[hider=The Twins Of The Mirror]

[color=ed1c24][h3][b]HEART AND MIND - WHO YOU WERE BEFORE[/b][/h3][/color]
[color=7bcdc8][b]Name: Rozar Repercutio, Rozana Repercutio[/b][/color]
[color=7bcdc8][b]Sobriquets: The Man With The Mirror, The Woman In The Mirror[/b][/color] 

[b][color=7bcdc8][b]Concept:[/b][/color][/b] A pair of twins, clinging to each other even past death. 

[color=7bcdc8][b]Origin:[/b][/color] The Repercutios, pale-skinned and haughtily aristocratic, were never the most beloved of nobles. Perhaps it was their light, crow-like black hair and dusky hazel eyes that reminded people of graves and death, and most certainly they were as pale as it; or their quiet, calmly arrogant tones. Perhaps they had good reason to, for in secret, they practiced the foulest and most forbidden of arts; or perhaps it was because of it that they were driven to such ends. Their position as social pariahs had little effect on Rozar and Rozana's childhoods, though. They got along just fine with one another, and they had no interest in anyone other than one another, despite their differences. And they had differences - they were polar opposites, of course, Rozar preferring to peruse the family's library and spend his time wasting away on the keys, whilst Rozana gravitated towards the saddle and the sword. Only the fascinating forbidden fruit that was sorcery could draw Rozana's interest from the blade, just as how the only thing that coaxed Rozar from the library was a bedtime story with the ever-outdoors Rozana at his side. 

It was a stormy night when a pair of witches knocked on the doors of the Repercutio manor. Rumors had abounded of their sorcerous ways; eventually, an investigation was called, though none dared pose a formal accusation. Sorcery was a treacherous game, however, and the adult Repercutios had played the game for a long, long time. After some investigation, the two witches left with the father and mother, misdirected into the town proper. But that would be their undoing. The hot-blooded youth amongst the townsfolk, already armed with suspicion and primed with superstition, saw this as more than enough reason to take up arms and storm the manor. Some believed their presence as an admission of guilt; others, as the chance to prove the Repercutio's unseemingly ways.

They stormed the manor. Some of the servants opened the door for them; others were killed on the spot. Rozana, ever bright, courageous like the burning sun, marshaled some of the more loyal servants alongside her teacher-in-arms, and mounted a stand against them. Rozar, however, had neither the courage nor the faith to make such a stand. After seeing convincing her would be a lost cause, he sought out the only thing he could use to help. Rozana's mirror, perhaps the only feminine item she possessed beyond her ball gowns, a beautiful piece that would be exorbitantly expensive even for other nobles. Inlaid with gold and jeweled with beautiful specs of stars, the family heirloom had a purpose beyond mere grooming. He saw himself in that beautiful mirror, and found himself lacking. 

When he descended the stairs unto a field of newly born ghosts, the mob rebuffed but Rozana's lifeless body on the ground, there was only one thing in his mind; he wasn't ready to let her go. She was the only person who matters to him, after all. He reached out with the mirror, and sucked her in. He was seen, of course, his family ousted, but he didn't care. Her soul, so bright, so beautiful, overpowered the lesser things that sought a second chance. And when he looked for his reflection one more time, he saw an inversion of himself. Rozana would be with him, always. He wrapped up the mirror, the most valuable and twisted of his tomes, and as much money as he could carry. He heard the town erupt into terror. Would his parents survive? He didn't know. He couldn't risk it. He would have to escape, to leave where his name didn't carry. Away from the nation, if possible; he'd have to outrun word of his family's dark ways. He should be safe in the next nation, and if not there, the one after. He hoisted himself upon a horse - he was a bad rider, but that was fine.

He had Rozana to teach him.

[b][color=7bcdc8][b]Appearance:[/b][/color][/b] Rozar is a pale, tight-lipped man, with aristocratic features, a pronounced nose, hazel eyes and long black hair. He is effeminate, often being compared to his identical twin. He is not particularly large nor muscular, but he is healthy from a well-fed upbringing. He prefers to wear formal, expensive noble clothing whenever possible. Rozana is almost identical to him, described as masculine but beautiful nonetheless, her appearance eternally young, down to the light dash of lipstick she had when she was trapped. Some feminine features exist, from her longer lashes to the slight swell of her breasts, but they are a mirror of one another. She is an inversion of colors, however; her eyes a deep violet, her hair a ghostly white. She wore a male noble's clothing, as she would forever.
[img]https://static.zerochan.net/Castlevania.Series.full.794673.jpg[/img]

With the resources at their disposal, they have acquired a number of items to fit their fancy. Their heirloom mirror, still an expensive, elaborate piece of beauty lined with gold and jewels, has been given a pair of straps to wield as if a shield. Rozana's old longsword stays at his side, the gleaming blade always polished to a mirror sheen. His heavy rider's gloves have small mirrors, torn from an old handmirror, embedded into their backs. Across his belt lie many vials of glass; most empty, but some filled with a variety of substances, from water to mercury. An eclectic outfit, but not one difficult to explain by eccentricity and wealth.
[color=ed1c24][b]Skills and Flaws[/b][/color]

[color=6ecff6][b]The Scholar:[/b][/color] Rozar is well-learned, able to write and read, calculate finances and trained in courtly etiquette. While he hadn't much a chance to do so, he especially enjoys choreographing music and has read many stories.

[color=6ecff6][b]The Warrior:[/b][/color] While Rozar has little training in battle, Rozana is an expert warrior and horsewoman. She is trained in many noble weapons, and has only gotten better while confined in the mirror. She possesses a natural charisma that contrasts heavily from Rozar.

