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Komager Back from the Dead
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Here's my submission, one brutal-ass demon's champion.
Beastkin Demonspawn
50 years
While the Beastkin vary massively in their sizes, the Wildhorn towers above all. Standing around 12 feet tall and weighing around 1000lbs, his stature gives him an exceptionally terrifying appearance, especially combined with the multitude of long, curved horns sprouting wildly form his head.
Male
Heterosexual, although the Wildhorn breeds frequently and almost exclusively in order to spawn more Beastkin rather than for sexual pleasure.
The Wildhorn is a loyal servant of his dark master, a powerful satyr demon named Ghadur. It is through meticulous dark sacrifice and ritual that Nraz'gagr gains the favour of his master and is granted dark magical powers. Ghadur has several champions scattered throughout the world, but none have been favoured as strongly as the Wildhorn and have such either come to follow him or are left fading into obscurity and weakness.
As the skilled commander of a huge and varied army, Lancelot has appointed the Wildhorn as a Centurion, charged with fighting on the front lines in any battle that arises. He is charged with protecting any fellow Knights of Evil should they join him in battle, and will be held personally responsible for any casualties should they be suffered.
The Wildhorn stands at a thoroughly intimidating 12 feet tall and is approximately a tonne in weight. Most of this is muscle it requires to carry his considerable frame and bulk, as well as a strong, thick skeleton. While he does wear some armour into battle, his skin is thick and leathery, providing a basic level of protection against small threats like human swords and arrows. In the place of armour, he oftentimes decorates his hide with jewellery and bone charms fashioned from the corpses of both his own people and his victims, as well as runes and tattoos painted in blood.
Here the Hordefather can be seen in battle, wearing a light armour covering on his lower half, and adorning his top half with a necklace of skulls and teeth. His abdomen is painted with demonic markings. Tattered cloth draped over his head gives him a startling and frightening appearance as he bellows curses and ushers his warriors into battle.
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I hope to sort of add a guide to a lot of the traits and creatures of the Great Horde here, both to help myself keep track and inform others.
Nraz'gagr the Wildhorn
Grand Chieftain, King of the Beastkin, the Hordefather
General Description
Race
Beastkin Demonspawn
Age
50 years
Size
While the Beastkin vary massively in their sizes, the Wildhorn towers above all. Standing around 12 feet tall and weighing around 1000lbs, his stature gives him an exceptionally terrifying appearance, especially combined with the multitude of long, curved horns sprouting wildly form his head.
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual, although the Wildhorn breeds frequently and almost exclusively in order to spawn more Beastkin rather than for sexual pleasure.
Religion
The Wildhorn is a loyal servant of his dark master, a powerful satyr demon named Ghadur. It is through meticulous dark sacrifice and ritual that Nraz'gagr gains the favour of his master and is granted dark magical powers. Ghadur has several champions scattered throughout the world, but none have been favoured as strongly as the Wildhorn and have such either come to follow him or are left fading into obscurity and weakness.
Job
As the skilled commander of a huge and varied army, Lancelot has appointed the Wildhorn as a Centurion, charged with fighting on the front lines in any battle that arises. He is charged with protecting any fellow Knights of Evil should they join him in battle, and will be held personally responsible for any casualties should they be suffered.
Personality
The Hordefather is as brutish as they come, unfeeling and ruthless. Nraz'gagr destroys humanity not out of hatred, however, but out of a sense of duty and purpose. An inspiring commander, the Wildhorn has successfully gathered and created armies to help him in his conquest, and as a result numerous scattered Beastkin herds now follow him under a single united banner. He is far from intelligent; quite the opposite really, not possessing any real knowledge of the world except that which his masters feed him. devout above all else, the Grand Chieftain lives his life by the dark omens and visions delivered unto him by demonic father, acting solely upon their wishes, almost autonomously. As a result, he has never really had allies or associates, acting on an independent basis in the interest of maintaining and growing his followers into a formidable and destructive machine.
Nraz'gagr is cruel and primitive, with bestial instincts and thoughts, prioritising survival as the next most important thing after destroying mankind. He possesses a crude and dry sense of humour, and often holds great feasts after victory, revelling in his holy glory and success. Having interacted scarcely outside of the confines of his own horde, he is lacking in people skills, and is quick to speak his mind with very little thought about what he is saying, leading to frequent offence. Vulgar habits and a tongue faster than his brain combine poorly to leave many seeing him as nothing but an ill-natured, unintelligent beast. While partly true, there is much more to the Wildhorn than many think at first glance.
Nraz'gagr is cruel and primitive, with bestial instincts and thoughts, prioritising survival as the next most important thing after destroying mankind. He possesses a crude and dry sense of humour, and often holds great feasts after victory, revelling in his holy glory and success. Having interacted scarcely outside of the confines of his own horde, he is lacking in people skills, and is quick to speak his mind with very little thought about what he is saying, leading to frequent offence. Vulgar habits and a tongue faster than his brain combine poorly to leave many seeing him as nothing but an ill-natured, unintelligent beast. While partly true, there is much more to the Wildhorn than many think at first glance.
Biography
The Hordefather was spawned almost instantly after Camelot's destruction. The power vacuum left by its fall created a wealth of opportunities for lesser beings to establish themselves as potent dark forces. One such being was a powerful satyr demon named Ghadur. Ghadur was a greedy and ambitious being, wanting nothing but power and notoriety. As such, he went about stamping his mark upon the broken world by spawning a mighty champion to represent him in the mortal plane. After several attempts were met with unsatisfactory levels of success, one of Ghadur's dark rituals finally gave birth to the abomination that is Nraz'gagr. The demon Ghadur shaped him as a more terrifying exaggeration of his own visage; a ghastly fusion of man and beast, rippling with muscles, resembling a demonic ram.
Ghadur favoured the Wildhorn above all his previous creations, and gave him the power to channel his demonic powers into the mortal plane through a variety of often bloody rituals and sacrifice. The wealth of power placed in his champion's hands was staggering; but only provided that he continued to make offerings to his master, and continue to serve his purpose. Perhaps the most important ability bestowed upon the Wildhorn was that which allowed him to expand his horde, by transforming both human and nonhuman victims into horrifying, twisted fusions of man and beast known as Beastkin.
Over the coming decades, the Grand Chieftain of the Beastkin preyed upon human settlements, taking their women as breeding stock to spawn more of Ghadur's horrifying creations, and turning their children into mindless Beastkin thralls to serve the Wildhorn's will. Over the years the Hordefather earned his title, giving birth to a teeming and ever-growing horde of twisted demonic beasts of all shapes, forms and sizes, ranging from living artillery beasts, the flying monsters, to small skirmishers. More recently some of the newly formed Beastkin have had mechanical mutations, allowing parts of their body to be transformed into new weaponry. Despite his previously fierce devotion to his master, Nraz'gagr has become aware that his master's ambitions are far from lofty, and while he continues to serve faithfully for the meantime, he ahs begun to wonder at what point he will be able to challenge Ghadur and free himself from his reliance on his master for power.
The Wildhorn has never communicated with the former knight of the round table, Lancelot. While he has heard of his allegedly immense power and capabilities, he has never dealt directly or indirectly with him until now. The Hordefather has no real interest in serving him as such unless it gives him a better chance of carrying out Ghadur's commands. If anyone, Nraz'gagr would like to see Ghadur become the Dark Lord, but is aware that his master would never be able to destroy Lancelot.
Ghadur favoured the Wildhorn above all his previous creations, and gave him the power to channel his demonic powers into the mortal plane through a variety of often bloody rituals and sacrifice. The wealth of power placed in his champion's hands was staggering; but only provided that he continued to make offerings to his master, and continue to serve his purpose. Perhaps the most important ability bestowed upon the Wildhorn was that which allowed him to expand his horde, by transforming both human and nonhuman victims into horrifying, twisted fusions of man and beast known as Beastkin.
Over the coming decades, the Grand Chieftain of the Beastkin preyed upon human settlements, taking their women as breeding stock to spawn more of Ghadur's horrifying creations, and turning their children into mindless Beastkin thralls to serve the Wildhorn's will. Over the years the Hordefather earned his title, giving birth to a teeming and ever-growing horde of twisted demonic beasts of all shapes, forms and sizes, ranging from living artillery beasts, the flying monsters, to small skirmishers. More recently some of the newly formed Beastkin have had mechanical mutations, allowing parts of their body to be transformed into new weaponry. Despite his previously fierce devotion to his master, Nraz'gagr has become aware that his master's ambitions are far from lofty, and while he continues to serve faithfully for the meantime, he ahs begun to wonder at what point he will be able to challenge Ghadur and free himself from his reliance on his master for power.
The Wildhorn has never communicated with the former knight of the round table, Lancelot. While he has heard of his allegedly immense power and capabilities, he has never dealt directly or indirectly with him until now. The Hordefather has no real interest in serving him as such unless it gives him a better chance of carrying out Ghadur's commands. If anyone, Nraz'gagr would like to see Ghadur become the Dark Lord, but is aware that his master would never be able to destroy Lancelot.
The Wildhorn is terrifying to behold. Somewhat resembling a mixture of a ram and a human, he has several distinct features that mark him out as a demonic entity. His fur is a dark brown colour, matted and messy. His mouth is lined with sharp needle-like teeth, ideal for ripping flesh from his victims. His eyes are blood red in colouration like his master Ghadur's. He has a mess of lighter brown hair hanging from his jaw that resembles a beard, often braided and decorated with small metal rings. Two long horns grow backwards from the crest of his skull, while two more grow from the sides of his head, curving like that of a goat. His entire body is covered in fur. At the end of each arm is a human hand, with long, sharp nails, while at the ends of his legs are two cloven hooves, allowing him to run at startling pace while also being dextrous.
The Wildhorn stands at a thoroughly intimidating 12 feet tall and is approximately a tonne in weight. Most of this is muscle it requires to carry his considerable frame and bulk, as well as a strong, thick skeleton. While he does wear some armour into battle, his skin is thick and leathery, providing a basic level of protection against small threats like human swords and arrows. In the place of armour, he oftentimes decorates his hide with jewellery and bone charms fashioned from the corpses of both his own people and his victims, as well as runes and tattoos painted in blood.
Here the Hordefather can be seen in battle, wearing a light armour covering on his lower half, and adorning his top half with a necklace of skulls and teeth. His abdomen is painted with demonic markings. Tattered cloth draped over his head gives him a startling and frightening appearance as he bellows curses and ushers his warriors into battle.
Traits and Equipment
It is difficult to judge what traits are typical of this form of Demonspawn when they are so few and far between. Apart from possessing incredible strength and size, the Hordefather is able to breed with human females in a gruesome and fatal process that sees their mangled corpses used as incubators for more Demonspawn. As well as this, Nraz'gagr possesses a strong affinity for magic due to the demon's blood within him, but this is certainly not typical of all Beastkin.
- Summon PlagueNraz'gagr can channel the powers of pestilence and famine to devastate his foes and their settlements. A range of dreadful diseases can be called upon, not always entirely under the Wildhorn's control. Some are fatal, some kill livestock and crops, and others cause mental conditions like paranoia. In a few cases, the Hordefather afflicted entire besieged settlements with insomnia, and within a few days was able to breach the settlement and slaughter the fatigued garrison with minimal resistance.
