[CHAR] Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

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Characters of Importance

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Sydney Duvell

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First Name: Sydney
Last Name: Duvell
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Standing 5'6'' and weighing in at 130 lb's, Sydney is not a man of tall stature. His build is very slim, but one wouldn't notice past the gaudy purple robes that he wears whenever he is in public. Sydney's hair is bleach blonde, and rather long, passing his shoulders entirely. His facial features are smooth, giving him a pointed chin, glossy lips and a pair of thin, menacing eyes.
Personality: Sydney is refined, but impatient. Unlike many others who hold positions of power, he can be very rash in making his decisions, and often acts on his own selfish desires, while maintaining a facade of professionalism to hide his true intentions. When speaking, he often interrupts others, and speaks as if his word is law. The power of becoming the head of the CMAS has definitely gone to his head.
Occupation: Head of the CMAS

Yvette Eridal

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First Name: Yvette
Last Name: Eridal
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Yvette is a fairly tall, bright-skinned woman standing at about 5'8'' and weighs in at a lean 155 lbs. Her body type is very muscular, but it would be hard to notice as she often coats herself in a unique uniform that signifies her as the leader of Survey Group Alpha. The uniform consists of a pair of black slacks, a thick, but flexible blue overcoat with a single silver eyes embedded over the right breast, and a black undershirt. Her bust is medium, but her other curves do not stand out very much. Her hair is a couple inches long, dyed completely red, and messy in appearance. Most Yvette's facial features are very rough, but her eyes stand out with a strong shade of green, and a very elegant shaping. Her mouth is plump, but her nose is crooked, with a visible scar running down the bridge length-wise.
Personality: Yvette is very stern, and to-the-point at nearly all times of the day. She responds to all inquiries curtly, and shrugs off most insults, showing little regard for any who disrespect her. It's very rare to see Yvette express any form of anger, but when she does, she speaks very erratically and makes herself look like a fool. At rest, Yvette tries her best to be courteous without seeming like a weak-willed civilian, retaining her stern composure, even around other civilians and family.
Occupation: Previous Head of Survey Group Alpha

Sarah Eridal

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First Name: Sarah
Last Name: Eridal
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Sarah looked almost identical to Yvette in all manners of speaking, as they are technically fraternal twins. The differences in their appears lie in their hair color, Sarah's being pink, Eye color, again Sarah's being pink, and muscular structure, with Sarah looking rather slender as opposed to very muscular. Otherwise, they look very similar to the point where it would be difficult to distinguish between them.
Personality: Sarah is firm, and immovable in her law. Her ranking is warranted, as she follows and hands out orders without a flaw. Her disposition is very, to put it simply, scary. She often puts on a fake smile, accompanied by a gentle disposition, which throws people off, making them a little too comfortable around her at times.
Occupation: Head director of CMAS HQ Hyznia Branch

Brian Tormal

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First Name: Brian
Last Name: Tormal
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Brian is a very frail looking tan-skinned young man standing only 5'6'' tall and weighing in at a measily 135 lbs. His uniform matches that of Yvette's but the top coat lacks much of Yvette's luster, and the eye over the right breast is made of copper. Brian's facial features are very mundane, aside from his almost black iris' and his messy bright orange hair.
Personality: Brian is a coward, short and simple, but a kind coward nonetheless. He places a lot of value in maintaining the happiness of his friends, family, and civilians of Arcadia. Hell, he'd prefer everyone was smiling, unless they have an aura of negative consequence about them. Brian is incapable of any sort of rude gesture, even when backed against the wall, making him relatively worthless in combat. He is however, particularly intelligent, and prides himself on his arcane knowledge as a scientist within the CMAS.
Occupation: Detection Officer

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Luke Juuno

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First Name: Lucas
Last Name: Juuno
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Unknown
Appearance: Luke stand about 5'8'' and weight around 150 lbs. He puts most of his body on display rather willingly, wearing a pair of shorts, and a vest that is clearly far too small for his upper body, letting his abs breath for the world to see. His face is very rugged, covered predominantly with a thin layer of facial hair, and framed by his short, brown bangs. His eyes are a very light shade of green, and he has a thin nose that looks like it's way too small for his thick, bony face. Luke has a very large scar over his heart as well.
Personality: Light-hearted and eager to make people smile, Luke comes off as everyone's best friend. Nobody could hate him! Except for when he tries his best to sound intelligent. 'Smart' or 'Professional' are the last words anyone would use to describe him. Although he's lovable, and has a good heart, Luke is a moron, and often doesn't think before he speaks. A free spirit who prefers chaos to order, really.
Occupation: Self proclaimed head of the Divers.

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[Jensoman]

Jenso

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First Name: Jenso
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Arcadia
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Personality: He is a cheerful and nice person. He enjoys adventure and some combat along the way. He will do his best to protect those he cares about. He isn't one to start fights, but certainly would never back down from one. He respects strong opponents. He tends to be somewhat careless and hold back when entering combat with a new foe however, which could end up badly for him. He only gets serious when he really needs too. He is usually not one to kill, but will do so if absolutely nessecary.
History: Jenso had always been told within Arcadia that Divers were the scum of society, as they would venture into the lands beyond recklessly. He was always fascinated by them, however, wanting to discover what was within these large unexplored lands. He is intrigued by all the things that can be found. If he were to find a powerful relic or certain info, he would make sure it would not end up with the wrong person.

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Primary Focus: Ki
Magical Capabilities:
- Due to the high Ki within his body, he has super strength and high durability.
-Flame creation and manipulation.
- He is able to absorb any flame attacks with his palms. He can absorb flames from all over his body, but only those that he creates from his own arcane network. Besides this, he can still be hurt by any flame attacks, as flames that are not part of his arcane network can still burn him.
- Fire Solidification. Able to use flames to make a flame hammer that inflicts both physical and burning damage. The handle would be 122 centimeters, the hammerhead's height would be 51 cm and the length would be 75 cm. The hammer would essentially have the durability that a steel hammer would have. It's also light as a feather, due to being made out of flames.
Weapons and Equipment: Plenty of bandages, and a backpack of basic supplies.
Specialties: Basic martial arts.

[OwO]

Mini Mechanist

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First Name: Elisa
Last Name: Wilmeg
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Home Nation: Teknoh

Appearance: Standing in at 4'10 and weighing 94 pounds, one might say that Elisa is tiny. Their observations would be rather astute, and if anyone would think otherwise, then they are a fool. Or blind. Rather known for her eccentricities, she has an odd fashion sense that can only be described as "Someone From Teknoh".

She is missing her right eye, as it was destroyed in an accident revolving around the creation of her big robo-arms. Speaking of those arms, besides her not having an eye and having an eccentric fashion sense, she constantly wears those giant arms everywhere.

Personality: Elisa can only be described as peculiar. She is hyperactive to the point of madness. She constantly yells whatever comes to her mind first without any regards to the consequences. She is rather smart, though it's rather hard for her to convince people that she's smart. She says enough dumb things (unintentionally, usually) that people think she's an idiot. She isn't sensitive about her height, though it is annoying for her when people bring it up.

However, what peeves her is people belittling her or treating her like a child. She reroutes her hyperactive energy from eccentricity into anger. While in this state, all of her intellect allows her to become a walking thesaurus; she can call someone more names than they knew existed. Not that avoiding this topic will stop her wrath. She angers extremely easily.

History: Elisa, like most other Machinists, was born in Teknoh. There, it's do or die. Invent and become an innovator, or die a simple consumer. She, even at a young age, was a creative mind. Though, the young Elisa's creations were always odd. The first invention that she had ever made was a coat rack that heated your coat for you. Mind you, it was heated using fire. The next invention was another coat rack, but this time, it was meant to hold up to 100 coats. Why anyone would have that many coats was a mystery. Despite this, her father, Elisa's biggest muse, encouraged her (but still mourned the loss of all of those coats).

As Elisa grew up, her inventions advanced in scope and scale. Most of it was junk that was entirely useless. However, her father had given her a good idea for an invention. His father had lost his left arm in a large accident. Thus, Elisa poured all of her energy into creating a new prosthetic arm for him. All of the other arms were either irreversible or uncomfortable to use. Thus, Elisa, using whatever intellect she had, managed to create an odd alloy. Though created by pure accident, it would prove to be an extremely useful alloy.

The alloy had a tendency to bend and move when certain amounts of magical energy were poured into them. The sensitivity could be adjusted, of course, but the most intriguing combination was when bars of living steel were added alongside it. This allowed it to behave like human flesh. A very metal human flesh.

She begun work on this arm. Despite it being a bit heavy, it proved to be a useful prosthetic, allowing those who recently lost their arms to gain a new one while simultaneously feeling the same to use as the lost arm. She gave the arm to her father, a gift that was extremely appreciated. Soon, people began to offer money and materials for this arm. Elisa had to make them for everyone who paid. After all, she needed materials to further her research.

However, she felt hollow. The arm was good and all, but it was a bit small and weak. Elisa began to work on the newer iteration. She used the A/B of her own design in the arms. The arms were significantly larger than the Mk. 1, mostly because Elisa wanted giant arms. When she tested them, they didn't work. At all. Too heavy. They also exploded. This caused metal shards to enter her eye. After a long surgery, she no longer had the gift of regular human vision.

However, this didn't discourage her. She built another prototype, the Mk. 3. It used more expensive A/B, ones that she didn't make. It didn't blow her up, thankfully. The weight was still a big problem, however. She needed some way to make them lighter.

