Tancuras

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@Athinar Maybe Aeudla just assumes Andrea is a man as she has never seen her without her armor?

Death's Gifts

Sig

Sigmund Craft

|Name|

Sigmund 'Sig' Craft

|Age|

26

|Gender|

M

|Sexuality|

Heterosexual

|Piercings, Tattoos, Scars|

Two wide stellate scars from a lightning strike: one on his left palm, and the other on the sole of his right food. The strike further seared his forearm and shin, rending the flesh in thin, slightly spiraling lines.

|Personality|

Sig is often compared to a dog in his mannerisms: half the time running endlessly, always seeking excitement, and the other half, passed out on the couch and dead to the world. Optimistic to a fault, he never lets his mood drop, pushing himself through any sadness, impatient fix things. Sig is a socialite, flawlessly making fast friends with anyone he meets, and especially those who share his taste for adventure. That being said, Sig is somewhat insensitive to the needs of others and does not understand anxiety or depression. On those fronts, he is entirely useless.

His own death, and the overwhelming terror of the world beyond life, has deeply affected him, but to an extent not yet known.

|Why your character was in Renata|

Sig was in the middle of a road trip. He separated temporarily from his friends to visit his cousin in Renata.

|The Circumstances of the Death|

To say Sig is an adrenaline junkie would be an understatement, though it is hard to say whether he is brave, arrogant or simply asinine in the face of danger. A massive thunderstorm drifted through the town of Renata one night, and Sig found the darkest place he could on the outskirts of town to witness the awe and power of mother nature first-hand. Stripping off his shirt, he dashed into the torrential downpour and stumbled under a large tree to take shelter as the lightning crashed around him. Each spear illuminated Renata before him, the town erupting in radiance, each time more intense than the last, until at last a bolt of lightning found the tree Sig was leaning up against and arced into him, stopping his heart.

|Power|

Sig's powers seem to manifest when he becomes angry. The sky above him is suddenly invaded by an intense storm, wind and rain buffeting anything nearby. Random flashes of lightning soon follow. At the present, the storms that Sig creates are uncontrollable.

|Biography|

Sig grew up as part of a big family. He had many siblings, aunties and uncles, and even more cousins. While never exceptionally poor, his family as a whole was never very well-off, and large family dinners at his grandparents' house were very frequent.

Sig never received a lot of attention as a child, and it made him a free spirit. It also made him a troublemaker. He almost exclusively spent his time with other people his age, drinking, partying, experimenting. When he graduated highschool, he set out to university and majored in what most of his friends were doing as well: psychology, because it was a quick and dirty bachelor and opened a lot of doors.

After earning his degree, Sig set out travelling, never quite settling down in a job for long. His latest trip brought him to Renata.

Iskur

Iskur, the Stormruler

|Name|

Iskur, Hadad, Pidar, Rapiu, Ba'al, Zephon

|Age|

Approximately 7,000 years

|Gender|

N

|Domain|

Iskur's domain lies in gaia's wrath - the thunderstorm. The zenith of its power is the hammer of justice, the lightning strike, which it uses to destroy those who challenge mother earth. Iskur presides over hurricane winds and ice storms as well, though these are merely byproducts of its presence.

|Personality|

Iskur is an ancient being, its will shaping the very foundation of the earth, though it was not embodied until roughly seven thousand years ago. It does not possess a consciousness relatable to the human mind, though on a fundamental level it carries some aspects. Iskur was once more peaceful, but fair, providing sowing winds and healing rains to mankind. It gave bountiful harvests when deserved, and scourged farmlands barren for the unjust. But now the winters are long, Iskur floods in the spring and starves in the fall, and unforgiving hurricanes shatter the land, for mankind has corrupted the earth, and Iskur has become the embodiment of vengeance absolute, yielding only to power.

|Other|

Iskur is a great and terrible force and does not deign to manifest itself before humankind. It exists only within the most destructive hurricanes, and if you were lucky, or unlucky, enough to survive within one for long, you might glimpse the silhouette of a colossal winged being before it stole you from this existence.

Death's Gifts [working title]

@Irisity When da OOC finally drops:

Endless

@Iuniper Samurai didn't pull any insane weight, they just aimed for the eyes...if you wanted to go that route. But sticking someone to the wall with an arrow is pretty wicked.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Fucking start already.

What Are You Listening To?

@ZB1996 Thanks for that, I haven't listened to Rhapsody in ages. Good ol' power metal.



Never saw the video before now...IDEK.

Video Game Music Appreciation Thread

@Mateotis Catchy beat, creative sound - unfortunately I just can't stand lounge music, so I'm a bit biased I'm afraid! I'd have to drop a 5/10.

Who ever is judging this, I implore you listen through the whole loop.

Death's Gifts [working title]

@Irisity Oh okay, interesting. I'm probably not going to go with that if I can think of something more fun, but thanks for the opportunity!

