazarus.
Lazarus taught her some skills and took her under his wing as her apprentice before enrolling her at the Musicians College in Loom. She got her instrument there, and two new voices in her head; Vengeance and Mercy. Vengeance and Mercy were exactly like their names. Vengeance was always ready to fight and bristled at the slightest hint of an insult to Mary, while Mercy was calmer and more forgiving. They, in addition to the Abyss, helped guide her through the waters of having magic.
That is, until they started clashing. It wasn't intentional. Their just wasn't enough room in Mary's soul for them and the Abyss to be so tightly bound. Mary started having seizures and splitting headaches, the worst and last coming on a outing into Loom, hunting down a Renegade Vampire with a couple other Musicians. The last thing Mary remembers is screaming in pain and collapsing to the ground as arrows flew through the air and everything went dark.
When she woke up she was trapped in her mind, distant from Sir as he began to experiment on her once more. Having nothing better to do than talk with Vengeance, Mercy, and the Abyss, Mary slowly came to terms with her situation and her new powers. She even began to accept the Abyss as apart of her, and train with each of their abilities so she can use them herself, rather than relying on them. Twenty years passed this way, before Mary found herself awakening once more, somewhere random in Loom.
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✿full name_
Elenei Melodiá Kiều
✿officially_
Kiều-Morena(family name) Melodiá(middle name(s)) Elenei(given name)
✿goes by_
Mel Kiều or Elenei Kiều
✿alias(es)_
- Mel (most common)
- Melly/Elly (close friends/family)
- Mel One Wing
- Mel Crow's Wing
- Melodiá Morena
- Morena Joy
- Pretty Bird
- Crow's Wing
- One Winged Crow
✿title(s)_
- Ambassador Kiều's Bodyguard
- Ambassador Kiều's Envoy
- Kiều's Monegasque Courier
- Kiều's Monegasque Student
- The Monacan(common, neutral)
- Ambassador Kiều's Bastard(common, slur)
- Ambassador Kiều's Bird(neutral)
- The Prince's One Winged Beauty of Monaco(rarely known outside of Monaco)
✿age_
19
✿race_
One Winged Dark Angel/Human Chimera
✿appearance_
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Elenei was always a somber girl, even from a young age, there was always a certain reserved cloudiness behind her eyes, contemplative of something that would upset lesser men to a greater degree than the slight sadness that seemed to be a permanent feature of her face. almond-shaped eyes, piercing, dark and somber all rolled into one, rest between a frame of windswept, but chic and trimmed brunette hair. She keeps her hair clearly longer than a pixie cut or a bob-- but also shorter than a typical shoulder length hair cut-- when it grows much longer than this she tends to braid and pony tail before cutting to this 'in-betweener' length.
She keeps her ears hidden-- yet spending a few minutes with her will reveal that she is a woman who listens far more than she ever speaks. Her stony face reveals little beside the mere reality that she is thinking-- although scarcely will her expression ever give away that she is thinking of other people. She isn't a serious woman, but she isn't quick to smile. Her lips a very subtly turned downward, just a tick, it's difficult to tell whether this from a general displeasure, or a simple force of habit. Either way, her lips are pert, caught somewhere in-between being thin and heart-shaped, and they are of a pale salmon shade-- it is very clear that her lips are abnormally pale, furthering a powdered, regal appearance of her face.
While not quite gaunt, her cheeks reveal that she has missed more meals than she should-- it can be said that her dimples do contour with the concave nature of her cheeks, and give her a very bright and pleasant smile. It is rare for her to do so, however, as previously mentioned. However, to those who know her intimately, this simply means that her rare smiles are completely genuine. Her nose is perfectly sculpted and roman, and almost serves as a pillar for the frame that is Mel's 'long' face.
That is how one would describe it, typically-- her face is long both metaphorically and quite literally, when she was younger she found a common nickname of her's to be horseface-- however as she's come into womanhood it has become something that sets her apart, giving her the air of a tragic noble, sharp facial features within a soft, long frame, and a distant, solemn personality give her a Byronesque Romantic visage. Clearly responsible for this is her multi-cultural background-- her father is a human male of Chinese and Vietnamese ancestry, and her mother is a Spanish-French Monegasque Angel.
However, certain large factors of her appearance, such as her androgynous hairstyle, often dyed with streaks of blue, her well maintained eyebrows, her pale complexion, and her single, black wing-- come from more than genetics.
Years spent training indoors, hiding in shadows and ducking out at night have changed what should have been a Mediterranean olive-tan skin tone, reminiscent of the early sunset, to a skin tone that is much milkier in color-- it is even, save for the occasional blemish, and very soft to the touch.
She lost her left wing in what she believes to be a sparing accident with her father. Her right wing has grown large to compensate for the loss-- she can't fly, but the wing is strong enough to propel her jumps by a little over her own height-- 5'8"-- can move upwards of 100 lbs of weight, can lighten falls and generally act as a third, muffled limb, such as in performing parkour. The wing is 8'6" at it's longest, and is slick like a raven or a crow's.
She has the purposefully skinny, well-maintained body of an athlete-- albeit one who focuses on gymnastics and cardio as opposed to becoming larger. Due to this, she can appear to be much frailer than she actually is-- she's fast, and has quite a bit of endurance and flexibility to boot.
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Elenei is a beautiful, androgynous young woman, with somber and piercing eyes and windswept hair the color of polished oak with blue dyed streaks. Her eyes draw one in and her face has regal qualities, she doesn't smile easily. Her lips are particularly pale, and her skin is the color of a milky sunset. Her eyebrows are regularly plucked and her nails are manicured on a weekly basis, but she does not wear makeup.
She has a slight, unassuming physical frame with some wiry muscle hidden beneath expensive clothing. Her bust is modest, nearly flat, and her figure could best be described as "thin, fragile hourglass." She shares her father's sensibilities, and wears button down blouses, pastel vests, dark slacks, and ballet shoes. As a chimeric angel, she has one large, dexterous black wing on the right side of her body.
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✿social status_
Monaco is a small city-state, but her actions, under her fathers employ, in uncovering a demon plot and preventing the assassination of the Monacan Prince has granted her some European fame, a few chimeras see her as a positive example.
Of course, in reality she had very little to do with uncovering the demon plot. The work and credit belongs to her father and his other employees-- she simply happened to be placed in the right place at the right time by her father, and did what anyone should do when the head of their state is threatened with violence.
✿relations_
Mya Kiều, her aunt, is probably the closest thing she has to a friend in the world. She spends the most time with this woman and tells her all practically anything on her mind. She is also particularly close to her therapist, Dr. Ros Plath-- visiting her for appointments weekly, and calling her even more often.
Anderson Kiều is her father, and she sees him as little for than an employer to whom she owes her life and loyalty, she doesn't understand him or what he wants, and doesn't make much of an effort to-- she is unaware the details to which he has groomed her life.
She is also familiar to several of the cities bartenders and strippers, and has been making an effort to learn more about Loom's society and culture, and any obligations she may have as a new citizen.
✿general activity_
Mel spends the majority of her time sleeping and training her fighting abilities, she's versed in several disciplines and can easily burn hours on a daily basis. She doesn't have much of a life outside of spending time with her aunt, and doing what her father asks of her-- be that following a group of people or the assassination of a criminal rival. Her evenings are typically spent standing beside her father, looking as intimidating as a skinny girl with one wing and reputation can, as they discuss things she doesn't understand. Lately, she has taken to frequenting sex clubs, night bars, and regular demon locales in her free time. She has weekly therapy sessions.
✿abilities_
Angelic "healing" and resistance to disease, the abilities granted to her through her angelic frame and wing, a psycho-spiritual connection with her sword 'One Winged Dove.'
✿equipment_
One Winged Dove: A left-handed, curved, thin, French-styled cutlass in the shape of a long wing. There are black ripples in the steel that look like feather, the sword is otherwise pearl white, and glows with a white aura. Seemingly controlled by Mel herself, this aura can illuminate the dark.
Aviator sunglasses: Basically the only article of clothing she owns that wasn't enchanted by her father with some arbitrary boost to her physicality.
Enchanted vests, skinny jeans & slack, and ballet slippers: Clothes, all in her favored style, all with some colorful enchantment commissioned from her father, meant to provide some protection and give her a boost in combat.
✿personality_
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✿history_
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The room was dim. She wasn’t always as aware as she felt today, but she was fairly certain that this her room, the doctor’s office, was always this dim. She often wondered why her office was kept this dark-- a small, paranoid part of her came to the conclusion that the doctor altered the lighting for each of her patients.
That the doctor had somehow observed her subconscious reactions to light levels, and determined she was most relaxed in the dark was absurd. Yet she wanted to believe it. She liked this doctor, she was fairly certain she liked her as well, and she considered the doctor to be fairly skilled in her field. Would it be so silly for such a skilled doctor to make a room darker, for her pale patient and her proclivities toward the dark.
The room wasn’t pitch black, of course. The wooden blinds were closed, blocking out the golden brilliance of a sun preparing to set-- what filtered through was a calm golden hue, light worth more money than she would ever see. That was all the illumination the room presently had-- all natural. There was an expensive ceiling fan, three blades, made from the same type of red-dark wood as the blinds over the windows-- she didn’t know the names of trees or what type of wood they made, but it pleased her to think it was cedar.
The cedar blinds covered half the office-- because windows made up half of the walls of the corner office-- it was probably one of the nicest rooms in the building, she thought, it had to be. The other half of the walls were bookshelves, with a pitiful door wedged in between-- with tomes familiar and unfamiliar to her. When she had first come in, she was completely silent, and she made a game of looking for books she recognized. She had been coming here for weeks now, and had long quit that game, of course... but she could still find Brave New World instinctually.
Next to the desk, also probably cedar, she thought-- Brave New World was placed lovingly next to the desk, within arm's reach of the woman as she imagined her doctor pouring over the audio and written notes of her patients, thinking of ways to help them. It was in between a college textbook on psychology and something by Elie Wiesel. Tragedy and the human condition, all fused in such a way that one couldn’t tell where the fiction ended. She supposed there was something deeply poetic about that.
The rest of the office had silver modern art fixtures scattered about in a way that one might call ‘feng shui’, they were all small sculptures, contrasting the golden carpet. She liked it-- of course, knowing the modern state of psychology, there was probably some radio technology or magic in those sculptures that emitted calming waves. No doubt, human doctors tending to mentally unstable chimeras, demons, and angels needed to take precautions.
She closed her eyes, running her fingers along the soft brown plush of the couch. The empty chair across from her was a little frustrating? Where was she? The woman, barely a woman, of 10 and 9 years, closed her eyes.
Footsteps.
Her ears perked as she heard the familiar clop of the doctor’s loafers. Her eyes were open and looking for the face of her therapist, in anticipation of where it would be, as the door was opened by the woman, clearly in a rush to get to the room.
“Elenei?” The doctor-- her therapist, Dr. Plath said, out of breath, “I’m so sorry I was late-- usually those quarterly reviews only last half an hour or so!”
“That’s okay.” Mel tried, and failed, to give a smile of reassurance to the woman, “It wasn’t too long,” Dr. Plath, for her part, reciprocated with a large smile of her own.
Mel took a moment to observe the woman, occupied with hanging up her coat and fishing the recorder from it’s oversized pockets. Dr. Plath couldn’t have been a day over 50-- but either bad genetics, stress, or perhaps both, had aged her prematurely. She looked like the kindliest grandmother a little girl could wish for-- and while it was true, she was kind, one could see that kindness etched into the laugh lines of her face, but yet she spoke with youth. At heart Dr. Plath was a young woman, and still dressed in exposing blouses and pencil skirts to show it.
“Oh, you don’t have to lie to spare my feelings, Elenei!” She said, practically sprinting from her desk with her notepad to her seat, across the couch. “We’ll just extend your session 30 minutes to make up for it, okay?”
“Mel.”
“I’m sorry?” Sitting now, the older woman crossed her legs, before realizing her mistake, in using a full name. “Oh, of course! I’m sorry Mel, it’s been a bit of a day.”
Mel gave a slight nod to the doctor, clasping her hands together in her lap. She didn’t break eye contact-- the good doctor’s eyes were a beautiful turquoise, hidden behind thick, black glasses and accented with crow’s feet-- she twitched before Mel blinked. She broke the silence, “Something to with your meeting?”
Dr. Plath nodded, “Yeah…” Her usually bright voice wavered a little, “Apparently I’m supposed to be giving,” She mockingly altered her voice and made air quotations with her fingers, “more detailed reports--pffft,” She blew a raspberry, “What a load! How would I even do that without breaking privilege!?”
“I could talk to them?” Mel chimed back, with mild emotion, “Maybe a patient testimony could get them off your back?” She tilted her head.
“No…” Dr. Plath adjusted her glasses, Mel stretched out her wing, apparently remedying a cramp, the resulting gust knocked them a bit off their center. She understood there to be a subtext beneath the girl’s words-- one she might not have even been aware of herself-- when she said ‘talk’ she meant ‘intimidate’. It was a problem resulting from compromised empathy that the doctor had been trying to get her patient to acknowledge. She wasn’t like her father, Elenei was a good person at heart-- but Dr. Plath was unsure the girl could even think of things as ‘good’ or ‘bad.’
So, the healing process was taking some time!
“No,” Dr. Plath repeated. “I think we’ve talked enough about me, anyway! We’re here for you…” She slipped through some pages in her yellow note pad, stopping once a certain date caught her eye. “Now…” she began, “Our last few sessions have mostly been freeform conversation… but for today, I’d like to try something a little different, if that’s okay?” She waited for the tilted nod before continuing, “Today, I want to talk about you-- who Mel Kiều really is. Who you see yourself as, and as much of your past as you’re comfortable telling me. I can talk you through all of this, and remember, it doesn’t all have to come out today, and we can stop if you feel you need to, it’s okay. We can go at your own pace… but, does this sound like something you’d like to try?”
Mel leaned back against the plush couch, chewing on what that would all entail for a moment, and then she spoke, as if she hadn’t thought about it at all, “Sure thing, Doctor. How do we start?”
She smiled with glee at this, “Just tell me about yourself, Mel! That’s the best part… let’s start with your childhood, as far back as you can remember.”
“Well,” Mel shifted in her seat, “I don’t remember much growing up…”
“Thanks okay!” Dr. Plath smiled encouragingly, Mel couldn’t help but find it slightly unnerving.
She closed her eyes and sighed, “Okay.” Her eyes opened, “I don’t remember my mother-- my Father said she wasn’t anything more than a one night stand, but… I don’t know.”
The doctor slashed something on her notepad, “What don’t you know?”
“Well, Mya’s told me a little about her, and, I don’t know,” Mel’s hands moved uncomfortable, twiddling her thumbs, “I don’t think she was a hooker or anything, it sounded like she was a smart lady, I think my father may have really fancied her.”
“And do you think that has something to do with how he treats you?”
“Absolutely not.” Mel shot back, “He might not love me, but I know him well enough to know that hating me would be a waste. LIke… He doesn’t…”
“He doesn’t…?” The doctor egged her on.
“He doesn’t… see anyone as you or I see them, I think, you know? But he likes usefulness, and I know I’m useful to him. So I know he likes me, he’s just kind of a cold asshole about everything.”
“Language.”
Mel’s eyes shot downward, “Right… Sorry, doctor.”
“You’re fine! Just keep a closer watch on it later, okay?” Dr. Plath knew of Elenei’s father. He was practically famous-- although not for the reason’s his daughter were. Infamy was a better word, in Loom, at least. A cunning, shrewd politician with a reputation for being ruthless on crime-- Ambassador to several European city-states-- a Loom native with a foreign daughter, at least, as foreign as Monaco was to Loom. “So, back to you! You never knew your mother?”
“No, she died when I was very young.” Mel sighed, “My father had a man take care of me for much of my younger life.”
“Oh?”
“My giáo sư,” she corrected herself.
“I’m sorry…” Dr. Plath paused, “Giáo sư?”
“He was…” Mel took a second, searching her thoughts for the right words in English, “My teacher, my mentor. My master of the arts.”
“Master…” The doctor repeated the word to herself slowly, before asking her follow up question, “So you lived with the man who home-schooled you…?”
“Yes. We lived on a houseboat, he taught me what I needed to know about the world, and…,” The slight young woman blushed lightly, “I’m ashamed to say this, but he taught me more ways to fight than I can remember.”
Dr. Plath had to remind herself how important combat was to Elenei-- from what she’d gathered from their earlier conversations, her father had practically had her raised as a kind of urban guerilla. She simply nodded, “Would you say he, your giáo sư, was he like a parental figure to you?”
Mel’s eyes clouded at this, “No.”
She’d struck a nerve, “I’m sorry, Mel.” Immediately backtracking, she tried to change the focus, “Were they pleasant memories, at least?”
“I think so…” the clouds left her eyes, “I loved living on the sea, even if we never sailed anywhere...”
