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@RezonanceV Big fan of that CS. I an tell that a lot of love went into crafting Caelum and I'm excited to storytell alongside you in this RP. Below are a few small things that I noticed that I think may be worth taking a second look at.
1) As addressed on discord, the Oraff/Oraphne thing being changed to Oraphe.
2) Small word of warning: nobody is completely immune to Essence magic tampering with the brain, though your guy would have some resistance by virtue of very definite and strong thought patterns: enough that it'd probably give him time to notice and take countermeasures.

Honestly, awesome work!

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Lyen'Ivhere'Zulc__ _  _   _    _

42  |  F E M A L E  |  Y A S O I  |  B L O O D  &  E S S E N C E  |  M A L E D I C T____ _  _   _    _

C H A R A C T E R I S T I C S__ _  _   _    _

At a glance, Lyen fits all the negative preconceptions of Maledicts and swamp witches. She is a collector of the macabre, practices strange and dangerous magic, and may have a startling appearance and candour to any unfamiliar with Yasoi.  In truth she is simply curious and genuine, and will very happily discuss the very practical uses of keeping a preserved brain on hand with anyone who asks. 

Though she has been apart from her people for some time still carries their ways and features with her: The inexhaustible energy that keeps her unable to stay seated for long, bright eyes that are constantly searching for the next preoccupation, and a direct way of communicating that leaves little room for deception or subtlety. The greatest change in her time away has been her manner of dress, over years she has come to to feel comfortable in Drudgunzean fashion, which somewhat helps lessen the attention her grey skin and yellow markings draw. She ornaments herself with small pieces of her ever-growing collection braided into her thin dark hair, or pinned to the fabric of her clothes; items of varying values from Avincian coins to bird bones.

B A C K G R O U N D__ _  _   _    _

Lyen was born far from the lands of the Yasoi.  Her parents were constant travellers and had happened to find themselves on the border of Drudgunze and Eskand when their daughter was born.  While they set out to return, it wouldn't be until Lyen's twelfth year that she would meet another of her own kind.  Her mother a ranger, and father a healer of blood magic there always seemed another diversion that kept them in human lands for just a month or year longer.

Their eventual return was met with a Mette'stiroi in celebration. The party marked an impossibly large shift in Lyen's young life.  It was the night she discovered her people, her gift, and her future.  She was tested amidst the festivities by Byln'Keh'Sibur, an elder who has spotted her showing off blood magic to other young Yosai. She was tested four times in total that night, each with a different group of witnesses to cheer for her results.

Byln herself accepted her as an apprentice by the end of the week, and initially things went perfectly.  Lyen was fascinated by and devoted to her training and new home.  But as time went on, restlessness began to set in and the confines of her new life became apparent. Five years into her teachings she ran away for the first time. Only to be tracked with a spell and pair of Dervishers and promptly returned to Byln's care.  She managed another year before running off again.  Eventually the attempts became frequent enough that the her mentor conceded; the remainder of Lyen's study would send her travelling the Yasoi settlements, and find teachers in elders along the way.

The offer was meant to be something of a joke, the Yasoi are spread far with great distances between them, but Lyen's thirst for freedom and knowledge was greater than Byln had expected. She was over 30 by the time she returned to Anentso, having earned golden Tetsoy and her cognomen of 'eternal student' rightly, she wore the mocking joke as a badge of honour. Byln was dead, and deciding there was little left to learn there, Leyn looked east, to return to the human lands of her childhood. 

For the past ten years Lyen has lived among humans, only returning west for the occasional Mette'stiroi where she trades in artifacts and stories with others of her kind, and always leaves with an additional Tetsoy to remind her to return again. Her search for knowledge has taken her over most of the continent, but now she arrives in Parrence come to see exactly what sorts of heroes have come to answer the boy-king's call.
 
I N V E N T O R Y__ _  _   _    _

Karambit - A curved blade of four inches, equally useful as a tool and close quarters weapon.
Dagger - A thin five inch dagger made of silver, solely used for letting her own blood for use in spells.  
Surgical Tools - Self explanatory
Preserved Tissue - The most unsettling of her collections are about half a dozen jars of organic samples including two brains. Useful tools when it comes to internal essence and blood magic, but few seem keen to learn much more into her research of the subject. 
Spores of Vil'Drece - a mushroom found in Yasoi lands known for its anti-inflammatory effects when brewed as tea and intense psychedelic effects when eaten raw.

T H E   G I F T__ _  _   _    _

4W - Blood - Essence - Truecaster

When the elders first discovered her gift, Lyen was using it to make lewd sculptures and small fireworks for amusement. While her magic now takes a much different form, she still regards it as an exquisite tool of nature to be studied and marvelled as much as any of the more gentle types, and finds the idea of 'good' and 'bad' magic absurd although all to common in humans.