Death's Gifts [working title]

@Steele Oh, so now we know how she got it. :o

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Reika

_{Reika | 25 | Human}

_{A P P E R A N C E :}

Reika is slender and muscular, standing tall for a human at six and a half feet. A mane of long black hair is often kept loosely tied back on his scalp, and his face is kept clean-shaven. His eyes, dimly amber and disinterested, are narrow, creased, and tired. Reika has straight, angular facial features, and pale skin marred with dirt and old blood. He can usually be seen wearing the loose, flowing garb that is traditional in his tribe, bright clothes since faded and tattered, with a brown hooded cloak, a plain sword belt, and a pair of leather shoes bound with cord against his shins.

M I N D :

Reika comes from a clan that worships battle and holds a high standard of honor. Such honor comes with a strict code: one should not kill unjustly, one should find peace in the way of the sword, and one should not fear death. However, Reika was born cursed with the clan's most disdainful aspect: Reika was born with overwhelming, uncontrollable wrath. Reika will generally attempt to maintain his clan's doctrine of honor, but that doctrine quickly slips away in the face of threat or insult. Otherwise, Reika is typically thoughtful, inquisitive and somewhat detached, but, being a still-youthful man, is prone to competitiveness and arrogance as well. His tribe is primitive, and so he does not know many things about the world at large. He does not speak the common tongue entirely fluently, and has a strange sense of humor, seeming to often misinterpret what others are saying for something amusing. Reika holds surprisingly existential views on life, leading to baffling behavior at times, but equally as often can lead to bouts of wisdom.

_{H I S T O R Y:}

Reika's people are a nomadic tribe travelling freely within Nurban's southwestern grasslands. The tribe existed close to nature, self-sufficiently taming and feeding off the land. A small tribe, they were mostly untouched by the Endless, though they pay their tribute when required to maintain their freedom.
Among the grasslands were several other tribes, and whenever their paths met, feuding was inevitable. One point of conflict stood taller than the rest: the sword of the Wind Spirit, Sanmeogan. When Reika was seventeen years of age, his tribe possessed the sword of worship, and another tribe sought to take it. Reika's people were ultimately defeated in that battle and Sanmeogan was taken, and though the tribes' collective code of honor prevented any needless casualties, the humiliation was too great for Reika to bear. Reika followed the other tribe back to their dwelling, and whilst they celebrated, stole the sword back.
At the edge of the dwelling, steps away from returning home, Reika heard a warrior boasting about the victory. Something snapped in his mind. He drew Sanmeogan from its sheath, stalked back to the dwelling, and slaughtered everyone in sight with the Wind Spirit's power.
Sanmeogan was tainted on that day. The spirit dwelling within the sword became hungry, craving blood, the wind aura around it taking on the color of that which it desired. Reika, disgraced, knew he could never go back to the village. After wandering for a time, he offered himself to the Second Legion, Sanmeogan in hand.

_{M O D U S O P R E R A N D I:}

Reika is often dispatched to the front lines, wherein his specialty lies: anti-personnel, slaughter-en-masse. Being an expert and agile swordsman, he is at his strongest in single combat, but Sanmeogan's power lends him terrible abilities. By using his own blood, or the blood of his enemies, Reika can propel forward blades of crimson wind so sharp they can slice apart several fully-armored men at once. Beyond this ability, Reika has little use in the field, being not a man of strategy nor possessing any particular technical skills, though he is also a capable hunter.

_{O P I N I O N S O N O T H E R S}

@neogreggory Arthur Wick: Arthur's sense of honor and duty was immediately admirable for Reika. Reika knows him best from the occasional sparring session, and enjoys pestering the man whenever he can catch Arthur in one of his usual melancholy dispositions.

@Virgil Myaenthar'Sul: Reika did not know what the small creature was, but was deeply resentful of the way it skittered around the battlefield, cowering behind a crossbow. He could recall kicking such a creature several times in the past, but could not be certain it was the same one.

@Lexicon Magatha Toil: When Reika first saw the demon as she made her way through the encampment, he was visibly unsettled by her appearance. The horns of a beast, eyes aglow like a cat's - she seemed to manifest from the stories elders told the children to put them to bed at night. Her gaze locked at his as he stood in the throng of legionnaires, white-knuckle grip on his sword, before she moved away. Later in the night, Reika would learn that the demon's name was Mags, and that she regarded her fellow soldiers amicably, joining in their merriment and on occasion drinking them under the table. Reika chanced a conversation with the demon, which carried pleasantly, and decided afterward that she was not very different from most others, for a demon. Still, he could not help but continue to watch her warily whenever she was around. After their first battle together, a quick battle in which Reika was able to use the full extent of Sanmeogan's slaying power, he had seldom seen Mags again. She seemed to be avoiding him, but it made little difference to him. He was glad to be rid of her.

@Iuniper Aeudla Vesnat: Reika had always been drawn to the elven woman. He had felt a kinship toward her, though whether it was this kinship or simply lust that drove his attraction he was not certain. She was definitely comely, as was true of most elvenkind. She seemed similar to him in many ways, though his own attempts at conversation were usually met with some cryptic response or just a penetrating gaze.