“That’s good!” Dr. Plath clasped her hands together, “So-- born in Monaco, raised on a houseboat by a mystery martial arts master-- your life is like a fantasy spy novel!”
“I guess so…” Mel gave a mirthless chuckle, “Then this happened…” She flexed her wing, extending it fully and having to curve it upward as it came against a wall-- there was a certain beauty to be found in the lopsided image of one winged girl, and her wing, so black it reflected the sunlight like glitter, a golden, stygian ebony.
"Your accident...?” Dr. Plath, for her part, had never prodded much about that-- she specialized in angels, she knew wings were a sore subject for many-- she figured she’d let her bring it up, black wings were one thing, but losing one was another matter entirely.
Relaxing her wing, Mel shook her head to clear her bangs from her eyes, “Well, I had to grow the wings first, which was the real accident.”
Dr. Plath’s eyes went wide, “Wh- wait, I’m sorry, what?”
Mel shrugged, “When I was 10, I got sick-- like, it wasn’t something the doctors had ever seen before, my blood had become black... I became blind, my skin burned in sunlight… and the swelling…”
“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want.”
“No, I’m alright.” Mel motioned to where her old wing had been, “Long story short, my giáo sư contaced my father to resolve it. My father knew people, better people than the doctors, and although I’m certain he had been paying for every aspect of my life thus far, I suppose he figured this was the time to truly make his presence known to me. So he did. No hugs, no fuss-- he presented himself, and explained to me what he’d be doing to save me, and our relationship going forward.”
“It sounds very cold.”
“I guess you could say that…” Mel tilted her head, “But in my eyes, then and now, he was my Knight in shining armour… still, I won’t pretend I don’t miss being human…”
“The procedure to cure you made you… an Angel? A kind of Chimera?” Dr. Plath said in disbelief.
“I didn’t really understand everything he told me, but basically Angels have a better natural resistance to disease-- his theory was that he could fill my body with the essence of weak Angels over the course of several weeks, they could become a type of composite with my soul, and the process of…” Mel looked toward the ceiling, trying to recall a name, “Temporary something.”
“Temporary willing possession.” Dr. Plath shot out.
“That! Yeah.” Mel nodded, “I don’t know the hows, but it worked… I lost the black blood, and grew some black wings. I ended up losing my left one in a sparring match a few years later. At the time, I hated it-- I had to learn everything all over again, how to fight with my lighter body, how to fly… I thought I would be happy if they got cut off or something… but…”
“The pain never goes away.” Dr. Plath added, in a quiet tone.
“Sometimes at night, I can’t sleep because of how loud it feels like my soul is crying out for it.” Mel seemed to develop bags under her eyes as she spoke of it, “It never goes away-- I don’t ever want to lose the other one, I’m not sure I could handle it.”
Plath quickly changed the subject, “Besides! Being an angel helped you save the Prince of Monaco-- even with the one wing, no human could have survived that fall!”
Mel shrugged, “I guess, I don’t know… Like I wasn’t…” She looked away, “I was just in the right place at the right time-- I would have tried to save him, wing or not.”
She picked up on the hint, “Okay, Melly! One more question, if you’ll indulge me, Mel! This one is more abstract, but for my notes, I’d like to know… What makes you feel alive?”
Mel thought on the question for a moment. “Fighting… Sex… Flying… The ocean…” She paused, before a light came to her eyes, and Dr. Plath could swear she saw an upward curve in the young woman’s mouth, “Coffee, as black as my wings and as sweet as candy… somewhere secluded in an empty 24/7 breakfast diner at midnight.”
“That’s good.” Dr. Plath gave a small smile at this, “That’s really good Mel, I want you to think of that coffee when the pain rears it’s ugly head in, okay?”
Mel nodded.
“Okay, now, how about we do some breathing exercises?”
~~~
Full name(s): Anderson S. Kiều & Mya Kiều
Goes by: S. & Mya Kiều
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Age: appeared early 30's, actual 41
Race: Human (to common knowledge)
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Personality: Will show IC
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4 days ago
Name: Tatiana Vladislavovna Kuznetsova
Alias/Nickname: “The Merchant of Death”
Age: 73, appears to be in her mid 20s.
Race: Human, heavily cybernetically augmented.
Tatiana stands at about 5’8” or 172cm, slightly taller than the average woman but still shorter than most men. She doesn’t seem to particularly care about this and walks with a confidence born of many decades of besting people regardless of their height. She has a wild mane of flaming red wavy hair that she leaves loose and rarely cuts - it now goes well below her waist. If one looks close enough, her hair almost seems to actually move like a flame, waving and flickering just like the entrancing dance of a fire.
Despite her age, Tatiana appears to be in her mid twenties. She has a well toned body that sports generous curves, with sleek and powerful magitech arms and legs . Tatiana generally wears little in the way of “normal” clothing when she's not working - she has subdermal armor implants and a profound lack of fucks to give. On the job however, be the job an assassination or a drug deal, she wears a full armored combat harness and as much ammunition as she can fit on the thing concealed under a knee length coat - specially reinforced with kevlar and other strong fibers. She tends to wear a considerable amount of jewelry with an unusual aesthetic, seeming almost occult in nature.
Social Status: Criminal - but not openly. In truth she more or less lacks a social status, unless you count “overexaggerated urban criminal legend” as a social status. She rarely interacts with other people outside certain business partners and… other aquaintances. Tales of her exploits are well known, but she herself, not so much.
Relations: Outside of business partners and clients? Nobody. Parents? Dead. Old friends? Dead. And so it goes.
General Activity: When not experimenting or tinkering, Tatiana generally simply enjoys the life of plenty her illegal activities have enabled. After all, she has money, why not live it up a little? Or a lot. This is not to say she does nothing but lounge around - maintaining a criminal organization is a complicated business, and as much time as she spends working in the lab or the workshop, she spends working at a desk, coordinating and planning. However, she does enjoy the occasional excursion.
Abilities: Tatiana has a wide array of skills and abilities honed over several decades. She is an excellent metallurgist, having studied at a prestigious university first and continued to exercise that knowledge over the past half century, however, over time her chemistry skills have dropped off somewhat, and instead she allows a few “friends” to manage her stake in the drug trade. At the same time, however, she is a master weaponsmith, her role in the arms trade giving her several custom orders to fill out every now and then - be they blades or firearms. In addition she is an exceptional shot with both pistol and rifle - even if she does tend to shoot to the left a little, and many an opponent or would be assassin has met their end on the business end of her gun.
Equipment:
Her Coat: Fashionable and effective. Tatiana's coat is no mere fabric. The coat sports a thick internal layer of kevlar sheets suspended in a dilatant matrix along with heating and cooling coils on the interior for keeping the coat comfortable no matter the weather. Its interior pockets store a truly stunning amount of morphine, gauze, combat drugs, and myriad other chemicals with equally myriad uses.
Her Cybernetics: Specifically her right arm, both legs, lungs, liver, heart, right eye, and much of her skeleton have been replaced with artificial versions running on a combination of magic and technology. These Cybernetics grant her abilities solidly in the realm of the superhuman, allowing her to run for a seemingly indefinite period of time, jump far higher than anyone has any business doing, throw a punch that can reduce a brick wall to so much rubble, at the cost of never being able to use magic whatsoever outside of that. Her cybernetics are her magic.
Her Gun: There are many like it, but this one is hers. Based on the frame of a top of the line commercial revolver, Tatiana has made drastic upgrades to the weapon's design, replacing steel for her own secret blend of metals and allowing the weapon to fire shots of inordinately higher pressures than would be safe in the normal model. The ammunition she favors for it both serves an armor piercing purpose and fragments inside the body, dealing utter devastation to any unfortunate enough to be on the business end of the weapon.
Personality: Will show IC but I assure you she’s not actually a razor bouquet (So glad this is an option)
Biography: Tatiana was born in the city of Yakutsk, Russia to a pair of decidedly middle class paresnts. She had a normal enough childhood, aside from the biting cold of Yakutsk - which, for the region, was perfectly ordinary. She hasn’t seen fit to share any information beyond that. She had no secret childhood tragedies or crippling illnesses that loomed overhead. At the age of eighteen she moved to Moscow to study metallurgy - maybe something of an oddity perhaps, but on the surface she was, for all the world, still an ordinary girl. Ordinary that is, unless you were to take a peek at her bank account.
Unlike a regular college student, instead of barely scraping by every month, Tatiana’s purse was instead overflowing, and it showed every now and then, despite her being careful to hide it. A brand new computer that surely cost thousands of dollars, a meal at an expensive restaurant that should’ve been out of her price range, buying a car that wasn’t used, and other things of that nature. The precise source of all this money was never shared, but it didn’t take a police specialist to figure out that her cashflow stemmed from various illicit dealings. However, she had covered her tracks well enough that nothing could be definitively traced back to her. Nonetheless, the moment she received her degree she booked it for more western nations, eager to escape the watchful eye of the Russian police.
Her drug network however, stayed perfectly intact. With her newfound freedom from studying she floated on saved money for several months, perfecting her formulas for drugs and delving into metallurgy on the illicit side of the law - namely producing weapons of superb quality in terms of make and materials and selling those to… certain organizations. As a result, she has amassed even more wealth - to the point that she has no clue what to do with much of it and has taken to distributing portions of it among the poorer parts of the city - not out of any true sense of charity, but it does make her feel good.
Alias/Nickname: “The Merchant of Death”
Age: 73, appears to be in her mid 20s.
Race: Human, heavily cybernetically augmented.
Tatiana stands at about 5’8” or 172cm, slightly taller than the average woman but still shorter than most men. She doesn’t seem to particularly care about this and walks with a confidence born of many decades of besting people regardless of their height. She has a wild mane of flaming red wavy hair that she leaves loose and rarely cuts - it now goes well below her waist. If one looks close enough, her hair almost seems to actually move like a flame, waving and flickering just like the entrancing dance of a fire.
Despite her age, Tatiana appears to be in her mid twenties. She has a well toned body that sports generous curves, with sleek and powerful magitech arms and legs . Tatiana generally wears little in the way of “normal” clothing when she's not working - she has subdermal armor implants and a profound lack of fucks to give. On the job however, be the job an assassination or a drug deal, she wears a full armored combat harness and as much ammunition as she can fit on the thing concealed under a knee length coat - specially reinforced with kevlar and other strong fibers. She tends to wear a considerable amount of jewelry with an unusual aesthetic, seeming almost occult in nature.
Social Status: Criminal - but not openly. In truth she more or less lacks a social status, unless you count “overexaggerated urban criminal legend” as a social status. She rarely interacts with other people outside certain business partners and… other aquaintances. Tales of her exploits are well known, but she herself, not so much.
Relations: Outside of business partners and clients? Nobody. Parents? Dead. Old friends? Dead. And so it goes.
General Activity: When not experimenting or tinkering, Tatiana generally simply enjoys the life of plenty her illegal activities have enabled. After all, she has money, why not live it up a little? Or a lot. This is not to say she does nothing but lounge around - maintaining a criminal organization is a complicated business, and as much time as she spends working in the lab or the workshop, she spends working at a desk, coordinating and planning. However, she does enjoy the occasional excursion.
Abilities: Tatiana has a wide array of skills and abilities honed over several decades. She is an excellent metallurgist, having studied at a prestigious university first and continued to exercise that knowledge over the past half century, however, over time her chemistry skills have dropped off somewhat, and instead she allows a few “friends” to manage her stake in the drug trade. At the same time, however, she is a master weaponsmith, her role in the arms trade giving her several custom orders to fill out every now and then - be they blades or firearms. In addition she is an exceptional shot with both pistol and rifle - even if she does tend to shoot to the left a little, and many an opponent or would be assassin has met their end on the business end of her gun.
Equipment:
Her Coat: Fashionable and effective. Tatiana's coat is no mere fabric. The coat sports a thick internal layer of kevlar sheets suspended in a dilatant matrix along with heating and cooling coils on the interior for keeping the coat comfortable no matter the weather. Its interior pockets store a truly stunning amount of morphine, gauze, combat drugs, and myriad other chemicals with equally myriad uses.
Her Cybernetics: Specifically her right arm, both legs, lungs, liver, heart, right eye, and much of her skeleton have been replaced with artificial versions running on a combination of magic and technology. These Cybernetics grant her abilities solidly in the realm of the superhuman, allowing her to run for a seemingly indefinite period of time, jump far higher than anyone has any business doing, throw a punch that can reduce a brick wall to so much rubble, at the cost of never being able to use magic whatsoever outside of that. Her cybernetics are her magic.
Her Gun: There are many like it, but this one is hers. Based on the frame of a top of the line commercial revolver, Tatiana has made drastic upgrades to the weapon's design, replacing steel for her own secret blend of metals and allowing the weapon to fire shots of inordinately higher pressures than would be safe in the normal model. The ammunition she favors for it both serves an armor piercing purpose and fragments inside the body, dealing utter devastation to any unfortunate enough to be on the business end of the weapon.
Personality: Will show IC but I assure you she’s not actually a razor bouquet (So glad this is an option)
Biography: Tatiana was born in the city of Yakutsk, Russia to a pair of decidedly middle class paresnts. She had a normal enough childhood, aside from the biting cold of Yakutsk - which, for the region, was perfectly ordinary. She hasn’t seen fit to share any information beyond that. She had no secret childhood tragedies or crippling illnesses that loomed overhead. At the age of eighteen she moved to Moscow to study metallurgy - maybe something of an oddity perhaps, but on the surface she was, for all the world, still an ordinary girl. Ordinary that is, unless you were to take a peek at her bank account.
Unlike a regular college student, instead of barely scraping by every month, Tatiana’s purse was instead overflowing, and it showed every now and then, despite her being careful to hide it. A brand new computer that surely cost thousands of dollars, a meal at an expensive restaurant that should’ve been out of her price range, buying a car that wasn’t used, and other things of that nature. The precise source of all this money was never shared, but it didn’t take a police specialist to figure out that her cashflow stemmed from various illicit dealings. However, she had covered her tracks well enough that nothing could be definitively traced back to her. Nonetheless, the moment she received her degree she booked it for more western nations, eager to escape the watchful eye of the Russian police.
Her drug network however, stayed perfectly intact. With her newfound freedom from studying she floated on saved money for several months, perfecting her formulas for drugs and delving into metallurgy on the illicit side of the law - namely producing weapons of superb quality in terms of make and materials and selling those to… certain organizations. As a result, she has amassed even more wealth - to the point that she has no clue what to do with much of it and has taken to distributing portions of it among the poorer parts of the city - not out of any true sense of charity, but it does make her feel good.
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18 days ago
Name: Francisca Labrys Seax Luxaria
Alias/Nickname: Whore Princess of the Uterine Sea, The Axe, Fran,
Age: Roughly 60 years old. Hard to tell in hell.
Race: Succubus (Hellion).
Appearance:
Social Status: Despite Succubus being a very popular and highly demanded demon type, Fran is considered a Lesser Succubus. Being not much more than an eager whore with skills in using her axe, she’s never really earned any reputation or infamy. Or at least nothing that would impress demons.
Fran is a criminal however, as she has murdered and assaulted others with reckless abandon. She often forgets the strength she possess and the fragility of most mortals. Also public indecency.
Relations: Fran has slept with many people, mostly demons and humans, however their relationship has largely been “Professional”. Other “Professionals” may have heard of Fran or at least may know others who could contact her, but Fran herself knows very few people of importance.
General Activity: Fran is an escort: You can hire her to protect you and your possessions or to fuck her. She’s fine with either, though sometimes during lean days where she hasn’t been working for more than a week she may stir up trouble and do her job without anyone hiring her. Robbery and indulging in sin are common for her, and she regrets none of it.
Abilities: As a succubus Fran has a multitude of magical abilities. Normally. Due to her disinterest in improving her lot in life, as well as her demonic abilities, she lacks some of the more iconic powers of a succubus such as life draining or mind control. She does have some lesser powers however, which can be useful in her day-to-day life.
Shapeshifting - Fran is capable of some fairly minor shapeshifting, mostly removing her more demonic features to pass as a human physically. She can also transform into a male or something in between, should she so desire. Fran is also capable of appearing like different human (Or those who at least look human) females, changing her hair, body, and face to match their. The only thing she can't change to match is their voice, and as far as her Essence goes she still is a demon.
Illusions - Fran is capable of creating illusions. They are actually quite powerful and could warp one’s very perception of their reality for some time, however it requires one important caveat: For Fran to be able to place an illusion on someone, she must place both hands upon their heads (Or equivalent). Thus she would need to put her axe away if she wants to affect someone with her illusions, though so long as she can Fran's illusions are permanent until she is physically 100 feet away from the target.