Thus, she discovered a strange and complex way of essentially negating gravity. While the specifics are extremely complex, the simplest terms of it would be "Big Magic Fucks Gravity". With these giant arms, she created gauntlets to control them, and thus, she gained a giant pair of arms.

However, her technological advances began to dwindle. The materials inside of Teknoh were limiting, to say the least. At least, what was available to a citizen. She, after a long decision, became a Diver to further her inventions. Of course, she needed a new weapon, in case her arms failed. Thus, she spent one half-assed night creating a half-assed gun. It was based on the simple mass-produced guns, but it had one extraordinary factor about it: Fashion. The gun looked really pretty, which is all that Elisa could have asked for.

With gun in holster and giant arms on back, Elisa and her eccentricity left the city to find new materials for more inventions.

Occupation: Diver, independent Machinist, inventor extraordinaire.

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Primary Focus:
Arcane
Magical Capabilities:
Elisa has an extremely poor magical capability, like most other machinists. Her power is 1/100th of a newborn baby. Thus, while a baby would have a foot of twine as magical power, Elisa has an inch of thread. However, despite Elisa only having this tiny amount of magical power, she can still use it. Just not really do anything with it. She can use a relay with her gauntlets, though, which is useful.
Body Modifications:
None.
Weapons and Equipment:

• Panzerfaust Mk.3 - The third iteration of Elisa's Panzerfaust, it shows remarkable improvements over the previous two. From the first one, it is no longer like a prosthetic and is now a giant set of arms. From the second one, it no longer explodes. It is controlled by using the two gauntlets that Elisa almost always wears. Using a minuscule amount of magical power on the gauntlets sends a small relay that activates an A/B that moves the arms around. It works by using rods of living steel and one of Elisa's weird alloys as fake muscles, contracting and expanding as a real arm would. The innards are protected by a tough, bronze shell. While one may assume that this would weigh an absolute fuck-ton (which is correct), Elisa has invented an extremely complex system of A/B batteries and things she calls "Null-Stasis Balance Destabilizers" that allows the fists to weigh practically nothing until they hit something. At least until they run out of power. While one may assume that it would absolutely drain A/B batteries, the ones that she got slowly absorb power from the air. Meaning that if she doesn't use them during the night, they're fully charged for the day. Of course, that is only if she doesn't use the arms to fight. Attached to each palm of the set of arms are detonation devices for the Handgranate.
• Handgranate - A byproduct of making the Panzerfaust Mk.2, the Handgranate is an carefully designed A/B covered in a thin metal casing. It is extremely cheaply made, but stores a small amount of energy. The most important part of the design is that they require an extremely precise amount of energy in an extremely precise blast to activate it. However, these batteries have a flaw; once any amount of energy is drawn out, everything erupts. Violently. Thus, the Handgranate was created, and its power to blow things up was, well, adequate. Due to the precise amounts of energy that can be detonated at different timings: 3 seconds, 5 seconds, 9 seconds, or on impact with something.
• Gewehr - A simple one shot gun. Really, Elisa considers it her worst invention. Not inventive in the slightest. Still, it's a necessity of Machinist divers. It's strong, but not overtly powerful. Its power is, well, comparable to most mass-produced pistols. It's even made to use the same ammo as them.

Specialties:

• Not really a good thing, but her depth perception is absolutely terrible. Thanks, only having one eyeball.
• Great at saying dumb things.
• Huge knowledge of arcane mechanics, but terrible at explaining them.
• Infinite wealth of ideas. Most are terrible.

[Rune_Alchemist]

Lila Vyner

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First Name:
Lila

Last Name:
Vyner

Age:
24

Sex:
female

Home Nation:
Saiga

Appearance:
While fairly tall 5'8" and weighing at a 135lbs, Lila is far from intimidating as far as natural looks go. She has blond hair, typically tied up by a red ribbon with dark blue eyes with dark colored skin from days spent working outdoors in the sun. She has a slim, though not unhealthy build with some fairly obvious muscles - she likes to take care of her body as best as she can. A few scars run across her back, as well as her leg and abdomen. Results from a few ill-run ins with things out in No-Man's land.

Typically, she wears thick leather clothes, and keeps a mask drawn up over half her face to protect both her identity and face while working. At her sides, typically rest two self made pistols, and on her belt, ammo. On her back, a modified rifle designed to take out targets at long distances.

Personality:
Lila? Living mostly by herself as made her rough, somewhat on the gruff side and definitely not well mannered. While not intentionally rude or antagonistic, she has almost no filter for what she says and can irk more than quite a few people. She doesn't particularly care, though. If someone gets their panties in a knot over something someone said, they might as well just go get shot. Rather cynical as well, she mostly tends to not work with others unless she's forced, preferring to remain mostly independent.

That said, she isn't particularly unfriendly either. She just prefers being by herself unless she has reason to. The only thing one should watch out for, is getting on her bad side. Once she's set her sights on something - barring death, nothing will stop her from trying to get it. Thankfully, there's not much she wants in life so this shouldn't be much of an issue.

History:
Many would be surprised that if they traced back Lila's origins, it'd be all the way to Saiga. The small, peaceful nation of monks and philosophers who generally don't particularly engage in warfare. Indeed, she was born and raised there for most of the first Seventeen years of her life until she got fed up with the life and left. She had a loving mother and father, as well as a fairly funny old man for a teacher. She had it good, really. But she had always had a bit of a chip on her shoulder and a rebellious streak. Always getting into some small bit of mischief, liked going out of the city and exploring the wilds, much to her parents dismay.

While she didn't have any issue with the monks, their teachings, or their way of life - she was utterly bored being kept there all day and told to study. She could already manifest Ki from quite a young age, but quiet meditation and contemplation was not the way to go about making yourself better with it. Only practical applications of things, ever made one better at something. That was her philosophy and what she's always believed.

One day, when she was about seventeen years old, she had finally got fed up with the quiet life - and left. She learned real quick, that No-man Land wasn't as forgiving and fun to 'explore' as she thought they were. In her first week, all of her supplies she had taken with her, had been either stolen or she had to drop to save her own skin from wild animals and other dangers. She was able to live long enough to make it to Arcadia, and despite the danger No Mans land presented, she couldn't help but to be drawn back to it after a while of resting up. This time though, she'd be more prepared.

Pistols that she'd eventually modify, as well as a rifle. Since then, she's just been exploring and living off of No-Man's land as best she can, making only occasional stops in any of the cities. Sometimes, only a few times a year. Also may or may not have occasionally stolen from people to help with that. Especially the CMAS or any other big organizations that ever wander into No-Man's land for whatever reason.

Occupation:
Diver, outlaw, and self proclaimed explorer.

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Primary Focus:
Ki
Magical Capabilities:

-While most who focus on KI go for raw strength, Lila has decided to go for a more...subtle approach. Increased Speed, Agility, Reflexes, Sight, and Hearing are her main usage of it. She's not going to be doing any instant transmission stuff, but she's an acrobat and one might find her doing ninja flips to avoid bullets and blows whilst simultaneously unleashing a few precise shots of her own.

-Fairly durable, and can take a few hits though she's not going to be dishing out any strong blows.

-Aside from her training with Ki, she has taken up some small form of Arcane training from a brief stint in Arcadia, specifically of the element of Electricity to use in tandem with her guns. Her Arcane Network isn't all that powerful and she can't use it that well, but she can use it enough to charge the guns to fire them. However, it tends to be a bit draining and can be used only a few times before she's exhausted.

-Can manifest it without the guns, but it doesn't have much range and it's not typically lethal. Used mostly to temporarily stun enemies so she can finish them off if they get to close or otherwise unable to use her guns. It can be quite devastating with a combination of martial arts if she has to use them.

Body Modifications:
None
Weapons and Equipment:
-Modified pistols, designed to both function like a regular fire arm, as well as a rail gun when supplied with electricity. Made them herself.

-Rifle, for taking out targets at long distances.

-Several different types of ammo. Explosive rounds (Basically a volatile piece of A/B. Trying to railgun these results in bad times usually), Armor Piercing rounds, and of course regular ammo.

Specialties:
-Basic knowledge of martial arts, though typically reserved for situations she doesn't have her guns.
-Fairly good head on her shoulders, though isn't some big inventor. She's just learned to make do with what she's had, and has learned to jury-rig or modify existing pieces of technology well enough.
-Knows how to survive for extended periods out in No-Mans land.
-Not really helpful, but she doesn't do so well in large crowds or small spaces.

[Rekaigan]

Oswyn Ainsworth

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First Name: Oswyn
Last Name: Ainsworth
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Illon
Appearance:
Oswyn stands at an average 5’7”, weighing around 130lbs. He has medium-short hair (As shown in the picture) and it’s completely white due to failed experiments. His eyes have also become quite clouded, however this is merely by appearance and has no effect on his vision (Alchemy is weird.). Os has quite an athletic body; he may not look strong, but he can still lift some pretty heavy things, like his equipment. Minor burn scars litter his body which were caused by aforementioned ‘failed experiments’. The largest of these scars covers his left forearm.

Oswyn is almost never seen without a white lab coat on, even when he’s out on the field. This coat has two diamond-shaped arcanite crystals which are purple in colour. Under his coat, he wears a white long-sleeved, collared shirt that is unbuttoned at the neck 100% of the time (Why choke yourself?), he also wears a part of black trousers and black leather boots. You probably wouldn’t even know that he was from Illon.

Personality:
Oswyn is quite unconcerned about the happenings in the world, often engrossed in his own work or whatever he’s looking at. If someone was to try to talk to him while he is working, he would either be unresponsive or ask them to assist him by giving them a menial task. If someone is annoying enough, he'll actually respond properly. He will, however, get involved in all sorts of situations in the world if it benefits his research.

