[hider=Luciel]Name: Luciel ("The Lost")

Age: 31 (Appears 18-20 in spite of size)

[hider=Race] The Chimera of Lynore

To the south, the province of Lynore was home to schemes most foul. Ideas cooked up to create life rather than simply control it led to a partnership between a druid and alchemist. Their intention was to harness the strengths of the wild and tame them through combination as to make profit off of anyone who would pay for their creations. Bear-shark-humanoids, snake-dogs, and what would later become Luciel was a shift in direction from simply making monstrosities to appealing the everchanging tastes of humanity.
Luciel is one of about 60 such creations intended as servants, the exotic features of otherwise docile creatures serving to doll up what was essentially a small human. Ears and the tail of a rabbit, antlers of a deer, and the eyes and fangs of a cat, forked tongue, this variant became popular in the region and were kept by nobles as pets, servants...and such.

These chimeras excel in senses that render darkness only a slight hindrance. However, due to the numerous splicings, temperament holds a nasty and often feral sway when provoked.
Luci is territorial once settled and has learned to be afraid of humans. He is not above stealing and is prone to 'bite' when provoked. Years of being confined in a manor has taught him eloquence in both speech and manners, and, while he is new to the outside world, old habits die hard and he is trained to be subservient. After recent events, Luciel has become unstable in these regards.[/hider]
Gender: Male Pronouns

Sexuality: Bisexual

Class: "Witch-Hunter" (Doesn't hunt witches, could be considered a witch with ranger-esque qualities in marksmanship)

[hider=Appearance]Luciel appears around 14ish for his relatively short stature of nearly 4'9. He was personally tailored for the duke's son and carries wavy pink, shoulder-length hair from which matching bunny ears poke out from. Their left ear holds three small silver studs, linked together by a fine chain. Sports two antlers, each with three points. Ruby red eyes cut with cat-like pupils.
Luciel could be described as beautiful in an androgynous way; a lithe slim frame and a porcelain pale doll-like complexion from being confined indoors for most of his life. This is marred by a darkness under his eyes from nights spent laying awake and lingering bruises of various forms, hidden under his clothes from treatment which only ended roughly two or three days prior.

Observably (at least at the start of the thread), Luciel is shrouded in a large section of [url=http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/images/h5/h5_1990.211.jpg]tapestry[/url] likely stolen from the manor of his previous master and wrapped around his figure to obscure all but the shadow of a nose poking out from how he bundled it all like a cloak. The material is tattered and torn in places from a very inconvenient walk through bushes and brush.

Underneath this is his [url=https://i.gyazo.com/fc002f5cd5892b69fb82cde9c7a10581.png]'servant' attire[/url] consisting of a short sleeved white buttoned down shirt under a black vest. Snug black shorts adorned with a long chain wrapping around his waist with slack hints to a pocketwatch, likely stolen. [url=http://68.media.tumblr.com/aa59ccaecf39891c0c80127a397657a4/tumblr_nb5f3o34ka1r5x0ubo1_500.jpg]Knee-high boots[/url] (3 inch flat-soled heels) with black mid-thigh stockings fixed with garters running up his shorts.

Not his first choice of attire, it lends the question of what his purpose was.[/hider]

[u]Weapon(s)[/u]
- A simple shortsword tarnished from exposure to sea air. Crudely ground sharp against a rock, it's a vicious piece of junk that no self-respecting merchant would consider buying or selling. Looks aside, its pointy and sharp enough fatally harm with ease...and likely give someone tetanus in the process.
- A light repeating crossbow modified with a composite foregrip cocking mechanism (a hunting bow for overwhelming larger game with successive shots).

[hider=Mahjikose]Through his pact with the abyssal entity which he refers to as "O'Distant Fish", Luciel has an affinity for Dark and ice magic.

- Examples of illusions by darkness usually work in the way of camouflage which is especially effective in the shadows which he can almost seamlessly blend into if not moving.

- The physical aspect of darkness is used to create bonds which swiftly suture and disinfect wounds. While stress can break these strands like common stitches, it serves as a worthy backup when conventional healing spells are for want.

- As for ice, his strength lies in distractions. Chilling moisture in the air, Luciel can summon small clouds of chilled moisture to distract or temporarily blind those it consumes with the exception of himself. This is mostly to buy time for a precision strike from conventional weapons or to obscure his movement. This cloud is centered on Luciel and follows him as he moves. Movement stresses the spell, limiting its duration.
Typically, the spell is used with his shadow fade the way a porcupine balls up when threatened.

Most variations of these spells require verbal and somatic commands to conjure. Being bound hinders their effectiveness while being silenced in any way prevents spellcasting.
The will of Odtisahfisc allows only so much of its power to be focused through one being in such rapid succession. The 'Whispers of Fish' creep in the minds of mortal beings and 'mana burn' results in sleep-depriving nightmares which hinder spellcasting and general function for the following day and so on, subsequently.[/hider]
Armor: Form fitting leather leggings, shoulder-high gloves and 'chestpiece'.
(It's hardly 'armor', but protective enough to deflect glancing slashes)

Personal Trinkets: A simple pocketwatch, two ornate rings too big for him to wear...likely stolen. A keyring holding various pieces of slim metal beaten into the shape of a makeshift lockpick set. Two flasks found at the scene of the wreck which Luciel assumed was water until getting his first taste, their contents seem to serve well for aiding in starting fires, though (sailors' rum).

[hider=History][color=8882be]Speaking ill of the dead is not my intention, as they are gone and cannot hear my words no matter how loud I scream.
Existence came as suddenly as one would wake from sleep, and all I knew since then has been one nightmare after the other. It begins with a monster of a man and his monster of a son and ends with both of them dead for their vileness. There would have likely been more, but I was smart enough to know when it was time to leave.
I had spent maybe a day on the run before coming across the perfect place to rest. Unbeknownst to me, the crate of linins was bound to be transferred by boat to destinations unknown to me. Wherever it was, the ship would not reach it as the force of a storm toppled the craft.
To this day, I'm not entirely certain how I survived. I dreamt of a creature within the darkness of the waves who came to my aid, massive as the shore as black as night. Though it did not speak, we came to an understanding that my mortality was left to its mercy and that it had no interest in my soul at that moment. Though I did not hear it speak, I knew words which it etched into my mind; formless syllables and cryptic verses whose very recollection brought power through even the vaguest attempts to pronounce them.
...Existence returned to me as suddenly as one would wake from sleep, dashed upon the shore with the corpses of sailors and passengers as well as their cargo. Quickly collecting what I could, I fled from the shore with no direction or plan.

I was free, whatever that meant. It didn't take long to find a grand forest which I intended to take shelter in while endeavoring to collect myself for what was now where my new life began.[/color][/hider]
[u]Other[/u]
- Given the region which he learned to speak in, Luciel carries a bit of an accent vhich I vill be inflictink upon readers. On top of this, his linguistics are shoddy at times and the prose with which he speaks is often either over formalized or abstract like internal musings, a testament to the depth of his mistreatment.
- Opposed to the nature of the entity he made a pact with, Luciel is a less than impressive swimmer. If anything, he has a bit of hydrophobia for any amount of water more than waist deep.[/hider]

(First draft and subject to change)