While her truecasting limitation makes external blood and essence magics rather predictable and unimpressive, her precision and power on the internal level is anything but. Her maledict studies included detail study of the effect of poisons and remedies on the body's composition allowing her to mimic, or even repress, most symptoms with a simple touch of drawn essence.  

Internal blood magic is more complex; generally these spells require drawing from her own mana by blood a producing parasites to infect the bodies of others.  There 'parasites', while only surviving for a few days, may have any of a variety of uses: Tracking, energy leeching, monitoring, or damage. 

S T R E N G T H S   &   S K I L L S__ _  _   _    _

❖ Adaptable: Owing to both her love of learning and complete lack of discipline Lyen is something of a jack-of-all-trades.  While she doesn't excel at much anything beyond the use and study of her gift, she has tried a wide assortment of skills for varying amounts of time with poor to middling results.  These include; whittling, archery, midwifing, cake-making, tailoring, fishing, plan-fluting, and more. 
❖ Anatomical knowledge: A consequence to her studies and precision required to preform maledict spells Lyen knows more about the internal processes of human and yasoi than most medical practitioners.

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❖ Inhuman: Her skin being a greyer tone and tall lithe figure make it hard for Lyen to blend in. Humans are exceptionally wary of her after learning about her particular type of magic of reasons she will never fully understand but has grown accustomed to. 
❖ Magical Limits: In addition to only being able to truecast, Lyen has a limited drawing range and can only cast within arms reach. 
❖ Impulsive: While Lyen might be willing enough to go along with a plan, its rare she's ever able to stick to it; especially if something interesting comes up. 

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Hildr The Red__ _ _ _ _

34 | Female | Drudgunze | Force | Knight__ _ _ _ _

C H A R A C T E R I S T I C S__ _ _ _ _

A tall, fair, statuesque woman, at 178 cm in height, Hildr’s distant Eskandr blood runs thick. 

Her main motivation is to live life to its fullest and take care of her blood brothers, although there have been rumors that the person who healed her blindness is still alive.

She loves to piss her opponents off to make up for her own general lack of possible ways to approach a fight. Her attitude does not carry over in her day to day life as she is fairly shy and can be intimidated with words without any intention to violence. 

B A C K G R O U N D__ _ _ _ _

A Drudgunzean with an unusually high wheel score: almost fifth. This gift was nothing but a curse for the girl at birth as her condition left her blind until a healer of the old gods came to cleanse her of her condition, allowing Hildr to see for the first time at the age of three. 

She always admired her father, later inheriting two of his blades. Her prowess with fighting more wildly than the average knight was looked down upon by her fellow Drudgunzeans. This caused her to become a traveling hire blade that mostly resides in Eskandr’s region.

I N V E N T O R Y__ _ _ _ _

a pair of arming swords along with her armor.

T H E G I F T__ _ _ _ _

Fourth wheel, Leadvein, being gifted with Force. The gift plays a large part into her fighting style as she uses it to leech the enemy’s kinetic energy and puts it into her own attacks. Having been blind for the first three years of her life, Hildr has an above average sense of hearing, smell, and touch. This, however, does leave her rather handsy around people she’s close to. 

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S__ _ _ _ _

❖ Combative skills around spears
❖ Hunting
❖ high raw magic
❖ Heightened senses

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S__ _ _ _ _

❖ Barely any knowledge on magic
❖ quick to lose her temper
❖ Bad with romance
❖ Socially awkward

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@jasbraq Hey, so thanks for finally getting that in. I know that your vision for the character has a lot more to it than what you wrote here, but I know how you have a hard time with Character Sheets. Hence, I'm going to accept this short version for now and ask that, as you get more ideas for the character and feel less pressure, you work on her some more and fill in things like her background and inventory. Welcome aboard.

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“There I was, pinned under that damned beast, slow as it was, and left praying to the very gods that cursed me with a bum leg. They answered though.
Mounted on a magnificent steed, I witnessed the gold light of Dami’s Scale in her armor and the Hammer in her sword. 
I was judged to live awhile longer, praise the Judge for her. 
Dami Guide Her and bless her for my life.”

Camille De la Saumure__ _  _   _    _

17  |  F E M A L E  |  P A R R E N C E  |  THUNDER + FORCE + ESSENCE  |  K N I G H T__ _  _   _    _

C H A R A C T E R I S T I C S__ _  _   _    _

Depending on who you ask, the description for Camille changes what they heard and who they heard it from. Some say she is a seven foot tall giant of a woman, others claim her skin is hued with gold, and even some that believe Camille is a man. 