- Call of the ForestThe Wildhorn can call upon the powers of nature, using the woods themselves as both defences and weapons. He can manipulate the foliage to provide cover and protection to his men, and also to ensnare and disorientate the enemy, as well as calling upon the beasts of the forest to attack his foes.
- Earthen BarrierThe Wildhorn can erect a temporary and far from indestructible barrier from the earth, particularly useful to provide cover on a charge over open ground, or the allow time to rally his troops in the case that they are caught off guard or ambushed.
- Demonic PossessionThe Wildhorn can target enemies and open their souls to be overtaken by lesser demons, turning them against their allies and ultimately transforming the victim into a thrall for the Hordefather's armies.
- BloodbombPrimarily a scare tactic, the Grand Chieftain can take hold of a victim by the throat, and channel dark energy into them, effectively boiling a victim's blood to the point at which their body explodes. While this explosion is harmless, it coats the foes surrounding the victim in their ally's blood and innards, often greatly damaging opposition morale and causing less experienced soldiers to flee in terror.
- Demonic ShamanThe Wildhorn can call on a multitude of spells and curses through ritualistic sacrifice to Ghadur, his demon overlord. These powers can be devastating when used appropriately against the enemy.
- Mighty WarriorThe Wildhorn is a formidable foe on the battlefield. His immense strength and surprising swiftness allow him to wield an array of brutal weaponry with ease and skill, cutting down unworthy foes with ease. He generally favours fighting with an axe in one hand and his bladed staff in the other.
- Inspiring CommanderThe Hordefather commands a vast army of Beastkin. He is an intelligent and effective battle commander, able to inspire his soldiers to fight to the death for him. Although most are mindless thralls, even the greater beasts would lay down their lives for the Grand Chieftain if that was his wish.
- Natural ProtectionAlthough far from steel plate armour, the Beastkin possess a naturally thick and leather-like hide that protects them from most basic attacks, like human swords and arrows. Of course, more powerful attacks, like a ballista or a weapon wielded by a powerful foe, would penetrate with ease.
- Primal InstinctsAt his core, Nraz'gagr is a beast, and as such he possesses a beast's instincts. He often reverts to primal behaviour patterns, and demonstrates a lower level of intelligence than can be found in many other powerful beings, except as a battlefield commander.
- Inner ConflictNraz'gagr is plagued by a crucial internal conflict. he is Ghadur's champion, and it is through Ghadur that much of his power flows. Yet the Wildhorn feels his time as a puppet is coming to an end, and soon he will be strong enough to usurp his master and become a strong independent force in the world. The matter of when, and if, to strike, is all he can think about.
- TechnophobeAside from the black powder cannons that the Wildhorn has begun integrating into his forces, Nraz'gagr despises the advancement of modern technology. Unsure of how to work it, he fears that eventually his methods of 'traditional' battlefield warfare will soon become outdated and ineffective as powerful steam powered vehicles take to the field.
- NaivetyNraz'gagr has very limited experience treating with allies. As a result, he is unaware of much of the common deception and backstabbing that takes place, making him vulnerable to manipulation by a more intelligent, experienced being.
- Vulnerable to SilverAs is the case with most demons, contact with silver causes searing burns and greatly weakens his magical prowess. It is rare that human soldiers wield silver weapons, but specialist demon hunter organisations and more powerful foes have the potential to greatly harm the Wildhorn.
- The Great HordeThe most powerful tool at the Wildhorn's disposal, the Great Horde is a vast and varied army of Beastkin warriors and shamans that fight loyally for the Hordefather, Nraz'gagr. The horde contains a mix of troop types, from mindless footsoldiers, to flying creatures of varying size, to burrowing creatures that can tunnel under enemy emplacements, to gargantuan siege beasts, serving as living siege towers, battering rams and now cannon platforms. The horde will fight for their father to the last man need be. While overall the Wildhorn despises technology, he has begun to incorporate cannon and handheld throwing bombs into the horde's arsenal.
- GreataxeThe Wildhorn's unnatural strength allows him to wield a brutal greataxe as easily as others may wield a shortwsord. His proficiency with this crude yet effective weapon makes him a true force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.
Ghadur's Malice
Originally gift from Ghadur, bestowed upon the Wildhorn when he was chosen to be the demon's champion. Through this staff he can harness Ghadur's demonic powers to curse and plague his enemies, as well as inspire and protect his own soldiers. Embedded in the base of the staff is a sacrificial knife that Nraz'gagr uses to sacrifice his victims. Only by spilling blood with the staff can it gain the ability to channel Ghadur's powers. Of course, not all of the Wildhorn's powers are dependent upon this staff, but the most powerful and devastating abilities in his arsenal definitely are.
However, since his recruitment by Lancelot, the former knight has made some modifications to the staff. The powers promised to the Wildhorn included greatly strengthening his influential powers over mortals and allowing him to spawn stronger followers. However, what the Wildhorn doesn't know, is that Lancelot has corrupted Ghadur's influence over him, the cause of the Wildhorn's recent internal conflict. Lancelot believes he can turn the Hordefather away from his demonic master and into a puppet of his own.
However, since his recruitment by Lancelot, the former knight has made some modifications to the staff. The powers promised to the Wildhorn included greatly strengthening his influential powers over mortals and allowing him to spawn stronger followers. However, what the Wildhorn doesn't know, is that Lancelot has corrupted Ghadur's influence over him, the cause of the Wildhorn's recent internal conflict. Lancelot believes he can turn the Hordefather away from his demonic master and into a puppet of his own.
Relationships
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I hope to sort of add a guide to a lot of the traits and creatures of the Great Horde here, both to help myself keep track and inform others.
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My first issue with this sheet as you are really vague with her overall character. If you want to keep some information out of public eye, that's fine, and I certainly don't mind the mystery behind what she is and all because thats actually pretty interesting.
Vagueness is intentional as I'm not going to bother explaining a possible eldritch horror.
While this ability is interesting, the biggest issue I have with this is what it does. While you do describe it acts as an agent of disease and pestilence you also say it has a wide variety of results on the intended victim. In addition for it to having an incredible range, this is concerning because as a gm I'm not sure how powerful it is; nor on who would be effective or uneffected by it. SINCE it is based on disease, I recommend that it only applies to living, organic characters (This excludes undead, and various supernatural entities) and that perhaps you can list what exactly this disease can do to its victims.
As it is a field of disease, it should be self-evident that it only effects the living. Furthermore, the variety of diseases aspect is an excuse to be creative with it, though the effects will most likely range from making the victims vomit to just making them overall sick. As for how powerful it is, the vagueness seen throughout my CS acts as the limit; if I don't say it's higher than a city level, than it's not higher than city level. As I do say, she can poison cities easily, you can assume the range is limited to city level.
The alchemy and Colgarity abilities are fine. However I'd like more description on her summon; both its physical description and size, and what its exact powers are. Depending upon how powerful it is may require drawbacks such as damage sacrifice, limited time for summon, etc.
It's physical description can be seen from its image and its powers are merely enhancements to the already poisonous abilities mentioned. As the CS does say it is the Empress' greatest invention, this much can be inferred. Considering this is also her trump card basically, it can also be inferred this summon takes much energy for her to use as a whole and is only a last resort.
As far as weaknesses go, while the first is interesting since she can't be far without her owner; I'd like to see an additional drawback to her form. She seems to be based in some sort of alchemy, at least in her physical body anyway. Some weaknesses could include, for instance, that direct contact with water could make her fall apart or if she's stitched together like some kind of frankenstein monster she needs to be careful over physical exertion as to not tear herself apart. Since you were vague with what she is, its hard for me give any weaknesses aside from guessing what she is and offering suggestions. If the former ideas wouldn't work, I implore you to add some more physical limitations of your own.
As the Empress is pretty much useless in actual battle, you're gonna have to give me a better weakness to consider since that's already a very big cripple in this kind of setting. I'm not going to give her a weakness that makes no sense for the sake of making her intentionally weak; however if it makes sense and in context, it will be applied. I suggest perhaps something else that requires her to be in the presence of her servant, of which we can discuss in detail with @KoL
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Ok, so here's Hohenheim:
Name: Hohenheim
Title: The Alchemist of Genesis
Race: Even though Hohenheim's body is artificial in nature, its makeup is no different than that of typical human being, except that it was projected to be perfect in every way conceivable.
Gender: Hohenheim would be glad to enlighten you, if you don't believe your eyes. I hope you have a lot of stamina, though. You'll need it.
Age, Sexuality & Religion: All of these are menial concepts far below Hohenheim's scope. She has more to do than to keep track of such boring subjects.
Job: Up to the contractor.
Appearance:
Personality:
Biography:
Race Description:
Curse/Power Description:
Spell list:
Strengths/Skills/Talents:
Weaknesses:
Equipment:
Name of Artifact: Up to the Contractor
Description of Artifact: Up to the Contractor
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The Alchemist of Genesis
Name: Hohenheim
Title: The Alchemist of Genesis
Race: Even though Hohenheim's body is artificial in nature, its makeup is no different than that of typical human being, except that it was projected to be perfect in every way conceivable.
Gender: Hohenheim would be glad to enlighten you, if you don't believe your eyes. I hope you have a lot of stamina, though. You'll need it.
Age, Sexuality & Religion: All of these are menial concepts far below Hohenheim's scope. She has more to do than to keep track of such boring subjects.
Job: Up to the contractor.
Description & Bio
☉ Height: 147 cm
☉ Weight: 42 kg
Hohenheim's current appearance is a precisely engineered construct. Needless to say, this isn't the Alchemist's original vessel, but a body that Hohenheim created to fit her notions of perfection. Who, or what, she was before becoming the currently seen being is a mystery up to debate. It's only known that she inhabited a host of different bodies before settling with her current, and favorite, homunculus vessel of choice.
Hohenheim is very picky when it comes to clothing. She'll only wear outfits that she feels that enhance the appeal of her form. As an alchemist, armor isn't something she's worried about, nor does Hohenheim care for it. Because of that, the Alchemist tends to wear alluring and expensive clothing at all times. Oh, and she has a passion for gold, shamelessly wearing jewelry such as her Ouroboros tiara with is easy as valuable as many a kings' crowns. Being able to produce the thing literally at the snap of a finger certainly, helps fuel Hohenheim's vanity.
☉ Weight: 42 kg
Hohenheim's current appearance is a precisely engineered construct. Needless to say, this isn't the Alchemist's original vessel, but a body that Hohenheim created to fit her notions of perfection. Who, or what, she was before becoming the currently seen being is a mystery up to debate. It's only known that she inhabited a host of different bodies before settling with her current, and favorite, homunculus vessel of choice.
Hohenheim is very picky when it comes to clothing. She'll only wear outfits that she feels that enhance the appeal of her form. As an alchemist, armor isn't something she's worried about, nor does Hohenheim care for it. Because of that, the Alchemist tends to wear alluring and expensive clothing at all times. Oh, and she has a passion for gold, shamelessly wearing jewelry such as her Ouroboros tiara with is easy as valuable as many a kings' crowns. Being able to produce the thing literally at the snap of a finger certainly, helps fuel Hohenheim's vanity.