He sees no reason to give respect to authority, thus he will talk to anyone in a very casual manner. If he were to be corrected by someone, he would comply in a very sarcastic manner. Oswyn can be quite talkative when he wants to be. Actively exchanging banter if he isn't doing any serious work.

History:
Oswyn had always been a strange child, often choosing to create strange concoctions using any kind of liquid he could find within the general vicinity, but most would say "Like father, like son". Such activities often led to him being scolded by his mother, but praised by his father.. After he ‘accidentally’ injured a group of children with it.

His mother was a Machinist from Teknoh, and his father was an Alchemist from Illon, both of whom were Divers, so it was only natural for him to follow in their footsteps. However, life on the road and in Illon wasn’t as easy as one might imagine. Or rather, it was as difficult as one might imagine. On top of his rigorous studies in alchemy and machinery, Oswyn also had to deal with the homeless ruffians in the streets of Illon. At the time, he had a very weak physique, thus he was beaten up a lot; but this worked out for the better. He became a very resilient person because of it.

As he grew older, he became more experienced in his crafts, he was able to create two pieces of alchemical engineering wonders which one will never see him without. By the age of 20, Oswyn became independent of his parents, seeking his own fortune as a Diver and Alchemist.

Occupation: Diver, 'Doctor', Alchemist

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Primary Focus: Alchemy
Magical Capabilities:
Oswyn possesses a fair amount of Arcane energy within him, however this was never really trained, thus it can only be used to charge A/Bs and create a weak ‘force-field’ around himself, which can only line his body like a suit. Something he learnt from being beaten up so much. This ‘force-field’ is supported by the two small arcanite crystals on his sleeves.

Body Modifications: None

Weapons and Equipment:
Experiment No.1432 (A.K.A Alchemical Rotary Machine Gun)
It looks like an average minigun, however it’s actually the 1432nd attempt at making a stupidly destructive weapon. The last 1431 attempts exploded, each in their own unique ways. The ammunition drum of a ‘normal’ minigun has been replaced with multiple bottles of alchemical liquid that are connected via tube.. Slotted within this gun is a rather large A/B, which operates the rotation, fire mechanism, as well as the crystallization of the liquid. The A/B is also used to create a small barrier on the bottles to prevent them from breaking. When the trigger is pulled, the liquid in the tubes passes the A/B, entering the barrels. As it enters the barrel, the liquid is turned into a crystal, which is then fired out at high velocity. The effect of the crystal bullet is dependent on which bottle of liquid it’s currently set to. The recoil and kick on the minigun is quite easy to control… For Oswyn that is.

This gun is pretty ‘easy’ to store as the barrels can retract to some extent. The gun has a long shoulder sling, allowing him to let it sit diagonally across his back and have quick access to it if need be.

So the question is, “Why a minigun?”
The answer is “Why the fuck not?”

Experiment No. 1431.5 (Alchemical Revolver)
“So, does Oswyn have any… smaller weapons?”
Yes. Yes he does.

Experiment No. 1431.5 is a weapon that was miraculously created without a hitch.. Yet. This revolver works off the same premise as the minigun, except in a smaller, more compact form.. Which is less destructive, but still as deadly, depending on the type of shot. Each chamber of the cylinder holds a small amount of alchemical fluid, however the cylinder doesn’t rotate after firing, allowing Oswyn full control over what’s actually being shot out.

Other nice things:
Oswyn carries around a mobile alchemy station, as well as many dangerous and volatile chemicals, within his sling bag. He also had a few potions slotted into his belt. The effects of which are only known to him. He also has a gas mask.

Specialties:
- Very good at understanding the situation, but not the feelings of others
- Surprisingly, he’s a good cook.
- Good at tripping over things.

[LokiLeo789]

Len Ambrose

"Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature's inexorable imperative."

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First Name:

Len

Last Name:

Ambrose

Age:

36

Sex:

Male

Home Nation:

Saiga

Appearance:

Amongst his people, Len is an abomination. His abnormal growth and muscle mass has corrupted the standard long, slender frame of his heritage, into a hulking giant of 6'3", with an astonishing weight of 200 lbs exactly. His monstrous body is wrapped in soft, earthy toned skin, like brown autumn leaves during fall. Coincidentally, there is further similarity between Len and leaves present within the linear patterns in his skin and the veins in a leaf. These lines form intricate designs that cover his entire body, converging at a single point to form a strange symbol on the back of his neck. Though you would never know it, for the symbol is always obscured by dreaded locks of brown hair, which fall just passed his shoulder blades. His face has long since been a victim plagued by these obstructions. Often, stray, rampaging lochs will seek to interrupt the world seen through Len's unusual moss greep eyes, which discern that he has seen much more than his youthful features let on. This fact is reassured after hearing his voice that is filled with the certainty of knowingness from experiences pass.

Personality:

Just like there are two sides to every story, there are two sides to every person. Len's duality comes in the form of how the public perceives him and who he is on a personal level. Furthermore; Len, like many of those in his families, has three sides if themselves. Not truly three distinct personalities, nevertheless, he has three ways of looking at things: contemplative, direct, or dubious.

His emotional set consists of a phlegmatic disposition, generally unemotional and stolidly calm. Which usually leads to assumptions of a depressed, cynical man, but bitterness and hate has yet to taint his soul. He still has an optimistic view of the world, harbors idealistic dreams, and naively believes that people can be trusted. Len maintains no disillusion about the state the world is in, however. But it’s a testament to his integrity and nobility, how he has remained an honest and responsible person.

In combat, Len is: controlled, focused, steady, and conscientious of his surroundings. Every decision is made cautiously and pragmatically; he's vigilant in his efforts and never impulsive. He strives to apply the same manner of thinking to every facet of his life. This is why he doesn't interfere in every dispute and is content with watching until needed.

When it comes to Len's ability to handle sudden changes and disagreement, his open-mind enables a high degree of adaptability. Because of that, he's able to be tolerant and forgiving of ignorance; whether he's willing to, differs from scenario-to-scenario. But to avoid any interactions outside of his guardianship, he projects a rough, cold exterior. He even goes as far as exiling himself, which further lends to the mysterious lone wolf persona he has adopted. This facade is obviously a guise however, as evident in his altruistic behavior. Once his icy shell has been broken, his warm nature will shine through and the courteous, cultured individual with a unique sense of humor and charm will be revealed.

History:

A native of Saiga, Len lived most of his life in the seclusion of the woodlands. As a child, hunting became a pastime that he embraced, often spending days at a time, bringing back game that would last his village months. Len ate, breathed, and slept the hunt; becoming one with nature and attaining knowledge of the surrounding territory. Gaining knowledge of as many as three facts from among the following subjects: the ground or terrain, plants, minerals, bodies of water, people, general animal population, presence of woodland creatures, presence of powerful unnatural creatures, and even the general state of the natural setting. All became keenly apparent to Len, as he grew more and more experienced.

But with time, his wild, and untamed exterior was suppressed and reformed when his Ki training began. While his physical capabilities grew stronger, his yearning to hunt also grew. As time went on, the young Ambrose's skills became renowned and well known, a prodigy on all accounts. But his calling never fell within the teachings of Ki, nor did his yearning for freedom lie withing the boundaries of Saiga.

So came his eventual journey into No-Mans Land. Within seconds, the young man was hooked, addicted to the dangers and adventure is posed. Once he left, the young man never came back, his path set and his dye cast. Within months, Len made it through No Mans Land to Arcadia, struggling to survive the soul crushing force of the the outback.

At the age of 24 Len had long since settled in Arcadia, regularly making trips into No Mans Land and embracing the nations culture. Len was fascinated with the nations technology, but what hooked him was the magic. The man spent 4 years learning the school, honing his unusually potent Arcane Network to a fine edge, and attaching it to what he loved most, nature.

While the school of the Arcane intrigued Len, but the call of No Mans Land was addicting. The Ambrose created a balance between Ki and Arcane and ventured into No Mans Land. The ranger became famous for his iconic costume and caring nature when it came to saving those threatened by the power of No Mans Land. The Ranger, as he is known, is renowned throughout No Mans Land as an experienced Diver, attuned to nature itself.

Occupation:

Len is highly ambitious in his goals and meticulously methodical in their achievement. He is motivated by adventure and a sense of heroism. He travels far and wide looking for the lost places of the world that may be harboring aberrant monstrosities, so that he may eradicate them and protect the natural order. He has settled with living life as a Diver.

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Primary Focus:

Arcane

Magical Capabilities:

-Len's Arcane capabilities are mind blowing, and as such, shifts the very ground upon which he walks upon. Earth bends to Len's will, sliding, lifting, pushing and reforming all at his whim. All mineral compositions regardless of their state (mountain, boulder, sand or dust), dirt, soil are manipulated in thier most basic of forms, either through intense concentration or lazy motions, but this is only one facet of Len's abilities. A key part of the study of the Arcane is that everything is made up of energy, and Len has truly embraced this notion as he had nature. By matching his Arcane wavelength (energy output) to that of a tree's, he can manipulate it accordingly. He can feel what it feels, sees what it sees, even take energy, effectively killing it. This Arcane magic can be preformed on both flora and fauna that Len happens to come a across, although this exerts plenty of energy when he 'interfaces' with more than two or so at a time.