Demonic Attributes: As a demon, Fran is typically stronger than most (normal) mortals. She is strong enough to wield an axe far too heavy for even a strong mortal human to use, and with such ease that you’d think she was using a knife instead. However her strength is perhaps the weakest thing about her: Where Fran truly excels is her endurance and agility. Fran is tireless, able to survive many days without rest, even if each day was filled with fighting and fortification. She’ll certainly never go limp. Fran is also able to think and act quickly on her feet. While she doesn’t quite have super speed, even against foes who specialize in their quickness may be surprised to see Fran keep track of them, if not keep up. Fran also has minor regeneration, just enough that should she ever obtain time off to rest, she could recover from anything short of a mortal blow. Specifically immune to disease and poisons of all types.
Equipment:
Axcalibur - Fran’s axe. A double-headed cleaver made of demonic materials. Sturdy, sharp, and nearly indestructible. There are two magic enchantment on it: One is that Fran can call the axe to her hand whenever she wills it. It will fly straight towards her, taking the path of least resistance unless she specifies otherwise. Despite it’s weight and shape, Fran is also quite capable of chucking the weapon with great speed and accuracy, and uses it's returning properties to ensure she always has a weapon in hand. The second enchantment is that it's "Soul Bound" to her. Only Fran can make use of the weapon, and in anyone else possession it is too heavy to even lift. Even if they are an angel of almighty strength, they would not be able to even pickup her axe. Otherwise while it's certainly as heavy as it's size indicates (Large enough that Fran can use it as a shield), Fran can use it just fine.
Shielded Armor - Fran wears what one might call armor, except that it’s far too form fitting and doesn’t do anything to even protect the modesty of Fran’s belly and loins. The armor itself isn’t even made of actual metal but of some sort of synthetic harden cloth, making it light and comfortable to wear. No, the true power of this “armor” is that it projects a fairly powerful barrier a few inches above Fran’s skin or armor, essentially allowing her maximum protection with minimal clothing. There is some purpose to the armor pieces: The less armor she wears, the less powerful the barrier is, with most of the power being contained in her breastplate. With emphasis on her breasts.
Holy Lock - A cursed item put onto Fran when she was hunted down by some angels. The Holy Lock takes the form of a chastity belt that causes her pain if she tries to remove it, and even if she is willing to take the pain only a powerful angel can undo the locks. While it's called a Chasity Belt, it actually looks like a modern pair of athletic shorts.
Personality: Best shown in the IC.
Biography: Obviously, Fran is a succubus. Her origins are unknown even to her; she never cared to research or remember, and all she could remember was that she may have been mortal at some point. Why or how she became what she is now she doesn’t know, nor does Fran care. She enjoys her life as a demon whose only concern is sex and war, as it’s a simple life away from the complexity of politics or scheming.
For the longest time, Fran was simply a demonic whore in the depths of hell. With the title of “Whore Princess of the Uterine Sea”, Fran turned tricks for any demon willing to host her. It was a good gig for a while, if monotonous. But Fran found her true passion when one day, while participating in an orgy, her host was attacked by a gang of rival demons for some reason or another. These demons did not intend to leave any survivors or take any prisoners, as they killed everyone they could reach. Fran was quickly abandoned to fend for herself, and merely being a prostitute, she lacked the training in magic to fight back. However she did learn that she was pretty damn good with an axe. Picking up a weapon from a slain demon, Fran was able to fight against the demons until the host managed to slaughter the attackers with his own gang. Since then Fran has figured she could enjoy the perks of being both a prostitute and mercenary, being paid to do two of either things she enjoys doing most.
Recently Fran has grown bored in the depths of hell. It was nothing but petty power struggles and backstabbing. Most of the time she’s not even hired to protect or have sex with anyone, and it’s just a trap to take her essence to feed some power hungry warlord wannabe. So Fran has moved to the surface world, hoping to find more honest clients there. Unfortunately her appearance and occupation was often looked with distrust by most of the populace, and Fran quickly got bored. A few accidents later and now Fran is a wanted criminal for corpses made and maidens defiled. Currently Fran is hiding out in Loom, hearing that without the world’s watcher tracking down every bit of sin and sodomy that goes on within the world, she might be able to clear her name or at least indulge a bit more before she gets taken out.
Alias/Nickname: Whore Princess of the Uterine Sea, The Axe, Fran,
Age: Roughly 60 years old. Hard to tell in hell.
Race: Succubus (Hellion).
Appearance:
Social Status: Despite Succubus being a very popular and highly demanded demon type, Fran is considered a Lesser Succubus. Being not much more than an eager whore with skills in using her axe, she’s never really earned any reputation or infamy. Or at least nothing that would impress demons.
Fran is a criminal however, as she has murdered and assaulted others with reckless abandon. She often forgets the strength she possess and the fragility of most mortals. Also public indecency.
Relations: Fran has slept with many people, mostly demons and humans, however their relationship has largely been “Professional”. Other “Professionals” may have heard of Fran or at least may know others who could contact her, but Fran herself knows very few people of importance.
General Activity: Fran is an escort: You can hire her to protect you and your possessions or to fuck her. She’s fine with either, though sometimes during lean days where she hasn’t been working for more than a week she may stir up trouble and do her job without anyone hiring her. Robbery and indulging in sin are common for her, and she regrets none of it.
Abilities: As a succubus Fran has a multitude of magical abilities. Normally. Due to her disinterest in improving her lot in life, as well as her demonic abilities, she lacks some of the more iconic powers of a succubus such as life draining or mind control. She does have some lesser powers however, which can be useful in her day-to-day life.
Shapeshifting - Fran is capable of some fairly minor shapeshifting, mostly removing her more demonic features to pass as a human physically. She can also transform into a male or something in between, should she so desire. Fran is also capable of appearing like different human (Or those who at least look human) females, changing her hair, body, and face to match their. The only thing she can't change to match is their voice, and as far as her Essence goes she still is a demon.
Illusions - Fran is capable of creating illusions. They are actually quite powerful and could warp one’s very perception of their reality for some time, however it requires one important caveat: For Fran to be able to place an illusion on someone, she must place both hands upon their heads (Or equivalent). Thus she would need to put her axe away if she wants to affect someone with her illusions, though so long as she can Fran's illusions are permanent until she is physically 100 feet away from the target.
Demonic Attributes: As a demon, Fran is typically stronger than most (normal) mortals. She is strong enough to wield an axe far too heavy for even a strong mortal human to use, and with such ease that you’d think she was using a knife instead. However her strength is perhaps the weakest thing about her: Where Fran truly excels is her endurance and agility. Fran is tireless, able to survive many days without rest, even if each day was filled with fighting and fortification. She’ll certainly never go limp. Fran is also able to think and act quickly on her feet. While she doesn’t quite have super speed, even against foes who specialize in their quickness may be surprised to see Fran keep track of them, if not keep up. Fran also has minor regeneration, just enough that should she ever obtain time off to rest, she could recover from anything short of a mortal blow. Specifically immune to disease and poisons of all types.
Equipment:
Axcalibur - Fran’s axe. A double-headed cleaver made of demonic materials. Sturdy, sharp, and nearly indestructible. There are two magic enchantment on it: One is that Fran can call the axe to her hand whenever she wills it. It will fly straight towards her, taking the path of least resistance unless she specifies otherwise. Despite it’s weight and shape, Fran is also quite capable of chucking the weapon with great speed and accuracy, and uses it's returning properties to ensure she always has a weapon in hand. The second enchantment is that it's "Soul Bound" to her. Only Fran can make use of the weapon, and in anyone else possession it is too heavy to even lift. Even if they are an angel of almighty strength, they would not be able to even pickup her axe. Otherwise while it's certainly as heavy as it's size indicates (Large enough that Fran can use it as a shield), Fran can use it just fine.
Shielded Armor - Fran wears what one might call armor, except that it’s far too form fitting and doesn’t do anything to even protect the modesty of Fran’s belly and loins. The armor itself isn’t even made of actual metal but of some sort of synthetic harden cloth, making it light and comfortable to wear. No, the true power of this “armor” is that it projects a fairly powerful barrier a few inches above Fran’s skin or armor, essentially allowing her maximum protection with minimal clothing. There is some purpose to the armor pieces: The less armor she wears, the less powerful the barrier is, with most of the power being contained in her breastplate. With emphasis on her breasts.
Holy Lock - A cursed item put onto Fran when she was hunted down by some angels. The Holy Lock takes the form of a chastity belt that causes her pain if she tries to remove it, and even if she is willing to take the pain only a powerful angel can undo the locks. While it's called a Chasity Belt, it actually looks like a modern pair of athletic shorts.
Personality: Best shown in the IC.
Biography: Obviously, Fran is a succubus. Her origins are unknown even to her; she never cared to research or remember, and all she could remember was that she may have been mortal at some point. Why or how she became what she is now she doesn’t know, nor does Fran care. She enjoys her life as a demon whose only concern is sex and war, as it’s a simple life away from the complexity of politics or scheming.
For the longest time, Fran was simply a demonic whore in the depths of hell. With the title of “Whore Princess of the Uterine Sea”, Fran turned tricks for any demon willing to host her. It was a good gig for a while, if monotonous. But Fran found her true passion when one day, while participating in an orgy, her host was attacked by a gang of rival demons for some reason or another. These demons did not intend to leave any survivors or take any prisoners, as they killed everyone they could reach. Fran was quickly abandoned to fend for herself, and merely being a prostitute, she lacked the training in magic to fight back. However she did learn that she was pretty damn good with an axe. Picking up a weapon from a slain demon, Fran was able to fight against the demons until the host managed to slaughter the attackers with his own gang. Since then Fran has figured she could enjoy the perks of being both a prostitute and mercenary, being paid to do two of either things she enjoys doing most.
Recently Fran has grown bored in the depths of hell. It was nothing but petty power struggles and backstabbing. Most of the time she’s not even hired to protect or have sex with anyone, and it’s just a trap to take her essence to feed some power hungry warlord wannabe. So Fran has moved to the surface world, hoping to find more honest clients there. Unfortunately her appearance and occupation was often looked with distrust by most of the populace, and Fran quickly got bored. A few accidents later and now Fran is a wanted criminal for corpses made and maidens defiled. Currently Fran is hiding out in Loom, hearing that without the world’s watcher tracking down every bit of sin and sodomy that goes on within the world, she might be able to clear her name or at least indulge a bit more before she gets taken out.
Name: Donny Yang
Alias/Nickname: The Don, Quickie
Age: 22
Race: Human
Appearance:
Social Status: Just a courier of Omnibites, a big fast food conglomerate that controls nearly every fast food join in Loom. Has the reputation for being one of the fastest delivery boys in the business.
Relations: Has siblings: One older brother and two sisters, one younger and one older. Both parents have passed away. Pretty well-known at work, with many friends and few enemies.
General Activity: Has a full-time job working for Omnibites. He works four days a week, with weekends and Friday’s off, from five am to four pm. On his day’s off if he’s not just relaxing at home, he’s roaming the streets to maintain his turf… In an online game called “Birthright and Conquest”. More details below.
Abilities:
Driving Skills - Donny’s skill behind the wheels is best, next to none. He has an innate ability to just know how to use most vehicles to it’s best. This allows him to be really good at delivering food while avoiding any accidents, traffics, or even spilling the food.
Highly Coordinated - Donny is pretty good at games. Like really good. Anything that requires reflex or precision, he’s insanely good at. It’s why he’s so good at Birthright and Conquest, as it is a real-time fighting game that requires very sharp reflexes to master.
Pyromancy - Donny has never studied or used magic before, but he’s a latent pyromancer. Currently he knows no actual fire magics, though he’s notably immune to any harm that comes from flames or heat, though he's still vulnerable to suffocating from lack of oxygen or smoke. This allows him to eat super hot and spicy foods with ease, which are his favorite food.
Equipment:
Business Bike - This ramshackled looking bicycle is Donny’s main mode of transportation aside from his own two feet. Made up of various bits and pieces he’s gathered over the years, it’s a very study, high performance bike that can hit up to 50 miles per hour whenever Donny gives it his all.
Butterfly Knife - Donny’s only real weapon. For both utility and self-defense, though Donny himself isn’t really a fighter. His knife was a gift from his uncle, who’s wife is an angel. While made of mortal steel, it has a demon-bane enchantment, allowing even a cut to deliver a lot of pain to a demon.
Omniscience IV - A fancy smartphone Donny uses for his everyday life. With a 20 hour battery life and a cellphone plan that works even if Donny is in hell, he relies on this to survive Loom. Also what he uses to play Birthright and Conquest.
Personality: Will show in IC.
Biography: Donny is, for all intents and purposes, a pretty normal guy. His family moved to Loom after some war broke out in their old country, and Donny grew up around mostly humans. If it wasn’t for the news and the occasional meeting, one would think that Donny grew up in a world without angels, demons, or even magics. As his father was highly distrustful towards magic, no one in his family ever learned to harness it. Donny was always an imaginative kid, and even as a young adult he had a childlike eagerness for all things fantasy and mythical. HIs father hated this part about him, as Donny often indulged in his fantasies like a nerd: playing games, reading books, and generally losing himself in a world of magic instead of his mundane reality.
While Donny was still a teenager, his parents were both struck with cancer. It was inevitable really, due to the way they lived back in their old country. Barely a year passed and they were moved to a facility where they were essentially put onto life support. Despite their differences, neither Donny nor his siblings wanted their parents to pass away. They thought maybe if they used magic, they could save their parents. But their time was done. Two years later, they passed away.
Since then most of the siblings had gone their separate ways. Donny’s older brother works for the government and got married. He’s an accountant and helps manages the finances of one of the local branches. Donny’s little sister attends Master Melody’s Academy for Fine Arts, and is showing to be a very promising Muscian, both magically and musically. Donny’s Older sister is actually the Leader of Human Resource as Omnibites. As for Donny himself, for a while he was nothing more than a vagrant, living in his car while searching for something to do with his life. But without an income, Donny lived that life for only a few months before his sister got him a job at one of the Branch Offices of Omnibites. He’s been working as one of their food couriers, and while his bosses often lament how careless he is and that he tends to be dangerous (As a driver), he’s one of their best couriers in the business.
Alias/Nickname: The Don, Quickie
Age: 22
Race: Human
Appearance:
Social Status: Just a courier of Omnibites, a big fast food conglomerate that controls nearly every fast food join in Loom. Has the reputation for being one of the fastest delivery boys in the business.
Relations: Has siblings: One older brother and two sisters, one younger and one older. Both parents have passed away. Pretty well-known at work, with many friends and few enemies.
General Activity: Has a full-time job working for Omnibites. He works four days a week, with weekends and Friday’s off, from five am to four pm. On his day’s off if he’s not just relaxing at home, he’s roaming the streets to maintain his turf… In an online game called “Birthright and Conquest”. More details below.
Abilities:
Driving Skills - Donny’s skill behind the wheels is best, next to none. He has an innate ability to just know how to use most vehicles to it’s best. This allows him to be really good at delivering food while avoiding any accidents, traffics, or even spilling the food.
Highly Coordinated - Donny is pretty good at games. Like really good. Anything that requires reflex or precision, he’s insanely good at. It’s why he’s so good at Birthright and Conquest, as it is a real-time fighting game that requires very sharp reflexes to master.
Pyromancy - Donny has never studied or used magic before, but he’s a latent pyromancer. Currently he knows no actual fire magics, though he’s notably immune to any harm that comes from flames or heat, though he's still vulnerable to suffocating from lack of oxygen or smoke. This allows him to eat super hot and spicy foods with ease, which are his favorite food.
Equipment:
Business Bike - This ramshackled looking bicycle is Donny’s main mode of transportation aside from his own two feet. Made up of various bits and pieces he’s gathered over the years, it’s a very study, high performance bike that can hit up to 50 miles per hour whenever Donny gives it his all.
Butterfly Knife - Donny’s only real weapon. For both utility and self-defense, though Donny himself isn’t really a fighter. His knife was a gift from his uncle, who’s wife is an angel. While made of mortal steel, it has a demon-bane enchantment, allowing even a cut to deliver a lot of pain to a demon.
Omniscience IV - A fancy smartphone Donny uses for his everyday life. With a 20 hour battery life and a cellphone plan that works even if Donny is in hell, he relies on this to survive Loom. Also what he uses to play Birthright and Conquest.
Personality: Will show in IC.
Biography: Donny is, for all intents and purposes, a pretty normal guy. His family moved to Loom after some war broke out in their old country, and Donny grew up around mostly humans. If it wasn’t for the news and the occasional meeting, one would think that Donny grew up in a world without angels, demons, or even magics. As his father was highly distrustful towards magic, no one in his family ever learned to harness it. Donny was always an imaginative kid, and even as a young adult he had a childlike eagerness for all things fantasy and mythical. HIs father hated this part about him, as Donny often indulged in his fantasies like a nerd: playing games, reading books, and generally losing himself in a world of magic instead of his mundane reality.