Personality:
The Alchemist of Genesis, also known as Hohenheim, is probably one of the smuggest beings ever conceived. Hohenheim is both blatant and unrepentant in her belief that she's the very pinnacle of creation, a feat that she achieved on her own, through nothing but the power of intellect.
The only beings that she considers equal to or above her are her Master, simply known as Empress of the Court, along with a small crowd of peers of equally nebulous nature. For this world's eternal gratitude, most of them are roaming the vast expanses of the multiverse, each in their own dark missions. For its woe, Hohenheim and the Empress, two of the vilest between such a mysterious crowd, took a liking of this dimension.
Regardless of that, if there's one thing that Hohenheim loves above all else, it's knowledge. The Alchemist is passionate in her search for new fields of study both arcane and natural. A totally degenerated scientific mind, devoid of any notions of empathy or ethics, Hohenheim is a being that lives only to fulfill every single of her ambitions, self-indulgences, and unrestrained ego.
The worst part of it all? Hohenheim is human. Someone that chose to be like she's now, not someone that was born inhuman or corrupted by dark powers. Perhaps this is why the Alchemist of Genesis places monsters of any nature in so low regard. After all, if you do not have the chance of choosing your own path, if you don't know what it's to be human, to hold your fate in your own hands, and be the master of yourself, how does it make you better than a machine?
The only beings that she considers equal to or above her are her Master, simply known as Empress of the Court, along with a small crowd of peers of equally nebulous nature. For this world's eternal gratitude, most of them are roaming the vast expanses of the multiverse, each in their own dark missions. For its woe, Hohenheim and the Empress, two of the vilest between such a mysterious crowd, took a liking of this dimension.
Regardless of that, if there's one thing that Hohenheim loves above all else, it's knowledge. The Alchemist is passionate in her search for new fields of study both arcane and natural. A totally degenerated scientific mind, devoid of any notions of empathy or ethics, Hohenheim is a being that lives only to fulfill every single of her ambitions, self-indulgences, and unrestrained ego.
The worst part of it all? Hohenheim is human. Someone that chose to be like she's now, not someone that was born inhuman or corrupted by dark powers. Perhaps this is why the Alchemist of Genesis places monsters of any nature in so low regard. After all, if you do not have the chance of choosing your own path, if you don't know what it's to be human, to hold your fate in your own hands, and be the master of yourself, how does it make you better than a machine?
Biography:
The story of the Alchemist of Genesis is long and nebulous. A legend recorded in the dark recesses of Creation in dusty tomes and crumbling scrolls written in an indecipherable code and symbology that only those most well-versed in the Hermetic arts can ever hope to comprehend...
A long, long time ago, there existed an ancient civilization that thrived in an arid region thanks to its advanced scientific and magical lore, far beyond that of any nation that was built in its wake. Even for such an advanced people, there was a being that was known for its unmatched genius. Its name is long forgotten, the ciphers in which it's written unreadable by even the wisest of the scholars. The only fact known about said being is that it was a practitioner of the art that would be dubbed Alchemy in later years. Even that may be wrong since many fonts claim that such being was the original creator of what would come to be Alchemy. Though, calling its craft mere Alchemy may be a demerit, given that it was advanced far beyond the wildest dreams of any alchemist to come.
This being is the very one that would come be known as Hohenheim, Trismegistus, Paracelsus, among many other names and titles much later in the annals of history.
Nevertheless, Hohenheim's greatest title, The Alchemist of Genesis, comes from the fact that she was able to touch the root of all knowledge, thought, and feelings, the Akashic Records, through the fruit of her work. Not once anyone duplicated this feat and a mere glimpse of The Truth was enough to change Hohenheim forever. To say that she became the being that she's now because she forgot what it's to be human is a misconception. If there's anyone that knows what's a man, this one is the Alchemist.
Hohenheim didn't lose her way in her search for knowledge. She made her own, paved with blood, sweat and... less pleasant cobblestones.
The reason why she took an interest in this world and time, as well as heed the summons of Lancelot’s dubious messengers, is simply because Hohenheim saw a great chance to have some quality time along with her Master. Even if she has to follow the directions of a being she considers less worthy of her time than a dead fly.
A long, long time ago, there existed an ancient civilization that thrived in an arid region thanks to its advanced scientific and magical lore, far beyond that of any nation that was built in its wake. Even for such an advanced people, there was a being that was known for its unmatched genius. Its name is long forgotten, the ciphers in which it's written unreadable by even the wisest of the scholars. The only fact known about said being is that it was a practitioner of the art that would be dubbed Alchemy in later years. Even that may be wrong since many fonts claim that such being was the original creator of what would come to be Alchemy. Though, calling its craft mere Alchemy may be a demerit, given that it was advanced far beyond the wildest dreams of any alchemist to come.
This being is the very one that would come be known as Hohenheim, Trismegistus, Paracelsus, among many other names and titles much later in the annals of history.
Nevertheless, Hohenheim's greatest title, The Alchemist of Genesis, comes from the fact that she was able to touch the root of all knowledge, thought, and feelings, the Akashic Records, through the fruit of her work. Not once anyone duplicated this feat and a mere glimpse of The Truth was enough to change Hohenheim forever. To say that she became the being that she's now because she forgot what it's to be human is a misconception. If there's anyone that knows what's a man, this one is the Alchemist.
Hohenheim didn't lose her way in her search for knowledge. She made her own, paved with blood, sweat and... less pleasant cobblestones.
The reason why she took an interest in this world and time, as well as heed the summons of Lancelot’s dubious messengers, is simply because Hohenheim saw a great chance to have some quality time along with her Master. Even if she has to follow the directions of a being she considers less worthy of her time than a dead fly.
Traits and Equipment
Hohenheim's body may be human in its make up, nevertheless, it's made in such a way that it's the very pinnacle of what humanity can be. The afflictions of the flesh are long forgotten to her, even though she's perfectly capable of indulging in every single of its pleasures.
Curse/Power Description:
The Alchemist's body is unaging and immune to all forms of mundane diseases, corrosives, and poisons, as well as being extremely resistant to most magical ones. She has also surpassed the need for rest and nourishment, though Hohenheim will indulge in those things regardless of needing them or not. Lastly, but not least, it possesses a vast regenerative ability, being able to heal from most non-fatal wounds in a fraction of the time that would take for a normal human to do so, along with the ability to survive nearly any kind of injury. Killing Hohenheim may not be impossible, but it's certainly a daunting task.
Spell list:
While Hohenheim's repertoire may as well be considered infinite in its extension, given the fact that her alchemical might allows her to alter and shape the world around her in ways that vary according to the elements at her disposal at any given time, there are still a few effects that she tends to use more than others.
These are but a matter of personal preference and should not be taken as a limit in the Alchemist's transmutation abilities. For all that's known about her, Hohenheim may as well be able to rearrange matter at a subatomic level. At the very least she has the appropriate physical lore and arcane might to do so.
☉ Transmutation:
Through the power of alchemy, Hohenheim is capable of changing the size, shape, and properties of any object that she's in contact with directly or not. A few examples the feats available to her are raising and shaping metal and stone, transmuting inferior substances into gold and silver, water into alcohol, etc.
☉ Golem Creation:
An application of her alchemy, Hohenheim can impregnate inanimate objects with a facsimile of life, allowing them to function as automatons under her command. The only real limitation to this ability is the shape and composition of the golems, which naturally limit their functionality.
☉ Alkahest:
The universal solvent. This is a highly corrosive, and volatile fluid that Hohenheim can transmute using the natural components of the world around her. It’s said to be able to dissolve anything, breaking other materials into their basic components. Hohenheim stores it in special glass flasks coated in aether —a substance not from this world— that are able to resist Alkahest’s properties. The Alchemist uses this substance mainly for scientific purposes, but it also works wonderfully as grenade-like weapons.
☉ Bio Transmutation:
In the same way that Hohenheim could make her body immune to the afflictions of the flesh, so can she do to others’. The Alchemist can use a combination of her arts to heal and repair any possible wounds, disease, and poisoning that a being may be suffering.
☉ Ars Magna:
Hohenheim’s greatest conventional trick. At the cost of consuming a whole Philosopher’s Stone worth of power, Ars Magna breaks the laws of Thermodynamics, allowing Hohenheim to manipulate the very foundations of the world. She can reverse entropy, changing any single event to a previous state, outright destroy or create new matter or energy.
Through the power of alchemy, Hohenheim is capable of changing the size, shape, and properties of any object that she's in contact with directly or not. A few examples the feats available to her are raising and shaping metal and stone, transmuting inferior substances into gold and silver, water into alcohol, etc.
☉ Golem Creation:
An application of her alchemy, Hohenheim can impregnate inanimate objects with a facsimile of life, allowing them to function as automatons under her command. The only real limitation to this ability is the shape and composition of the golems, which naturally limit their functionality.
☉ Alkahest:
The universal solvent. This is a highly corrosive, and volatile fluid that Hohenheim can transmute using the natural components of the world around her. It’s said to be able to dissolve anything, breaking other materials into their basic components. Hohenheim stores it in special glass flasks coated in aether —a substance not from this world— that are able to resist Alkahest’s properties. The Alchemist uses this substance mainly for scientific purposes, but it also works wonderfully as grenade-like weapons.
☉ Bio Transmutation:
In the same way that Hohenheim could make her body immune to the afflictions of the flesh, so can she do to others’. The Alchemist can use a combination of her arts to heal and repair any possible wounds, disease, and poisoning that a being may be suffering.
☉ Ars Magna:
Hohenheim’s greatest conventional trick. At the cost of consuming a whole Philosopher’s Stone worth of power, Ars Magna breaks the laws of Thermodynamics, allowing Hohenheim to manipulate the very foundations of the world. She can reverse entropy, changing any single event to a previous state, outright destroy or create new matter or energy.
These are but a matter of personal preference and should not be taken as a limit in the Alchemist's transmutation abilities. For all that's known about her, Hohenheim may as well be able to rearrange matter at a subatomic level. At the very least she has the appropriate physical lore and arcane might to do so.
Strengths/Skills/Talents:
Hohenheim has neither use nor interest on abilities, feats, and talents outside of the scientific and mystical spectrum. Strength, speed, and toughness are illusions which she has surpassed a long time ago. If there’s one skill which Hohenheim has mastered a long time ago that might be a surprise for those who meet her at first it would be:
☉ Cooking:
It’s said that the alchemy was born in the kitchen. Hohenheim is a living testament of that. Her knowledge of alchemy, chemistry, and physics all comes together to make the Alchemist an unparalleled chef. Getting her to cook to you and not poison the food with some drug or another is a whole different ordeal.
It’s said that the alchemy was born in the kitchen. Hohenheim is a living testament of that. Her knowledge of alchemy, chemistry, and physics all comes together to make the Alchemist an unparalleled chef. Getting her to cook to you and not poison the food with some drug or another is a whole different ordeal.
