Lurking Shadow

Rerun: Blackguards!

@Red Wizard oh no, there is no demand. I was merely speaking in jest and a little spirit of playfulness. But I suppose that is not welcome here. I apologize.

Rerun: Blackguards!

ey lads. a certain other person i talk to is feeling awkward to say but they request I demand a discord on their behalf. it would be pretty sweet, we can share memes coordinate our shenanigans and also do some shipping as tends to happen. so what does everyone think?

Also I might reveal a secret about myself that no one knows except for everybody I told it too. That may or may not be a bribe. there will be cookies. That was a bribe.

Rerun: Blackguards!

Omiku

Omiku

Placeholder image from ref sheet while I wait on first commission.

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Name

Omiku

Race

Blood Scion

Gender

Female

Age

172 years

Appearance

Omiku resembles an anthropomorphic kitsune with nine tails and a tall and slender build. She is about six and a half feet tall, has dark grey fur and long flowing black hair. Her eyes glow a piercing red that softly illuminates her face like the faded light of the moon. Around her waist, upper arms, and neck is a series of runic symbols that are so black they seem to swallow light at times.

Ordinarily she wears a crimson red suit of armor resembling that of the Samurai, though hers is visibly battle-worn and cracked, with tatters of a dark fabric long since shredded, a reminder of the heights from which she has fallen. From these cracks vague wisps of smoke-like shadows emanate, and on occasion, blood.

Personality

Omiku is a being of chaos and destruction. She has an intrinsic desire to feed off the lifeblood of others to sustain her and a greed to take more than is enough. Her heritage encourages an evil inclination, but Omiku is conflicted with inner turmoil and a desire to over come her nature.

Omiku is often cool and collected, on guard to restrain the random thoughts that take a dark turn. She is friendly, if a bit dispassionate, acting in good-faith with others, unless given a reason not to, so as to ingratiate herself in the minds of others.

Her continued existence depends on feeding off of the lifeblood of others, a requirement of her nature. But she has the freedom to choose the victim, often morally justifying her murder by killing unsavory characters if she can. Though in times of starvation her morality may go ignored.

Background

Long ago the creatures of the land began to experience a terrible epidemic of monsters. A horde of vampiric demons appeared from the forbidden lands every dusk to spread death and destruction before returning by dawn. For centuries their neighbors suffered before mounting a resistance together against these ‘Blood Scions’ as they referred them as. As one they formed an impressive defense that forced the Blood Scions to change tactics, no longer could they have their way by force. But with subtlety and trickery. No more were the lands pillaged and strewn with the dead, but in return people went missing. Stolen away in the night by unseen forces.

These events continued for several decades before King Tyronde came to purge the forbidden lands of foul influences and destroyed every trace of the creatures within. The king and his forces spread the purity of land to the dark and cursed lands, reigniting life and hope where once there was death and despair. Within weeks the people were freed from the horrors that plagued them and the region found peace and bounty once again. Or at least that is the official story. Some speak of alternative events in hushed whispers, of one of the monsters turning against the rest. A way for the Blood Scions to be weak and allow the king to appear as a hero without any meaningful danger. Some say that a few of those damned creatures still exist, somewhere near the king. And that his foolishness will allow for them to return.

Ever since that day, Omiku has been in the Maw. Not a pleasant place, the fact that most of the time she is kept isolated from the others. Perhaps they wish to break her mind? Or perhaps mold her into a tool for them to use. Regardless, she has had plenty of time to think and reflect. Her kind has been like a blight on this world, it was no wonder they have found resistance eventually. The humans were simply there to strike at that which has been a plague upon them, a perfectly understandable reaction to the actions of her kin. And of the traitor, he is the one that deserves all of her ire. Betrayal is a high offense, and for what she can only guess. But knowing her kin it was a lust for more.

And that is why she must be different if she is to survive. Her kin have brought little but evil and what did they get in return but the same evil reflected back at them? Omiku must change her ways if she wishes to survive where her kin did not. From now on the only hate she has is for the traitor, let him take on all of her evil. And she has her revenge, she will kill her evil and the traitor together and be free of the nature that consumed her kin.