-Akin to his homeland, Len has plenty of training in the use of Ki, which has manifested itself into his physical capabilities. This aspect confers the following benefits: dramatic increase in perception, uncanny stealth and acrobatic abilities, and the ability to track and hunt in any terrain. He has gained low-light vision allowing him to see twice as far as a normal in starlight, moonlight, torchlight, and similar conditions of shadowy illumination. He retains the ability to distinguish color and detail under these conditions. With low-light vision, he could read a scroll as long as even the tiniest candle flame is next to him as a source of light.

Body Modifications:

None

Weapons and Equipment:

- Gaia's Defender: Len bought this pair of swords from a traveling trader, who swore Len would never lay his eyes, let alone his hands on a better weapon. The trader called them, Gaia's Defender, which he thought was another marketing ploy to target the high concentration of Divers in the area. But true enough, the weapons were superior in their creation. Not once have the blades ever failed him in combat. While he knows how to use a variety of weapons, experience is primarily applied to one-handed bladed weapons, like knives and daggers. Mastery has only been achieved with swords. Len still uses these blades as his primary weapon. Their name coincides with his occupation, making them very befitting for his ownership. At all times they are firmly placed in a custom sheath: one is located on the left side of his back while the other is strapped to his left hip.

-Gaia's Bow: Ironically, while Len is a supporter of modern technologies, there is only one ranged weapon that Len has skill with, and that is the bow and arrow. Whittled from oak and waxed often, it stands as a composite piece in his arsenal, silent, but deadly, and when coupled with his Ki, a logistical nightmare.

-Gaia's Ranger:Despite being his armor, it’s also a costume designed to resemble what some believe to be nature avatars. Taking on such an identity is perfect for his occupation and being recognized as a friendly presence. In addition to being a disguise and armored protection, it is also a highly capable ghillie suit composed of wood and leaves from the Ironbark Tree. When it comes to clothing, Len dresses for the occasion and keeps things simple. His outfits are often made from furs or other fabrics acquired from animals. When not armored, he will wear a simple leather vest with cloth trousers, and a light or heavy fur cloak depending on weather.

-Gurkha Blade: This is a curved knife, similar to the machete, used as both a tool and as a weapon. It is symbolic amongst the Ambrose family when used as a weapon, signifying the courage and valor of the bearer in the battlefield. The blade's distinctive forward drop is intended to aid the cutting action by having the edge maintain an angle (rather like a guillotine) rather than just have a straight edge at right angles to the target, this angle provides a more "slicing" action similar to a draw-cut with a machete or saber. The Gurkha Blade is effective as both a chopping and a slashing weapon. In combat, it is used in two different styles: stabbing with the point, slashing or chopping with the edge. Because the blade bends towards the opponent, the user need not angle the wrist, which makes the Gurkha Blade more comfortable as a stabbing weapon than other straight-bladed knives. Its heavy blade enables the user to inflict deep wounds and to cut through muscle and bone. As a tool, its use has varied from building, clearing, chopping firewood, and digging to cutting meat and vegetables, skinning animals, and opening tins.

Specialties:

-The ability to move through the forest comes naturally to Len. He can move through any sort of undergrowth (such as natural thorns, briars, overgrown areas, and similar terrain) at normal speed and without taking damage or suffering any other impairment. He also, innately leaves no trail in natural surroundings and can be difficult to track.

-As a master strategist of guerrilla tactics, which is a form of irregular warfare. Len employs the use of: ambushes, sabotage, raids, petty warfare, the element of surprise, and extraordinary mobility to harass a larger and less-mobile traditional army, or strike a vulnerable target, and withdraw almost immediately.

- Although proficiency is diminishing due to lack of practice, Len does have training in hand-to-hand combat. The martial art he learned makes use of grapples, holds, and turning your opponents force against them. At its core, it’s a defensive style created for just that purpose.

[Necrophage]

Rem Vano

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First Name: Rem
Last Name: Vano
Age: 31
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Part-time resident of Hyznia and a less renowned Diver.
Appearance:
Rem stands at five feet and nine inches. He's a bronze-skinned man with the build of a field laborer and dark brown hair. He has a solid even plain looking face, squared jaw, large nose and amber colored eyes. His hair is scraggly, long and unkempt and he has a full beard that he shaves just enough to keep it from growing "wizardly". He wears a brown tunic and trousers and a dark green cloak made from thick fibers tightly woven together in layers. Animal fur is stitched into the fringes of his hood and cloak to keep the cold out in location that are particularly vicious. He wears well made boots that he has clearly had for a very long time judging by the wear and scruff on them.
Personality: Rem is devoted to his personal research and to the furthering of his mentor's goals. Despite not having a lot of interaction with strangers of late he seems to be rather friendly and helpful. It is very clear that he holds a great deal of information back from those he knows.

Despite the friendly facade Rem is often distant. Spending more meaningful moments with his animal companions and examining flora and fauna than that of comrades around. He treats his companions with the same respect owed to a close friend regardless of their primal and savage demeanor. His mind seems set on growing closer to the beasts and understanding the secrets of No Man's Land before they are ploughed underfoot overzealous settlers.
History:
Rem's story starts with a man named Haedrig. Haedrig was an old scholar Hyznia who looked into the No Man's Land for secrets of the old world, of a world he thought existed before men shut themselves off from the outside in fear. Secrets he often termed as Whispers. He was a particularly noble and honest man with colleagues and unlike many mages, kept the company of oft-thought savage beasts. Among the higher orders of Hyznia he was counted for a pariah. He was looked down upon for his studies of the wild they tried so hard to keep out of their homes and states, not simply because he studied them but because he desired to grow closer to them. What Haedrig truly considered himself was as a professor of the Arcane Whispers. The Whispers he was so absorbed with are the fine details of the makeup of the living world, not in the artificial creations of the arcane but the naturally formed creatures and phenomena that were out there. The miracles of birth that could naturally create its own arcane current in a tiny body all with the power of a just a woman and seed of man. These things weren't engineered or designed, there was greater purpose and Haedrig wanted to seek it to the finest detail.

Rem was among the few men who believed in Haedrig's theories. The truth rang out to him as clearly as a church bell in a village square. The truth he learned only made him more hungry to find more. Not for power or glory but to understand more than what he was taught by the philosophy of men lazing in a castle. Haedrig was old and he told of stories he had when he was younger. He himself was a diver to learn in the wild. When Rem spoke to the old man of his own desire to go into No Man's Land and continue Haedrig's work, the professor beamed with excitement but pulled him aside to give him an important lesson.

"Know you not why I have no pet or animal with me, Rem?" The elder asked him, eyes brimming with total kindness.
"I don't, sir. With how oft you speak of the beasts and their majesty I have wondered such a thing." Rem responded, wondering where Haedrig was leading this.
Haedrig lifted his sleeve and pulled off a glove from his right hand. Strapped to his hand were false fingers, the pointer and thumb being the only real ones. "A beast of No Man's Land is always a beast, Rem. You don't tame them. You may grow close to them, you may trust them but they are their own. They will only obey if they trust you, if they love you. Remember Rem, a beast will always be a beast." He flexed the only functioning fingers slightly before placing the glove back on.

Haedrig was a gifted teacher but politics of the arcane orders are harsh and unforgiving. He died in his bed as he lived, happy, but a pariah amongst the order. The higher mages discredited his theories and his works were left in the dust. So Rem, emboldened by a fervor to carry on the work, picked up Haedrig's research where he left it. To hell with the politics of the order. He was going to go deeper to the truth than any man. He would tap into the arcane lifestream and study the whispers of old before they were stamped out by the artificial force crammed into an area by the introduction of a fake arcane node. That was indeed part of the old master's work. He found that the introduction of a huge source of power imbalanced the stability of local wildlife and natural currents. Haedrig's theories only added frustration to the council.
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After being summoned by the King of Hyznia with Master Sulfrax Lauchlin he was pulled into a building conflict he hoped he wouldn't regret.

Occupation: By definition Rem is a diver. Beyond that he is a personal researcher, explorer and cataloguer.

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Primary Focus: Arcane
Magical Capabilities:
Rem uses many archaic phrases in his spells to help him focus. Many think such methods are outdated to the speed of thought and motion but there is power in words.

Unro Boshoth - Causes the targeted rock, stone or dirt to become fine sand. Causes quicksand when used on an already loosened surface. This is a spell that fundamentally breaks down earthy surfaces. It has little to no effect on enchanted surfaces.
Unro Dagoon - Turns a patch of ground into thick, sticky mud that makes traversal difficult. A transmutation spell that is worthless in particularly dry climates without certain requirements met like underground water sources.
Ernal Finno - Manipulates the plants in a given area with their inherent arcane power to move quickly in order to obey the will of the user. Snaring, entangling, strangling, etc. With volume and duration come more strain on Rem. Releasing the spell on the plants will leave them in their current position without any further drain from the caster.
Read Beasts - A simple term for being able to perceive the intent and thoughts of something. In this case it is that of beasts, simple, carnal or otherwise. With this he can communicate to a certain degree that language doesn't allow and issue a command if the beast isn't inherently evil.
Untap Potential - Allows Rem to tap into the latent energy of an allied beast or comrade who has willed their consent to him. An emotional agreement is important to the success of the spell. Linked emotionally and by touch he may transfer his own arcane power into their body or temporarily change the flow of energy in theirs. This allows Rem to repair simple damage done to an arcane system or purposefully stimulate the system to give them a short boost in strength and arcane potency at the cost of the same energy later. They can burn through their arcane power more quickly to enhance strength and potency. Rem's own potential with this comes short of fixing a system shocked by silence. Such a thing is very delicate and trying to resuscitate a silenced system has similar consequences as if you were to defibrillate a man who's heart was already beating weakly. It could wind up causing worse damage.
Untap Potential is primarily used to support others and bring out the best in them but on a rare occasion when it is necessary and the risk is worth it he may reverse it between himself and Senna, granting himself some of the beast's power.