Weaknesses:
Just like her Master, Hohenheim’s single most weakness is that the Alchemist isn’t built for battle, nor does she have any interest on it. If placed in a situation where her alchemy is less than effective, Hohenheim is left with options of what to do. Furthermore, just like her Master, Hohenheim’s power gets progressively weaker if they are separated, diminishing with every increase in distance.
Equipment:
What possible need could Hohenheim have for Equipment? The Alchemist of Genesis can produce nearly any kind of material or instrument that she may require for her studies. She has no need, use, or interest for bogus items like magic swords and steam powered machines. All of this is far below her level. That said, there are few possessions that Hohenheim keeps with her at nearly all times:
Hohenheim can only have one Stone with her at all times, producing one after the previous has been consumed requires the completion of a new Magnum Opus, a complex process that involves the sacrifices of many lives and consumption of very rare materials of nebulous nature. For this very reason, Hohenheim will save her Ars Magna for the most important occasions.
☉ Bezalel, Legacy of the Dollmaker:
Hohenheim’s grimoire. She doesn’t really on it to perform any of her feats but likes to use it as a journal of her scientific achievements and diary for personal affairs. It’s a cryptic book that seems to have endless pages. One of the possessions that Hohenheim cherishes the most.
☉ Lapis Philosophorum:
The Philosopher's Stone. It’s a source of power that can be used to amplify Hohenheim’s alchemical might. By entirely consuming it, she can use her Ars Magna.
Hohenheim’s grimoire. She doesn’t really on it to perform any of her feats but likes to use it as a journal of her scientific achievements and diary for personal affairs. It’s a cryptic book that seems to have endless pages. One of the possessions that Hohenheim cherishes the most.
☉ Lapis Philosophorum:
The Philosopher's Stone. It’s a source of power that can be used to amplify Hohenheim’s alchemical might. By entirely consuming it, she can use her Ars Magna.
Hohenheim can only have one Stone with her at all times, producing one after the previous has been consumed requires the completion of a new Magnum Opus, a complex process that involves the sacrifices of many lives and consumption of very rare materials of nebulous nature. For this very reason, Hohenheim will save her Ars Magna for the most important occasions.
Artifact
Name of Artifact: Up to the Contractor
Description of Artifact: Up to the Contractor
Relationships:
The only possibly good relationship that Hohenheim has is with her Master, which she’s so dedicated to, for a reason known to none but the two of them. Aside from her Master, nothing else in this world is worth of Hohenheim’s attention, be it love or hate. The Alchemist makes no secret of the fact that she holds lesser being with the same consideration that a human holds a maggot.
Other:
- "The truth is out there..."
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@KoL I can't seem to escape this perverted old man.
In any case, I'll start on my character tonight. Planning on a vampire. The first vampire.
In any case, I'll start on my character tonight. Planning on a vampire. The first vampire.
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I find this cast disappointingly lacking in the matter of libido and personality. Of course, I had to fix it.
I mean, one thing is writing that your character is this or that. Another is making them feel that they are this or that from their mere description. Hohenheim isn't even evil in her eyes, she's a woman of science that follows no one's rules of morality.
She may be evil from an objective standpoint, but she's humanly evil, not a caricature of rage and bloodshed. This is a whole different game since (discounting the supernatural powers) Hohenheim is the type of person that could be living in your neighborhood and you wouldn't ever know about... until it's too late.
I find this cast disappointingly lacking in the matter of libido and personality. Of course, I had to fix it.
I mean, one thing is writing that your character is this or that. Another is making them feel that they are this or that from their mere description. Hohenheim isn't even evil in her eyes, she's a woman of science that follows no one's rules of morality.
She may be evil from an objective standpoint, but she's humanly evil, not a caricature of rage and bloodshed. This is a whole different game since (discounting the supernatural powers) Hohenheim is the type of person that could be living in your neighborhood and you wouldn't ever know about... until it's too late.
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@KoL More commenting on the use of Cagliostro, who is quite decidedly not a woman at all.
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@KoL More commenting on the use of Cagliostro, who is quite decidedly not a woman at all.
Oh, that I know. Just read Hohenheim's backstory. It was very well inspired by that and something also that's very easy to tell.
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@dragonmancer Done with the corrections made. Edited a few things and Added something to his abilities as well.
Greater Demon
???
6 Feet Tall
300 Lbs
Male
Asexual
Well aware of the existence of Gods and their Pawns. He was once trying to attain Godhood, but now just waits for his time to come.
Conqueror
Having the power to easily take over poorly defended cities and armies that aren't well equipped with dealing with such a monstrous foe. His missions usually involve solitary journeys to demolish cities or outposts of various factions, but may be involved in a team based assault against higher tier enemies as well. Being a Trump-card in the various Evil Armies he accompanies.
@Komager Since we're both Demons, but of different gods. Would you like to have some relationship with each other starting off. I was thinking either something competitive or down right hating each other due to Enzoyo thinking himself to be Greater than all Demons that still follow their original Godly entity.
Enzoyo
The Earth Splitter
General description
Race
Greater Demon
Age
???
Size
6 Feet Tall
300 Lbs
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Asexual
Religion
Well aware of the existence of Gods and their Pawns. He was once trying to attain Godhood, but now just waits for his time to come.
Job
Conqueror
Having the power to easily take over poorly defended cities and armies that aren't well equipped with dealing with such a monstrous foe. His missions usually involve solitary journeys to demolish cities or outposts of various factions, but may be involved in a team based assault against higher tier enemies as well. Being a Trump-card in the various Evil Armies he accompanies.
Personality
Enzoyo is a Demon from the World beyond Mortal Comprehension. While in his true form, he would be a all knowing serious and cruel individual, but due to his current possession of his Human husk, their own Personality mixed in with Enzoyo's.
He is now more outspoken than his former self. Mixed with his increased cynicism, he always has something to say. He has a notable sick sense of humor, finding joy in terrible acts and always having some joke lined up for it. Some could say he is like a Jester, never truly serious. Unless being accused of something he didn't do. Enzoyo is also extremely greedy with his belongings, mostly due to them being a source of his strength. One touching his Items would see a complete different form of Enzoyo that some not familiar with him, could not think possible.
When dealing with Mortals, Enzoyo has great hate for them as many of his Fallen Angel brethren do. While not just mercilessly killing them all for his sadistic pleasure, he wish he could. With other Mystical creatures or Demons, he views them as just pawn's to their Dark Gods. If they worth admiration or Respect they would have long left their born virtues. If they could even wield that power to begin with.
He is now more outspoken than his former self. Mixed with his increased cynicism, he always has something to say. He has a notable sick sense of humor, finding joy in terrible acts and always having some joke lined up for it. Some could say he is like a Jester, never truly serious. Unless being accused of something he didn't do. Enzoyo is also extremely greedy with his belongings, mostly due to them being a source of his strength. One touching his Items would see a complete different form of Enzoyo that some not familiar with him, could not think possible.
When dealing with Mortals, Enzoyo has great hate for them as many of his Fallen Angel brethren do. While not just mercilessly killing them all for his sadistic pleasure, he wish he could. With other Mystical creatures or Demons, he views them as just pawn's to their Dark Gods. If they worth admiration or Respect they would have long left their born virtues. If they could even wield that power to begin with.
Biography
Enzoyo was once a Greater Demon in the Army of the fallen Archangel. Casted down by their god and serving the none, but his War Master Lucifer. As time passed he developed his own name in the Realm of the beyond and began a small following that worshiped him. Before long a group of Holy Knights stormed his Cult's ritual ground and slayed all his followers. Or at least they tried. After the initial assault, the Cultists that were not killed retreated and used as sacrifices for their summoning to be complete. Before they could stop the ritual, Enzoyo was summoned to the Mortal Realm. Although it was too late. Before he could reach his full power, the Knights sealed his Soul to a Mask the Lead Knight donned. This happened almost two centuries ago.
The Mask was later found by a collector named Hkuru Xani. This Man was more of a collector of rare weapons and armor, this mask being his newest prized possession. One drunken night, Hkuru put the mask on as a mere joke. No longer than a minute, the Demon began to take control over the Man. Hkuru went on a killing spree. Murdering his Family, friends, and finally random people to fuel the Demon. Once enough souls were absorbed, Enzoyo took complete control and transformed the Man in his image. The mask becoming his face and the body shift shaping into an appropriate form for the Greater Demon. Still he wasn't in his final most powerful form.
After gaining a new form Enzoyo spend Years of traveling through the land. Trying to find an opportunity to build his Cult again. In his pursuit a Raven had brought a note to him. Lancelot had offered him a position in the Knights of Evil. He heard the name and the stories of this... thing. While cautious at first Enzoyo Gladly accepted and joined, due to this being a good opportunity to learn about leading followers and the fun he would probably get enjoy serving under him. Not only giving a chance to build up his own power, but to unleash his powers on the Mortal World.
The Mask was later found by a collector named Hkuru Xani. This Man was more of a collector of rare weapons and armor, this mask being his newest prized possession. One drunken night, Hkuru put the mask on as a mere joke. No longer than a minute, the Demon began to take control over the Man. Hkuru went on a killing spree. Murdering his Family, friends, and finally random people to fuel the Demon. Once enough souls were absorbed, Enzoyo took complete control and transformed the Man in his image. The mask becoming his face and the body shift shaping into an appropriate form for the Greater Demon. Still he wasn't in his final most powerful form.
After gaining a new form Enzoyo spend Years of traveling through the land. Trying to find an opportunity to build his Cult again. In his pursuit a Raven had brought a note to him. Lancelot had offered him a position in the Knights of Evil. He heard the name and the stories of this... thing. While cautious at first Enzoyo Gladly accepted and joined, due to this being a good opportunity to learn about leading followers and the fun he would probably get enjoy serving under him. Not only giving a chance to build up his own power, but to unleash his powers on the Mortal World.
Enzoyo's size is just a little taller than the Average Mortal of this time. Covered head to toe in his Bonemeld armor. Shining a Metallic black, greatly contrasting his White flowing Hair. He wears several different cloths over the armor, usually Blue or Red. Covering the chest piece and his armor grieves. The thick clothing hiding his bulky silhouette. His face is shaped to a Horrifying Demon mask, white as Bone. One Horn reaching high, while the other broken off to a shorter stub. His seal is placed on his forehead, marking his bindings to the mask.
Traits and Equipment
While their are Demons of each Godly entitie, Enzoyo was one of the great Demon Lieutenants of the Archangel Lucifer. Abaddon, the End. Typhus, the Plague. Erebus, the Destroyer. Enzoyo, the Earth Splitter. All of these Demons eventually made a name for themselves and branched off from their roots. Hoping to become gods themselves. None of them succeeded and still serve their Dark lord or have fallen to the Earth to wreck havoc. Holy entities still hurt them and only true priest of their Enemy can cause them great harm. They each must possess a body to travel through the Mortal Realm. Although sacrifices may bring them to the land of the living, it is only temporary. Unless their soul is bound to an Item on Earth.
Demon Physiology: The Greater Demons are near superhuman. Swords snap and arrows splinter into dust against their skin. Their speed is similar to normal Humans, but they hold the strength of Ten Men. Even their presence give off a natural aura of fear to the Mortals around then. Each hold their own powers, but some may not have the strength to use them in the Mortal realm.