Talents

Omiku can draw upon blood and darkness around her, utilizing both for different means. Blood is life for her kind, and as such it can have rejuvenating effects for her. By consuming fresh blood, she can recover quickly from wounds or even withstand harmful effects for longer than normal. She can form blood into hard objects like swords or shields for attacking or defending.

She feels most at home in the obscuring darkness where horrors are imagined, an entity of the night shunned by the sun. She is able to blend seamlessly in darkness like she was never there, or she can hide within shadows cast from living beings and objects. As long as the shadows cast from two or more different objects are connected, she can near instantly sink into and emerge from any point of the connected shadows. With great effort she can manifest zones of magical darkness that light can not penetrate, though this is exhausting and typically can not be used regularly without the rejuvenating effects of flesh blood.

Owing to the unique origins of her kind she is immune to non-magical diseases and ailments.

On occasions, a full moon may appear a crimson red in the sky above her presence. When this phenomenon occurs, she will find greatly expanded abilities for the duration of the event, but she will also experience equally great mental distress, believing she hears the whispers of her ancestors who speak of great and terrible things.

Flaws

Omiku’s unique anatomy requires blood for sustenance, anything else might settle her stomach but will not have any nutritional value to her. Regular practice of fasting has allowed her to go for extended periods of time without feeding compared to what is normal for her kind, but her abilities will generally diminish after a week without feeding and eventually her cursed life will end.

Additionally, her darkness-based abilities will obviously be less effective as nearby light gets brighter. If there is no absence of light nearby then the relevant powers will be nullified unless she manifests a zone of darkness herself.

Finally, her kind has always felt the oppression of the Sun. Direct exposure to sunlight will be harmful to her beginning shortly after exposure as discomfort before escalating to self-immolation after an extended exposure. Self-Immolation can occur from five minutes to hours depending on the brightness of the sun.

Equipment

The only thing Omiku needs is her armor, passed down through her clan for generations. Once a source of pride, now a painful reminder of vengeance not yet achieved. Her armor is an extension of herself, a manifestation of her blood and darkness combined. She can manifest or de-manifest it at will, if others attempt to grab it, they will find it intangible and unable to be manipulated. It still provides protections from attacks like normal.

Miscellaneous

Has no reflection. She may or may not use this trait to scare people as a joke.

Is not a vampire. Or at least not a typical one. She has a shadow unlike the traditional vampire, and can safely ingest garlic. She dislikes being called a vampire as she clearly is not one.

Is not alive nor dead in the traditional sense. Restoration and Necrotic magic have no effect on her.

The blood of different races tastes different to Omiku. For example, a human may taste pleasantly sweet with a hint of cheery while a goblin tastes vaguely like dirty socks. Do not ask her how she knows what dirty socks tastes like.

Despite not consuming anything other than blood normally, Omiku is a decent chef and can cook an enjoyable meal for non-kin with almost any ingredients at hand.

Rerun: Blackguards!

@Red Wizard

here is my CS. Usually I try to get them banged out in a day or two but I got distracted by stuff as one does lol. It's missing an image but its late and i need sleep so Ima forgo it for the interest check and slap one in when the RP is up.

Character Sheet

Omiku

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Name

Omiku

Race

Blood Scion

Gender

Female

Age

172 years

Appearance

Omiku resembles an anthropomorphic kitsune with nine tails and a tall and slender build. She is about six and a half feet tall, has dark grey fur and long flowing black hair. Her eyes glow a piercing red that softly illuminates her face like the faded light of the moon. Around her waist, upper arms, and neck is a series of runic symbols that are so black they seem to swallow light at times.

Ordinarily she wears a crimson red suit of armor resembling that of the Samurai, though hers is visibly battle-worn and cracked, with tatters of a dark fabric long since shredded, a reminder of the heights from which she has fallen. From these cracks vague wisps of smoke-like shadows emanate, and on occasion, blood.

Personality

Omiku is a being of chaos and destruction. She has an intrinsic desire to feed off the lifeblood of others to sustain her and a greed to take more than is enough. Her heritage encourages an evil inclination, but Omiku is conflicted with inner turmoil and a desire to over come her nature.