While Donny was still a teenager, his parents were both struck with cancer. It was inevitable really, due to the way they lived back in their old country. Barely a year passed and they were moved to a facility where they were essentially put onto life support. Despite their differences, neither Donny nor his siblings wanted their parents to pass away. They thought maybe if they used magic, they could save their parents. But their time was done. Two years later, they passed away.
Since then most of the siblings had gone their separate ways. Donny’s older brother works for the government and got married. He’s an accountant and helps manages the finances of one of the local branches. Donny’s little sister attends Master Melody’s Academy for Fine Arts, and is showing to be a very promising Muscian, both magically and musically. Donny’s Older sister is actually the Leader of Human Resource as Omnibites. As for Donny himself, for a while he was nothing more than a vagrant, living in his car while searching for something to do with his life. But without an income, Donny lived that life for only a few months before his sister got him a job at one of the Branch Offices of Omnibites. He’s been working as one of their food couriers, and while his bosses often lament how careless he is and that he tends to be dangerous (As a driver), he’s one of their best couriers in the business.
GM
Wind Wild A sprinkle of Weird
Member
Seen
9 mos ago
Hazumi
From ~20-50 years ago
Theme Song
(vocal starts at 1:50)
Name: Hazumi
Alias: Essence (of the World), Violin, Chime, Motherslayer
Age: apparent: 27; actual: pieces of her existed in one shape or another since the creation of the worlds 7000 years ago. Hazumi as a single entity was created approximately 245 years ago.
Race: Demigod – Hazumi’s essence is a combination of Heaven and Hell’s Gates and Gatekeepers and those of thousands of other individuals of all races. As such her existence is strongly intertwined with that of the 3 worlds and all the creatures inhabiting them. She can feel all essence in the world and somewhat influence it as well.
Appearance: If she was to be judged by her chestnut-coloured hair and average build, Hazumi would hardly stand out in a crowd with anything but her slightly taller frame. She dresses in elegant feminine dresses but doesn’t wear make-up or jewelry or any other methods of catching the eye. However it’s a mistake to say she could go down the street unnoticed. Even those who don’t meet her unblinking golden eyes would immediately be stricken by the unnatural aura curling around her like a visible frost-like wind, dying strands of her hair pearly white and making her skin and clothes shimmer. It’s something one couldn’t ignore even if they aren’t looking directly at her. While Hazumi cannot completely hide it, she can somewhat control it, either making its effects harmless to the eye and soul or on the contrary – enhancing it to the point of harming nearby creatures. As a result of this aura she can hardly ever go unnoticed wherever she goes and mostly stays at the Academy where it’s less likely to attract any unwanted attention or tempt any unfortunate demons.
Since she lost her wings, Hazumi has replaced them with a big tattoo on her back depicting a samurai warrior- an almost mythological creature which she finds to represent her mindset quite well. She often shows off that tattoo during the many balls and dances taking place at the Academy by wearing open-back dresses and putting her hair up in a pony-tail.
Social Status: Hazumi is well-known and recognized as the biggest existing piece of the Essence and is hence generally revered for her role in monitoring the peace on the Surface.
Relations: She is on good terms with almost everyone at the Academy and works closely with the representatives of the three races. Outside of the facility her relationships are minimal.
General Activity: Hazumi is the “Sight” of Master Melody’s Academy – as such it’s her responsibility to overlook the essence torrents in the world and monitor that the essence of angels and demons is balanced out. Although the official position is called “Sight”, she doesn’t really need to employ her eyes to do the job – she literally feels any imbalance occurring as a soul is extinguished or sent back to the void before its time. As soon as she’s felt that happen, she takes a note of the location and essence imprint of the culprit and alerts the Peace-keepers – the council of nine representatives, 3 of each race, who then decide whether to pursue the Renegade and allow a Vendetta to the race that has been wronged. Her monitoring activity is a full-time job that would drive any living creature insane, however it comes natural to Hazumi and it doesn’t seem to affect her in any way. In fact, in her opinion, her position in the Academy is a very lax one and most often she finds time to teach the Academy students history or train them in battle.
On occasion she would personally take a matter into her own hands and pursue a Renegade on her own accord. She has also been known to leave the Academy on short notice and not explain why, however people presume that when she does it is to tamper with the strings of Fate.
Personality: The first word anyone can think of to describe Hazumi with is “confident” and the second is often “arrogant”. Despite her high-and-mighty attitude Hazumi isn’t a selfish person and mostly does what she does for the “greater good of the masses”. That is not to say her motives are entirely altruistic – what she gets from her job is personal satisfaction and the opportunity to put one or two misfits in their right place. Respectively, while she can be extremely understanding, selfless and generous, she can also be witty and clever in a more negative way. Another trait that evokes polarized reactions is her somewhat parental attitude towards most everyone – an unavoidable result of having existed for so long in the shape of both Gates and Gatekeepers.
Biography:
The dark Battle Angel [-]
In the records of history the name of Hazumi stands as that of a dark angel born to the fallen angel Kristine. Being a dark angel, she was denied all the privileges pure or even grey angels had – social status, trust, acceptance, and most of all – education. She was never included in the big educational classes most angels attended at the time in order to learn about the humans, demons and the angels. In the rare cases when she got to visit the Council building she was bestowed with looks full of distrust and even disgust. All the Council required was for her to leave one of her feathers in the Book of Fate so they could keep track of her deeds, and she was pretty sure no one cared enough to do even that. If they had done, they might have realised a truth far greater than their most daring guesses and might have been able to act to stop the tragedy to come some 25 years later.
At first Hazumi didn’t think much of that treatment as her mother was doing her best to teach her everything about all kinds of demons, even the ones in Hell. Her mother cared for her and her education and gave her a purpose – being powerless herself it was up to Hazumi to protect her from any of the countless demons that targeted her daily. That’s how the little dark angel started fighting – much earlier than her pure counterparts – and she became undefeatable and ruthless. She didn’t care who had to die for her mother to live. At that point her life wasn’t yet hollow and lonely. She had found friends – a protected family of vampires with two sons her age. She loved them almost as much as she loved her mother… and they were her only salvation when Hazumi had to make the toughest decision in her life. When she realized that consuming demon flesh isn’t natural for angels. That her mother was actually a monster… and deserved to die.
After the deed was done it was the vampire brothers that she came to for comfort. But instead of that what she received was judgment herself. Her neck was ripped open and it’s was mystery how she survived what should have killed her. The huge claw-like scar that remains spread out across the left side of her neck is said to be her mother's last deed and her curse. In fact it was her best friend, Jed, who was responsible for it. Having to dispose of her mother was the toughest decision Hazumi ever had to make. Yet she was certain she was right to do so, and she devoted her entire life to the Council after.
The Essence of the World [-]
It was a decade of loyal service after that the mystery of her life started to unravel itself. A mystery that only few could have guessed but one that would tie all the loose strings of chance into a tight knot of careful planning and scheming – a plan started by the ancient demon lord known as the Fleshshaper even before the Great War. He had found a way to combine the flesh, and thus – essence, of all living creatures to create what some called constructs, and others – chimeras. Those creatures were foreign to the world and shouldn’t have been possible, however… there they were. And the instruments that were the Gates, finely tuned to preserve the balance in the worlds and keep all species in the worlds they belonged had no power over them…. As the demons slaughtered their way up to Heaven’s Gates and the Gatekeeper and Gate were both destroyed, Heaven crumbled down to the human world – the Surface. Blood and tears rained that day as death spread its long fingers to gently cradle the Worlds. And it wasn’t only angels that died. As Heaven’s Bate broke, Heaven’s essence itself washed over the human world, instantly killing all weak demons and severely wounding the strongest ones. The demons had won but were forced to retreat back to Hell as the Essence of Heaven and Surface intertwined and poisoned their own. Many died that day and many more didn’t. Among them there were three creatures that would wish they had. Those were the remaining Gate and Gatekeepers. The change of the lifescape put additional pressure on those unfortunate beings, causing Hell’s Gate and Gatekeeper to ail and Luciana to go insane.
The outcome seemed like a total disaster for the angels and a hollow victory for the demons. However, not for all. Master of opportunism, the Fleshshaper managed to secretly gain more out of the war than everyone lost. In the chaos of the battles too many died to count and even more to try and retrieve. It was this gruesome graveyard that the Fleshshaper and his minions thrived in. Like vultures they faithfully collected all the bodies now deprived of life but not yet of an essence. And it was those pieces of essence that the Fleshshaper then combined to shape a being to transcend all three races – the first complete Chimera. A gruesome and unnatural collection of angels, demons and humans, all held together by the living heart of Gatekeeper Chime. For the next 746 years the creature was perfected in Hell, more and more souls weld together with it to enhance its power and understanding of the world and to stop it from becoming too rigid and vulnerable to change like the other Gates. His only obstacle was the lack of angel bodies in hell that he could use to balance the demonic and human essence out. Furthermore, he had lost Melody’s grace and even if he did pass the Gate, the angels that survived the Great War had organized in a strong organization named the Council, and they were a power to be reckoned with.
What changed the course of fate was the appearance of a certain human in his realm - a dark-haired woman called Kristine. She made a bargain with the demon – provided him with a human baby to shelter what he called Essence of the World and offered promised to raise it to glory – on the Surface. “She holds the essence of Heaven’s Gate – the Violin, in her core she is created to serve and she will always serve her creator.” The Fleshshaper thought, “It is only a matter of bringing up to her full potential.” The demon agreed, knowing that his time to regain the Essence would come. And so, he let her go with Kristine who nurtured her with a diet of steady essence that kept her from falling apart for 14 years. Kristine was aware of the power hidden away in the tiny body – it was obvious by the way she could quickly and easily morph into any being at will and even become new ones. She had to act carefully to convince the child it was nothing more but a Battle angel and not to allow the world to see what she saw – and what she’d seen in her visions as a Clairvoyant angel. She knew the disaster that would befall the world should Hazumi end up in the wrong hands and so she had opposed the Council and lost their grace in an attempt to change the future herself. Thus she had to make sure her bond to the child was the strongest one the Essence would recognize when the time came.
What no one reckoned with was just how strong the newborn creature’s loyalty would be. A loyalty to the whole world and not to any single individual. As Hazumi grew and learned, her heart kept searching for the “right” things to do and lead her to suddenly shift her fidelity from one individual to another. She didn’t know that what was urging her was the Gate’s desire to serve and the Gatekeeper’s wisdom, keeping her from blindly trusting anyone for no good reason. And so, as time mercilessly progressed, she devoted herself to the angelic Council thinking that time it was to last. However, it wasn’t meant to be. Engaging the Original angel Lucien in order to protect the Council from him lead her to find out more about them that she ever knew – about how they had actually corrupted the newborn angels for the sake of preserving hegemony over the Surface. With her belief shaken Hazumi was ready to follow anyone who expressed a desire to lead her – however, there was no one willing, not even Lucien who tried to teach to act for herself, oblivious of the fact that was impossible for her nature. For everyone she was just another stray Battle angel caught in the middle of chaos. For while Hell’s Gate was cracking and the angels and Luciana were desperately trying to prevent the disaster humans were oblivious about, the demons lords Szayeis and Ioi were after their own goals. And they weren’t the only ones. The Fleshshaper was stirring and so were the long-forgotten spirits of Jesu Christo and Judas Iscariot. In a time when everyone was fighting for what they believed in, Hazumi found herself unable to pick a side. All she knew was that she couldn’t trust anyone who wanted to destroy the Worlds she was born to protect.
And so, she did the only thing she thought wise at the time – surrendered herself completely to whoever wanted to lead her. But instead of an Instrument what she became was a weapon – a Sword, beckoning for a wielder.
Surrendering her consciousness, Hazumi was dormant for the next 20 years. When she awoke Hell’s Gate was broken, her wielder was defeated and the Surface was populated by much more demons than it’d ever been. Hazumi was then convinced by Luciana to surrender most of her power to the humans and so she did.
What remained was closer to an individual than the creation of the Fleshshaper – one capable of making her own decisions. The first such decision was to reopen and reform Master Melody’s Academy for Fine Arts – a place her former self had ruined herself. With a vision in mind, Hazumi called for all three races to elect 3 representatives each to form the Peace-keepers. Making it clear that peace is to rule the Surface and that no racial feud will go unnoticed, Hazumi has settled in the Academy, lending her power and knowledge to the students and staff while enjoying the world in all its beauty.
Abilities: The part of her abilities that Hazumi regularly demonstrates are her greatly diminished physical abilities when it comes to sparring and her skills in controlling or playing the academy’s Instruments. She’s also often seen to create creatures or objects made of visible essence but those are only to be used by her and mostly for show.
While it is common knowledge that Hazumi is currently the closest thing to a god to inhabit the world, her abilities are largely subject to speculation alone. Since she has returned to human form she has refused to engage in any political conflicts, leaving all the fighting to the shards of herself that now serve as Instruments and weapons to the humans. She also refuses to experiment with her power, even at the face of war, saying that “it has never been and never will be her job to decide what’s right or wrong in the world”.
Thus all that’s really known for sure is her ability to see the huge essence torrents cruising the worlds and that by pulling their strings she can alter them. Some scientists assume that due to her encompassing all previous Gates, she should be able to subdue any creature, but others claim that that power has been given away to the Instruments and what’s left in Hazumi are mere traces of the Violin and Harp. One thing is for sure, though, and that is that Hazumi will not cooperate with anyone wishing to know more than that, keeping her secrets and holding true to her decision not to interfere in any conflicts, no matter how big.
Themerlinhawk Aegis Kai Doru
Member
Seen
2 yrs ago
Name: Ian Snyder
Nickname: Koshmar
Age: 39
Race: Human
Appearance:
Ian
Koshmar’s Theme
Ian’s Theme
Social Status: After graduating the academy Ian spent much of his time running missions for the academy as a musician. With the disappearance of Iris and then Sam; Ian began running his own agenda of missions. Due to his increasingly more brutal methods and unsanctioned missions Ian has become a social pariah; at best a sort of necessary evil.
Relations: Ian has few if any friends as his multiple personalities tend to cause problems with anyone he becomes close to. With the disappearance of Sam and Iris, Ian has largely given up relations. One of the few exceptions appears to be his relationship with his father in law Lazarus; the two seem to get along well enough.
General Activity: Whenever Ian is not training, playing pubs, or busy brooding Ian spends his time running missions against the new group of Angels who have appeared in Loom and began causing trouble. With Lazarus retirement and the disappearance of Hazumi Ian’s missions have become increasingly desperate and frantic.
Abilities:
Filipino Stick Fighting- Ian carries a pair of Asps (collapsable police batons) which he is an expert in using in tandem during a fight. As a child of two parents who were never home and a trust fund child Ian had to find ways to entertain himself. One of the ways he entertained himself was by learning martial arts; which included Filipino stick fighting as well as the sword art behind the stick fighting. With his completion of academy training Ian upgraded the sticks to a pair of traditional filipino blades in addition to the collapsable Asps.
Bok Fu Do- Growing up on the west coast of america meant Ian had access to a form of Western martial arts known as Bok Fu Do which takes the best of several different martial arts and Incorporates them into one effective aggressive martial art originally developed by Richard Lee a student of the Tracey Kenpo system. Ian has since progressed within the system and was given his eighth degree Black Belt by the great granddaughter of System Master Buckley.
Paramilitary Academy Training- Ian finished his time at the academy and left as an incredibly trained operative. The presence of Solus Grim at the academy as a combat instructor combined with Lazarus lead to Ian being trained to the highest level.
Equipment: Aside from Fidrieon Ian carries a pair of collapsible metal police batons on his lower back, a set of no less than four fully automatic Glock .45 handguns with extended magazines. A Scar-L model Assault rifle modified for a higher rate of fire, and higher accuracy. Ian has also amassed a significant armory of other current military grade hardware as well as some more cutting edge military tech.
Namshiel the Thorned Hunter: A Demon mask which houses an ancient Demon from the depths of Hell. The creature is capable of transforming Ian in a supernatural humanoid hunter with increased, speed, senses, strength and durability. Namshiel also has the unfortunate side effect of reducing Ian’s ability to tell friend from foe.
Personality: Ian suffers from a phobia known as Oneirophobia or the fear of dreams. Fidrieon’s personality, Koshmar, manifests in Ian’s nightmares. While Koshmar does not have an actual form it takes the form of whatever nightmare Ian is having (Ian never dreams he only has nightmares). While Ian is trapped in this nightmare or the deep sleep that occurs after the nightmare Koshmar is free for the next eight to twelve hours to take control of Ian’s body. While this makes most think Ian suffers from multiple personality disorder this isn’t actually the case. Koshmar is not a part of Ian’s personality it is actually a separate entity.