- Item EnchantmentEnzoyo can enchant weapons with the powers he could only achieve if he had reached his final form before being sealed. It takes many souls and with it the overall strength of Enzoyo. Besides his average usual equipment, most items Enchanted only last for a few minutes before the Item recedes to its natural state.
- Earth SplitterWhile Each Greater Demon has a element of life they wield, Enzoyo being granted the power to summon and control the Earth's Elements. Water, Wind, Fire, and Earth. He currently can cannot control the strongest, being Earth. He also cannot control the elements with out channeling through his weapons, which he has access to the other three. He can also mix these elements together to create stronger spells of destruction. Such as Wind and Water to create storms, or Fire and Water to create steam, or even Wind and fire to create Fire Whirls.
- Tongue of the BeastEnzoyo can talk to Demons in their native tongue. While he holds none under his command, he may be able to offer them a deal or scare them off with his words. Most Demon already knowing his Power.
- Holy entities and Silver.Demons are extremely weak to Holy items and incantations or Silver weapons . Weakening them to normal human levels of strength. While they cannot die, their human host can. Releasing the Demon to the realm of the Unseen. Due to being in a Human host, Silver potency is weakened, but still a threat to his form.
- Unholy SavageryEnzoyo can be caught in a Rage in his killings. Easily catching tunnel vision and not noticing his surroundings. Easily falling into a trap or attacking an opponent more than ready to face a Demon.
- Lazy ArroganceEnzoyo arrogance and underestimation of his enemies and friends make him quite lazy when dealing with fights. He will allow opponents to gain an the upper hand, due to it being a 'pain' to move with a purpose. Thinking Mortals are so beneath him they would never stand a chance against him, no matter their advantage...
- Soul BindingDemons who walk the Mortal realm permanently have their souls bonded to an item they possess. In Enzoyo's case it is his Mask. If the Item were to break, then their soul will be released from their chosen body and be casted away.
- Human HuskWhile their Demon forms give their possessed bodies great strength, they are still Human bodies. If Enzoyo is weakened by Holy items, the body becomes as weak as any Mortal Men. Able to suffer and die from the same effects as any Human.
- Mask of the KnightThis terrifying Mask was worn by the Knight that Slayed Enzoyo and then sealed him into it. Now released it the face of Enzoyo. It is a master crafted piece of Steel, but is probably the Weakest point on Enzoyo. The Mask had been Enchanted with the Element of Water. Allowing him to walk on it, Control its movement, or even summon waves from the sea.
- Gunbai of WindThis ancient steel War fan is used as a conduit to unleash Enzoyo's power over the Wind. Able to throw strong gusts of wind at enemies or even summon a small funnel cloud. The Powers are only available when he holds this weapon.
- Scroll of the FlameA legendary Scroll that allows him to call upon Hell fire from it's Dark ancient texts. From the scroll, large balls of flames can be summoned, a wall of fire can be casted, and even control flames that already exist. Only other Greater Demons can utter the text properly and bring the Weapon to it's full potential.
- Scythe Of HellA personal Weapon summoned from the Gates of Hell themselves. The weapon is a simple design of just and handle and two jagged scythe blades. The weapon is linked to Enzoyo with unholy chains, Allowing him to use the Weapon as a close and long range combat weapon.
- Bonemeld ArmorThis Armor covers Enzoyo from head to toe. Crafted from Unholy Steel and the Bone of the Human Host Enzoyo possessed. It has been enchanted with the ability to cast a smog around Enzoyo. Concealing him from those that are not face to face with him.
Unholy Jar
This Evil looking jar is constructed by Diamond and then magically shielded by the words of Demons. Their scripture raps around the Jar, explaining the item inside and the Power it wields. The item inside is a Piece of bark from the Tree that Bore the Forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden. It is said that one were to splinter themselves with the bark, they will become invincible for a short period of time. Although this only effects Human Mortals. It holds no true Value to Enzoyo, but just it being such a legendary item and the history the Item, any Demon would be pleased with it.
Relationships
@Komager Since we're both Demons, but of different gods. Would you like to have some relationship with each other starting off. I was thinking either something competitive or down right hating each other due to Enzoyo thinking himself to be Greater than all Demons that still follow their original Godly entity.
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@Thecrash20 it would make sense for there to be some sort of rivalry here definitely. Since Enzoyo feels himself superior, he's likely to feel more contempt for the Wildhorn than outirght hatred, whereas my character is more likely to hate yours due to his devotion to his master. Of course, as that devotion fades, he could even end up asking Enzoyo to help him dispose of his master. There's a lot of room for character development.
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@Komager
I like it! Well go with that. Although contempt is the proper word, it sometimes leads to thinking he could have some sort of pity, but that is not the case at all.
@Thecrash20 it would make sense for there to be some sort of rivalry here definitely. Since Enzoyo feels himself superior, he's likely to feel more contempt for the Wildhorn than outirght hatred, whereas my character is more likely to hate yours due to his devotion to his master. Of course, as that devotion fades, he could even end up asking Enzoyo to help him dispose of his master. There's a lot of room for character development.
I like it! Well go with that. Although contempt is the proper word, it sometimes leads to thinking he could have some sort of pity, but that is not the case at all.
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I like it! Well go with that. Although contempt is the proper word, it sometimes leads to thinking he could have some sort of pity, but that is not the case at all.
Of course, a demon never does anything for free, so while my character may be naïve enough to think Enzoyo is helping him because he wants to destroy Ghadur as well, there will almost undoubtedly be some sort of bargaining involved in which the Wildhorn is manipulated for Enzoyo's gain. These are all things we can flesh out later as the story develops.
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Both demons are officially accepted, glad to have you guys aboard.
-I'm not going to force players to not play vague characters, as I've said before its an interesting tool to play around with. However as you've noticed I'm very picky with powers and abilities in terms of what players can and can't do. Eldritch horrors are a neat concept too if played right.
-I'd like to clarify that city level is the MAXIMUM cap in terms of power. I certainly appreciate players being creative with their powers, but as the gm I have the final say in such matters as I am, once again, very picky with balancing. A city level disease cloud is fine, so long as the sickness induced on it isn't immediately fatal. Your description on it passes.
-I prefer having things written out when it comes to physical appearance. More importantly, the picture (while giving the image of a generally large creature) doesn't give me the exact proportions. As I've said before I need an illustration on its exact power. Even if its just a beef nugget, I'd like to see its limits on its strength; how much can it lift and etc. This is especially important since you describe it as her strongest move.
-She has gun arms and the ability to summon a monster, that alone can be used effectively in combat; nevermind her disease cloud utility and her alchemy. Even if she isn't much of a fighter, she without a doubt holds a lot of power. If you look at some of our already accepted sheets you'll see a lot of characters, even at different power tiers, have a variety of strengths and weaknesses with only one exceptional character that has a single weakness. That being said, its hard for me to assign recommended weaknesses because again, you're being vague about it.
Since she is not a good fighter I recommend giving her physical limitations that actually gives her problems when in direct confrontation. This will enforce the strategic/back line role where she can use her cloud or summon from a safe distance, with her hand cannons being used as a last resort close quarters weapons if need be.
@KoL
After seeing these two characters I have to say I have a bit of a personal bias against them because a lot of their flavor screams more of FMA anime inspired rather then mythology or fantasy games. This is fine, I don't want to limit where people get their inspiration from, but with the current cast we have now that kind of theme feels very out of place.
This sheet handles a bit of the vagueness better since it gives me a good idea of what she is, or at least what she generally is physically, and has more descript powers.
Before I get into the exact powers, I'd like to discuss the philosopher stone first. THIS is more fitting as an artifact, something Lancelot would give him, and would be far much better if it were that case instead of her already having the stone. This gives the alchemist more incentive for joining Lancelot, as well as how I'd like to balance her alchemic ability. I'll get into that down below, but for now consider the Philosopher stone as the main fuel source for her more advanced variations of alchemy. Additionally, the stone will have charges giving her limits on how much of that advanced alchemy she can use. The stone can only be recharged by absorbing souls, a task that may require assistance from another cast member such as our deathless cleric or one of our demons.
Transmutation is fine, however advanced transmutations will require using the philosopher stone.
Bending matter like in the anime or changing its composition will be considered a basic alchemic property, however changing that matter into another form of matter altogether (i.E. Stone into Gold, water into fire, etc.) will require the use of the stone.
Golem creation is fine, however the philosopher stone can be used to give the golem a soul that the stone absorbed; this can buff the golem and make it more permanent, but runs the risk of getting a rogue personality.
Alkaheist is a bit..problematic. Not just as a weapon, but a universal solvent has a lot of versatility. I will allow its use, but she can only create a gallon of the substance by draining her entire stone's worth of souls.
Ars Magna is fine so long as it is limited to the philosopher stone and can quickly drain its energy source.
And now into weaknesses.
Once again, you only give her one 'weakness' yet she has an incredible regeneration ability alongside a disease/poison immunity, and thats not even touching on her prowess with alchemy.
The soul bond idea is fine, but I'd like to see ADDITIONAL weaknesses that works against them, especially upon building on the case that they are not built for fighters (Despite having great power and utility.)
I'll leave all that up to you two, and you may resubmit your characters once you've gotten that underway for a second review.
Both demons are officially accepted, glad to have you guys aboard.
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Vagueness is intentional as I'm not going to bother explaining a possible eldritch horror.
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As it is a field of disease, it should be self-evident that it only effects the living. Furthermore, the variety of diseases aspect is an excuse to be creative with it, though the effects will most likely range from making the victims vomit to just making them overall sick. As for how powerful it is, the vagueness seen throughout my CS acts as the limit; if I don't say it's higher than a city level, than it's not higher than city level. As I do say, she can poison cities easily, you can assume the range is limited to city level.
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It's physical description can be seen from its image and its powers are merely enhancements to the already poisonous abilities mentioned. As the CS does say it is the Empress' greatest invention, this much can be inferred. Considering this is also her trump card basically, it can also be inferred this summon takes much energy for her to use as a whole and is only a last resort.
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As the Empress is pretty much useless in actual battle, you're gonna have to give me a better weakness to consider since that's already a very big cripple in this kind of setting. I'm not going to give her a weakness that makes no sense for the sake of making her intentionally weak; however if it makes sense and in context, it will be applied. I suggest perhaps something else that requires her to be in the presence of her servant, of which we can discuss in detail with @KoL
-I'm not going to force players to not play vague characters, as I've said before its an interesting tool to play around with. However as you've noticed I'm very picky with powers and abilities in terms of what players can and can't do. Eldritch horrors are a neat concept too if played right.
-I'd like to clarify that city level is the MAXIMUM cap in terms of power. I certainly appreciate players being creative with their powers, but as the gm I have the final say in such matters as I am, once again, very picky with balancing. A city level disease cloud is fine, so long as the sickness induced on it isn't immediately fatal. Your description on it passes.