Rem's capabilities will improve as the story moves on.

Weapons and Equipment:
-Travelling Bag, a simple shoulder bag with ample space to place important belongings and research.
-Walking Cane, a long staff of naturally sturdy wood he crafted himself from a part of a very old tree. Despite the age it has a natural arcane current and acts as a useful conductor for his magic. A good way to avoid the use of batteries that may disrupt the specific flows he's looking for. Rem has enchanted it through the use of archaic runes to further augment its durability and allow him to channel arcane bolts through it. Arcane bolts are a standard magic attack known by most novice mages. They are not particularly deadly but provide an important power for self-defense.
-Tuning Flute, a peculiar instrument and one of the projects of Haedrig. The tuning flute was designed for the purpose of simple communication and sound mimicry with animals. It can capture certain sounds to be played by simply blowing the whistle. This is the only item of true importance that Rem carries on his person and he guards it closely. It's rather small and hangs around his neck. There are no switches or buttons, it is not science but a work of magic that responds to the users direct use of arcane energy.

Specialties:
-Rem Vano is an exceptional problem solver and tactician in tight spaces. When you work with beasts on a regular basis that have the capacity to eviscerate you within seconds this tends to happen. He works very well with others in combat and tends to stay at a medium distance from the fighting. The staff he carries isn't just for walking and with the right output of energy its density grows to be capable of blocking unusual weaponry and striking with an added measure of force. He himself isn't a stranger to a brawl but he's no warrior or destroyer. He moves the world he doesn't wreck it. (At least he tries his best not to.)
-Rem meditates on a different level than a ki specialist. It is not about what's inside but what is outside through the mind's eye. He can examine the arcane current running through things, living or otherwise, to take advantage of or research and learn from. These are often the locations of ancient whispers. Haedrig's Arcane Whispers are like the magical DNA of the world that cannot hide their past. He may recover energy more quickly through the exploitation of the land.
-Rem has an overly protective companion named Senna.
-Rem Vano is familiar with a lot of old languages and ancient runes.

Name: Senna
Age: Difficult to determine the specific age but Senna is certainly in the prime of her strength.
Sex: Female
Species: Ironbristle - A great black creature that most resembles a monstrous version of a cat, normally eight to nine feet in length this beast is covered in thick black bristles, the bristles are springy, sharp and durable. They leave almost no vulnerable spots on the creature's hide. The bristles smooth over when they are calm leaving them sleek and shiny as if they were covered in metal appearing almost statuesque. When they are alert, ready to attack or just threatening you they will often bear the bristles out like hair standing on end. Getting brushed against like this could do quite a lot of damage to someone if they weren't sufficiently clothed or armored. Their teeth and claws are over-enlarged, a natural adaptation to living in a location that requires predators to break through tough armor for their meal. Their bristles can grow back within hours of losing them, popping out of their hide like thick hairs. By using their bristles they can resist a great deal of physical harm but are rather vulnerable to magical attacks, a form of strike they normally don't deal with.
Some rare breeds or Ironbristle are poisonous. Their coat feels smooth going one way and sharper than a bed of razors the other.
Appearance: A slightly smaller ironbristle, Senna has beautiful gold eyes. Her coat bristles are a jet black, acting as great camouflage in dark places.
Personality: Loyal to Rem but has a mean independent streak where she will disappear to scour a new area or wait for Rem outside of settled areas. She is careful of any humanoid that is not Rem and extremely protective of him, to the point that touching him or even getting slightly close to him would warrant a fierce growl.
Sounds of the tuning flute are very effective at calming her down when she has become tense but Rem reserves its use as much as possible. He wants her free of any magical influence when possible.
History: Senna was one of Rem's first successful attempts to communicate with the wildlife of No Man's Land. She has been by his side even when his comrades and other companions have perished.
Magical Capabilities: Through Rem's potential magic the two can be linked on an instinctual level, allowing them to act and hold eachother back based on their feeling and desires and work in unison in combat or other pursuits.
Specialties:
-Watch the bristles! Touch it the wrong way and you're leaving flesh behind, they're very sharp.

[Hatman1801]

Sulfrax Lauchlin

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First Name: Sulfrax
Last Name: Lauchlin
Age: 37 (Physically 26)
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Hyznia
Appearance:
Sulfrax is a somewhat short individual for a man, standing at 5'7" and weighing only about 110 lb. His skin is very pale, with bright silver eyes, and very recognizable bright magenta hair kept somewhat short, barely covering his ears and the back of his neck, with hardly any bangs covering his forehead. His garb is very traditional of a mage, especially from Hyznia. He's commonly seen in a deep, deep blue hooded robe, almost black, and somewhat over-sized for him, with the hood hanging slightly over his eyes and the base occasionally dragging along the ground. His arms and legs are covered up just past the elbows and above the knees in black leather straps, adorned with several arcane runes, although his sleeves hang past his hands so these always noticeable. Regardless of his common garbs, he is a well-recognized presence across all of the Nations, a powerful Arch Mage responsible in the ability to create the arcane node being used for the survey and expansion projects.

Personality: "If you want to chase dreams, then go back to sleep. If you want to achieve ambitions, then get back to work."
Sulfrax is extremely detached and calculative. His only ambitions at this point seem to be towards furthering the knowledge of the arcane, and towards enhancing his already infamous magical prowess. While he is more widely known as a brilliant mind and an example for those with ambitions of power and knowledge, over the past several years he has gradually faded from the public eye, his known deeds rarely mentioned, and himself becoming more of a recluse, both politically and personally. His mental stability is often called into check, and his continued study of the arcane has gone from diligent to obsessive. He will change both moral views and objectives seemingly at a whim, as long as they meet the criteria of benefiting himself, or his arcane knowledge as a whole.

History:Sulfrax was a well-respected and famous Arch Mage, directly responsible for the ability to create a synthetic arcane node. Ten years prior, Arcadia announced it's creation of a functioning synthetic arcane node. At this same time, the famous arch mage became infamous. He was taken off of development teams, slowly stripped of authority, and fell from the public eye, at a pace that garnered questions from very few. None are sure why this has happened, but regardless, Sulfrax's impact on the magical community over the years remains. Any proper scholar or even ranked mage would know him at a moment's notice, for none could contain the books written of him.

Occupation: Ex-CMAS Arch Mage, former head of the S-S Project, former Hyznian scholar.

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Primary Focus: Arcane

Magical Capabilities: Being a (former) Arch Mage of his talent, his mastery of the arcane is well-renowned, and properly feared. His repertoire is vast, consisting of elemental, mental, and physical manipulation on a grand scale, all while using his arcane network to pinpoint efficiency. Rumors since his fall from the public eye have been varied, with some saying that he must have lost power...or has only been gaining more without government distractions.

Body Modifications: Apparently none.

Weapons and Equipment: A small satchel beneath his robe carries a notebook, where he keeps notes for future archiving, as well as a roll of spare leather wrappings. The leather bindings on his arms and legs must have some arcane property, but it is not apparent what.

Specialties: Sulfrax has studied the arcane to the (apparent) point of madness. Only the ridiculously obscure and obscene in the realm of magic would surprise him. Being a magic-happy recluse doesn't exactly do wonders for the physical body though; he's quite weak in muscle and slow on foot, often using magic for even mundane tasks. Despite this, he doesn't seem to tire easily, although whether his stamina is natural or not could be questionable.

[13org]

Kasumi Kuromoto

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First Name: Kasumi "Fox" "The last Kagerou"

Last Name: Kuromoto

Age: 19

Sex: Female

Home Nation: A small island on the south-east of Thorisa. Home to the now extinct group, the Kagerou.

Appearance: Purplish, long hair, usually adorned with beads and strings. Two locks of hair are tied with a blue neon string.
Standing at 1.70m, she is of an exotic beauty. Slender, flexible and athletic body, shaped by years of training. Mysterious and treacherous eyes coupled with a mysterious smile draws the attention of those who look at her.

Casually she wears a brown buttoned coat with black pants, but while in a mission, her attire of choice is a black leather suit, with a hoodied cape made of straps of black cloth, making it easier for her to blend in the environment while dark and move silently. Her armor isn't fancy or complex. It wasn't made for being flashy or beautiful, it was made to be effective and not restrict her movements. The cloak can even look raggedy with the black straps dangling around, but it fills its purpose perfectly.

Casual clothes

Kasumi

Personality: Kasumi is a trained assassin and accomplished infiltrator, sure, but at the same time she is still a 19 years old girl. While in a mission she is very focused and centered. When blood is drawn though, she fights with a smile on her face, enjoying the hunt. Her eyes and expression are of excitedness and joy, while she pounces on her prey with a wild, fast and furious style.

Outside of combat she has a very fox like behavior. Cunning, manipulative, flirty and provocative, she enjoys provocating others, particularly those she find interesting or men which she finds attractive. She wont refrain from using her charm to get what she wants, but can be surprisingly warm and sweet to those who are able to earn her trust and admiration.