Koshmar is a socially graceful, predatory individual that loved tormenting Ian psychologically. Since Koshmar was crushed by Ian and Iris psyche Koshmar has become more docile and eager to help Ian. Many suspect that he is actually trying to manipulate Ian but Ian has grown accustomed to Koshmar’s presence
Biography: Ian is a rich American kid who grew up as an only child in a family where both his parents worked and generally left him to his own devices. Ian never attended High school though as his parents pulled him from school after junior high as they had lost faith in the education system. Ian was privately educated all through highschool and since his parents generally only directed the core curriculum. As a result Ian took up music and Martial Arts to fill his spare time. Up until this point Ian had been a bit of a spoiled brat but when he started training in his martial arts that was quickly beaten out of him and his current set of character traits started to develope as his martial skills started to do the same. After six years of training every single day for between three and five hours Ian had achieved his sixth degree in Bok Fu Do. Ian’s rise through the ranks was unprecedented, especially given that in tandem he had been studying street survival techniques and Filipino stick fighting. When he turned 18 his parents were ready to ship him off to a private college to get a degree in some buisness useful subject however Ian refused and instead was admitted to the Academy where he completed his education.
After meeting and falling in love with Lazarus’ daughter Iris; Ian graduated from the Academy and originally ran missions to assist the academy. Following the disappearance of Hazumi and the academy forbidding him from going after Sam; Ian hit upon a different mission. While he never gave up on Sam the appearance of Lashiel. Much of Ian’s last year and a half have been spent countering the terrorist Lashiel’s moves as his leads on the location of Hazumi, Iris and Sam long since dried up.
Nickname: Koshmar
Age: 39
Race: Human
Appearance:
Ian
Koshmar’s Theme
Ian’s Theme
Social Status: After graduating the academy Ian spent much of his time running missions for the academy as a musician. With the disappearance of Iris and then Sam; Ian began running his own agenda of missions. Due to his increasingly more brutal methods and unsanctioned missions Ian has become a social pariah; at best a sort of necessary evil.
Relations: Ian has few if any friends as his multiple personalities tend to cause problems with anyone he becomes close to. With the disappearance of Sam and Iris, Ian has largely given up relations. One of the few exceptions appears to be his relationship with his father in law Lazarus; the two seem to get along well enough.
General Activity: Whenever Ian is not training, playing pubs, or busy brooding Ian spends his time running missions against the new group of Angels who have appeared in Loom and began causing trouble. With Lazarus retirement and the disappearance of Hazumi Ian’s missions have become increasingly desperate and frantic.
Abilities:
Filipino Stick Fighting- Ian carries a pair of Asps (collapsable police batons) which he is an expert in using in tandem during a fight. As a child of two parents who were never home and a trust fund child Ian had to find ways to entertain himself. One of the ways he entertained himself was by learning martial arts; which included Filipino stick fighting as well as the sword art behind the stick fighting. With his completion of academy training Ian upgraded the sticks to a pair of traditional filipino blades in addition to the collapsable Asps.
Bok Fu Do- Growing up on the west coast of america meant Ian had access to a form of Western martial arts known as Bok Fu Do which takes the best of several different martial arts and Incorporates them into one effective aggressive martial art originally developed by Richard Lee a student of the Tracey Kenpo system. Ian has since progressed within the system and was given his eighth degree Black Belt by the great granddaughter of System Master Buckley.
Paramilitary Academy Training- Ian finished his time at the academy and left as an incredibly trained operative. The presence of Solus Grim at the academy as a combat instructor combined with Lazarus lead to Ian being trained to the highest level.
Fidrieon is a two piece nickel plated flute, giving it a dark black sheen, however due to the fact that it's a Fragment it also functions and a makeshift escrima stick which is often what Ian is forced to use when combating the supernatural. Shifting from playing Fidrieon to fighting with his batons is usually difficult.
Fragment Abilities
Chromatic Fall: By overblowing through a full chromatic fall Ian can force individuals and objects around him away from him. The louder the fall the harder the push. The greater the range the longer the push lasts
Space chord: Ian plays a series of notes which Fidrieon holds, the notes are purposefully dissonant and resound off of each other cause extreme pain in individuals hearing them.
Sharp: Ian invests essence in Fidrieon and the melodies he plays can physically cut his opponents via directed essence expended from Fidrieon
Circular Breathing: By playing a single sustained note Ian can hold an individual in place so long as he continues to play the note.
Growl: By playing a melody and then humming a different set of notes while playing the melody Ian can strike fear into the hearts of those around him causing them to feel the overwhelming need to run from him and the sound of Fidrieon
Fragment Personality: Fidrieon’s personality goes by the name Koshmar and is a (mostly) functioning secondary personality with likes and dislikes. However Koshmar suffers from a moderate form of Sociopathy and Ian suspects that he is responsible for more than a few murders. Koshmar has taken to being Ian’s close confidant and advisor
Fragment Abilities
Chromatic Fall: By overblowing through a full chromatic fall Ian can force individuals and objects around him away from him. The louder the fall the harder the push. The greater the range the longer the push lasts
Space chord: Ian plays a series of notes which Fidrieon holds, the notes are purposefully dissonant and resound off of each other cause extreme pain in individuals hearing them.
Sharp: Ian invests essence in Fidrieon and the melodies he plays can physically cut his opponents via directed essence expended from Fidrieon
Circular Breathing: By playing a single sustained note Ian can hold an individual in place so long as he continues to play the note.
Growl: By playing a melody and then humming a different set of notes while playing the melody Ian can strike fear into the hearts of those around him causing them to feel the overwhelming need to run from him and the sound of Fidrieon
Fragment Personality: Fidrieon’s personality goes by the name Koshmar and is a (mostly) functioning secondary personality with likes and dislikes. However Koshmar suffers from a moderate form of Sociopathy and Ian suspects that he is responsible for more than a few murders. Koshmar has taken to being Ian’s close confidant and advisor
Equipment: Aside from Fidrieon Ian carries a pair of collapsible metal police batons on his lower back, a set of no less than four fully automatic Glock .45 handguns with extended magazines. A Scar-L model Assault rifle modified for a higher rate of fire, and higher accuracy. Ian has also amassed a significant armory of other current military grade hardware as well as some more cutting edge military tech.
Namshiel the Thorned Hunter: A Demon mask which houses an ancient Demon from the depths of Hell. The creature is capable of transforming Ian in a supernatural humanoid hunter with increased, speed, senses, strength and durability. Namshiel also has the unfortunate side effect of reducing Ian’s ability to tell friend from foe.
Personality: Ian suffers from a phobia known as Oneirophobia or the fear of dreams. Fidrieon’s personality, Koshmar, manifests in Ian’s nightmares. While Koshmar does not have an actual form it takes the form of whatever nightmare Ian is having (Ian never dreams he only has nightmares). While Ian is trapped in this nightmare or the deep sleep that occurs after the nightmare Koshmar is free for the next eight to twelve hours to take control of Ian’s body. While this makes most think Ian suffers from multiple personality disorder this isn’t actually the case. Koshmar is not a part of Ian’s personality it is actually a separate entity.
Koshmar is a socially graceful, predatory individual that loved tormenting Ian psychologically. Since Koshmar was crushed by Ian and Iris psyche Koshmar has become more docile and eager to help Ian. Many suspect that he is actually trying to manipulate Ian but Ian has grown accustomed to Koshmar’s presence
Biography: Ian is a rich American kid who grew up as an only child in a family where both his parents worked and generally left him to his own devices. Ian never attended High school though as his parents pulled him from school after junior high as they had lost faith in the education system. Ian was privately educated all through highschool and since his parents generally only directed the core curriculum. As a result Ian took up music and Martial Arts to fill his spare time. Up until this point Ian had been a bit of a spoiled brat but when he started training in his martial arts that was quickly beaten out of him and his current set of character traits started to develope as his martial skills started to do the same. After six years of training every single day for between three and five hours Ian had achieved his sixth degree in Bok Fu Do. Ian’s rise through the ranks was unprecedented, especially given that in tandem he had been studying street survival techniques and Filipino stick fighting. When he turned 18 his parents were ready to ship him off to a private college to get a degree in some buisness useful subject however Ian refused and instead was admitted to the Academy where he completed his education.
After meeting and falling in love with Lazarus’ daughter Iris; Ian graduated from the Academy and originally ran missions to assist the academy. Following the disappearance of Hazumi and the academy forbidding him from going after Sam; Ian hit upon a different mission. While he never gave up on Sam the appearance of Lashiel. Much of Ian’s last year and a half have been spent countering the terrorist Lashiel’s moves as his leads on the location of Hazumi, Iris and Sam long since dried up.
Name: Shaylee Carter
Alias/Nickname: Shay
Age: 23
Race: Human
Appearance:
Social Status:
Relations: Shaylee’s is one of the great-great-great-great Grandchildren of Howard Carter; the archeologist who found the tomb of King Tutankhamun. Shaylee’s family has a family tradition of sending their second child to study at Trinity College. Shaylee was not the exception and was sent to live in Ireland when she turned nineteen to study at the college. In her time there she sat through a guest lecture with Dr. Thomas Finch who had retired almost two centuries ago. After discovering in her third year that she was gifted in magic she sought out the Resurrection mage and moved in as a way to get him to tutor her. When Lazarus learned what magic she was talented in he quickly moved her and all of her possession from England and Trinity to Finch’s Loft in County Kerry to instruct her.
General Activity: Almost all of Shaylee’s time is consumed in lessons. In addition to a rigorous set of courses in Archeology to complete her MA in Archeology; Shaylee also studies the classics. Lazarus insisted that she be able to play music, draw, paint, speak at least two languages in addition to Gaelic and Ancient Egyptian (her choices were Arabic and Latin). When Shaylee is not training her mind she studies swordplay, parkour, and Wing chun under Lazarus direction as well as knowing how to use a variety of firearms. The last of Shaylee’s time is consumed in studying magic.
Abilities:
Necromancy- Shaylee is not naturally proficient with magic however, with the build up of essence in the world it appears to have caused a change in Shaylee’s abilities. Shaylee is a wholly new type of Necromancer: A Spirit Mage.
Lift the Veil- Shaylee’s essence sight allows her to see the dead in the form they existed in just prior to their death making her capable of identifying souls on sight. Shaylee can also read a souls thoughts simply by looking at it. This ability only works on souls which are not in a living person.
Call Dead- Shaylee can locate the recently dead and any dead who still linger due to negative emotions of bindings which are keeping them in a particular place.
Command- Shaylee is capable of commanding Ethereal undead. While she is yet to encounter a truly powerful shade Shaylee’s powers seem to be nigh unstoppable when it comes to damaged or weak souls
Linger- Shaylee can bind a soul to a particular object or location however unlike other necromancers Shaylee can allow the spirit to manifest and act within a set of rules that she sets for the shade
Create Geist- With angry or vengeful dead linger in the places where they died ready to unleash their rage on those unsuspecting persons who wander into their haunts. Shaylee is capable of directing these angry spirits freeing them from their haunts, arming them and pointing them in the direction she wants allowing her to use them as incredibly dangerous spirit soldiers.
Ectoplasmic Blade- The slow deterioration of damaged souls has begun to leave behind deposits of essence which Shaylee can force into physical manifestation. The substance is psychoreactive and capable of mimicking a variety of properties which the manifestor can impose upon the substance. Shaylee has only recently begun to make use of the Ectoplasm as Lazarus has sarcastically named the substance. Currently Shaylee is capable of manifesting a variety of bladed weapons and a few other simple manifestations of it.
Ectoplasmic bolt- Shaylee is capable of causing the material she manifest to become super heated which makes it an incredibly lethal and destructive substance which she can launch at her enemies. The impact is incredibly destructive and causes the substance to splatter like a magical napalm.
Possession- Shaylee has begun work on the ability to not only manipulate her own essence but that of the ghosts she encounters to force them into other vessels. Currently Shaylee can force the essence of Demons and Angels into weak willed humans. As her powers grow Lazarus speculates she may be able to switch bodies with or simply possess other bodies with her own essence as well as force human souls into angelic or demonic bodies. At this point it is merely speculation.
Wreath of Souls- Shaylee’s defensive magic of choice is to take lingering dead essence and form it into a semisolid shield around her to deflect incoming spells and projectiles. This spell requires more attention the longer she maintains it and the more solid it is. Shaylee can manifest it to swat away low speed kinetic projectiles, melee weapons and low yield energy based spells. Any more than that requires her to devote more attention and magic away from offense to her defense.
Evocation- Shaylee has a decent grasp of basic evocation magic.
Enforce Will- While not nearly as powerful as Lazarus ability to manifest his thoughts as kinetic force Shaylee is relatively capable of doing the same
Alchemy- Shaylee is a capable alchemist and has continued to develop her own style of Alchemy under Lazarus guidance.
Equipment:
Canopic Jars- Shaylee has taken to her heritage and makes use of a set of Canopic jars that Lazarus helped her to craft. They act as vessels for Shaylee’s servitor shades.
Mummification wraps- In keeping with her adopted style of magic Shaylee is capable of crafting sets of linen wraps which can be used to rapidly wrap an individual. They are much more durable than normal linen and can cover a person within a few seconds of the rolled up linen being thrown at the person.
Khepri- An alchemically grafted electrum and steel Khopesh which Lazarus helped Shaylee craft. The blade has be accelerated in it's hardening as Lazarus has refined his method for enhancing the properties of the metal. The core of the hilt is similar to Esperacchius as it can store essence for later use however the sword is not a Soul Vessel like Dracul is. Lazarus has purposefully kept the secrets of Dracul’s creation away from Shaylee as he has deemed it too dangerous for her to make use of. Khepri has been prepared for conversion into a Soul Vessel unbenounced to Shaylee.
Rings- Shaylee wears two rings on each hand which store kinetic energy. The rings are replicas of the rings that Lazarus wears and are also capable of releasing their stored energy in controlled bursts. Shaylee’s differ in that while Lazarus’ rings deliver the force in solid flat planes Shaylee’s deliver the force in focused points. While Lazarus can knock down a wall with a single punch Shaylee can put a thousand tiny holes in the wall causing it to collapse. The only drawback to Shaylee’s rings is that they deplete much more quickly as they divide the stored force into however many smaller points of contact that Shaylee needs
Personality: Will Show IC
Biography:
Born outside of Stratford-upon-Avon Shaylee grew up on her parents estate which was a summer home of her great grandparents. Much of her instruction was delivered by a string of private tutors hired by her parents. After she finished her primary education she was packed up and shipped off to Trinity as a average member of the Carter family. While at Trinity Shaylee began to develope a minor magical talent but it never developed into something to write home about until she was attacked by a tormented spirit.
One night after classes Shaylee left campus to go drinking with some friends. The pub was subsequently attacked by an incredibly distorted Spirit. The spirit was the mangled remains of a local drunk who had recently been murdered and whom the police had failed to catch the killer. Shaylee found herself capable of seeing the poltergeist, and when it came for her, Shaylee was capable of repelling and then subduing the attacking spirit. Shortly thereafter Dr. Finch gave his lecture on Necromancy and ancient civilizations.
Shaylee decided that she would convince Lazarus to teach her magic if it was the last thing she did. After almost being killed by Finch’s Lofts defenses Shaylee made her case to Lazarus who upon learning of her unique gift agreed to take over her education on behalf of Trinity college.
Alias/Nickname: Shay
Age: 23
Race: Human
Appearance:
Social Status:
Relations: Shaylee’s is one of the great-great-great-great Grandchildren of Howard Carter; the archeologist who found the tomb of King Tutankhamun. Shaylee’s family has a family tradition of sending their second child to study at Trinity College. Shaylee was not the exception and was sent to live in Ireland when she turned nineteen to study at the college. In her time there she sat through a guest lecture with Dr. Thomas Finch who had retired almost two centuries ago. After discovering in her third year that she was gifted in magic she sought out the Resurrection mage and moved in as a way to get him to tutor her. When Lazarus learned what magic she was talented in he quickly moved her and all of her possession from England and Trinity to Finch’s Loft in County Kerry to instruct her.
General Activity: Almost all of Shaylee’s time is consumed in lessons. In addition to a rigorous set of courses in Archeology to complete her MA in Archeology; Shaylee also studies the classics. Lazarus insisted that she be able to play music, draw, paint, speak at least two languages in addition to Gaelic and Ancient Egyptian (her choices were Arabic and Latin). When Shaylee is not training her mind she studies swordplay, parkour, and Wing chun under Lazarus direction as well as knowing how to use a variety of firearms. The last of Shaylee’s time is consumed in studying magic.
Abilities:
Necromancy- Shaylee is not naturally proficient with magic however, with the build up of essence in the world it appears to have caused a change in Shaylee’s abilities. Shaylee is a wholly new type of Necromancer: A Spirit Mage.
Lift the Veil- Shaylee’s essence sight allows her to see the dead in the form they existed in just prior to their death making her capable of identifying souls on sight. Shaylee can also read a souls thoughts simply by looking at it. This ability only works on souls which are not in a living person.
