Psychomachy

The Verdict of Amenor

The beginnings on a CS, WIP

Name: Iorelle Reour'noe
Age: 246
Race: Mithreli

Appearance:

Combat Type:
Arms/Armor: (Mages cans till have swords and other things, remember your catalyst doesn't have to be your weapon)

Character Bio:

===Mage Only Below This Line===

Catalyst:
Catalyst Description:

Familiar: (If summoner)

Magic Proficiency: Summoner

Obsidian: Wyverns

Will do! And I shall add more detail to the limitations/specifics of his powers.

High Fantasy Elven Roleplay

I will be taking a better look at this when I have time in the morning~

Obsidian: Wyverns [Character Deposit]

Ghost

Name: Theodore Wenton AKA Ghost

Age: 27

Gender: M

Powers: Ghost is simply good at not being where he should be.

Invisibility: He has the ability to completely disappear from sight. Anything he is touching a large enough portion of (as in, with a large enough ratio of surface area touching him to surface area not touching him) disappears along with him. Being a supernatural invisibility, he disappears from any type of sight; this excludes other types of sensing such as scent, hearing (he is not inaudible), empathy, or consciousness-sensing type of discernment. Ghost has become adept at using this power, and can stay invisible through many effects such as but not limited to pain, induced drugging, sleep, and at times unconsciousness. It is not a taxing ability after all of the practice he has had with it. Ghost can stay invisible for at least several hours. After enough practice with initial activation, actually keeping himself invisible is quite easy. He has never, thankfully, had the need to be invisible for much longer than eight hours, but when he reappeared at the end of that stretch is was by choice and not fatigue.

Intangibility: Ghost can phase his body through solid objects. The ability's effectiveness and duration vary greater depending on the severity to which it's used. To quickly reach his hand through a wall or metal safe is something Ghost can do with little thought or effort. He can manage to phase his entire body through a door or wall, but that requires concentration and is harder to do if he is holding something, or worse, someone. The transferring of intangibility happens similarly to that of invisibility in Ghost's case except that the ratio is much larger for the former. He could, theoretically, phase another person with him, but he has never tried to nor does he want to. Ghost can keep a limb intangible for as long as need be in his experience, but the action does tire Ghost exponentially more than invisibility. He cannot keep his entire body intangible for long, which is the reason he will phase parts of his body at once to get his whole self through an obstacle. He can travel a short distance with his whole body being intangible, being able to travel approximately 20 feet through solid matter before he begins to re-materialize(which lasts for only a few moments). Forced materialization is painful for Ghost. When intangible, the only way to sense Ghost is through any sort of mental capacity because his body does not exist in the same plane as the world around him.

Appearance: A man of alabaster skin pulled taut over a lithe frame of thin bones, Ghost looks like he exists with an internal temperature of below 50ºF. His lips range from pale pink to indigo blue, and his eyes are the color of ice. He now dresses as a civilian in dark jeans and plain T-shirts layered over thermals. His eyes dart from place to place, never resting for a moment outside the safety of his hideout. He stands at 5'10" and weighs 130 lbs. Although not muscular, Ghost's muscled are well toned thanks to constant use.

Personality: The name Ghost applies to Theodore is several ways. He is a man of little words. When he does speak, it is in a quiet but strong voice. He's not one for conversation, although if you do manage to catch him in a good mood his colloquy is usually well rounded and congenial. In all honesty Ghost is a friendly person, he just doesn't go out of the way to talk to others. He has a calm demeanor, slow temper, and easy laugh. Ghost can get philosophical at times, or play the devil's advocate when he really wants, when speaking to someone he is honestly interesting in talking with.

Ghost has a skewed sense of morality. He believes that no one could be judged for actions by an outsider's eye, and that the difference between perception and reality are majorly important in deciding what is right and what is wrong. The rape and murder of a woman could be justified in his eye - granted, that it would be hard to convince him it was right, but he wouldn't assume that it was wrong until he had a strong grasp of the situation. He also feels that the role of self-interest is an important factor in decisions. It is, after all, a dog eat dog world.

He is a man of little wants besides fullfillment. Ghost cares little for possession, relationships, or status. What he does he does because he finds immediate gratification or amusment. He doesn't plan much unless its needed. He doesn't know the exact limits of his powers because he had never felt the need to push them. This is why he travels so often and carries so little. The only problem is that he doesn't know what kind of fullfillment he's looking for. He's a wanderer, often with no purpose, without the instruction of his past superiors. It's almost ironic, that carring so little for wealth, he has specialized in theft. Or, maybe such a deamonr has come from having all the wealth he could want but finding no satisfaction in having it.

Strengths and Weaknesses: Ghost is a world class thief. Any skill that could be associated with or linked to stealing of theft can also be linked to Ghost. From simple lock-picking, to extruding electronic data, he can get his hands on anything.

His biggest weakness is his lack of combat experience. Ghost was rarely used for any type of hostile operation. Although he had gotten the few assassination missions, it was normally because of how well hidden or guarded a target was, not because he had to pull some feat of strength. Ghost is agile, flexible, and fast, and can be called acrobatic, but his experience is mostly limited to training exercises.