-I prefer having things written out when it comes to physical appearance. More importantly, the picture (while giving the image of a generally large creature) doesn't give me the exact proportions. As I've said before I need an illustration on its exact power. Even if its just a beef nugget, I'd like to see its limits on its strength; how much can it lift and etc. This is especially important since you describe it as her strongest move.
-She has gun arms and the ability to summon a monster, that alone can be used effectively in combat; nevermind her disease cloud utility and her alchemy. Even if she isn't much of a fighter, she without a doubt holds a lot of power. If you look at some of our already accepted sheets you'll see a lot of characters, even at different power tiers, have a variety of strengths and weaknesses with only one exceptional character that has a single weakness. That being said, its hard for me to assign recommended weaknesses because again, you're being vague about it.
Since she is not a good fighter I recommend giving her physical limitations that actually gives her problems when in direct confrontation. This will enforce the strategic/back line role where she can use her cloud or summon from a safe distance, with her hand cannons being used as a last resort close quarters weapons if need be.
@KoL
After seeing these two characters I have to say I have a bit of a personal bias against them because a lot of their flavor screams more of FMA anime inspired rather then mythology or fantasy games. This is fine, I don't want to limit where people get their inspiration from, but with the current cast we have now that kind of theme feels very out of place.
This sheet handles a bit of the vagueness better since it gives me a good idea of what she is, or at least what she generally is physically, and has more descript powers.
Before I get into the exact powers, I'd like to discuss the philosopher stone first. THIS is more fitting as an artifact, something Lancelot would give him, and would be far much better if it were that case instead of her already having the stone. This gives the alchemist more incentive for joining Lancelot, as well as how I'd like to balance her alchemic ability. I'll get into that down below, but for now consider the Philosopher stone as the main fuel source for her more advanced variations of alchemy. Additionally, the stone will have charges giving her limits on how much of that advanced alchemy she can use. The stone can only be recharged by absorbing souls, a task that may require assistance from another cast member such as our deathless cleric or one of our demons.
Transmutation is fine, however advanced transmutations will require using the philosopher stone.
Bending matter like in the anime or changing its composition will be considered a basic alchemic property, however changing that matter into another form of matter altogether (i.E. Stone into Gold, water into fire, etc.) will require the use of the stone.
Golem creation is fine, however the philosopher stone can be used to give the golem a soul that the stone absorbed; this can buff the golem and make it more permanent, but runs the risk of getting a rogue personality.
Alkaheist is a bit..problematic. Not just as a weapon, but a universal solvent has a lot of versatility. I will allow its use, but she can only create a gallon of the substance by draining her entire stone's worth of souls.
Ars Magna is fine so long as it is limited to the philosopher stone and can quickly drain its energy source.
And now into weaknesses.
Once again, you only give her one 'weakness' yet she has an incredible regeneration ability alongside a disease/poison immunity, and thats not even touching on her prowess with alchemy.
The soul bond idea is fine, but I'd like to see ADDITIONAL weaknesses that works against them, especially upon building on the case that they are not built for fighters (Despite having great power and utility.)
I'll leave all that up to you two, and you may resubmit your characters once you've gotten that underway for a second review.
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-I'd like to clarify that city level is the MAXIMUM cap in terms of power. I certainly appreciate players being creative with their powers, but as the gm I have the final say in such matters as I am, once again, very picky with balancing. A city level disease cloud is fine, so long as the sickness induced on it isn't immediately fatal. Your description on it passes.
As I said before, the utmost limit of any of her attacks are City Level.
-I prefer having things written out when it comes to physical appearance. More importantly, the picture (while giving the image of a generally large creature) doesn't give me the exact proportions. As I've said before I need an illustration on its exact power. Even if its just a beef nugget, I'd like to see its limits on its strength; how much can it lift and etc. This is especially important since you describe it as her strongest move.
As I said before, it is merely an enhancement of her overall abilities; given the max state of power is city level, you can assume the summon is city level powerwise. As for size, I don't see too much of a need for exact proportions written out so long as it's the size of a normal dragon. But if it will appease this need of yours I suppose I could add in some measurements.
-She has gun arms and the ability to summon a monster, that alone can be used effectively in combat; nevermind her disease cloud utility and her alchemy. Even if she isn't much of a fighter, she without a doubt holds a lot of power. If you look at some of our already accepted sheets you'll see a lot of characters, even at different power tiers, have a variety of strengths and weaknesses with only one exceptional character that has a single weakness. That being said, its hard for me to assign recommended weaknesses because again, you're being vague about it.
Since she is not a good fighter I recommend giving her physical limitations that actually gives her problems when in direct confrontation. This will enforce the strategic/back line role where she can use her cloud or summon from a safe distance, with her hand cannons being used as a last resort close quarters weapons if need be.
Physical limitations can be seen from how she looks; as she takes the form of a small girl, so too does she have those physical hindrances. I had thought that was made clear in the Weakness portion of her CS but apparently not and so must be emphasized. Couple that with the fact that she's not going to be out on the front lines, and you have a limited character in range of combat. As I said, her summon uses up most of her strength and the firearms are only there as a base means of defending herself.
As it stands now, I'm not too sure about remaining in here given the sheer limitations imposed on what are supposed to be powerful people (All of the weaknesses for a vampire for example makes me question why bother to being one) as well as the reliance on traditional lore. Not that it's a bad thing; it's just not my thing. I've already stated my character is City Level and anything else can be inferred from explanation or reading the CS. That being said, we can probably discuss this more in depth on a PM if you'd like to avoid clattering the Interest Check.
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Actually...I think I'll be dropping this. I'm starting to realize that the reliance on traditional lore is not really my thing and trying to confine to it would take more effort than it's worth. Not that it's bad by all means, but it's just not my flavor. In any case, I hope the RP lasts long and whatnot even if it didn't work out for me. Farewell for now.
Actually...I think I'll be dropping this. I'm starting to realize that the reliance on traditional lore is not really my thing and trying to confine to it would take more effort than it's worth. Not that it's bad by all means, but it's just not my flavor. In any case, I hope the RP lasts long and whatnot even if it didn't work out for me. Farewell for now.
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Sincerely, let me say one thing. FMA is only an inspiration for her backstory, her powers are nearly universally based on actual alchemical practices, just changed to give the character a bit more of flavor.
Alkahest is an actual alchemical composite, thought to exist and that has absolutely the same properties I described on my CS. It's not my creation. Just research it if you don't believe me, it's the most absolute and accurate mythological thing on my CS along with the Golems.
As for the matter of Golems, no, I don't want permanent ones, never did. They are just disposable tools, there's no need to expand them beyond their purpose. Hohenheim's Grimoire is actually named for the Maharal, the famous creator of the Golem of Prague, which is only the most famous golem of all, but mythological Jew mythology based golems work just like I described.
An accomplished alchemist that's supposed to be paired with dragons and demons that can't even complete a Magnum Opus on her own is a laughable notion, to say the least, I should say. Transmuting base metals to higher forms is supposed to be a cantrip to an alchemist that can forge the Philosopher's Stone. It's not about power, it's about concept, my CS followed a lot of the proper mythology if you care to check the right sources. Alchemy is supposed to be nebulous and vague by nature, but the Magnum Opus is one of the few things that's easy to get information to. Something as turning water into fire requiring a Philosopher's stone is ridiculous, to say the least. All you need for that, even IRL is electricity and a bit of salt, something easy to obtain for characters like those. Water is already made of hydrogen and oxygen, it already makes a pretty good fire as long as you separate it and add a single spark.
However, I'm appaled that you allowed a reality breaking ability to pass this scrutiny. You clearly must not know what reversal of entropy means.
Either way, if @TheWindel is dropping, so am I. I just suggest that you look further into your mythology books before deeming something as a mere anime/game trope. Usually, they have a base in reality that you clearly are ignoring.
Sincerely, let me say one thing. FMA is only an inspiration for her backstory, her powers are nearly universally based on actual alchemical practices, just changed to give the character a bit more of flavor.
Alkahest is an actual alchemical composite, thought to exist and that has absolutely the same properties I described on my CS. It's not my creation. Just research it if you don't believe me, it's the most absolute and accurate mythological thing on my CS along with the Golems.
As for the matter of Golems, no, I don't want permanent ones, never did. They are just disposable tools, there's no need to expand them beyond their purpose. Hohenheim's Grimoire is actually named for the Maharal, the famous creator of the Golem of Prague, which is only the most famous golem of all, but mythological Jew mythology based golems work just like I described.
An accomplished alchemist that's supposed to be paired with dragons and demons that can't even complete a Magnum Opus on her own is a laughable notion, to say the least, I should say. Transmuting base metals to higher forms is supposed to be a cantrip to an alchemist that can forge the Philosopher's Stone. It's not about power, it's about concept, my CS followed a lot of the proper mythology if you care to check the right sources. Alchemy is supposed to be nebulous and vague by nature, but the Magnum Opus is one of the few things that's easy to get information to. Something as turning water into fire requiring a Philosopher's stone is ridiculous, to say the least. All you need for that, even IRL is electricity and a bit of salt, something easy to obtain for characters like those. Water is already made of hydrogen and oxygen, it already makes a pretty good fire as long as you separate it and add a single spark.
However, I'm appaled that you allowed a reality breaking ability to pass this scrutiny. You clearly must not know what reversal of entropy means.
Either way, if @TheWindel is dropping, so am I. I just suggest that you look further into your mythology books before deeming something as a mere anime/game trope. Usually, they have a base in reality that you clearly are ignoring.
@dragonmancer Sigh. Okay, I'll do a ground-up rebuild. This idea is too good for me to pass up.
I heard we could make slaves, so I made a gay fairy prostitute.
Awaiting approval.
Though he's paired with another character so probably will need to wait for that one, too.
Changeling
19
5' 4" / 162cm
135 lbs. / 61kg
Male
Homosexual
Gardener and personal slave to his lord.
Awaiting approval.
Though he's paired with another character so probably will need to wait for that one, too.
Character illustration by Lucy-L7 on DeviantArt.
A prostitute turned personal concubine and part-time gardener at a lord's estate, Star is the epitome of brazen decadence and spoiled libido. Sincerity can be bought and affection is directly correlated to the quantity of shiny accessories gifted. Star may not kiss and tell, but he'll certainly extort finery from his customers if they show even a hint of weakness. It's not like he didn't show them a good time, after all.
Changeling
19
5' 4" / 162cm
135 lbs. / 61kg
Male
Homosexual
Fata Morgana
A belief long held by the fairies of the region that any fae worthy of entering the realm of light would see the glorious visage of the Fata Morgana itself, supposedly a grand castle connecting the sky and sea at the horizon's line. Star doesn't truly believe in the realm of fae, but indulges the fantasy that a paradise filled with only happiness and fulfillment exists beyond what the eye can see for those who truly deserve it--not him, of course.
Gardener and personal slave to his lord.
Lithe and flexible with a slender frame, Star has always been as bright as his namesake with blonde hair so light the sun's rays might bleach its colors away and skin so pale that even the gentlest of bruises would mar black and blue. His fae heritage grants brilliant blue eyes and a gentle face of childishly soft curves that evokes the timeless connotations of innocence and purity.
And he is anything but.