The truth beyond the myth of Dami’s Chosen is that Camille is a nearly eighteen year old girl, thrusted into the mantle of apparent sainthood. She measures at an average height of five feet and six inches, average build although she has noted some more defined muscles and a gain of weight within the past year but hardly enough to make a man strain himself to carry her. Her dark hair is kept short, barely reaching her neck with her bangs cut to keep her face, and embellished boyish features, apparent. She maintains unimpressive brown eyes and bears hardly any scarring throughout her form.

And no. 
She doesn’t have golden skin.

Her conviction is quite different to the stories paint as well. Camille isn’t this strongly motivated force of Dami’s Judgment. She is a teenaged girl who believed she witnessed a vision from the Pentad to perform one act in devotion. An act that swiftly swept her up into playing a much larger role, one she didn’t even dream, let alone conceive. 

At times she believes she never wanted any of this but has to deal with the curse of knowing that she’d crush so many hopeful people by being anything different. How many people would have died if she had not been there? What would people say when she saw her if she quit? What if she saw someone else who needed help? What happens if they think she is a fraud? What would the gods do to her if she rejected their blessing? These questions haunt her at night if she ever considers quitting and so she can’t. Ever onward until the end, using her faith in the Pentad to push herself to try and remain the image of this saint people all believe.

B A C K G R O U N D__ _  _   _    _

Born as Camille to an older couple, Pierre and Berenice, living in Port Morilles, she was an only child due to the general infertility that her parents had. Port Morilles, Camille’s birthplace, was a well established one on the southeastern coast of Perrench. It prospered on the back of mushroom trade to foreign nations which allowed the town to be relatively well off compared to others of its size in Perrench. Her parents were commoners though her father as a leatherworker, afforded him a slightly higher standing as a craftsmen, it still did not benefit Camille in any obvious way. The town, however, did.

With the wealth afforded by healthy trade routes, Port Morilles managed to afford a stone wall to close off the small peninsula. This pushed people to build up and inside the walls are three to four story buildings to jam as much population as possible in the safety of those walls. Port Morilles was bustling but protected from any Eskandr incursions leading to low stress inside the walls.

Camille remembers her childhood here fondly with the community being very supportive and uplifting. Her parents were surprisingly aloof towards her in contrast. Some of the other children her age would tease her about not being a boy as that had something to do with family inheritance but it just struck Camille as odd that they would treat their only child like that.

She was fairly quiet and independent as a child. When her mother would finally release her from daily choirs or when her father would stink up their whole floor with the smells of rotted hide, she’d slip away into Port Morilles. Sometimes she’d even be content just walking along the beach outside the walls on her own, letting the sand run through her toes.

Yet with any paradise, came with coveting eyes and it would be in her sixteenth year that Camille would find out exactly who the Eskandr were. Up this point, she had heard the stories and terrors that these raiders would bring but they never tried to take on the walls of Port Morrilles. However, one Eskandr raid chieftain had finally been tempted enough. 

That day, Camille remembers vividly as that changed who she was going to become. 

They came with a two-pronged attack. A few longships harried the coastal wall while an advanced party would land out of view and go for the landside gate. With the defenders focused on the seaside, there were few to offer an intimidating resistance on the landside. At the time, Camille just remembered having to run back home past the seaside gate. The shouts of orders above, howls and growls of the Eskandr unseen. She was terrified as her parents pulled her inside. Her father stood at the door to know what was going on. He might have even wanted to help from the way he was pacing back and forth. That’s how she heard it.

”The other gate! The other gate! They are going to break through!” One of the sentries from the landside gate said, running past her home towards the seaside gate. Camille didn’t realize what that meant before her father and mother were ushering her, pulling her even, to run for Lord Gabriel’s keep. It was only when they were running through the streets did she realize what was going to happen if they got in.

She prayed in her head, desperately for the guards to hold the landside gate. They had to. There was no other way for everyone here to escape. Among the scrambling through the tight streets, Camille would catch sight of a guard. Then another. Followed by another. They weren’t going for landside gate. They were leaving it, headed towards the keep.

Camille’s heart dropped at the sight. Her whole life had been in this town, was really going to be destroyed just like in the stories she heard about? Why in the gods good graces allow this? She felt tears well in her eyes as pictured everything she loved burned to ash. How was that fair?

When life looked darkest, did a light shine through.

