[hider=Pox] [center][IMG]https://i.imgur.com/Uww0OJB.gif[/IMG][/center] [center][hider=The Man] [img]http://gmskarka.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/Male_drow.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=The Mask] [Url=https://pin.it/zdkhec7ttbmr3m]The Mask[/url] [/hider][/center] [center][h3][color=green]"Don't let the mask scare you. I'm here to help, I swear. Think of me as the big bird of health. CuCaw."[/color][/h3][/center] Former Title: Apothecary Heriphox, Chirurgeon Prince of House Apothecary Nickname/Alias: Pox, The Plaguelord, The Father of Crows Name: Pox Age: 33 Pronouns: He/Him Race: Wood Elemental - Ashwood Line, signified by darken charcaol black skin with very bright willowy hair that grows long and quickly. The Caleondian Empire was a major power on a world known only as Creation. The older sentient races blood mixed with that of spirits, gods, and elementals producing races that have a touch of magic in their form. Caleondia was built on a culture of arranged marriage and carefully managed eugenics, producing scions that further expressed the powers of the spirits and even reaching to tap into the power of ancient gods, draconic beings of pure elemental power. Every major house is said to have expressed one of the five elements with a long history of ancestral bloodlines. Personality: Pox is a man of contradiction, much like his House but there is something about him that remains genuine. He wants to bring some light back into this dark world. He flatters, he encourages, he studies and shares, bringing a sense of child like wonder with him. He loves to laugh and loves to bring cheer and loves to always learn. His curious mind will allow for nothing else. At the same time however, his look and position as an untouchable makes that quite difficult and he is evasive at best when it comes to questions about himself or House Apothecary. Indeed, he gets quite chatty when the conversation goes somewhere he'd rather it didn't, a tell tale sign that he's hiding something. His words are so prepared and reflexive that there is almost something uncanny about them, something unsettling. He can't help but sometimes giving into Gallows humor, considering how he is surrounded by pain and death for most of his life. Gotta stay positive in the face of horror. Abilities/Powers: As an elemental blooded, Pox gets some benefits as a results of his blood line, essentially his elemental nature expressing itself in a myriad of ways. [list]Racial Abilities: [*][b][i]Sap Blood[/i][/b]: Since most poisons and diseases are designed for an inherently animalian system, physical corruption finds little purchase in his partly plant like biology, making him extremely resistant to poisons and diseases. [*][b][i]Photosynthetic[/i][/b]: Sunlight and other sources of strong light are absorbed as nutrition, keeping him going for longer periods without eating. He cannot go without food indefinitely and he still needs water, probably more than a normal person does. [*][b][i]Lifegiving[/i][/b]: When Pox is healthy, his body gives back to the world like a tree or vine baring fruit. He grows edible flower buds in his hair, seeds flake off his skin, and fluids such as tears or blood taste as a very sweet nectar which is nutritious. These components are useful in draughts that are designed for healing or to produce wellness [/list] Magic: Pox comes from a world of spirits and magitech. Magic is a very real and almost every day occurrence. It's study and use are practiced and institutionalized, and becoming a sorceror is an accepted occupation, if branded with a set of stigmas. Pox comes from one of the richest families in Creation and is himself a prodigy. [list]Support Magic [*][b][i]Mend the Broken Flesh[/i][/b]: A channeling spell. Pox motions his hands as if he is sewing a garment, carefully weaving, threading, knitting. While he works, wounds heal much much faster before parties very eyes. It is not an instant healing, but it is much more thorough that fast healing magic. [*][b][i]Flawless Diagnostic Technique[/i][/b]: With a few seconds of checking the pulse, looking into a patient's mouth, tapping a joint, and other mundane checkup tasks, Pox gets intuitive knowledge of what is exactly effecting the patient, even if its internal. Mundane afflictions are immediately understood but exotic or magic conditions require more study, he just knows that something is wrong and gets some idea of how its effecting the body. [*][b][i]Contagion Curing Touch[/i][/b]: With this lengthy ritual, Pox can attempt to rid a patient of a disease, even without the aid of medicines or instruments. Using acupuncture, he condenses the disease to a single point to be excised or expelled. The disgusting ball of corruption can be seized for other purposes, provided there is a way to store and preserve it...