Just vain enough to prefer jewelry and fine ornaments, Star bedecks himself often in the gifts of his customers, unabashedly displaying the fruits of his ill-reputed former profession. He's earned them, he insists, and he doesn't quite care that people think of him as a glorified stress toy.
"As long as they keep giving me gifts like these, they can call me what they like."
And he is anything but.
Just vain enough to prefer jewelry and fine ornaments, Star bedecks himself often in the gifts of his customers, unabashedly displaying the fruits of his ill-reputed former profession. He's earned them, he insists, and he doesn't quite care that people think of him as a glorified stress toy.
"As long as they keep giving me gifts like these, they can call me what they like."
Entirely too irreverent and completely shameless, Star will speak his mind even when no one asked for his opinion. Or, rather, especially when no one asked. Raised as a whore and completely accepting of his history, the fairy pays mental lip service to the presence of the unseen fae around him, but rarely cares. After all, they abandoned him first. He isn't bitter about it, but he isn't about to go out of his way to help anyone that likely won't help him in return. Once upon a time, he might have, but that part of him is sealed in an airtight casket and buried at the bottom of his emotional ocean. Callous and unrepentant, Star has a smart mouth that's earned him more than his fair share of vicious backhands and flared tempers, but the abuse doesn't deter him. He likes it rough. Debauchery has a name and that name is Star Misch.
Star keeps a series of ready-made personalities on hand for use in any situation between the sheets and they range from obedient servant to feisty mistress--whatever makes the customer waste more time in his arms makes the brothel more money, after all, but it's not all stalling tactics with this mischievous sprite. Years of special services to the depraved have netted him a series of skills not suitable for any type of polite company, but more than applicable for almost any scenario that requires pleasure of the physical variety. Including cooking, because prolonged night antics work up an appetite and the brothel cooks have all gone to bed.
Love and trust are foreign concepts to Star while money and hourly rates for services rendered define his interpersonal relationships. If he's lonely, he certainly doesn't know it, but every so often he'll catch himself gazing at the open sky, searching for the castle on the horizon's line that he knows would never come for him in the filthy streets of the town's immoral district. Only the pure of heart, the old fairy had said, hobbling on two wizened legs near him as he scrubbed the wooden floors of grime and leftovers.
"So never me?" he had asked, voice breaking only on the last word.
"Who's to say?" the rasping voice had responded, gazing to the sunset in the western sky barely visible from the window.
The dying fairy had never returned after that day and Star had watched his small offerings of berries and nuts rot slowly in the outside crevice beside the door. On the fifth day of no return, he took on the most customers he ever had in one day, exhausting himself to the point where he could justify his tears with another reason, because facing loneliness was beyond his capabilities.
Star keeps a series of ready-made personalities on hand for use in any situation between the sheets and they range from obedient servant to feisty mistress--whatever makes the customer waste more time in his arms makes the brothel more money, after all, but it's not all stalling tactics with this mischievous sprite. Years of special services to the depraved have netted him a series of skills not suitable for any type of polite company, but more than applicable for almost any scenario that requires pleasure of the physical variety. Including cooking, because prolonged night antics work up an appetite and the brothel cooks have all gone to bed.
Love and trust are foreign concepts to Star while money and hourly rates for services rendered define his interpersonal relationships. If he's lonely, he certainly doesn't know it, but every so often he'll catch himself gazing at the open sky, searching for the castle on the horizon's line that he knows would never come for him in the filthy streets of the town's immoral district. Only the pure of heart, the old fairy had said, hobbling on two wizened legs near him as he scrubbed the wooden floors of grime and leftovers.
"So never me?" he had asked, voice breaking only on the last word.
"Who's to say?" the rasping voice had responded, gazing to the sunset in the western sky barely visible from the window.
The dying fairy had never returned after that day and Star had watched his small offerings of berries and nuts rot slowly in the outside crevice beside the door. On the fifth day of no return, he took on the most customers he ever had in one day, exhausting himself to the point where he could justify his tears with another reason, because facing loneliness was beyond his capabilities.
Star was--and still is--known throughout his lord's lands as the town harlot, having been abandoned by his family after he was birthed with a caul over his head. The omen trumped any love they could have held for their child (if it even was their child and, truly, Star was not) and so the newborn was left to die in the streets one night, though the midwife was merciful enough to remove the caul and allow him to breathe even if she still abandoned him in the end. Feeling more excitement at free labor than pity for the wailing child, a sharp-eyed owner of a brothel saved the infant from a cold death, naming him after the stars that aligned that day to cross her path with his and preserve his life.
From a young age, Star was able to see the fae folk that glamoured themselves away from prying human eyes, some tall, some miniscule, and some that dwelled only in the darkness. He realized in his teenage years that he was one of them, even if he was an abandoned member of the supernatural. An aging fae had pitied the ignorant changeling and passed enough knowledge that the child at least understood the culture of his roots. Sweeping the grounds or cleaning the floors, Star found time to listen until he had gleaned enough knowledge to understand that every fae possessed a talent, while even stronger sorts held power over many magicks. Secretive experimentation led to the discovery of his own gift--a small touch of magic to plants. Flowers bloomed early and trees bore fruit in the wrong season. The brothel's modest garden soon had its share of bountiful harvest no matter the weather and its caretakers thanked the powers that be for the blessing, never knowing the true culprit of their abundance.
In time, the changeling grew into an attractive hostess, gathering customers and suitors like a candle gathers moths. Too intelligent for her own good, the brothel's head set the boy's purchase at an absurd 100,000 pieces of gold, a price only a lord could even hope to afford. Meanwhile, she raked in the profits of selling the surprisingly willing prostitute's body. For his part, Star didn't terribly mind his trade once the initial terror had passed and his innocence was lost. The townsfolk maintained an air of dignity and superiority over the brothel's workers, but Star knew them for what they were at night when the sexually frustrated and the perpetually lustful came knocking on the gaudy silver filigree of the business's doors. Not so noble, after all, especially when the local priest prayed for forgiveness from his many gods while tucked between Star's thighs.
He could have continued like that until youth and beauty both had deserted him--until the brothel had no more use for an aging whore--but the province lord's messenger came running one day with a missive for the brothel to deliver its finest. In that group were the most lucrative earners of the business, including Star. As greed and hedonism would have it, the lord kept all of them, paying out even Star's gouged price as if the imposing man had nothing else for his coffers to purchase. The local brothel's best joined several other groups from similar businesses around the province, adding to the lord's harem by the dozens and assigned to various high-ranking servants in the palace as personal concubines. The cream of the crop was reserved for the noble family's use and while the lord himself had no attraction to men, his son found a strange fascination with the changeling who walked as if on air, assured and relaxed regardless of the change in environment. Their relationship went no further than nobleman and concubine, but Star developed a certain fondness for his new exclusive customer. It was the fineness of his hair or the smoothness of his skin or just the way he held Star in a careful lover's embrace, but the result was the same: fondness to attraction, and for once Star couldn't shake off the lingering crush.
One chaotic night. Screams and the smell of blood and viscera. A hidden passage the lord's son had shown him. And Star only remembered cowering as far into the secret alcove as he could, hands over his ears and eyes squeezed shut. Murder. No. Massacre.
The dead lined the hallways like ghastly decor and crimson was the color of the night. A monster in the guise of the lord's son, eyes black and empty behind the skin it had donned. He remembered staring at liquid black where the crisp gray of those eyes should have been. And then darkness.
The castle was clean when he woke up. The monster in the noble's body stood at his bedside.
Words failed to exchange and for long, silent minutes they stared at one another. It was Star who gave in at last, bowing his head in submission. The face remained his lord's son. The eyes were a stranger. A monster.
He told himself he was staying because he had no choice. Because he would die if he tried to run away. Because he wanted to believe the only emotion holding him back was fear.
From a young age, Star was able to see the fae folk that glamoured themselves away from prying human eyes, some tall, some miniscule, and some that dwelled only in the darkness. He realized in his teenage years that he was one of them, even if he was an abandoned member of the supernatural. An aging fae had pitied the ignorant changeling and passed enough knowledge that the child at least understood the culture of his roots. Sweeping the grounds or cleaning the floors, Star found time to listen until he had gleaned enough knowledge to understand that every fae possessed a talent, while even stronger sorts held power over many magicks. Secretive experimentation led to the discovery of his own gift--a small touch of magic to plants. Flowers bloomed early and trees bore fruit in the wrong season. The brothel's modest garden soon had its share of bountiful harvest no matter the weather and its caretakers thanked the powers that be for the blessing, never knowing the true culprit of their abundance.
In time, the changeling grew into an attractive hostess, gathering customers and suitors like a candle gathers moths. Too intelligent for her own good, the brothel's head set the boy's purchase at an absurd 100,000 pieces of gold, a price only a lord could even hope to afford. Meanwhile, she raked in the profits of selling the surprisingly willing prostitute's body. For his part, Star didn't terribly mind his trade once the initial terror had passed and his innocence was lost. The townsfolk maintained an air of dignity and superiority over the brothel's workers, but Star knew them for what they were at night when the sexually frustrated and the perpetually lustful came knocking on the gaudy silver filigree of the business's doors. Not so noble, after all, especially when the local priest prayed for forgiveness from his many gods while tucked between Star's thighs.
He could have continued like that until youth and beauty both had deserted him--until the brothel had no more use for an aging whore--but the province lord's messenger came running one day with a missive for the brothel to deliver its finest. In that group were the most lucrative earners of the business, including Star. As greed and hedonism would have it, the lord kept all of them, paying out even Star's gouged price as if the imposing man had nothing else for his coffers to purchase. The local brothel's best joined several other groups from similar businesses around the province, adding to the lord's harem by the dozens and assigned to various high-ranking servants in the palace as personal concubines. The cream of the crop was reserved for the noble family's use and while the lord himself had no attraction to men, his son found a strange fascination with the changeling who walked as if on air, assured and relaxed regardless of the change in environment. Their relationship went no further than nobleman and concubine, but Star developed a certain fondness for his new exclusive customer. It was the fineness of his hair or the smoothness of his skin or just the way he held Star in a careful lover's embrace, but the result was the same: fondness to attraction, and for once Star couldn't shake off the lingering crush.
One chaotic night. Screams and the smell of blood and viscera. A hidden passage the lord's son had shown him. And Star only remembered cowering as far into the secret alcove as he could, hands over his ears and eyes squeezed shut. Murder. No. Massacre.
The dead lined the hallways like ghastly decor and crimson was the color of the night. A monster in the guise of the lord's son, eyes black and empty behind the skin it had donned. He remembered staring at liquid black where the crisp gray of those eyes should have been. And then darkness.
The castle was clean when he woke up. The monster in the noble's body stood at his bedside.
Words failed to exchange and for long, silent minutes they stared at one another. It was Star who gave in at last, bowing his head in submission. The face remained his lord's son. The eyes were a stranger. A monster.
He told himself he was staying because he had no choice. Because he would die if he tried to run away. Because he wanted to believe the only emotion holding him back was fear.