History: Kagerou, a group of very select individuals. Sons of the shadows they were called. The best assassins and infiltrators. Different from other mercenaries though, Kagerous were famous for abiding by the "old code". They offered their services only to those who they deemed "worthy" and with goals who were worthy of them. Their loyalty was absolute, and would not betray their "lord" or left his side until his death or the completion of said goal. Not surprisingly, those who had their blades by their sides, had every information they needed, and their blade would reach everywhere. There was no escape to a person marked by the Kagerou.
Due to this, they became very feared. Their names were synonym of an unstoppable force. Even nations feared them. They were actually not serving, but controlling the path that Thorisa would follow by serving those who they deemed worthy.
Each year that passed, they became even more feared. People would treat them like deities. Some even started cultuating them as the will of the gods.
The Kagerou rule Thorisa until one day.
The day of the betrayal. All the nations agreed that something had to be done. Every single man and woman in Thorisa was subject to their "code". Betrayed by their own lord, the Kagerou were mercilessly slain. Every single one of them, wiped out of existence. Or that was what they thought.

Hidden in the shadows, the last Kagerou disappeared from the world. Ages passed, and their name became an old myth.

Many years later, a rumor began spreading. A name that was long forgotten. The Kagerou.
A very effective assassin and killer, abiding by the same old code. Her name was unknown. Her alias "Fox" was said in hushed tones by important people around Thorisa. Many said that she was only pretending to be a Kagerou to earn money, that the Kagerou were long gone, but a few swore by the fact that the Kagerou weren't dead, "The last Kagerou" they called her.

...

Kasumi's life was a constant battle. Many assassins were sent to take her life. Wishing to protect her identity, she refrained from killing them, instead, always fleeing, never staying for too long at the same town.
She didn't have a "Lord", and didn't cared about one either, Kasumi was different from the other Kagerou. The old code was exactly what it was: old and outdated, it served only to lead the former Kagerou to their demise.
Kasumi didn't wanted to live slave to a "Lord". She wanted her own freedom.
Deciding to serve no one, only her, Kasumi made her mind: She wouldn't make the same mistake as the former Kagerou made. She would live. She would do whatever did her happy and fulfilled. She would only take missions and hunt when she wanted to, she would never offer her body to someone who didn't deserved it, as the female Kagerou did back then. She was her own master.
Occupation: [Currently discussing with the GM] Former assassin/infiltrator

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Primary Focus: Ki

Magical Capabilities:

- Shadow walk: Kasumi is completely invisible and undetectable by any means while on shadows.

- Predator's body: Ancient Kagerou technique reinforces one's body with ki, giving it absurd agility, speed and precision. Unlike other body reinforcing techniques, this one focuses on speed, agility and precision. Although strength and toughness are also enhanced, they are only enhanced about half of what the standard body reinforcing techniques would allow to. Plus it allows her to climb steep walls and move without difficulty even in the roughest terrains.

- One with the dark: Emits an aura of complete darkness around a large area around her. Anyone inside it are completely in the darkness. Although light sources work inside this aura, their effectivity is severely reduced.

Body Modifications: None.

Weapons and Equipment:
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Wrist mounted crossbow

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Throwing needles

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Chained dagger (can be swung around, reach difficult places, strangle etc.

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Bladed gauntlet

Specialties:
- Infiltration/Assassination
- Very flexible body
- Knowledgeable about poisons and healing herbs
- Able to craft a myriad of equipment such as alchemical smoke bombs, poisonous smoke, tranquilizer, etc.
- Naturally silent
- Thanks to her abilities, is able to see in the complete darkness
- Survival techniques and first aid

[Empath]

Miranda Kross

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First Name: Miranda (though she mainly goes under the alias: ‘Mira’ these days).
Last Name: Kross (though she rarely uses it because of her past).
Age: 29.
Sex: Female.
Home Nation: Anu.
Appearance:

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Miranda Kross stands at around 5’8” weighing roughly 137 pounds. Her frame is athletically built: neither thin, but neither fat. Her body is clearly honed through training and hardship and can withstand a large amount of physical distress. Her skin has been colored with a nutty tan because of her long hours spent in the No Man’s Land and its, at times, grueling sun. She has petite sharp features that are a trait she inherited from her An’shinian heritage and is common among the women from her nation. Similar to her wild shoulder-length red hair is her sharp amber colored eyes that seem to penetrate anything she looks upon.

She tends to wear a remarkable amount of clothing, usually covering almost all of her skin. These outfits generally consist of a black cloak covering a black leather jacket and a white shirt underneath. Often Mira also wears a red scarf to keep her warm. She tends to wear relatively baggy military pants and leather shoes that have been made to withstand the harsh conditions of the No Man’s Land. Other than this another piece of important clothing she wears are a set of red and black leather gloves. If any part of her skin is exposed she tends to cover it with bandages.
Lastly, whenever she travels into the No Man’s Land she always wears a slim gas mask with a set of goggles.

Personality: Miranda Kross had always been an energetic and curious child from the first time she could notice the world around her. This cobbled together with her high intellect meant that she has never taken the reality she sees as given: she always wants to question everything around her and try all the possibilities: often this ended in her being reprimanded from some form of tease or problem she caused.
However, as she grew older she also became calmer: she learned the strictness of the military and became what can only be described as a precise person: she did everything as quick and precise at it was possible. Though she hasn’t forgotten her childhood fun: she can still crack a few jokes and tease those around her now and then, but sadly this energetic and life-fascinated persona has been buried beneath the layers of adulthood and suffering.

Ever since she realized the truth of her past she has become more and more distant from the world around her: she tends to shy away from physical approaches and hides behind her clothe and loneliness in the fear that her abilities might suddenly awake and hurt those around her. This is also one of the reasons why she joined the Divers: she is searching for a cure to her abilities. Because of this she forces herself beyond what others might generally do to themselves - and this sometimes bleeds onto those around her: she can at times expect too much of those she begins to trust, often expecting them to be as strict as herself and most of the times getting angry that they aren’t.
While she isn’t what could be called a “warm” person anymore, she still cares for those that has gotten close to her - sadly it is far too few that has, and most who has gotten to know her has ended up dead.

History:

Background

Miranda Kross was born into the royal Kross family of the An’shin people. She was the first daughter of, but not the first child, however, because of the religious beliefs and culture of their society she became the heir to the throne through a series of unfortunate events. You see, in the An’shin society they worship what is known as The Void in the rest Thorisa, but The Void is not kind and devours those that are not deemed worthy. For a culture that is based largely around warriors and war, this means that the leader of the people must be one that is deemed worthy by The Void.
For this reason every child that is born into the Kross family is tested by The Void at the age of 5 by connecting with small doses of pure essence of The Void: if the child is deemed worthy it will be taken in by the priests and Priestesses of the Temple of The Void where it would grow up until the child reaches the age of 25. Over the course of this timespan, the child is taught in the ways of The Void, the art of war, leadership, and most importantly receiving a constant flow of essence from The Void in small doses, until finally, if it manages to survive that long, blooms into the captain of the feared special forces of Anu known as “Spectre” - and later the leader of the An’shin people.
For most this would be a grueling life full of pain and misery - not something you would wish for yourself or your child. But Miranda was the first child of the royal Kross family that survived the initial trial: her two older brothers were sadly both consumed by The Void. This meant that she grew up in hardship, but also with the responsibilities of a royal heir.
Luckily for Miranda she was blessed with not only royal blood but also an incredible genius: it didn’t take her long to learn any subject and even the elusive teachings of The Void came surprisingly easy to her - though the powers of The Void was not something even a genius like Miranda could control easily, and even through the many years of training she wasn’t able to control it.
Yet she kept trying and so the years went by and before she knew it she had finished her grueling training: she emerged as the captain of the Spectres and the future heir of the An’shin people. However, because her parents were still alive she accepted the role of the An’shin princess.

This position meant that she often had to travel to different regions of Thorisa: either as a Spectre or more frequently; on ambassadorial missions to the nations of Teknoh, Arcadia, Illon, Hyznia, and even at times Saiga. As she was part of the royal family she became well known among the upper echelons of the different societies of Thorisa, yet because of her people’s religious beliefs, she was aware of the whispers behind her back. Miranda didn’t think much of it, and her charming personality meant that even those that despised the An’shin society became enthralled by her.

Her life continued like this for many years, but as she entered into her 27th cycle her life began to change. She had always been an energetic and curious person and had ended up in a lot of unfortunate situations because of this. Over the years she had calmed down a bit, but she was still an individual that sought out excitement, unknowns, and knowledge. These traits lead her onto the path that would ultimately shape her future.
It was on one of her ambassadorial journeys to Arcadia that she overheard the whispers and tales of her older brothers: brothers she hadn’t known she had. For some reason this shook her on a personal level: her entire life was built on the corpses of her older brothers. She was only the person she was because they had sacrificed their lives for her.
Miranda didn’t decide to act after overhearing this: She was a person whose genius liked to consider all variables before she acted and as such she let this new information about her life reside in her conscious as she went over and over it more times than even she could count.

To her surprise she found herself filling with disdain. Disdain towards her life, her people, her parents, and even towards The Void itself: the religious idea that she had always found comfort in. It wasn’t soon until this disdain spread to her entire being and she began to despise herself and the abilities she had gained. She grew more and more distant as the months went by and began to refer to the abilities as a curse: “the Curse of The Void”.

This hatred culminated in the day that disrupted her life and changed it so drastically that even she couldn’t have foreseen it. It started with her confronting her parents about the truth: at first, they brushed it aside as pure gossip, but as the conversation turned into an argument it became clearer that these rumors and whispered the truth: She was a child born of the death of her older brothers and the sons of her parents.
Some people might not have cared much for this, but Miranda was different. She found herself despising everything about her: her family, her nation, even her religion. She could only see one way out of this ‘curse’: she had to escape.