Call Dead- Shaylee can locate the recently dead and any dead who still linger due to negative emotions of bindings which are keeping them in a particular place.
Command- Shaylee is capable of commanding Ethereal undead. While she is yet to encounter a truly powerful shade Shaylee’s powers seem to be nigh unstoppable when it comes to damaged or weak souls
Linger- Shaylee can bind a soul to a particular object or location however unlike other necromancers Shaylee can allow the spirit to manifest and act within a set of rules that she sets for the shade
Create Geist- With angry or vengeful dead linger in the places where they died ready to unleash their rage on those unsuspecting persons who wander into their haunts. Shaylee is capable of directing these angry spirits freeing them from their haunts, arming them and pointing them in the direction she wants allowing her to use them as incredibly dangerous spirit soldiers.
Ectoplasmic Blade- The slow deterioration of damaged souls has begun to leave behind deposits of essence which Shaylee can force into physical manifestation. The substance is psychoreactive and capable of mimicking a variety of properties which the manifestor can impose upon the substance. Shaylee has only recently begun to make use of the Ectoplasm as Lazarus has sarcastically named the substance. Currently Shaylee is capable of manifesting a variety of bladed weapons and a few other simple manifestations of it.
Ectoplasmic bolt- Shaylee is capable of causing the material she manifest to become super heated which makes it an incredibly lethal and destructive substance which she can launch at her enemies. The impact is incredibly destructive and causes the substance to splatter like a magical napalm.
Possession- Shaylee has begun work on the ability to not only manipulate her own essence but that of the ghosts she encounters to force them into other vessels. Currently Shaylee can force the essence of Demons and Angels into weak willed humans. As her powers grow Lazarus speculates she may be able to switch bodies with or simply possess other bodies with her own essence as well as force human souls into angelic or demonic bodies. At this point it is merely speculation.
Wreath of Souls- Shaylee’s defensive magic of choice is to take lingering dead essence and form it into a semisolid shield around her to deflect incoming spells and projectiles. This spell requires more attention the longer she maintains it and the more solid it is. Shaylee can manifest it to swat away low speed kinetic projectiles, melee weapons and low yield energy based spells. Any more than that requires her to devote more attention and magic away from offense to her defense.
Evocation- Shaylee has a decent grasp of basic evocation magic.
Enforce Will- While not nearly as powerful as Lazarus ability to manifest his thoughts as kinetic force Shaylee is relatively capable of doing the same
Alchemy- Shaylee is a capable alchemist and has continued to develop her own style of Alchemy under Lazarus guidance.
Equipment:
Canopic Jars- Shaylee has taken to her heritage and makes use of a set of Canopic jars that Lazarus helped her to craft. They act as vessels for Shaylee’s servitor shades.
Mummification wraps- In keeping with her adopted style of magic Shaylee is capable of crafting sets of linen wraps which can be used to rapidly wrap an individual. They are much more durable than normal linen and can cover a person within a few seconds of the rolled up linen being thrown at the person.
Khepri- An alchemically grafted electrum and steel Khopesh which Lazarus helped Shaylee craft. The blade has be accelerated in it's hardening as Lazarus has refined his method for enhancing the properties of the metal. The core of the hilt is similar to Esperacchius as it can store essence for later use however the sword is not a Soul Vessel like Dracul is. Lazarus has purposefully kept the secrets of Dracul’s creation away from Shaylee as he has deemed it too dangerous for her to make use of. Khepri has been prepared for conversion into a Soul Vessel unbenounced to Shaylee.
Rings- Shaylee wears two rings on each hand which store kinetic energy. The rings are replicas of the rings that Lazarus wears and are also capable of releasing their stored energy in controlled bursts. Shaylee’s differ in that while Lazarus’ rings deliver the force in solid flat planes Shaylee’s deliver the force in focused points. While Lazarus can knock down a wall with a single punch Shaylee can put a thousand tiny holes in the wall causing it to collapse. The only drawback to Shaylee’s rings is that they deplete much more quickly as they divide the stored force into however many smaller points of contact that Shaylee needs
Personality: Will Show IC
Biography:
Born outside of Stratford-upon-Avon Shaylee grew up on her parents estate which was a summer home of her great grandparents. Much of her instruction was delivered by a string of private tutors hired by her parents. After she finished her primary education she was packed up and shipped off to Trinity as a average member of the Carter family. While at Trinity Shaylee began to develope a minor magical talent but it never developed into something to write home about until she was attacked by a tormented spirit.
One night after classes Shaylee left campus to go drinking with some friends. The pub was subsequently attacked by an incredibly distorted Spirit. The spirit was the mangled remains of a local drunk who had recently been murdered and whom the police had failed to catch the killer. Shaylee found herself capable of seeing the poltergeist, and when it came for her, Shaylee was capable of repelling and then subduing the attacking spirit. Shortly thereafter Dr. Finch gave his lecture on Necromancy and ancient civilizations.
Shaylee decided that she would convince Lazarus to teach her magic if it was the last thing she did. After almost being killed by Finch’s Lofts defenses Shaylee made her case to Lazarus who upon learning of her unique gift agreed to take over her education on behalf of Trinity college.
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Azel
(only known around Loom as Azoth)
When he came to it was night. He had no recollection of where he was or how he had gotten here. Something had its jaws clenched around his ankles, biting so hard that he whimpered as he tried to move them. His bones were hurting so bad – as if every single one of them had been broken and repaired again right after, leaving his body in shock and unable to decide what it should feel – pain or relief. It was cold, he realised, and nothing more. It had settled so deep within him that it had become his only sensation. [insert beach]
The freezing ocean waves were crashing mercilessly against the rocky beach and he was but an unfortunate maggot in their way. How many years, or maybe mere months, would it have taken for his bones to be ground to fine white sand if he hadn’t awoken?
He shook his head. Ridiculous thoughts, what did they matter? Useless. Where was she? She mattered. He had to get to her. Ah, there it was – the light of the brilliant white feathers that always served as his lodestar in this messy and confusing world of dark shadows and blood. The only thing that was always there and the only thing he could ever be sure of. The soft glow was flattering the full moon above as a virgin priestess flatters the gods.
But there was something wrong, his drunk mind remarked, about his master. She wasn’t her usual lively, smiley self; she was still, oh so very still... As still as one can be. Worry crept up his spine, but worry gentle as a slithering snake and not sharp as spider feet. What kind of worry was that, he wondered as he approached; was it even real?
And there he was, next to her, clueless as to how his feet could move to take him to her when they couldn’t even hold him up a moment ago. But there he was, next to her. And there she was not.
Instead of his master there was a fake, a lifeless, mauled body, full of pain it could no longer feel. He cocked his head to the side, unable to grasp the situation at first, the paradox of something being there but not there striking him as utterly impossible at first. Oh but it happened to everyone, he remembered soon enough, when they returned to the void. When they perished. A sound escaped his throat, one that sounded like a whine at first but like a snicker all the same.
He leaned closer and turned her body around to look at the gorgeous face that he once loved. He wouldn’t love it now, that was certain, because there was nothing left to love. The eyes were gouged out, nose ripped apart in a blind fury that dislocated skin and crushed bone to create something new and completely different...
He smiled, a tender smile really, and not because he could remember the face whole. He leaned in, his long pointed tongue sliding out of his mouth to caress the harsh wounds. A thing she had made him do so, so often when she was hurt and wanted him to pretend being able to heal her. And it didn’t heal her now, as it never did.
Then he gently kissed her lips, or what was remaining of them anyway, and the kiss was so soft and so lovely in its ridiculousness. Her lips were swollen and cold and blue and damaged but they were more tender than they had ever been.
The edge of his sharp teeth grazed them one last time before severing them with ease. Blood filled his mouth, disgustingly cold but sweet and thick as honey and his kiss was comple. He was comple.
He was whole again.
~*~
The ocean is such a terrifying thing. Azel’s mind wandered an hour later, his gaze taking in the sight that was set in front of him. He hadn’t bulged for the past hour, save for the continuing shivers that cruised down his wet body and the limp flutter of the feather hanging from the side of his mouth. It’s endless like endless sorrow and loud as eternal pain. How can humans find such a thing enchanting? How can they worship this monster and willingly submit their children to its embrace? A wave roared as if responding to his silent question, sending its liquid fury to take him and bury him, once and for all. But it didn’t reach. It wouldn’t reach. Despite still sitting on the very same shore he had awakened on, Azel had moved, ever so slightly, further in-land. White foam reached his feet and made his lips curl.
This thick black void, those heavy hands reaching for him with their white bony fingers... that was Hell, wasn’t it? The roar of the ocean was the roar of his kin, trapped and confined in a prison somewhere far below. The waves shifted and moved and opened their mouths to scream at him to come back.
But all they could do is scream and reach for his feet. All they could do is spit at him with spite.
The sun started rising and dyed the ever struggling prisoners in the bright red that now matched his lover.
His master....
His …
?
Azel’s gaze slowly detached itself from the waves and moved back to the body spawned on the cliffs. She was so beautiful right now... much more beautiful than she’d ever been... and so, so much more hideous.
He had to smirk. His heart was breaking, pulled in two directions at the same time... Love, hate, joy and sorrow... His mind couldn’t pick a side and his heart couldn’t pick the right emotion to feel.
The feather in his mouth made a small loop. He had tried to extract the memories hidden within but it hadn’t worked. He was clueless as always. No, more than always. Because for “always” to exist, “Laura” had to exist.
I don’t need “always”. “Now” would suffice.
~*~
Those are the first memories Azel has of the Surface. To this day, he's still not sure how exactly he got here, or when. For the past 234 years he's had plenty of opportunity to find out but for some reason, he hasn't. What he knows is that somehow he'd become a Tamer's pet. He's unsure of the nature of their relationship but what it's left him with is a bittersweet memory and a pretty strong distaste for angels. Getting caught by Hazumi back in her dark-angel-days and forced to endure hers and Lucien's madness did little to change his view.
But few would notice that racism as he harbors the same feelings to much of his own kind. Perhaps he just favours the weak? His past history and reputation seems to suggest that… in a twisted way.
Azel was strongly involved in Judas’ war where he convinced Zi, a conscious shard of Hazumi, to help Loom's citizens by working on creating the first TWP gear. It was messy and crude and it took years but eventually they tipped the balance and overthrew Judas.
He may be something of an unsung hero but more than anything, Azel is a survivor... and an opportunist. Under the name of “Azoth” he saw the potential to develop the TWP into a product after the war and started a paralegal business with masks that allowed their wearer to inherit the skills of the soul that was used to create them. Despite the risks involved, the method carried on to become one of the greatest (and most dangerous) inventions of the century. The business grew and eventually became too troublesome to manage, so he sold it and moved on.
“Azoth” operates on the streets now. He gave up the expensive suit (for the most part) and the expensive watch (in favour of a slightly less expensive one). And he prefers staying out of the spotlight letting hushed voices do the business that was once printed on shiny paper. He deals in power, one way or another. He takes it, and he can give it to you. Rumour has it he’s starting a new endeavour, somehow connected to chimeras and their unique nature. But of course, it’s just a rumour.
Deorwine
Name: Deorwine
Alias/Nickname: Roanne Delmira
Age: Apparent/20 True/31
Race: Pure Angel
Appearance:
Wing Size: 16ft
Wing Color: Pure White
Type: Falcon
Social Status: Lone Guardian (little known by humans, angels, and demons)
Relations:
What are the Wings of Faith (TWoF)?
TWoF is a benevolent secret society, very small in number but large in purpose. It does not answer to Peacekeepers or any other authority of law, making it a renegade organization by definition. Instead, it is dedicated to the poor populations of Loom incapable of defending themselves or paying for proper care and protection. Thus, it works mostly to protect humans, but angels are sometimes involved as well, as they have long since become a part of the mortal sphere. Bonds of the Word and the Earth are not capable of distinguishing the race of people who utilize them, but it is more common than not for a guardian to abandon demons who gain use of these wards once their identity is discovered.
Members of TWoF take on a vow to protect the people of Loom. Each individual claims a precinct of the city and forms a small group to look after it. With the use of their ability to bond, they may perform a variety of actions, from rescuing folks in danger to curing the sick and injured who can't afford care. Outside these small groups, they don't formally communicate with other members of TWoF (meaning it is leaderless, and no one knows its exact numbers).
How does TWoF function?
The group in charge of a precinct spread word of their presence in two major ways--through churches and poor intercity communities. Pastors are provided with the sacred 'first' names of serving angels and pass around the incantation needed to activate the angelic wards of their precinct. Similarly, word of these incantations are spread through humanitarian centers and poor schools. Thus, the community in general is made aware of rune locations and how to access them, though the community also tends to guard this information from outsiders (like Peacekeepers).
When a person activates a bond, the angel basically drops everything to come and assist. They don't strive to conceal their identities (so they don't wear masks and things like that), but tend to blend so well into human society that not everyone who has activated a ward knows what human identity an angel may be attached to.
How do other organizations interact with TWoF?
TWoF is an organization “for the people,” and thus does not formally attach itself to any other group. However, isolation is impossible, and so TWoF does run into the agendas of other organizations at times. Although TWoF abstains from fatally harming those who attack its wards, death has been utilized as a tool for protection on rare occasions and thus members of TWoF occasionally appeared on the radar of Peacekeepers. It has no relations outside of this interaction, which is avoided as much as possible.
TWoF is seen as too small to be of great consequence, and because its objectives never spread from beyond helping poor and defenseless humans, it doesn't have a large role in the overall politics of the city. Even so, humans tend to have a high opinion of TWoF because of the selfless acts from angels it demands, and the organization could be blamed for giving some humans a higher opinion of all angels, promoting a not-entirely-true notion that all angels care for the well-being of humans.
Who are members of TWoF?
Adrian, Deorwine, and Malvina form the group of their precinct. All three of them are friends who share both duty and their 'human' lives. The runes of their precinct resemble graffiti, large cursive letters that spell “M.A.D.” The phrase to activate it, as rumor goes, is “absit iniuria.”
Name: Darlyn's Cafe
Owner: Eloise Martin
Staff Members: 22
Hours: 11am – 10pm (barista 3am)
Physical Description:
It's a small American cafe with lots of old Coke ads, license plates, city signs, and other miscellaneous memorabilia tacked to the walls. The structure of the place varies from brick and wooden siding to a black-and-white tiled floor and hanging lamps between small windows. It has its own bar with several seats and that section remains open until the wee hours of the morning. Most of the upholstery is a deep red, and the restaurant sports more cozy family booths than individual tables on the floor. As necessary by tradition, there's an old jukebox near the receptionist area where customers can insert coin for their own old tunes. There's only one main entrance/exit, with the other at the back of the restaurant where the kitchen is. The establishment even prides itself on its clean bathrooms—each with two separate stalls.
Menu:
Darlyn's Cafe is mostly focused on gourmet burgers with everything from pastrami to avocado. As a true cafe, however, it also offers salads, desserts, and various ethic foods, such as tacos and surprisingly good orange chicken. What the cafe is known for, however, is its unique s'mores cake in a jar.
History:
Established about 30 years ago, Darlyn's Cafe has always done relatively well. Its well prepared food with decent prices makes it a favorite of blue and white collar workers alike, and its barista drums in business for late night partiers. When Eloise's mother (Darlyn) died, she left the restaurant to be split between her four children. Given her siblings' disinterest in owning a business, she decided to buy off the other portions from them and runs it as its sole owner today.
Owner: Eloise Martin
Staff Members: 22
Hours: 11am – 10pm (barista 3am)
Physical Description:
It's a small American cafe with lots of old Coke ads, license plates, city signs, and other miscellaneous memorabilia tacked to the walls. The structure of the place varies from brick and wooden siding to a black-and-white tiled floor and hanging lamps between small windows. It has its own bar with several seats and that section remains open until the wee hours of the morning. Most of the upholstery is a deep red, and the restaurant sports more cozy family booths than individual tables on the floor. As necessary by tradition, there's an old jukebox near the receptionist area where customers can insert coin for their own old tunes. There's only one main entrance/exit, with the other at the back of the restaurant where the kitchen is. The establishment even prides itself on its clean bathrooms—each with two separate stalls.
Menu:
Darlyn's Cafe is mostly focused on gourmet burgers with everything from pastrami to avocado. As a true cafe, however, it also offers salads, desserts, and various ethic foods, such as tacos and surprisingly good orange chicken. What the cafe is known for, however, is its unique s'mores cake in a jar.
History:
Established about 30 years ago, Darlyn's Cafe has always done relatively well. Its well prepared food with decent prices makes it a favorite of blue and white collar workers alike, and its barista drums in business for late night partiers. When Eloise's mother (Darlyn) died, she left the restaurant to be split between her four children. Given her siblings' disinterest in owning a business, she decided to buy off the other portions from them and runs it as its sole owner today.
