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[hider=Lenier, the Capricious Sun]
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Quote: "Don't get too close, I might burn you on accident." 
Name and Epitaph: Lenier, 'The Capricious Sun'[/center]

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[i]Lenier has heard tales of a city far away, built of crystal towers and rising up above the clouds themselves. He seeks to go to this city on day, and to hopefully find the answers there for all the questions that he has. But undoubtedly there ar many Tyrants between here and there, if it even exists at all[/i]

[quote]Once upon a time there was an accident. No one was to blame it, was merely the result of natures time and the destructive forces that existed upon the surface. Part of the tunnels that humanity had used as its hiding spot collapsed, trapping some in an isolated section of the tunnels. They would have been alright, had the miasma of the Tyrants not been allowed to spread through this new opening. They forestalled their doom by drawing back as far as they could, but one by one those who had been trapped began to die, even as efforts continued to rescue them. 

It was at the dawn of the third day when all seemed lost. Food was running short, even if the miasma did not kill them first. Then the miracle happened. Fire erupted, burning away the darkness and allowing what looked like a young man to step through. He eyed those grateful souls as they rushed over, before turning and gesturing to them. "Come on, I'm not coming back so don't fall behind." 

Those who had made it that far were all brought back, unharmed. The one who rescued them vanished before he could be thanked or rewarded. He didn't need it, or so they said. There would only be gratitude, and thankfulness for that salvation which might never come again. A small light in the darkness, but a light nonetheless[/quote]
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[hider=Nirema]
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[i]The False Flame[/i][/center]

So calm, so carefree, so whimisical.

Nothing matters except entertainment. In the eyes of Nirema, as long as there's excitement, she approves, a demonness drenched in the hedonism that the Age of Indulgence was so obsessed with. Empty on the inside, with only a head to receive visual stimuli, she floats about on an unravelled body, apathetic when there isn't a single thing that's interesting. What Nirema desires is the story of a dark hero, one who could keep her guessing when it came to their irrational decisions, one that could always sink lower, crossing taboos that would make others faint.

But Lenier isn't that dark hero. So she would make him one, always offering a third choice, seducing him with how easy it would be to just...let all his fake responsibilities go.

What she offers her charge is that second option, a flame born not of the Crown, not of divinity, but instead, is one formed of the curses that spill out from the Corruption. A blue flame with a black core arises at Lenier's will, one that has the same properities as the black miasma of the Tyrants. All life wilts at its touch, dozens of maladies befalling those exposed as their flesh bubbles and their nerves scream. And yet, though life wilts, it does not end. For Nirema desires entertainment, and she looks forward to the day that Lenier does not end a foe's life as the False Flame torments them for an eternity.
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As seen in [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4341315]inSINerate - Our Unending War[/url]