Through a gap between buildings, sunlight shined through. The rays piercing the smoke of a panicked fire caused by an accidental out of control fire at the blacksmith. The light rays hit and lit up the head of the blacksmith’s hammer, laying there on the road in front of Camille and for a brief moment the light reflected off of the metal head and flashed in Camille’s eyes, blinding her.

In that briefest of moments, she saw both forms of Dami carrying the banner of Lord Gabriel’s blue dove and the blacksmith’s hammer and crested on his chest was a golden lily, blooming. He reached out offering Camille to take both the banner and the hammer and then he looked towards the gate before vanishing and she was back in the street, kneeling before the hammer.

In the panic, her parents had gotten ahead of her and the whole town was on the verge of chaos but the gods had told Camille how to prevent that and as terrified as she was, she would not let her heart burn.

She picked up the hammer and found the Lord Gabriel’s banner getting a metal cap attached to its pole for planting into the ground. Another sign of Dami’s will! Picking the banner up with the other hand, she began to run towards the gate. Other than a few curious glances, she wasn’t seeing anyone willing to follow her. She prayed to Dami in her head as she ran, reciting over and and over again. 

“Let others find courage and follow! Let others find courage and follow!”

Over and over again she repeated this mantra, focusing on it. It took her a one more minute, nearly at the gate, when she realized a mass of people were following her, arming themselves. They were going to fight for their town! Her heart! Her god!

Camille lead the host of guards and people towards the gate just as it was slammed open by the horde of Eskandr. The sight it must have been to see for the Eskandr hesitated and that was enough encouragement for the surge of her kin to charge. The gateway was filled with people fighting blocking her from engaging, all for but one.

There was a large enough break in the gate from earlier that one of the Eskandr, a smaller boy maybe a little older than Camille, had slipped in. He emerged from a building in complete shock to the change on the streets. Nobody had noticed him, save for Camille and she felt compelled to charge. He noticed her, shakedly drawing his sword and swinging wildly.

“Spare me and let me swing your hammer! Spare me and let me swing your hammer!”

The Eskandr’s sword swung high, surprise in his face for a moment before she swung her hammer down on his face with such a force, the skull fractured and the fight was over an instant. She collapsed as the adrenaline wore off.

Awakening in the evening, she was greeted by Lord Gabriel himself in his keep. Word of her valor to lead the defense of the landgate had reached even his ears and that it would be wrong to deny the gods their wish to let Camille lead the people in their defense. She was knighted and spent nearly a year in training and running with levy to defend the shores of Perrench from any who would do Her harm!

In Virtue, Justice

I N V E N T O R Y__ _  _   _    _

Platemail, tabard of her colors, greatsword, shield, shortsword, Perrin (her horse), her banner mounted on a pole, holy symbol of Dami, symbol of the lily flower (Fleur-de-lis), bag of sand from Port Morilles

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Unmeasured (~Third Wheel) | Thunder + Force + Essence | Unbeknownst

Camille’s relationship with her Gift is complicated. She doesn’t know she has one, for good reason, and would at this point choose not to believe she has the Gift. All her channeling comes from her strong belief that her prayers are being answered by the Pentad. There are some important parameters for her channeling to be successful in this unorthodox expression. First, that she is still channeling like any other Gifted, she just doesn’t see it that way. Second, her intention must be clearly defined in her mind and must be obtainable by means of magic. Third, her capability of channeling in this manner is limited by at least half her true potential.

The benefit is that Camille is able to channel without really knowing how to channel. She will use her Gift to manipulate attributes to make her a more efficient fighter passively at this point. For example, she will pray to the gods to lighten her burden when feeling the weight of her armor and she will channel Thunder Magic to repel her armor to make it feel light. This is a spell she has channeled almost everyday for the past year and requires no more than a quick prayer to make it so. Something new and complex may require her to pray several phrases repeatedly to find the right focus to successfully channel. 

S T R E N G T H S   &   S K I L L S__ _  _   _    _

❖ Blessed Saint: Whether you believe the gods blessed Camille or not, reality shows that Camille is often on the advantageous side of fortune. She doesn’t know she has the Gift but managing to channel magic unintentionally through her singular focused prayers regardless is evidence to that point.
❖ Legendary: The legend also prescribes a certain reverence from commonfolk, at least those that know her tale. Few women wear platemail, fewer still are younger than themselves. She is easily recognizable for all the good and bad that will come with that.
❖ Communal: She adored the closeness in the community of her hometown. Everyone tried to get along with one another, probably due to the relative abundance of her hometown. She is willing to give her kin the benefit of the doubt and has a patience for others. Up until they class with her ideals, anyway.
❖ Conviction: At the center of Camille’s driving motivation is her belief that the good should prosper. Good people deserve happy lives and she has always held this in her heart. After being ascended by her vision, she is absolutely sure that the good deserve the gifts of the world while the evil should be judged. The gods told her so, after all.