General Activity: When not working at a human establishment, she calls her defensive acts for humans “patrolling for the Wings of Faith.”
Abilities: Guardian Angel
Roanne's power comes directly from the bond she shares with those she protects. Unlike virtually any other discipline regarding essence, hers requires faith. Without trust, compassion, and dedication, she is unable to use her angelic essence to channel her abilities. In older days, this bond was potent enough to create miracles, but with recent conflicts and demonic subversion, channeling this power has never been more difficult. Once a bond is active (i.e. when Bond of the Heart, Earth, or Word is invoked), Roanne attains a homing sense that guides her toward the location of that charge. Once danger is averted, the bond becomes inactive and this homing ability no longer exists.
Types of Bonds:
Bond of the Heart: The strongest possible connection an angel can make. It requires consistent interaction and strong emotions and functions as an ongoing Bond of the Word. A charge with a Bond of the Heart doesn't need to know Roanne's true name, and the ability to mentally call her and for her to locate the charge with a homing sense is available at any time with some mental concentration.
Bond of the Earth: This bond relies on groups of people within a geologic area, typically a small town or a precinct of a city (see "Ward" under Abilities below).
Bond of the Word: Anyone in possession of a guardian angel's true name (their first name, i.e. the name of their first life before reincarnation) has the ability to focus on that name and telepathically call the angel (which is basically synonymous with prayer).
The Wax and Wane of a Bond:
Bonds are strongest when an angel is trusted to act. Thus, a guardian angel's bond is strongest when she acts to fulfill the needs of those she serves. Times of desperation are usually when a bond is strongest, as the person being protected is naturally forced to have faith in the angel's ability to carry out the task at hand. This nature of the bond makes it impossible for an angel to use guardian abilities if the use of those abilities are not in line with the desires of whomever the guardian acts for.
Types of Bonds:
Bond of the Heart: The strongest possible connection an angel can make. It requires consistent interaction and strong emotions and functions as an ongoing Bond of the Word. A charge with a Bond of the Heart doesn't need to know Roanne's true name, and the ability to mentally call her and for her to locate the charge with a homing sense is available at any time with some mental concentration.
Bond of the Earth: This bond relies on groups of people within a geologic area, typically a small town or a precinct of a city (see "Ward" under Abilities below).
Bond of the Word: Anyone in possession of a guardian angel's true name (their first name, i.e. the name of their first life before reincarnation) has the ability to focus on that name and telepathically call the angel (which is basically synonymous with prayer).
The Wax and Wane of a Bond:
Bonds are strongest when an angel is trusted to act. Thus, a guardian angel's bond is strongest when she acts to fulfill the needs of those she serves. Times of desperation are usually when a bond is strongest, as the person being protected is naturally forced to have faith in the angel's ability to carry out the task at hand. This nature of the bond makes it impossible for an angel to use guardian abilities if the use of those abilities are not in line with the desires of whomever the guardian acts for.
Smite: Roanne can physically and psychically burn a target. This appears as a concentrated ray of light from her blade, effectively igniting the target with flame and causing them to relive the pain they have given to others. This naturally isn't as powerful against benevolent beings who haven't hurt others, which also diminishes the strength of the physical flame. The strength of the ray is also dependent on the angel's charge rather than the angel herself--her charge must actively have the desire for the angle to injure or stop her opponent from acting.
Empathy: Roanne can absorb the wounds of her bond, which in turn makes her more resilient to harm. The limit of damage she can absorb is limited to what she can physically survive, but the harm she takes upon herself is halved (or in the case of mortals, divided even further, as their essence tends to be less potent). For instance, taking a broken bone for another person would give her a bone fracture. She can even take disease into herself to remove it from another person, relying on her angelic stamina to sort out the disease in what may take anything from an hour to a week depending on its severity.
Shrug it Off: Roanne can heal her own physical wounds by channeling the faith of others to reinforce her essence. This requires active focus from her charge and its ability to heal minor or serious wounds in seconds relies heavily on that charge's trust and willpower. This can similarly be used to counter mental pain and domination, which makes guardian angels typically bad prey for such abilities.
Shield: Roanne can manipulate her essence into a shield of force that surrounds her body. This naturally reduces the power of physical blows she may come into contact with. Most often used to defend another person from massive trauma in a pinch, this shield can repulse the equivalent of a 2300lb car hitting an object at 40mph. Anything beyond that can bend the 'shield,' slowed but not stopped before it hits Roanne. This shield is a burst that lasts for only 5 seconds, and can't be used in successive bursts.
Holy Ground: Roanne can cast a circle of her angellic essence onto the ground (up to 10ft in radius). Any foe that steps into the circle with violent thoughts against Roanne or her charge is exposed to a psychic burn that causes intense pain all over the assailant's body. It similarly rebounds magic and projectiles aimed at harming those within the circle. Because it is largely a faith-powered spell, its duration depends entirely on the will of the person(s) it protects.
Ward: Roanne can carve the first letter of her true name into any particular object. After being given a specific phrase, anyone can speak to her through the rune by using that phrase to activate it. Without frequent use, however, the ward will fade until it disintegrates, usually within a month of not being used.
The ward effects people under different bonds differently. Bond of the Earth makes Roanne able to sense the danger a person is in as well as their location up to 1 hour after that person activates her rune. When those who have invoked a Bond of the Word are in danger, Roanne can sense that they are in danger and their location so long as they are within 3 miles of the rune. If a person has not invoked a Bond of the Word again after a week, the ward no longer has this effect on them. Finally, a person with a Bond of the Heart will always alert Roanne of their danger and location so long as they are within 5 miles of a ward.
Aura Sight: Roanne can distinguish angels, demons, humans, chimeras, animals, and so forth via the color of aura she sees surrounding them. The brighter the aura, the stronger the essence. Weak auras can be seen from 30ft and the strongest can be seen up to 200ft away. This is a passive effect that Roanne can disable mentally.
Sheathe: Roanne's wings are a direct form of her essence, and thus can be drawn back into her body, or 'hidden.'
Strengths: Roanne is a fierce and fast opponent, aiming to overwhelm foes in precise and unexpected maneuvers. Her defensive techniques lend her ample support against demons and other threats, and when the goal is to get people out in a rush or protect them from harm, her powers are difficult to contest against.
Weaknesses: Roanne's tactics aren't meant to be used in sustained combat, as they take a heavy physical toll. Even some of her strongest rush techniques are weak against foes who are prepared or equally fast. Bereft of those surprise charges, her ability in combat wanes even more, as she is trained to fight defensively and her angelic abilities also lean heavily on defense. Above all of this, she is unable to use her defensive powers at all when lacking a charge to protect.
Equipment:
Aderes—The tempered blade Roanne uses in combat.
Armor—Y'know, the regular angelic stuff. It resembles steel, but her pure essence reinforces it to defy things like bullets and swords.
Spice Collection—Roanne is legitimately concerned with collecting every kind of herb, spice, and infusion recipe she can get a hold of. She keeps it at home, which is nothing more than a modest apartment.
Personality:
There is nothing cold about Roanne. When she's stern, it's the motherly kind of stern to keep those she cares about out of trouble. When she fights, she does so with a fiery grit that easily leads her to overextend, thus leaving herself vulnerable. In her line of angelic duty, there is no room for questions, no time to ask whether or not she will survive whatever encounter she is asked to endure for the sake of others. Her view, then, on those who harm humans is fairly black and white. Any being that would harm or kill mortals with no regard for their lives is worth giving her life several times over to stop. Vengeance isn't part of her protective creed, but she engages in it more often than she should.
When she isn't engaging as an angel, however, she leads something of a double life. She doesn't know much about what Heaven once was and doesn't really care—what's better than the fun and food to be had around humans? To say she is passionate on the subject of food is an understatement: outside of saving lives, she wants nothing more than to try every kind of dish and flavor for herself. This natural curiosity and geniality leads her to naturally form bonds with humans without putting much effort into the task.
Biography:
Roanne was born from the union of two angels—both, incidentally, who were guardians in the service of an angelic clairvoyant. She was raised to be a guardian just like them, stout of heart and loyal to the core to their charge. Swordplay, advanced flight, and manipulation of her own essence were taught to her from a young age, and she excelled at the practice. There was just one issue.
She didn't like the clairvoyant. In fact, she disliked angelic society and The Council her parents were a part of in general. Being still and quiet when not needed bothered her, and the mortal lives angels were forced to mingle with seemed so much more interesting. The more she went off on her own to observe and participate in the society of humans, the more determined she became to serve them instead. It was only a matter of time before she told her parents of her decision, which she did proudly and boldly.
Her parents were naturally offended and angry at the suggestion, but after defeating her father in a duel to settle the matter, there was no debating her choice. She ultimately broke contact with her parents, falling in with other guardian angels with interests more invested in humans. Over the years, she adapted seamlessly into human society, though her work as an informal guardian vigilante caused her to have a bad work history. Constantly leaving work to answer the bonds of her charges caused many issues until she finally found work at a cafe willing to accept her unpredictable absences. The owner was none other than a former human charge of hers who supported her efforts.
Roanne has a notorious history through her reincarnations as well, though at present she only remembers her original name and a number of fragments scattered throughout centuries of time. She's under the impression that she has served as a guardian throughout many, if not all of her lives, and deep bonds with other angels during those lives seem to have influenced what her essence is capable of achieving as a guardian. It's a reverent and personal (though not necessarily accurate) thought she treasures--that the memory of loved ones has remained in her angelic essence through reincarnation despite her inability to remember details about those people. The thought that they may still be giving her strength to help the world gives her hope she hasn't admitted to anyone.
Name: Zadkiel
Aliases:
*Jegudiel
*Dr. Jasper Dial
*Mr. J
Age: 32 (Antediluvian)
Race: Tamer Angel (Archangel)
Wings: White Vulture Wings. Massive and powerful, adept at long-distance flight.
Social Status:
Were it to be known that Zadkiel was still active in the world, it would be difficult to determine what his status might be. Having taken Jegudiel’s place, however, much of his status depends on who you ask. If you were to ask your average inner city pleb about ‘Jegudiel’ or ‘Zadkiel’, most wouldn’t have a clue in the world who the hell you were talking about. Nor, frankly, would most other people. Poking around after Mr. J, on the other hand, would give you some very different opinions.
Talk to anyone who’s never met the man and all they’ll tell you are rumors. That he’s some kind of freak, that he’s connected, that he runs some kind of cult treatment center or something, whatever. His name gets thrown around a lot and so does his card--most of the street kids have it, and most of the older guys do too. Plenty of agencies around the city refer to him, whether they’re supposed to or not. But he’s creepy, you know? Nobody gives something for nothing.
Talking to someone who’s in the program, though, is a different story. They may be an alcoholic bastard, they may be an ex-con working at your local grocery store, they may be some punk kid laying low from knocking over a convenience store, but ask them about Mr. J and they light up like Christmas. He’s the best thing that ever happened to them, he’s a miracle worker. He’s a saint. He listens, man, he gets it. Seriously, you should talk to him. Do you have his card? Take his card. Just meet the guy.
He’s everything you could ask for.
Relations:
Mr. J has plenty of relations. He has relations with the cops, who know that if some deadbeat needs straightening out but might not need to go to jail, they should send him over. He has relations with the judges, who know that prison time just makes better criminals and that Mr. J sends in his compliance reports early. He has relations with the street kids, who tell you that three hots and a cot don’t come cheaper than they do at Mr. J’s and, hey, if you want to talk, he’ll listen. And if someone’s on your back, there’s no one better to send them to. He’ll clear it up, doesn’t matter what. He’s cool like that.
Frankly, Mr. J has all sorts of relations. “Jegudiel” only has a few, and those are the ones that know what he can do with a demon. There are plenty of demon hunters out there, but not many demon reformers, and he’s one of them. Bring him your poor, your desperate, your monstrous, and he makes them…
Well. Not so monstrous anymore.
Zadkiel has no relations. That’s exactly how he likes it.
General Activity:
Mr. J spends most of his time at his center, i.e. the tenement building on Grace Street at the end of the J line. What does he do there? Anyone’s guess, really. Whatever it is social workers do when they’re not out, you know, social working. He runs some kind of housing program, or something, and he’s a pretty busy guy, but if you show up to talk, he’ll listen. And if you need somewhere to stay, or some food, or some clothes, he’s probably got those too--free of charge. He’s a sucker like that.
That a good deal of that time involves reprogramming demons doesn’t really concern anyone who doesn’t need to know. Redemption, after all, is a very private process.
Abilities:
As an archangel, Zadkiel has access to all classifications of angelic abilities. As Jegudiel, however, he limits himself quite pointedly to the abilities that a tamer might have, and even then only at what would be considered an exceptional level for that. A master of manipulative, perceptive, and persuasive magics, Zadkiel’s commonly used abilities are far more subtle than your average Holy Avenger’s, but no less powerful for that. Though he rarely refers to his abilities in the specific, preferring to look at them as Gifts overall, a few have become more regular pieces of his roster:
The Long Road
Addiction is a terrible thing. It ruins lives, destroys families...and can be one of the most powerful ‘rehabilitative’ tools in Zadkiel’s arsenal. Though he would never phrase it as such, the ability to create and manipulate addiction is in some ways the core of Zadkiel’s ‘treatments’ when working with his human servants. By speaking with them and investing his essence into the conversational process, he is functionally able to access the reward center of their brain and create new pathways for activities, i.e. creating pleasant or positive associations for them that otherwise didn’t exist. It’s a slow process, though it works best on those who already have such addictive pathways carved into them, but by the end he is functionally able to create, alter, or manipulate addiction as he likes. It isn’t always pleasant--he can create withdrawal symptoms as easily as trigger pleasure--but it is quite effective. It functions on supernatural creatures as well, but they’re more likely to notice the investiture of essence required.
Suggest
Zadkiel prefers not to wield too direct a hand in matters. He fancies powers of suggestion, implanting desires, urges, needs, biases, and other such psychological slights to cause people to act ‘of their own volition’ on his behalf. These suggestions are implanted over the course of conversation, planting themselves like little seeds in a mind until they blossom. Though in many ways unpredictable--without directly controlling someone it is only probably rather than certain how they will act--Zadkiel is an impressive manipulator when he chooses to be. He commonly helps his subjects forget that this has occurred as part of the process, and it is very rare that someone is able to notice the process as it is happening or remember that it has.
Command
Angels carry with them the will of the Divine, and it is with this that Zadkiel speaks when he issues a Command. The most overt of his powers and in many ways his strongest, Command does what it implies: forces a subject to do as Zadkiel demands. They do so explicitly, immediately, and continue to have done so until he gives them leave. Unlike many of his other powers there is no preconception to be had, no subtlety in it--it is a direct supernatural assault, a compulsion as essence hard-wires nerves and hijacks motor function. The invested essence is powerful enough that resisting it is actively damaging to a foe, causing incredible pain and ultimately nerve damage should a subject resist. Prolonged or consistent use, however, can cause somewhat permanent personality damage as more and more of a person is overwritten to facilitate their orders.
Redact
One of Zadkiel’s more fearsome abilities, Redact allows him to remove the memories of those he comes in contact with. The ability requires concentration and proximity, but with effort he can remove a subject’s memories of the last few minutes as if they were never there. With more effort and prolonged touch, he can remove and alter even older memories, though this is more complicated and requires sustained contact and an uninterrupted environment. Altering a memory is easier for him than removing it entirely--those that meet with him rarely remember that he has wings, for example, though they likely know that they went and saw him. They may not remember what he has Commanded of them, of course, but then again, that might be better for everyone.
Yearning, Burning
Zadkiel’s primary ‘offensive’ ability, it is reserved for those who absorb the essence of others--functionally, demons. With physical contact, Zadkiel can imbue them with the essence of his soul until it shines from their eyes, their mouth, their fingertips. He can fill them with such power and such purpose that it scorches them from the inside out, burning away at what it is that makes them who and what they are until nothing remains. The pain of the process is incredible, excruciating--enough so that it can and does take more than a small psychological toll on its victims, and it is Zadkiel’s punishment of choice for demons who resist his will. Overuse of it can and will cause permanent damage to a subject’s persona, boiling away memory and wickedness until only an empty, virtuous (and obedient) shell is left. This, of course, is why Rubra and Alba are quite as obedient as they are--there’s nothing left of them not to be.
Invest
Zadkiel believes in empowering those who seek to do good with the power to do so. Should they open themselves to him, he is more than capable of investing a good portion of his supernatural might in a willing receptacle until they burn with purpose and power. He may invest any and all of his supernatural capabilities to them (though he pointedly never allows them to control others as he can), but in turn they serve as a raw conduit to him. His essence within them makes them highly susceptible to his powers, and resistance to his Commands or his Yearning, Burning melts away in the face of what they have already allowed inside themselves. Once Invested, it is only by his will that a subject is freed--they are his, body and soul, until he relinquishes them.