Omiku is often cool and collected, on guard to restrain the random thoughts that take a dark turn. She is friendly, if a bit dispassionate, acting in good-faith with others, unless given a reason not to, so as to ingratiate herself in the minds of others.

Her continued existence depends on feeding off of the lifeblood of others, a requirement of her nature. But she has the freedom to choose the victim, often morally justifying her murder by killing unsavory characters if she can. Though in times of starvation her morality may go ignored.

Background

Long ago the creatures of the land began to experience a terrible epidemic of monsters. A horde of vampiric demons appeared from the forbidden lands every dusk to spread death and destruction before returning by dawn. For centuries their neighbors suffered before mounting a resistance together against these ‘Blood Scions’ as they referred them as. As one they formed an impressive defense that forced the Blood Scions to change tactics, no longer could they have their way by force. But with subtlety and trickery. No more were the lands pillaged and strewn with the dead, but in return people went missing. Stolen away in the night by unseen forces.

These events continued for several decades before King Tyronde came to purge the forbidden lands of foul influences and destroyed every trace of the creatures within. The king and his forces spread the purity of land to the dark and cursed lands, reigniting life and hope where once there was death and despair. Within weeks the people were freed from the horrors that plagued them and the region found peace and bounty once again. Or at least that is the official story. Some speak of alternative events in hushed whispers, of one of the monsters turning against the rest. A way for the Blood Scions to be weak and allow the king to appear as a hero without any meaningful danger. Some say that a few of those damned creatures still exist, somewhere near the king. And that his foolishness will allow for them to return.

Ever since that day, Omiku has been in the Maw. Not a pleasant place, the fact that most of the time she is kept isolated from the others. Perhaps they wish to break her mind? Or perhaps mold her into a tool for them to use. Regardless, she has had plenty of time to think and reflect. Her kind has been like a blight on this world, it was no wonder they have found resistance eventually. The humans were simply there to strike at that which has been a plague upon them, a perfectly understandable reaction to the actions of her kin. And of the traitor, he is the one that deserves all of her ire. Betrayal is a high offense, and for what she can only guess. But knowing her kin it was a lust for more.

And that is why she must be different if she is to survive. Her kin have brought little but evil and what did they get in return but the same evil reflected back at them? Omiku must change her ways if she wishes to survive where her kin did not. From now on the only hate she has is for the traitor, let him take on all of her evil. And she has her revenge, she will kill her evil and the traitor together and be free of the nature that consumed her kin.

Talents

Omiku can draw upon blood and darkness around her, utilizing both for different means. Blood is life for her kind, and as such it can have rejuvenating effects for her. By consuming fresh blood, she can recover quickly from wounds or even withstand harmful effects for longer than normal. She can form blood into hard objects like swords or shields for attacking or defending.

She feels most at home in the obscuring darkness where horrors are imagined, an entity of the night shunned by the sun. She is able to blend seamlessly in darkness like she was never there, or she can hide within shadows cast from living beings and objects. As long as the shadows cast from two or more different objects are connected, she can near instantly sink into and emerge from any point of the connected shadows. With great effort she can manifest zones of magical darkness that light can not penetrate, though this is exhausting and typically can not be used regularly without the rejuvenating effects of flesh blood.

On occasions, a full moon may appear a crimson red in the sky above her presence. When this phenomenon occurs she will find greatly expanded abilities for the duration of the event, but she will also experience equally great mental distress.

Flaws

Omiku’s unique anatomy requires blood for sustenance, anything else might settle her stomach but will not have any nutritional value to her. Regular practice of fasting has allowed her to go for extended periods of time without feeding compared to what is normal for her kind, but her abilities will generally diminish after a week without feeding and eventually her cursed life will end.

Additionally, her darkness-based abilities will obviously be less effective as nearby light gets brighter. If there is no absence of light nearby then the relevant powers will be nullified unless she manifests a zone of darkness herself.

Finally, her kind has always felt the oppression of the Sun. Direct exposure to sunlight will be harmful to her beginning shortly after exposure as discomfort before escalating to self-immolation after an extended exposure. Self-Immolation can occur from five minutes to hours depending on the brightness of the sun.