[color=6ecff6][b]The Musician:[/b][/color] Rozar is a master of the organ and piano, although he has had little opportunity to make use of it, being such an expensive and heavy instrument. Rozana is a proficient violinist, while little learned, having plenty of talent for the art.

[color=0072bc][b]The Clinging:[/b][/color] To the twins, others have little importance in their lives. They grow nervous and unhinged when spent too long apart, and often, they miss cues, common social graces, and subtle meanings that others may intend.

[color=7bcdc8][b]Hooks:[/b][/color]

[list][*] The ghosts of the past are hard to escape. What happened all those years ago, after Rozar fled? Were his parents victorious, and escaped themselves, perhaps searching for him even today? Had the witches won, and seek out the escaped Repercutio even today? 
[*] Rozana deserves more, so much more. What was this wretched half-existence, only being in the confines of a gilded mirror? He would find a way to bring her back, to a truer life. One she deserves more than he.
[*] What is a soul?[/list]

[color=ed1c24][h3][b]SOUL - WHAT YOU ARE BENEATH THE SKIN[/b][/h3][/color]
[color=7bcdc8][b]Initiation:[/b][/color] Rozar's family was steeped in sorcery, and so is he. He learned the arts from youth, his soul pried open by his parents, taught in their ways by book and word. He was always a fast learner.

[color=ed1c24][b]Weirds[/b][/color]

[color=6ecff6][b]The Realm Of The Mirror:[/b][/color] Rozar and Rozana's powers lie over the realm of reflections. The mirror itself is a dangerous weapon for them; they may use any mirror to suck in objects into the Realm of the Mirror. While direct contact is required to enter the Mirror, where the Mirror is more akin to a pool and may admit objects larger than itself, Rozar can make the mirror create a vortex of air to suction in objects. The Realm of the Mirror itself is an unnatural, strange place, "empty" yet capable of holding things. Objects without magic or soul will eventually fade if not removed from the mirror; in a day, they will cease to exist if not removed from the Mirror Realm. Magic items may exist untouched, eternal within the realm. Raw magic that enters the mirror simply fizzles with no form to support it, and becomes a part of the Mirror Realm. Those with a soul leave behind whatever physical bodies they may have, and enter within. If the physical body dies, they will find themselves unable to leave, for most souls may only enter their own body. The twin outside of the mirror may eject any object or being inside the mirror at will, unless they are unable to leave. Only mirrors may be used for this purpose.

[color=6ecff6][b]The Warrior In The Mirror:[/b][/color] Rozana's existence is singularly unique. She may trade places with Rozar at any point, taking over his body and leaving Rozar in the mirror. Inside the mirror itself, she is a warrior-queen without compare; all the souls within follow her orders, and fight as her army. While they cannot leave, they will provide an almost insurmountable edge in any battle of souls within the Mirror, and function as her armor and sword. They are less willing to support Rozar, but will do so grudgingly. The twin inside the mirror may move between reflections at will, from polished bronze to clear lakes. The more malleable what they possess, the more they may control it; they may be able to twist water into a living golem, but glass would remain forever inert. 

[color=6ecff6][b]The Light From The Mirror:[/b][/color] As they may possess reflective surfaces within the Mirror, so can they control them outside of it. Glass, mirror shards, polished steel, they are all telekinetically controllable by force of will alone. They may also manipulate the reflections they offer; amplifying light to blind, focusing it to laser points, reflecting completely without compromise, even if the subject is see-through like glass, or showing nothing in the reflection. 

[color=ed1c24][h3][b]BLOOD AND BONE - THE NEPHILIM[/b][/h3][/color]
[color=7bcdc8][b]Nephilim:[/b][/color] Alzela
[color=7bcdc8][b]Sobriquets:[/b][/color] [i]The Hazy Marionette[/i]

[b][color=7bcdc8][b]Concept:[/b][/color][/b] A marionette-statue that is alive yet not, controlled by a mysterious halo.

[b][color=7bcdc8][b]Form:[/b][/color][/b] A giant statue, its skin is as smooth stone with no blood to give, yet it moves as if muscle. It is modeled after a human, beautifully cut, yet with six arms and gaping holes where a head or heart may be. Instead of legs, it only possesses flowing robes that fade into mist as they touch the ground, floating just above the earth. A halo of simple light hovers just above where its head would be, illuminating the world.
[img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/77/95/77/77957724aa402adf27b4d8aaa1bb55e3--multiple-arms-fantasy-monster.jpg[/img]

[color=ed1c24][b]Abominations[/b][/color]

[color=6ecff6][b]Gleaming Halo Alit:[/b][/color] The halo of dull light suspended above Alzela is its true self. From it, Alzela may "see" all which its light touches, and its body has no need for organs. It is as an immovable object, always moving as it wishes, never forced by others - unless they move which it rests upon.

[color=6ecff6][b]Aspects Taken Upon:[/b][/color] The twin who commands Alzela shapes its light in a different way. When Rozar controls, the halo dims in strength. Instead, a gleaming sun forms where its heart should be, forming a powerful spotlight in front and behind it, a representation of his perfectionist, insular nature. When Rozana leads, the halo simply intensifies, a bright sea of light. She may take from this light to forge gleaming weapons of solid light that burn what they touch.

[color=6ecff6][b]Light Cleanses So:[/b][/color] When Alzela's light is reflected or refracted, Alzela gains control over whatever is reflecting or refracting its light, becoming able to manipulate it at will. Under Rozar, the light in its "heart" may intensify into a scorching ray.

[color=0072bc][b]Earth Corrupts Not:[/b][/color] Alzela cannot move vertically. It always stays hovering slightly above whatever it is "standing" upon - it cannot jump, fly, nor dive into water, simply hover above it. It cannot press itself unto the ground in where it "stands." It simply exists, suspended slightly above the earth. [/hider]