History: Theodore Wenton was born to a normal family in rural Pennsylvania. He had a relatively normal life up until his parents died when he was fifteen. He was sent to live with relatives in Florida that his family had never been close with. He wound up resenting his aunt and uncle, their spoiled children and terrible yapping dogs, and by the time he was eighteen his days were rife with underage drinking, drugs, sex, and all types of fun illegal things. He started stealing shortly after moving in with his extended family, not liking the way his uncle would treat him after he asked for something. The habit turned into a lifestyle when he left highschool with no asperations or future goals in mind.

The loss of his parents had not lingered on his mind, but Theodore had always had a type of anxiety, almost, since he was young. Always antsy, always figiting, and always looking forard to the next thing he had to do. In the seemingly short years of his early adulthood, he began philosophical contemplations and found little substance in the world around him. Simply put, Theodore was bored of the world around him. He started to travel, and eventually made it to Miami where he was recruited.

The recruiting process, grueling and unforgiving, treated Ghost no differently than his peers. However, as an operative, he actually had a nice life. Having shown no impulses or desire to 'escape' he was never too harshly dampened or restrained. He enjoyed the training at first. Over time, it became clear just what the super-soldiers were to the organization and Ghost wanted to part ways, just like the others.After the escape, Ghost has been traveling the north-eastern US coast in hiding since then.

Other: Not much

Obsidian: Wyverns

Gonna submit the start of my CS, finish it up tomorrow~

Obsidian: Wyverns

Hey, you guys are still accepting characters right?

the Nordland Saga

Finally posted! :D

the Nordland Saga

Jonrik

Jonrik, on the balls of his feet with his ax held firmly in his grasp, watched as his and his companion's situation deteriorated as it progressed. His eyes darted to Alva at the flash of steel when she drew her blade, but the abject terror on her face made it clear she at least wasn't going to charge headlong at the beast. Jonrik jumped back slightly, but flapped his arms again as the bear shifted in his direction. He didn't really know what he planned to do once the bear chose him as its target, however. The only goal he had was to get it away from Alva. Thankful, the sound of Audrunar rasping his ax on his shield drew its attention.

The bear pivoted its large head back and forth from Erika to Audrunar when they started bickering. This was not the best time for such a thing, but it did a good job at distracting the bear. At this point, Jonrik began to wonder if he should take a swipe at the bear's back while it was turned. He didn't know if injuring the bear would make their chances worse, or if there was no other way to get rid of it than to kill it. A bear would have a lot of useful fat to render, he couldn't help but to think, and that would help them this upcoming winter, but Jonrik seriously doubted they would make it through that encounter without some loss.

Sudden yelling made Jonrik's head snap to Faen, and watched as the bear switched targets to the Lokison and started to walk towards him. Faen called out that the bear was attracted to sound, and Jonrik instantly tried to will Alva into going and hiding in the woods without a sound. In a quick movement, the bear went for Faen and Audrunar went for the bear. The bear quickly had the man subdued, and Jonrik wondered briefly if he was going to die. He took his ax in both hands; once it killed one man, it would want others. Jonrik, holding his mouth shut to be quiet, planned to strike the bear on the back, hopefully somewhere near the spine to end this debacle. He slowly edged behind the beast. Just before he raised his arms, an arrow flew true to its mark and hit the beast in the neck. Jonrik heard Erika calling for the bear, taunting it, and she disappeared into the woods.

Jonrik had taken a few slow, silent steps closer to the bear while Audrunar had had it distracted. Now, he stood with his arms half-raised a few feet behind it, trying to decide his best option, hoping hesitation wouldn't cost his life. If the bear went and followed Erika, he would leave it be. If not, he'd take a hack at the monster's back.

Alva

Alva stood, close to the treeline, the farthest of the group from the bear. Her shortsword trembled in her hands. Alva had rarely been in situations so dire. She was young and, frankly, inexperienced. She had gone to battle, but that was behind her husband against foes she could meet with her blade. Looking down at her meager sword, Alva had no intention of attacking the bear herself. The sword was in case it decided to come to her. Not that she thought she had much of a chance.

"Lest you wish an early grave, that shortsword will not do much good unless you intend to walk into the bears paws." Audrunar said back to her, and Alva barked a laugh from between her bit lips. She didn't say anything in response, but shook her head ambiguously. As if she would attack the giant, angry, hungry bear! She fidgeted nervously as the bear waited, the length of the encounter grating on the girl's spent nerves. She edged further from Erika and Audrunar as they started arguing and drawing the bear's attention. Alva thought to try and get to her pack to get her fire materials, but knew that the process of making a torch was too long and something would happen before she managed to get a torch lit; that, and she was too scared of risking the bear's attention.

When Audrunar was finally pinned by the beast, quite fast to Ava who was half paying attention to her comrades and half being mesmerized by terror, she skirted sideways along the treeline. She watched from a respectable distance, whimpering quietly as Jonrik edged closer to the bear and Audrunar called for help. She had no quarrel with Audrunar, but there was no way she was calling that beast toward her just to save him. Alva didn't want to seem cowardly, but in truth was very afraid of the bear. It wasn't the bear itself that scared her so much as the fact she couldn't do anything about it. She had no idea how to face it. She justified to herself that she would've just gotten in the men's way as they dealt with the threat. She watched on and licked her lips nervously, heart pounding.

the Nordland Saga

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Tales of Kadasia (A Anthro Medieval fantasy)

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