[hider=Kenaz-"Neon"] Full Name: [?*#$&%*¿] Nicknames/Aliases: Neon, Kenaz, Eyesore, Mr. Cellophane, Or Whatever Ridiculous Name He Comes Up With That Week Age: 20-something Gender: Male Rune/Location: Kenaz, Back of the neck Rune Powers: Neon's power (or curse, as he would put it) of illusion manifests in a constant "scrambling" aura around him. Simply put, his physical appearance and given name cannot be seen or remembered. He can blend in with nearly anyone or anywhere, as the vast majority of minds would immediately dismiss him as "someone who belongs there", or "an unobtrusive part of the background scenery". Channeling this aura, he becomes nearly imperceptible by all but the most potent magical means. Observers would entirely fail to see him and electronic sensors likewise are unable to pick him up. Objects he touches are similarly affected, vanishing along with him or appearing to have not moved at all. He has on more than one walked straight into heavily guarded places, picked up a valuable object, and walked straight out again before any noticed it had even disappeared. Description: Due to the nature of his "condition", no description of his defining physical features is possible. It can be said that he is a few inches shy of six feet tall, artfully slender, and- That's about it. To compensate for his lack of memorability, he favors the most outlandish outfits he can get his hands on. "Outlandish", which in this context is a polite way of saying that he dresses like someone who put together a Willy Wonka costume while being color blind and also on far too many drugs: Shockingly bright colors, eccentric cuts and styles, nothing is too much of a disaster for him. Personality: Over the top, needlessly dramatic, and never one to miss a chance for living theatrically, Neon is someone who lives to leave an impression. Often speaks loudly in surreal metaphor and sweeping hyperbole. Absolutely hates not being recognized for his achievements, he has an ego the size of Yggdrasil. It wouldn't be a stretch to say he could cause a lot of chaos with his abilities, but his complex (and often nonsensical) moral code keeps him from doing [i]too[/i] much harm. Or, at least not to anyone he doesn't think deserves it. Skills: As one might expect, his power makes him exceptionally adept at anything requiring subtlety: Spying, thievery, and murder are all well withing his wheelhouse. Aside from that, he: -Is a notoriously skilled liar -Is highly intuitive and observant -Has a knack for reading body language -Is a surprisingly talented painter Weaknesses: -Due to the fact that he has never needed to develop the necessary skills, he's a poor fighter and physically rather weak. -Making physical contact with a living being "anchors" him and negates his veil. He cannot go fully imperceptible to anyone who has touched him without moving completely out of their sensory field -He's also something of a coward and will flee from potential danger at the drop of a hat Brief History: Before he was the vague entity commonly referred to as Neon, he was {ERROR/NOT FOUND}. The product of neglectful parents, he has always been obsessed with being adored and recognized. Unsurprisingly, the manifestation of his power caused something of an existential crisis for him. After a period of deep depression and taking anything that wasn't nailed down to fill the void in his heart, he has more or less come to terms with his condition. He relishes having a true purpose, or at the very least a group of people who might see him for the beautiful genius that he is. [/hider] [hider=Layne] Full Name: Layne Alvisson Age: 30 Gender: Male Powers: Like all Dwarves, Layne has a particular talent for tinkering. Metals, crystals, and stone are significantly more pliable at his touch, allowing him to reshape them with only his hands. He can build astoundingly sophisticated pieces of machinery and weapons from only gears, springs, and steam. Strangely, his work seems to come from a form of genetic memory, as questions regarding how they function are generally met with shrugs and dismissive comments about "dwarf shit". He is also significantly stronger and more durable than the average human, his thicker than normal bones and skin able to turn aside knives and small caliber guns with only minor injury. Description: At 6'6" and nearly 220lbs, Layne is built like a very angry oak tree. His skin is a leathery, sun tanned brown, clashing with his pale blond hair and bright jade green eyes. He generally keeps his hair pulled back in a short tail, and his bristly beard always seems to be a little singed. His features are rough, craggy, his heavy brow giving the impression that he might have been carved from the walls of the cave he likely grew up in. His right front tooth and left canine have been replaced with silver. Judging by the mismatched scars covering his hands, arms, and face (as well as the crooked nose and missing teeth), he's been in a healthy number of fights. . He favors heavy work boots, jeans, and flannel shirts. Often wears a flat billed cap Personality: Loud and uncouth, Layne has a personality big enough to match his frame. He loves and hates in extremes, as quick to make friends as he is to make enemies. Perhaps overly fond of roistering and quick to a scrap. Can be surprisingly kind and softhearted around his friends, though he'd likely deny it. He's got a deep streak of greed, an obsession with hoarding all things shiny. He will call you racist if you point this out. Skills: -As mentioned above, he's very good with machines -Reasonably skilled fighter, though he relies more on brute strength than technique -Can take a serious beating -Makes fine weapons and equally attractive jewelry -Distills liquor -Plays a mean banjo Weaknesses: -Fairly slow on his feet -Sinks in water like a rock -Frankly, sort of dumb. Easily misled. Brief History: [WIP] Other: One would be advised not to make any comments about maggots. [/hider]