[/list] [list]Offensive Magic [*][b][i]Choking Gas Cloud[/i][/b]: A think bilous green vapor is expelled from Pox's mouth. It makes for great cover as it conceals him, and those within find breathing difficult. Lungs and eyes itch generally forcing organics to flee the area. This gas will not kill targets, only sending them into coughing fits until the gas dissipates. [/list] [list]Mundane Skills [*][b][i]Medicine[/i][/b]: [*][b][i]Chemistry[/i][/b]: [*][b][i]The Healing Arts[/i][/b]: [*][b][i]Herbalism[/i][/b]: [*][b][i]Social Protocols[/i][/b]: [*][b][i]Academia[/i][/b]: [*][b][i]Geomancy[/i][/b]: [*][b][i]Artifact Craft[/i][/b]:cloth, leather work, magitech, blacksmithing [/list] Equipment: [list][*]Tattered Leather Robes [*]Sharp Shard of Glass wrapped with linens [*]The Plague Lord's Mask - Synonymous to his being, Pox is not far from his stylized birdlike mask. It offers some protection from the outside world in the form of gases and such, but other than that it only stands as an unnerving reminder of the horrors of the days of the Contagion. Only time will tell if there are any additional enchantment imbued into such a legendary object.[/list] Inventory: [list][*]Some Empty Pouches [*]Some Empty Glass Vials [*]Needle and Thread [*]Old Bandages [/list] Origin: [hider=Caelondia] [center]Caelondia, The Center of Creation[/center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/raw3xpc.jpg[/img] Caelondia is an Imperial Oligarchy where the empire known as 'The Realm' is a collection of Noble Houses with each having its own Military, Political, and Economic Power. The Realm is intentionally created in such a way that all facets of production and organization are meant to further the ambitions of the Houses and there is an air of open cooperative spirit and hidden competitive agendas. The Realm follows a mantra of excellence, achievement, all backed with financial, martial, bureaucratic, and even, magical power. To these ends, things like slavery and exploitation of other cultures is seen as normal and acceptable. After all, the Realm is the great defender of Creation, providing to the stability and prosperity to the lands outside of its massive continent island. Outside of the island, the Realm has a strangle hold on claimed 'satraps' city states that gets loser as one goes farther out. Seen from within as great benefactors, other nations of the world of Creation see them as nothing but spoiled inbred lords that think they already own the world. Creation is a magitech world. Magic is plentiful if regulated, and the gods and spirits are actually everywhere and their worship is prevalent. This isn't a good thing as much of Creation is still unclaimed and possess many dangers, from man eating predators to hostile elementals. The architecture and vibe is loosely based on Shinto or East Asian themes. [/hider] Backstory: The little lordling grew up the apple of his family's eye. Brilliant, clever, and a willing student, he excelled in his primary and secondary schools and seemed to be an exemplar for House Apothecary. The House was minor compared to the main Noble Houses but provided the alchemical reagents that went into the creation of artifiice. The House owned all the premier hospitals and medical churches and made fortunes on longevity drugs. The young lord took to these trades like a bee to honey. He however was unskilled when it came to the cutthroat politics of the Noble Houses and slowly distanced himself from the meaningless power plays and red tape. A marriage was arranged, and while he liked his bride to be well enough, she didn't, finding the odd and cryptic tendencies of the apothecaries to be quite revolting. Finding very little acceptance at home, Pox went abroad on 'field surveys' for new magics and new reagents for their trade. While in the 'threshold' Pox experienced life and the suffering outside of the civilized and rich land owned by the Realm. Disease was everywhere, with causes blaming the taxation of the Realm that left its satraps starving. Creating an artifact of his own, his signature mask, he walked with pride among lepers and plague, tending to whomever needed him. Then the darkness came. An invading force without number that stormed in from the far flung reaches of Creation towards the center. Pox found himself out of the healing houses and onto battlefields, refining his healing magic to something akin to the spread of poison, disease, and entropy. Pox himself even organized an operation meant to inflict a terrible pandemic on the invading forces. This Contagion felled legions, enemy and ally alike, earning him the cruel and fearful names that would haunt him to this day. It only halted the advanced, delaying them. It wasn't enough, and instead put a target on his back. He defended his triage tent like a demon, felling dozens with medical implements and forgoing his magics to prevent more harm. He was overwhelmed. And fell. Another feast for the crows. Other: Pox's coping mechanism is to talk alot and have a hopelessly optimistic disposition. Despite being a lord, he is quite servile when it comes to the health of those around him. Despite the need for him to perform his atrocities, he cannot come to grips of the evils he had committed, and thus is seeking atonement. He wears the mask as a reminder of the horrors he had wrought. He is also deeply religious. He prays to the gods each morning and evening, offering small sacrifices each day. In his home, he would sometimes commune and be aided by the spirits he shows honor and devotion to, mostly those of health, fertility, peace, wood, seasons, and earth. Religious iconography, temples, holy relics, and ancestor grave sites are thing he holds in high esteem, never taking from such sites unless absolutely necessary and not without much self imposed restitution to the memory of the spirit. LUMIERE IS MY SENPAI [/hider] Fixed it