Equipment:
Zadkiel himself doesn’t maintain equipment. He does, on the other hand, maintain connections with a good deal of his...clients, for lack of a better word, who do. At any given time most of what he has on him is his clothes and his wallet (which admittedly contains a sizable credit card and bank account courtesy of his established non-profit), though he also usually has both Rubra and Alba handy.
As for the rest of his demons, well...he prefers not to use them.
Not if he doesn’t have to.
Rubra & Alba
A pair of Hellions who were well known for preying on the weak and powerless of the city, they were Zadkiel-as-Jegudiel’s first conquests and have survived as something akin to living testaments to what happens to bad boys and girls. Disguised as a pair of very nearly mute personal assistants, they were once some of the worst influence peddlers on the map before he dispatched them and bent them entirely to his will. Now they act as his right and left hands, sometimes literally, as well as bodyguards. They are more than a match for most surface demons and easily the equal of most Hellions as well, Alba strong enough to shatter spines and pulp bones and Rubra an expert at absorbing and redirecting essence.
Personality:
Wouldn't you like to know.
Biography:
Zadkiel, Archangel of Mercy. A creature of compassion and wisdom, calm and serene, a voice of reason and ease on the Council for centuries. Before the Great War, when all was calm, he was one of the many that served great works and directed the angels in service of others. He felt it was their duty, their directive, and though rarely did he take to the field so as not to deprive others of the opportunity to grow he demonstrated when necessary that strength and might did not have to mean slaughter and that even demons in all their wickedness were part of creation and worthy of dignity.
And then…the Demonic Parasite.
It began as an experiment between Zadkiel and two others on the council, a method of controlling demons by tricking them into investing such essence as to turn them towards angelic ends. Why destroy, the reasoning went, when you could repurpose? But when it was proposed at the Council proper Zadkiel was horrified to find it slated instead to be applied to angels, those of them who were considered ‘too rebellious’ or ‘too difficult’ to engender both strength and dominance. What, with an army of obedient angels beneath them, couldn’t the host of heaven accomplish? Without infighting, without pettiness and pride, how better could they serve and steward the world? Though at first Zadkiel resisted, upon seeing the damage done by dissonance within the choir he eventually bowed his head and assented the wisdom of the council. To this day he feels it is his greatest sin, one he struggles with still to this day.
Though at first effective, it became clear enough that the Council had no interest in quelling dissent or bringing rogues to heel--they wanted nothing more and nothing less than control, and it wasn’t long before Zadkiel realized as such. Unwilling to speak out lest he lose a hand in reigning in the Council’s actions, it wasn’t until Lucien’s rebellion in 2014 that he was able to free himself from such bondage.
It happened as such things do--by providence. As Lucien began his sortie and the Council began to fall beneath him, the Tamer Jegudiel who had been Zadkiel’s confidant flew to him and begged to be taken in his place. Though unwilling to allow such sacrifice, Jegudiel’s plea moved him to assent. He invested himself in the Tamer, who threw himself into battle with the rest of the council, and fled. As the traitor’s blade cut through his doppleganger Zadkiel felt such pain as he had never before, his powers greatly weakened, and to his shame he hid for those long years until he had regained his strength. He did as he could as “Jegudiel”, playing Tamer against the demons in support of humanity, until finally he began to feel his old self again.
Now, in the city of Loom, he contemplates and debates his return. Soon, he feels, it may well be time to reveal himself. There may be need of him again.
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Name: Barachiel
Alias/Nickname: Bar, Father Nature (he's not fond of that one), Stormbringer (not particularly fond of that one either)
Age:
-Apparent: 21
-Actual: 221
Race: weather angel (previously battle angel)
Appearance:
Brachiel is tall standing at around 6 foot 4 inches. His body type is similar to a male olympic gymnast. muscular, but compact. His wing span is not nearly as large as some other angels, but spans at 8 feet. His hair appears to be white, until he moves and a rainbow of colors shines like an opal in sunlight. His eyes are a deep blue. He often wears button up shirts with a white rose in its pocket. However, he does occasionally wear casual shirts...with pockets for that white rose. The colors ranging from black to grey. He often wears dress pants, but sometimes wears nice quality jeans. For shoes he has a small range between white oxfords and white combat boots if he is being casual. He does not usually have facial hair. While he often hides his musculature, he is not one to be underestimated.
Wings:
His wings are shaped like those of a hawk. This allows him to reach high speeds, but not as fast as a falcon. An interesting detail is that the feathers are like those of a snowy owl. Allowing him speed and silence. The pattern also matches that of a snowy owl, but are opal much like his hair. The starch contrast of the black spots somehow adds a beautiful patterning. The most eye catching other then the feathers are the talons perched on the curve of his wings. Sharp and curved he is able to use them almost like hooks...or weapons. He can be gentle enough with them to pluck harp strings or leathal enough to slam through bones. That being said he works them like another pair of arms...hooking his talons on pull up bars and strengthening them. The blows from his wings are like those from a swan....but worse.
Social Status:
Barachiel is usually avoided. That being said you could look at it as either extremly high to where no one wishes to cause him anger or non existent due to the avoidance. Even before being a weather angel he was revered for being deadly.
Relations:
Barachiel really did well at avoiding people on his end just as they avoided him. That is until he moved to loom and declared it his region.
Now he is familiar with the academy and feels an odd want to protect it to the very small margin he can.
General Activity: Barachiel enjoys wandering the halls of the academy. Checking up on things before going and playing instruments. The sound traveling throughout. If not found in the academy for that day he is often wandering the city. He is very strict with making sure he does his weather duties. If it is to rain it will directly on schedule. He knows the consequences of not doing so too well.
When not wandering and playing the instruments he helps train the pupils of the academy.
Abilities:
Weather angel-Earth and wind preference
The one unique ability he has is the odd ability to keep plants alive for a short amount of time. He is fond of white roses.
Equipment:
Barachiel possesses armor that is elegant yet tough. A metal forged to withstand much yet look beautiful with etched roses and rose gold colored edging. His armor extends to his wings and seems to make them into a shield.
He posses twin swords with roses looping to make the hilts.
He also has two daggers. Twins that he is able to throw with precision and if pushed hard enough can move faster then a bullet due to wind propelling them.
He enjoys wind instruments and owns a glass flute with a ship on it.
Note: armor that makes wings a shield limits flight heavily.
Other:
While he owns this armor he is not always wearing it. Finding now, with his abilities he doesn't need it. Though if pushed, he may bring it out. Side note: this is not to say he is always unarmed. for he is not. He carries those two daggers with him.
He is hardly ever seen without a white rose in a shirt pocket.
He is able to play a wide variety of instruments and is capable of playing the harp, flute, french horn, and the cello.
Personality: Will show more in IC (but he is kind of like a cat)
Biography:
My name is Barachiel. I used to be a battle angel. One who was feared by many and terribly efficient. I was the beautiful horror. I fought with honor and then...and then the wars happened. My armor had never been so stained with blood and I had never been so ruthless. I found myself changed to adapt. I showed little mercy.
Little did I know I would go through more changes. With heaven in ruins I sought to try to protect those that were left. I was ambushed and suddenly...another change happened. Anger boiling within me I fought harder then ever before. Until I started to hurt. I was dying. I was struck from behind sending me tumbling I found I couldn't get up quite yet. My wings felt heavy as they mottled all of their hawk like feathers. Opal and black grew on my wings and I realized...I had awakened and I was suddenly alone.
Barachiel was originally a very good battle angel with a reputation of efficiency. He got jobs done with little to no fuss and was ready for the next. He was around during the wars and Judas rule...along with the Angel holocoust. Wars he fought hard in and that changed him to be more ruthless. Still efficient but far more dangerous. He was thought to be killed after he took to hiding. Trying to find those he could to try to get some sort of routine back in his life. He was a soldier after all and not really independent at the time.
Then he changed fully. The change seemed to happen either during or directly after he was supposed to die. He had no idea what to do with himself as a weather angel and isolated himself. He worked on figuring out what he had to do and slowly became more independent. Now he was claimed by the providence containing loom as his region and has come to particularly enjoy the academy. His favorite places being loom and the academy. Much like a cat while he is there he isn't one to interact with too many people unless he really wants to.
Alias/Nickname: Bar, Father Nature (he's not fond of that one), Stormbringer (not particularly fond of that one either)
Age:
-Apparent: 21
-Actual: 221
Race: weather angel (previously battle angel)
Appearance:
Brachiel is tall standing at around 6 foot 4 inches. His body type is similar to a male olympic gymnast. muscular, but compact. His wing span is not nearly as large as some other angels, but spans at 8 feet. His hair appears to be white, until he moves and a rainbow of colors shines like an opal in sunlight. His eyes are a deep blue. He often wears button up shirts with a white rose in its pocket. However, he does occasionally wear casual shirts...with pockets for that white rose. The colors ranging from black to grey. He often wears dress pants, but sometimes wears nice quality jeans. For shoes he has a small range between white oxfords and white combat boots if he is being casual. He does not usually have facial hair. While he often hides his musculature, he is not one to be underestimated.
Wings:
His wings are shaped like those of a hawk. This allows him to reach high speeds, but not as fast as a falcon. An interesting detail is that the feathers are like those of a snowy owl. Allowing him speed and silence. The pattern also matches that of a snowy owl, but are opal much like his hair. The starch contrast of the black spots somehow adds a beautiful patterning. The most eye catching other then the feathers are the talons perched on the curve of his wings. Sharp and curved he is able to use them almost like hooks...or weapons. He can be gentle enough with them to pluck harp strings or leathal enough to slam through bones. That being said he works them like another pair of arms...hooking his talons on pull up bars and strengthening them. The blows from his wings are like those from a swan....but worse.
Social Status:
Barachiel is usually avoided. That being said you could look at it as either extremly high to where no one wishes to cause him anger or non existent due to the avoidance. Even before being a weather angel he was revered for being deadly.
Relations:
Barachiel really did well at avoiding people on his end just as they avoided him. That is until he moved to loom and declared it his region.
Now he is familiar with the academy and feels an odd want to protect it to the very small margin he can.
General Activity: Barachiel enjoys wandering the halls of the academy. Checking up on things before going and playing instruments. The sound traveling throughout. If not found in the academy for that day he is often wandering the city. He is very strict with making sure he does his weather duties. If it is to rain it will directly on schedule. He knows the consequences of not doing so too well.
When not wandering and playing the instruments he helps train the pupils of the academy.
Abilities:
Weather angel-Earth and wind preference
The one unique ability he has is the odd ability to keep plants alive for a short amount of time. He is fond of white roses.
Equipment:
Barachiel possesses armor that is elegant yet tough. A metal forged to withstand much yet look beautiful with etched roses and rose gold colored edging. His armor extends to his wings and seems to make them into a shield.
He posses twin swords with roses looping to make the hilts.
He also has two daggers. Twins that he is able to throw with precision and if pushed hard enough can move faster then a bullet due to wind propelling them.
He enjoys wind instruments and owns a glass flute with a ship on it.
Note: armor that makes wings a shield limits flight heavily.
Other:
While he owns this armor he is not always wearing it. Finding now, with his abilities he doesn't need it. Though if pushed, he may bring it out. Side note: this is not to say he is always unarmed. for he is not. He carries those two daggers with him.
He is hardly ever seen without a white rose in a shirt pocket.
He is able to play a wide variety of instruments and is capable of playing the harp, flute, french horn, and the cello.
Personality: Will show more in IC (but he is kind of like a cat)
Biography:
My name is Barachiel. I used to be a battle angel. One who was feared by many and terribly efficient. I was the beautiful horror. I fought with honor and then...and then the wars happened. My armor had never been so stained with blood and I had never been so ruthless. I found myself changed to adapt. I showed little mercy.
Little did I know I would go through more changes. With heaven in ruins I sought to try to protect those that were left. I was ambushed and suddenly...another change happened. Anger boiling within me I fought harder then ever before. Until I started to hurt. I was dying. I was struck from behind sending me tumbling I found I couldn't get up quite yet. My wings felt heavy as they mottled all of their hawk like feathers. Opal and black grew on my wings and I realized...I had awakened and I was suddenly alone.
Barachiel was originally a very good battle angel with a reputation of efficiency. He got jobs done with little to no fuss and was ready for the next. He was around during the wars and Judas rule...along with the Angel holocoust. Wars he fought hard in and that changed him to be more ruthless. Still efficient but far more dangerous. He was thought to be killed after he took to hiding. Trying to find those he could to try to get some sort of routine back in his life. He was a soldier after all and not really independent at the time.
Then he changed fully. The change seemed to happen either during or directly after he was supposed to die. He had no idea what to do with himself as a weather angel and isolated himself. He worked on figuring out what he had to do and slowly became more independent. Now he was claimed by the providence containing loom as his region and has come to particularly enjoy the academy. His favorite places being loom and the academy. Much like a cat while he is there he isn't one to interact with too many people unless he really wants to.
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Misty
Name:
Misty, last name unknown.
Age:
22
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Misty is roughly 5'7, she has light brown skin, a blonde almost silver coloured hair, with deeply blue eyes. Under her left eye, she has a small, crescent shaped scar, and on her right hand what could be a small birthmark of a bird. She typically wears non-descript clothes, prefering to keep to herself then to attract attention to herself.
Social Status:
Misty keeps to herself, and mostly doesn't draw attention to herself, however, flourishing at the acadmey, she does have some standing within the school, although she prefers to try and downplay it.
Relations:
Misty currently has no real relationships. Mostly, she has aquintances, yet as she likes to keep to herself, she doesn't have any serious bonds.
General Activity:
Enjoying keeping her own company, Misty enjoys reading, playing video games, learning her music, and drawing.
Abilities:
Empathy: Misty has a natural ability to "sense"peoples emotions. Whether or not this is a magical ability or simply a sixth sense, Misty does not know, nor is she inclined to find out.
Paramility academy fighting: Misty is learning to marshal this ability, figuring she needs to know how to defend herself, she isn't very good yet, but she is working on it.
Equipment:
Misty doesn't have much in the way of equipment, aside from Shakuntala, whom she has affectionately named Suki, she only has a knife, that she barely knows how to use, and a locket she mainly keeps hidden.
Shakuntala
The instrument Shakuntala is a difficult one to describe. Made of a black and white material, with celtic designs inland over its spine, it is made from two fragments, that of an angel, and a demon. This causes the instrument to be, well, a little unstable, conflicting views and opinions often causing Misty to become frustrated, and typically, while she isn't seen without the small harp, she will set it aside for a time, to adjust to thoughts and feelings that aren't hers. She does well to balance this, however the more she uses Shakuntala, the harder it becomes to know what is her, as she pours more of herself into the instrument.
Shakuntala's abilities range from both supportive roles to destructive roles, depending on which notes she plays. the supportive roles are include a protective shield, that while it isn't very strong, deflects a blow for enough time to give Misty, or anyone with her, the chance to act, and its destructive abilities includes a shadow attack that, more often then not due to Misty's lack of ability to want to cause harm to others, fails. It is almost a simple force of wind, that is shaped by the shadows.
Personality:
Misty is a strong, independent woman. Having never known either of her parents, Misty had learned to be from too young an age. She is also a very compassionate and caring individual, wanting others to be happy. Even when things seemed bad, she always put on a brave face. She is also very optimistic, seeking to see the good in things and what could happen, rather then dwelling on what was happening.
She is quite a bright young woman, intelligent, skillful, diligent strong willed and a bit of a dreamer, Misty keeps hope when no one else does. She has an inner strength she seeks when she feels she can't go on, and is quite dedicated to what she does.
While she is kind, she doesn't show her softer side to too many people, in order not to be taken advantage of. She only shows that side to those she truly cares about.
Biography:
Misty was born, loved, and orphaned in the space of a few moments. Her father had died before she was born, not that Misty knows this, and her mother died a few moments after birthing her. Misty was found, pressed up against her mother, but a passing stranger. She was never sure what happened or how she was found, yet Misty survived against all odds. she never really had a home, or a family, passed from person to person in the small town, she was raised by everyone and no one. She was a bright young child, and didn't want to cause trouble, so she learned at an early age to do what she was told, and generally stay quite and out of sight.
When she was around 16 years of age, Misty stumbled across the small harp, Shakuntala. She wasn't aware of it at the time, but it was one of the magical instruments, long lost to time, or hidden and forgotten about. Misty fell in love with it at once, and she began to learn how to play it, seemingly by ear. Showing a talent for music, she set her hopes and dreams of one day attending the academy, xhe figured it was a false hope.
Unbeknownst to her, the small community gathered together enough money and supplies to send Misty to the acadmey, perhaps giving her the greatest gift she'd ever receive. It took time for her to make her way there, and thus Misty entered the acadmey a little older then she should have, and yet she thrived in the environment. WHen she entered the acadmey, she had just turned twenty
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