- Changeling/FaePart of the myriad types of fae in the area, Star is a changeling--a fairy swapped for a human infant while in the womb and stricken of most fairy talents except the ability to see his fellow fae and the unique gift each fairy possesses. Permanently imbued with human form, Star at least retains the youthful grace of his kindred woodland fairies, a blessing in the shallow human society of his province and a particular stroke of luck given his profession.
- Seduce the FlowersDespite what Star jokingly calls his power, the ability is quite potent--on plants. Harvests will grow weeks faster than planned and neither pests nor pestilence will touch a single fiber of any crops Star has charmed.
Fruits and vegetables mature fat and sweet, and ears of grain unfurl hale and hearty. Wherever Star goes, he leaves behind a pastoral paradise, though the abundance of misery in the world makes it hard for him to enjoy the small corner of heaven he can create. Pretending to not care can only stave off the tension for so long.
- IncubusStar will give you a spicy time in bed (or in any other location you prefer). His fingers know where to roam and he can curl a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue, among other pleasing talents like flexibility and a boundless amount of "situational creativity."
- Green ThumbGiven his power, Star has made it a hobby to cultivate plants. He may not know the botanical terminology, but he can certainly match any educated gardener with his self-taught knowledge and experimentation. Besides, if all else fails, he can make it grow regardless.
- Fae SightAs a natural part of his heritage, Star can see the fae folk glamoured or not. He doesn't interact much with them (especially not the more malevolent ones), but he is aware of their presences and careful of the sorts that enjoy wreaking havoc on human society.
- Iron FireIron does not sear skin as it would normal fairies, but the touch of it still leaves Star short of breath and dizzyingly uncomfortable. More than several minutes of prolonged contact and he's liable to faint. An extended stay in any iron-dense container will likely kill him. Despite his human form, the fairy weakness remains even if lesser.
- Physical BatteryAside from growing a fantastic sunflower, Star has no defenses against, well, anything. Death can come for him as easily as it does any other human.
- Unmentionables, Gifts, and JewelryPlenty of ornate earrings, necklaces, and bracelets from various suitors during his time at the brothel. Star keeps these and other inappropriate things in a hidden compartment of his large jewelry box where he stores less valuable items and miscellaneous knick-knacks like quills and notebooks gifted by more eccentric patrons of his services.
Valen Astor
Not quite in love but not quite a stranger to the previous lord's son, Star is drawn to what remains of the sweet and silly nobleman he once knew, even if all that remains is physical. Unaware of what caused the massacre and afraid to broach the topic with the new monster-lord of the province, Star has remained steadfastly and fearfully in place both physically and mentally. He applies the face of an eager concubine for the sake of maintaining appearances (and his sanity), but there's a subtle desperation below the surface in his every interaction with the monster that had taken over the body of his lord's son and massacred the noble's family line. He doesn't want to believe it, but there's nothing left of the man whose presence brought him both tranquility of mind and heart.
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Valen Astor
The Dreamer / The Southern Lord
General description
Appearance
Tall and board-shouldered, Valen’s interest in swordsmanship at a young age has done wonder for his physique. His body, however, was marred by burn scars and gouges, allegedly reported to be from the fire, along with thin white tattoos that could look even metallic under certain light. They have the tendency to give out an ominous glow every time he uses his power. The brighter the glow, the closer he is to his limit.
As a nobleman, Valen does dress to impress. Nothing but finest silk and velvet adorned his person, however, he does have more practical outfits when the occasions call for it.
As a nobleman, Valen does dress to impress. Nothing but finest silk and velvet adorned his person, however, he does have more practical outfits when the occasions call for it.
Race
Enhanced Human/Possessed
Age
22
Size
6 feet and 196 lbs
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Nah.
Religion
Valen does believe in the existence of gods and demons and the likes. He just never feels the need to worship them.
Job
Lord of Aldebaran
Personality
Valen was born into his position, and it shows. He is well-spoken and dignified, enough grace in his gait to set him apart from the commoners. At all times, his manners are meticulous, his appearance immaculate and perfectly fits someone of his station. When it comes to his domain, he is devoted enough to garner respect from his subjects, yet not so much that it becomes a weakness. But regardless, he treats those loyal to him well, and he shows honour to his allies and enemies alike.
But those were borrowed things, from a Valen before. The him now was something bargained. Something lost.
At his core, he was confused. There was only enough of him left to be confused. There were so many missing parts of himself, so he took what he could from Valen to fill those gaps. The more he does, the more he is, but the less he is himself. He would have been bothered, had more of him remained. The him before was ruthless. Dangerous. Volatile and ambitious. Vicious and proud and so much more. Now, the hardened edges of his personality were dulled by disuse, so he kept them beneath his skin, only calling on them when Valen isn’t enough.
But those were borrowed things, from a Valen before. The him now was something bargained. Something lost.
At his core, he was confused. There was only enough of him left to be confused. There were so many missing parts of himself, so he took what he could from Valen to fill those gaps. The more he does, the more he is, but the less he is himself. He would have been bothered, had more of him remained. The him before was ruthless. Dangerous. Volatile and ambitious. Vicious and proud and so much more. Now, the hardened edges of his personality were dulled by disuse, so he kept them beneath his skin, only calling on them when Valen isn’t enough.
Biography
Valen Astor was the fifth son of Aldebaran’s former lord. Too far down the line to expect any worthwhile inheritance, he grew up carefree and unburdened by any responsibility or ambition. Years came and went, and as his father’s domain grew, the man became increasingly obsessed with power and riches. Aldebaran had treated his family well; its abundant natural resources and favourable position was the foundation upon which the Astor’s fortune stood. Yet, the old lord wanted more. Far more than what mundane wealth and power could give him. So, the man dabbled in dark and forbidden magic, collecting twisted artefacts of unspeakable power. There was little Raegar Aster wouldn’t do for the promise of eternal life.
A ritual to bind a demon to his bloodline went off without a hitch. He sacrificed Valen for it, but it was a reasonable price in exchange for a demonic servant. What Raegar didn’t expect though, was that the demon, or whatever entity that inhabited his son, could speak. And the first thing it did was refused him. A caustic thing of magic and rage and hunger, it refused a human master. Enraged, Raegar casted a spell to trap the thing where it was. To bend its will and its knees. But something went terribly awry, and the spell splintered whatever in Valen’s body.
It broke him. He came back to his senses hours later, surrounded by Astor’s blood. He came back, but he did not come back whole. There were parts of him missing; not enough to kill him, but enough to tell him he had lost far too much and that was worse, somehow. He wanted release. He wanted his freedom. He wanted his mind back.
But Valen Astor was all he had left. All he was. The costumes were all there, so he wore it, and he wore it well.
A cover story was released, instead. A fire had broken out in the residential quarter, and it had consumed all but the fifth son. Little did they know, he set the fire himself. Valen Aster became the new lord. No one really knew what happened, save for a certain gardener. And he would like things to stay that way.
At least until all of him was back. Then this damned kingdom could burn to the ground for all he cared.
There are rumors that Valen murdered his entire bloodline for a position of power. But those were easy enough to quell, without proper proof.
Coming into Lancelot’s service was a political choice, if anything. The land was torn asunder, and as proud as his father was, the old lord was not blinded to his limitations. The man swore fealty to Lancelot, and Valen had seen it fit to retain that fealty when he came into power.
A ritual to bind a demon to his bloodline went off without a hitch. He sacrificed Valen for it, but it was a reasonable price in exchange for a demonic servant. What Raegar didn’t expect though, was that the demon, or whatever entity that inhabited his son, could speak. And the first thing it did was refused him. A caustic thing of magic and rage and hunger, it refused a human master. Enraged, Raegar casted a spell to trap the thing where it was. To bend its will and its knees. But something went terribly awry, and the spell splintered whatever in Valen’s body.
It broke him. He came back to his senses hours later, surrounded by Astor’s blood. He came back, but he did not come back whole. There were parts of him missing; not enough to kill him, but enough to tell him he had lost far too much and that was worse, somehow. He wanted release. He wanted his freedom. He wanted his mind back.
But Valen Astor was all he had left. All he was. The costumes were all there, so he wore it, and he wore it well.
A cover story was released, instead. A fire had broken out in the residential quarter, and it had consumed all but the fifth son. Little did they know, he set the fire himself. Valen Aster became the new lord. No one really knew what happened, save for a certain gardener. And he would like things to stay that way.
At least until all of him was back. Then this damned kingdom could burn to the ground for all he cared.
There are rumors that Valen murdered his entire bloodline for a position of power. But those were easy enough to quell, without proper proof.
Coming into Lancelot’s service was a political choice, if anything. The land was torn asunder, and as proud as his father was, the old lord was not blinded to his limitations. The man swore fealty to Lancelot, and Valen had seen it fit to retain that fealty when he came into power.
Traits and Equipment
Valen was a human, but the ritual changed him. The entity that inhabited his body gives it enhanced physical proprieties: he is stronger, faster and more durable than a regular human. The added strength is noticeable, but hardly enough for him to compete with other races famed for their strength such as orcs or beastkins. He also possesses the innate ability to detect magic when it presents nearby.
The entity inside Valen can devour magic. This renders him immune to many types of magic, even benevolent spells. Magic cast directly on him won’t work; he will just absorb it instead. But magic cast on objects around him or on him will still work fine, even though it won’t be able to affect him directly.
- DevourerValen can consume untethered magic to power himself. Magic from a spell or magic in an enchantment; those are all fair game to him. There is a limit to how much he can absorb though. The more he does, the more his tattoos flared and heat up. Too much, and he runs the risk of boiling alive in his own skin. He also cannot store power in him for too long. Left to its own device, the strength converted from magic he devoured will just evaporate eventually.
- GuardianThe silver lines that marred Valen’s skin could be peeled back and stretched out into a bubble , protecting all those within from physical or magical damage. Plus, any magic that hits its surface will be absorb and used to power Valen. The shield will retract after a certain amount of damage had been taken.
- SeekerValen can certain detect magic around him, but his sense does more than that. Each magic is unique to him, and after he has devoured it, he can recognize the source as well as the magic itself, should he encounter it again.
- BreakerAlong with his shield, Valen can also conjure up an invisible dampening field around him. All magic casted inside the field would be considerably less effective. He cannot use his shield and his dampening field at the same time.
- ParasiteAs mentioned above, Valen can increase his strength, endurance and stamina considerably with the absorption of magic. Additionally, he will also gain a moderate healing factor at the height of his power.
- SwordsmanA competent fighter with his sword, though Valen prefers to partake in combat at all.
- BackfireMagic is his drug, yet his poison. Too much of it, and he will be burnt alive by the marks of his own power.
- Cold-bloodedValen’s tolerance to heat is poor, to say the least. He avoids the midday sun, shuns the campfire for the majority of the time and prefers to just have embers in the fireplace in his bedchamber. Heatstroke comes easily for him, and their effects are often far more serious.
- A simple steel sword
Relationships
Valen Astor
Star Misch started as a curiosity. He was not human, yet he acts like one and lives like one and will probably die like one someday. For Valen, or whoever he is, this was someone who shared his fate. But that’s it.
He doesn’t have an answer for that searching looks the fae sends his way every once in a while.
He doesn’t have an answer for that searching looks the fae sends his way every once in a while.
Other
Give it to me.
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