Equipment

The only thing Omiku needs is her armor, passed down through her clan for generations. Once a source of pride, now a painful reminder of vengeance not yet achieved. Her armor is an extension of herself, a manifestation of her blood and darkness combined. She can manifest or de-manifest it at will, if others attempt to grab onto it they will find it intangible and unable to be manipulated. It still provides protections from attacks like normal.

Miscellaneous

Has no reflection. She may or may not use this trait to scare people as a joke.

Rerun: Blackguards!

I'm intrigued by the idea, I have a few characters in mind I have been tinkering on. Would a vampire sort of character with blood/shadow magic be fine? Since someone else is thinking a werewolf, a feel having a vampire in the mix could be a fun dynamic to play with since they are sometimes natural enemies sometimes allies in all sorts of media

Any furries here.

Eh, I tend to have a proclivity for scalies but yeah I can be called a furry. what's up fellow fan of anthropomorphic animals?

Gods of the Multiverse - A world hopping fantasy adventure

@Martian

Ok I can do good/neutral. I was not thinking of evil champion/deity concerning personality or traits but maybe having one with an association to necromancy type of stuff (among other 'dark' magics) which is generally regarded as evil or at the least taboos. A world filled with death where the god is the source of or maybe taught the secrets of necromancy to mortals. That was one of the ideas at least. I've also been thinking of a more primitive/savage world eschewing the safety of cities in favor of the dangerous but meaningful life closer to nature and spirits, with a god who presides over the cycle of life, death, birth, and decay. Or a world blighted by a strange crystal that has overtaken and assimilated with life into a combination of crystal and flesh, with this crystal, a sentient entity, being the god. Or maybe something else, I'm not settled on anything at the moment. But I'm not going to have someone who has a desire to conquer the multiverse or is sociopathic or something, I'll keep em neutral at least.

Gods of the Multiverse - A world hopping fantasy adventure

I am intrigued. I have a few ideas in mind already! And as someone else said, I would also be interested if there are any criteria a god would need to be in Pax Celstria, or are they truly desperate they would accept nearly anyone?

Role Players Needed for Story Lines and Base Ideas

It's been a while since I RPd and I am itchin to craft a story with others again, PM me the ideas!

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

When Randolph recovered from whatever condition afflicted him, he found himself alone. Well, unless you count the assortment of flesh and limbs lacking any owner. Randolph himself was left with confusion, an intense hunger, and a cold sticky sensation in his throat. This feeling slowly trudged up and out his throat, making it difficult to breath, almost choking him. He attempted to expel the mass with a few forceful coughs, and after a few minutes a inky formless mass was thrusted out of his mouth and onto the wall in front of him, splattering the surface with a sizzle.

It might have been a vestige of whatever afflicted him that confuddled his eyes, but the mass seemed to twitch with intent and dissolve the wall like it was acidic, or perhaps eating the wall. But the ghoul did not dwell on this, vaguely remembering he was asked to be somewhere…. Or do… something. There were others he was with, but where were they? Where was anyone?

A cursory exploration showed the aftermath of the escape has thrust the facility into a state of disarray. Scenes of destruction were common, with doors torn or ruptured in various ways, a mass of recently dead bodies, and few working sources of light.

Randolph found the one elevator in the whole place, that he knew of, seemed to be either disabled or destroyed, he was not sure but either way it was not working. Which would be bad for anyone trying to leave unless they had another way out, and with the state of the facility Randolph could burrow his way to the surface. Nothing left for him anyway, as he was either left behind or forgotten so there is no where to go but up.

First though, Randolph burrowed a few miles away before going up, he had no way of knowing what was directly above him and it be unfortunate to be recaptured so soon. After about half an hour, he broke through the ground and was blindsided when he discovered it was in the middle of the day and in a crowded location. Coincidentally, he emerged near the other escapees though he was not concerned with them at the moment. Randolph’s senses were assailed by an assortment of lights and sounds that he detested. At least in the prison it was relatively dark and quiet most of the time. He sure as hell was not going back there, but he was going back in the ground for a while. Plus, he was famished, and was certain there would be a cemetery or graveyard or at least a dead body buried in the woods or something nearby. If any of the others cared or needed him, they should know where to find him.