It wasn’t soon after she let go of her old name and left her nation for good. She drifted through Thorisa’s many nations, surviving only on the skills she had learned from her many years of training on how to survive in the wilderness, yet no single individual can survive alone in the harsh environments of the No Man’s Land.
Having survived longer in No Man’s Land than anyone other than the Divers, Miranda’s luck finally disappeared. As she was making her way across a desert in an unknown part of Thorisa she was attacked by a group of wild beasts. Having survived on almost nothing she had no strength to fight this pack of carnivores. Her tries at fighting them off became more and more desperate and it wasn’t soon before she collapsed, but not before mustering up a wave of Void magic - something she hadn’t done since she ran away from her home. This wave pushed the beasts away from her and creating a large sand-cloud that rose above the endless desert.
Her world became black as she lost consciousness.

Luckily for her, this wasn't the end. Her last bit of magic had been strong enough to force the sand high enough up to alarm a group of Divers nearby and as the beasts came to their senses and readied themselves for a feast, they were once again forced back: this time by the group of Divers that came to Miranda’s rescue.
When she woke up she was resting in the Diver’s camp, but it wasn’t soon after she woke up that she was attacked again, this time by the questions from the Divers that had saved her life and wanted to know who she was and what she was doing alone in No Man’s Land.
As the questions overwhelmed her, Miranda somehow realised that she shouldn’t tell the truth: That she was the famously lost princess of the An’shin people, and despite the odds being against her that none of the Divers in front of her had seen her or heard of her, she decided that she had better keep her true identity a secret.

This was when the individual known as “Mira” was born.

She created a fragile background for herself as she was surrounded by the group of Divers; that she had been traveling with a group of soldiers and her family on the way to Saiga when they had been attacked by wild beasts and she had fled. Knowing that this story likely wouldn’t be believable, after all, who was sane enough to travel lightly in the No Man’s Land - other than the Divers, of course? But to her surprise, the Divers didn’t push her story further, for they could see in her eyes that she wouldn’t tell anymore.

Through a series of events the woman once known as Miranda Kross became a Diver that went under the name of ‘Mira’: a Diver that became well known for her daring journeys and mysterious abilities that didn’t seem to correspond with any of the known magics that the other Divers used. However, whenever someone pushed for her backstory she always kept quiet, a personality trait that only served to further increase her status as the mysterious Diver that always kept away from the different nations as much as she could and had a much too keen interest in old historical artifacts.

The reason for her obsession with old artifacts was born from a sudden realisation that occurred to her back when she had only just been saved by the group of Divers and were travelling towards one of their safe havens: She could never rid herself of The Curse of The Void, she would always be trapped by the magic that had been forced upon her and threatened her life every second of the day if she wasn’t careful - and she craved peace like nothing else in her life, peace to live without the burden of her dead brothers, without her past and without The Void.
As she learned more and more about the Divers and their society she realised that perhaps the very nature of the Divers could be her salvation: perhaps one of this world’s hidden artifacts would reveal a way for her to cut the ties she had with The Void - and as such she could gain her freedom once and for all.

Occupation:
Former occupation: Princess of Anu and captain of the Spectres.
Current occupation: Diver.

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Primary Focus: The Void
Magical Capabilities:
- Construction and deconstruction: because of the very nature of Void energies Miranda possesses the ability to construct and deconstruct matter: however it has to be done through physical touch of her skin, and proves unusable if anything is in between. This has also meant that she has had to construct special clothing that can withstand this effect. Unfortunately for her these capabilities are also the core of her problems: the Curse of The Void - as she likes to refer it to.
She lives on a knife’s edge, her body is constantly constructing and deconstructing itself because of the energies from The Void that has been imprinted on her through her time at the Temple of The Void and her closer ties with The Void. Because of these energies, it isn’t rare that certain small areas of her body are deconstructed, however, it all appears to depend on her mental stability and strength. Furthermore, she cannot construct or deconstruct just anything: the size and force of the matter will consume an equal portion of her energy - ultimately resulting in her own death by deconstruction. Because of this and her troublesome past she rarely, if ever, utilizes this ability despite her relative proficiency in it. This ability is also the reason she despises human contact and keeps to herself.
- Warping imitation: This magical ability, whose name Miranda herself has come up with after learning of the Warpers, is basically relying on the very foundation of The Void itself: the lack of space, time, or energy. Using these variables Miranda can somehow move herself or anything she is in contact with to any point she can observe, instantly. Mind you this requires quite a lot of concentration and calculation and as such isn’t easy to pull off: in fact, it might actually require someone of Miranda’s intellect to be able to use. This also means that a significant drawback is a danger of warping, or teleporting, yourself into something - or more horrifically: splitting yourself apart.
Luckily Miranda has yet to experience this... On herself.

Body Modifications: None.

Weapons and Equipment:
- Basic survival gear: healing materials, medical supplies, etc.
- 2 swords that are made of a black metal that once fell from the skies many millennia ago. These have been masterfully worked into thin blades similar to a Chokutō, but with blades on each side. They are so sharp that they can pierce thin sheets of metal with ease.
- Knives: Mira always carries around a more than necessary amount of knives for various purposes.
- 2 pistols with A/A bullets she herself have constructed.
- All of Mira’s clothing has been enchanted by runes to protect them against the touch of Miranda’s skin.

Specialties: Miranda is quite skilled as a tracker, utilizing her intellect and knowledge to consider the variables.
Mira is a skilled fighter and she can keep herself alive in close quarter combat because of her understanding and harsh training in the different martial arts that together with her sword-skills make her a feared fighter. Her skill with handguns is also something to take note of.
It should be noted that because of her hate towards her the power of The Void she has used a lot of her time training to rely more heavily on her weapons and equipment so that she doesn’t have to rely on anything but the smallest amount of power from The Void to keep her alive.

[Guilty Spark]

Valen Jidar

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First Name: Valen "Storm-Eyes"

Last Name: Jidar

Age: 23

Sex: No, thank you.

Home Nation: Hyznia

Appearance: Beneath his ever-present armor, a mane of coppery-brown hair frames a face composed of chiseled, angular features made all the more imposing by crystalline blue eyes. He stands roughly 5'11 (180 cm) and weighs a dense 220 lbs. (100 kg).

Personality: Valen chose to be a Diver for one reason, and that is the freedom it afforded him. Although he returns to cities frequently, he is no longer confined by them, and that desire for independence is at the core of who he is. In no-man's-land there is no safety net of government or family, failure means death and your own merits are what keep you breathing at the end of the day.

Despite that, he is not a callous or solitary individual. He enjoys the company of others, sharing a drink and a story of close-calls in the safety of a tavern, and he's a stalwart companion who puts the safety of the group as a whole above his own.

History: Valen is the second son of Cyndor Jidar, a man known throughout Hyznia as the patriarch of the esteemed House Jidar, a clan of mages responsible for many powerful arch mages throughout the city-state's history. From his youth he was brought up with the expectation that he would become an accomplished mage in his own right, but while his brother and sister excelled at their studies Valen frequently lagged behind in terms of execution. He had a strong arcane network, and a proven understanding of the concepts involved, but his control was lacking.

Still, his father and mother held out hope for him. Despite his growing lack of confidence in himself, they pressured him to apply himself rigorously to his studies until finally he made a reckless mistake. In an experiment with defensive magic at the age of nineteen, he lost control of his arcane network and the backlash ravaged his face. The cosmetic wounds were easily healed, but the damage to his eyes needed more than the Jidar family was personally capable of, so he was sent to Arcadia to see a machinist reported to be capable of restoring his vision.

When Valen's vision was finally restored, he found himself far from his mother and father's overbearing expectations. The city of Arcadia, a place the likes of which he'd never seen with his nose buried in books back in primitive Hyznia. There he was able to realize the world was far bigger than he'd ever known, and he chose to ditch his escorts and make his own way in the world. Thus began his path as a Diver.

Occupation: Diver

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Primary Focus: Arcane

Magical Capabilities: Valen uses a form of magic known as Gravitation which allows him to manipulate the gravity of objects and entities, or create specific gravity wells which draw or repulse everything around them. Naturally, heavier targets require a far greater deal of arcane energy to manipulate. Where he might pin a hound to the ground, it would be much easier to cause a tiger's pounce to carry it over his head.

Body Modifications: Arcanite Eyes - Following a magical accident, Valen's eyes were irreparably damaged. A skilled machinist was able to construct false eyes for him, which are capable of detecting movement in near total darkness.

Weapons and Equipment:

• Arcanite-Cored Spear - Capable of conducting arcane energy, and being used as a melee weapon.
• The Lightning Rod - A short range melee weapon capable of conducting Valen's arcane energy in the same way a staff might, but rather than expend his own energy it is frequently connected to an arcanite battery.
• Battle-Worn Armor & Shield

Specialties:

[RyuShura]

Hider

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First Name: Pincy, the Pierrot
Age: Unknown
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Hyznia

Appearance:
(I drew a quick sketch! I hope it doesn’t look too rushed… I dunno if I’ll finish it.)

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In all aspects of the word, Pincy is an oddity, from each of his peckish mannerisms, to most especially the way he looks. The faceless man is all things one would expect from a Warlock from the age-stilled Hyznia, perhaps even then some. Standing at a staggering 6’8 ft, approximately 207 centimeters according to other metrics, though this is less than impressive since his girth is practically skeletal. Donned almost entirely in a dress-like black cloak adorned with feathers and strange etchings and an expressionless pale mask, the only telling signs of his humanity are the exposed arms. But even this is questionable. His skin is sickly ashen and layered by blackened tattoos of symbols that band around the lanky limbs, which to the eyes of an ordinary mage, serve an unknown purpose. His eyes mark an eerie mystery about the man, faintly purple glowing orbs within the sockets of the mask, pupil-less, and if not for his occasional blink, there would be no sign of even living.

Personality:
Despite his unsettling appearance, Pincy is quite the social and outgoing personality. He can be described as passionate, if not completely carefree, the first to crack a snide joke when a chance presented itself, even in places of danger, often following along with a laugh imbibed with incredible gusto. Perhaps it is for this reason he has earned himself the title of ‘Pierrot’. As a self-proclaimed scholar, Pincy has an unquenchable love for the unknown and mysterious, and the more taboo or widely feared, the more compelled he is to delve deeper to uncover the truth for ‘his own eyes’. He also harbors a fascination that borders obsession when it comes to dreams and nightmares, believing they are a plane of hidden potential in sentient beings.

History:

Hider

All humans were once bathed in blood. This was the very first truth he would learn in life, before he was even able to speak or understand all the little things. His birth was laced with screams and crying, but not that of his own. When the ashen baby emerged, it marked the end of the horrific ritual conducted by a coven of deranged warlocks, which had been to create a life that would be able to see through the fabrics of something they dubbed ‘The Waking Dream’ and commune with otherworldly forces. Ripped from the cold dead hands of his sacrificial mother, a young teenage girl adorned atop a mound of grisly carved corpses molded together into that liken of a hellish womb. The baby was, as the cult had worked so hard for, gifted with pale eyes that peered not at what lay before them, but as though far beyond.

In simpler terms, the boy as made blind to allow him a greater sense of arcana. But this gift was did not come with it’s own flaws. He was plagued with horrific nightmares and gripped with vivid audible hallucinations that twisted reality into an awful state that he could barely decipher what was in fact real and what was the figment of his traumatized mind. Not to mention the insufferable aching in his head. He would go into episodes of violent rage or extreme emotion, the warlocks locking him alone in a dark cell for whole days, even weeks, until he stopped crying and thrashing about, dragging him out only to resume using him as a medium for their studies into the forbidden and vast unknown planes.

Only the occasional dream of a pale moonlit ocean soothed him from the painful headaches and relentless visions, giving him a briefly conjured haven from all the madness. In this place, he was able to meet with his deceased mother whom waited underneath the reflection in the still expanse of water. Welcoming the weary boy into her arms, she would whisper lovely words into his ears to quiet the pain.

But it was only a dream.

He would awaken to just another session where they tortured him with magic in order to slip into a painful subconscious state of dreaming where he can relay what he saw and what he heard to them. The boy was nothing but a tool for their enlightenment, but they were not the only ones learning from his sessions with the otherworldly beings. He was gaining control of the terrible power through just the exposure and a cunning plan hatched when he witnessed a pheasant devour a wolf in one of his nightmares. One day, during one of their bloody rites, he tricked them with false knowledge and caused them to be dragged screaming away by creatures even he did not properly understand.

He burned all that remained of the coven and their rituals, even the other captive slaves, making sure none of the terrible memories survived. He then adopted a new identity, assuming the name of Pincy, the name of the mother he never knew.

Occupation: Diver

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Primary Focus: Arcane

Magical Capabilities:

-Touch of the Cosmos; An avid lucid dreamer and astral projector, Pincy has traveled to the depths of consciousness and tapped into a place of higher knowledge by listening to the voices of mysterious beings located in the outer planes. He believes that dreams are a place where echoes of consciousness comes and goes, where thoughts and ideas are imprinted like mental signal. Normal minds mistake this for garbled nonsense due to their inability to comprehend it, but he has spend many more years than he is actually alive, as time is never constant during dream state, tirelessly translating bits and pieces into a ‘language’ for him to use. As such, the young mage is an expert on crafting runes and harnessing his power into these mysterious symbols. They act like single-use conduits that allow him to manipulating arcana in ways he is otherwise unable to do himself do to his waning physical health. For basic spells, he will need to draw only a small string of them, but for more advanced spells, he can connect the runes into a complicated diagram for a more powerful effect. This requires much more preparation and time, of course, ranging from hours to sometimes even days to finish.
--As of this point in his research into the forbidden and unknown, he has a solid grasp regarding most of the unconventional forms of magic, namely those of witchcraft and spiritualism, from conjuring illusions, to invoking curses, and even ritualistic summoning (just in case). Most of his methods involve indirectly hurting his adversaries, but when the need comes, he can channel a bit of eldritch lighting to zap those who don't respect boundaries.

-Eyes of the Sleepless Dreamer; Having been born heinously stripped of vision, he developed an uncanny ability to sense things around him by the amount of arcana they exhibit. Not nearly as far as normal eyesight, he is able to sense things all around him. While this may sound powerful, it is many times more sensitive than normal eyes. If one has ever spun around too quickly or watched a screen full of blurry movement up close, the result is often a nasty migraine. This is similar, but much worse, a complete overload of senses. Too much movement detected at once will disorientate him and cause his mind to be wracked in pain.

Weapons and Equipment:
‘Solace’; his only weapon and tool, enchanted by countless runes learned from greater beings discovered in his dreams. The weapon serves as both a staff and rather hardy lance. Able to be conjured from the tattoos on his arms, a summoning diagram that reacts only to his own blood, the black lance is a conduit to control his sporadic arcana, otherwise defiant to his command, concentrating the essence to carve unnatural runes onto any surface to be enchanted by his unique arcana. It can be returned with a simple command.

Specialties:
-Has an extensive knowledge regarding forbidden lore for his young age, and is jaded to most horrors that might terrify even the most mentally stable people.
-No one has ever seen him eat, but he can be found sleeping quite often.

[Greenguy]

Heedy Haw Haw

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First Name: Heedy
Last Name: Haw Haw
Age: *Hic*
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Satan’s Asshole (not really but he’s drunk)
Appearance: HEEDY HAW HAW, is a short, 3’ 9” tall man who wears a bucket on his head. It is made of tin, and it keeps the sanity out and the sanity in and the sanity in all the right places and the sanity in the bottle too! He wears a magnificent white beard, full of alcoholic scent, dirt, random people’s mother’s...things, and white! His wonderful coat, stained from last night's margarita mix, houses enough pockets and the like to store over thirty thousand lost emails.

He carries multiple packs on his person, each full of ammunition and alcohol to fuel his latest experiment, the S.O.B. Cannon.

The S.O.B. (Shittons of Booze) Cannon is a state of the art, BoozeTech grade heavy weapon that requires one hand to fire, one hand to aim, one hand to fill it, and one hand to give a kiss when it’s time for bed. It’s long, grey barrel can leave any performing man feeling lacking from its length, its powerful triple revolver chamber...probably makes no relevance. A singular pouring slot rests at the top of the revolver chambers, ready for the next shot of whatever to come pouring in



Personality: He’s a heavy drunk, always testing out the taste, kick, and power of the concoctions he may or may not have on his person. He’s loud, explosive, and drunk as much as possible. So much that it’s likely that he’ll never experience a hangover...because he’s never not drunk. The world is his playground, and the bed for he and his cannon to rest on when shit gives ugly and he needs a drinking break. Did he mention how drunk he is?

When he’s drinking, he’s working on his so called BoozeTech creations which at the moment solely consist of the S.O.B. Cannon. His official title, listed on his Diver’s License, is The BoozeTech Magus.

History: Heedy Haw Haw remembers extremely little of his past. In fact the only thing he does remember is how many drinks he hasn’t had. Which is all of them. The majority of his life spent so far has been under a table, lips on a bottle, or face on a workbench as he goes day by day living it to the fullest, then emptiest, then fullest again after he gets another beer.

He does keep some sort of book though, that he doesn’t let anyone look at. Those who have managed to look at it, find only blank pages in the book. Yet Heedy manages to write in it every day, and vividly recall what he wrote where.

Occupation: Driver, under the callsign BoozeTech Magus.

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Primary Focus: Alchemical, because fuck you he shoots booze
Magical Capabilities:
Alcholocaust: Due to the sheer amount of alcoholic consumption that Heedy Haw Haw has undergone, his body’s arcane network has adapted to the sheer amount of mind altering effects from the alcohol. He is immune to mind altering/controlling
effects.

BoozeTech Magi: If Heedy Haw Haw has a machine that he can pour alcohol into, it will work. He himself has no idea how it explains it, but due to his unrealized mastery of drinking so much, his arcane network has adapted. he can tap into that adaptation to cause machines, for a short amount of time, to alter and be fueled by the booze intake in a manner that Heedy Haw Haw may or may not want.
Body Modifications:
BoozeTech Infuser: In the form of his tin cap, Heedy Haw Haw can use his Arcane Network to charge at most two bottles or cans of booze at a time. Simply slide them into the slot and his drunk booziness will do the rest. Each charge requires three hours at least to appropriately infuse the alcohol with Arcane Energy.
Weapons and Equipment:
The S.O.B. Cannon: Each shot of Arcane Booze supplies six shots of randomosity.

BoozeBoots: His steps, staggery and weird, will never have him fall over.

Jacketized Aim Stablization: An attachment on Heedy’s outfit that allows his drunken self to compensate for the loss of everything forever when hipfiring with his cannon
Specialties: Engineering, Explosives, Wine-tasting, Booze tasting, exploration, Bullshitting, fourth wallbreaking, More Bullshitting, Sensing Motives, Drinking, Bullshiting Especially, and Counting.

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