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❖ Reliance: If you take away her Gift, she is a 17 year old girl and incapable of swinging a ten pound greatsword while dressed in full armor for collapsing in exhaustion. She needs to channel to make her armor lighter so she can walk, sword lighter so she can swing, and mood enhancement to keep people fighting!
❖ Jocasta’s Box: If opened, you reveal to Camille that she has the Gift after all revealing the extent of all the new potential she can reach. This comes at the cost of shaking her belief, if you can convince her in the first place. A belief that has, successfully up to this point, lead to her channeling magic to enhance her abilities. You shake her belief, she doubts her abilities and then she might not be able to reliably channel again. Is it better to open the box or keep it closed? 
❖ Naivety: Camille still holds the world in a positive light having only seen some of the nastiness that the world holds. She has killed her first person (after crying about it later that night and for the next several nights) and has ventured around Perrach this past year to see more of the world. She believes she has everything figured out but as she explores more, both the world and the depths people are willing to go, there will be events that shake her significantly.
❖ Uneducated: Being a commoner at birth afforded her no luxury of a proper education. Although this makes it easier for her to find faith in the gods, it limits her abilities to comprehend new concepts, understand strategies, or realize connections as fast as others around. It also affects her ability to relate and interact with nobility.

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@Pirouette Awesome character and, as you know, I love the Joan of Arc angle. Before you post her in the character tab, just a couple of minor matters:
1) You were working on this pretty late, so there are a lot of the usual little typos and things. Just give it a good proofread and fix as needed. 
2) Parrence is the country and Parrench is the demonym.

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Hey Force and Fury!

I have tidied up her story and stuff! Praying that it reads better now, and is not as messy and trashy as it was before.

Genevieve Chalamet__ _  _   _    _

22  |  Female  |  Parrench  |  Thunder & Force  |  Wizard/Knight__ _  _   _    _

C H A R A C T E R I S T I C S__ _  _   _    _

Standing around 170cm and weighing around 62kg, Genevieve has always been a highly active and athletic woman who has taken to more outdoor and physical activities compared to her younger sister. Despite having a heartier appetite than anyone else in the family, she has managed to maintain a toned figure. She is also the tallest of her father's daughters, standing just a head shy of her oldest brother's height.

The first distinct facial feature you’ll recognise of her are her oval-shaped face adorned by a pair of soft green eyes that gaze back at you giving off a tinge of sadness coupled with determination and grit. Her lips are a healthy shade of pink, although they can sometimes be a little chapped due to her spending too much time outdoors exerting herself without proper rehydration.

Her long locks that reach down her chest are blonde, and they are often a lighter shade of wheat-blonde in sunlight, while appearing a shade of brown in places with low light. Several strands are also usually braided. When free of dirt and grime, her fair complexion is unblemished with warm undertones presenting a comely and feminine appearance many would find attractive.

Being brave and adventurous has always been something Genevieve has never lacked from a young age. Being afraid of hardly anything at all, she would be keen and curious enough to try everything and give it at least a go. She loves getting her hands dirty and getting into the middle of things. Naturally an inquisitive and curious soul, she loves discovering and learning about new things. Sometimes, she can be a little too curious for her own good, ending up in places or doing things she is not supposed to do or be in. 

Despite being classically trained as a wizard, she has found that the academic life is not only boring and too stifling for her, it also comes with a lot of social pressure she has no interest in, unlike her other siblings. Having discovered a different world in terms of fighting style, she has managed to combine her prior magical knowledge to her recently learnt martial skills. Not officially a knight in any sense, she is armoured like one and most people's first impression of her would be that she is simply playacting as one, but that impression would soon change once they witness her in combat. Genevieve has proven to be a highly effective combatant that utilise her gifts well to turn the odds into her favour.

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Born into a noble family in the south of Parrence, Genevieve lived a decent enough life not dissimilar to that of your typical noble family. Her father was a baron who had pledged his services to the king, and in turn was given land to rule and pass down of his own. Baron Philippe Chalamet was a fourth and a half wheel wizard that was as talented as he was generous. He treated his people well, and they in turn respected him greatly. Young Genevieve had always been an energetic child ever since she learnt to walk, and it wasn’t a surprise to anyone that she found no interest in sewing, stitching or any of the other typical activities done by noble women and could often be found watching her brothers training with swords and other assorted physical and combat drills in the family estate’s courtyard. 

Baron Philippe had always been considered an eccentric character by other noble families due to his open minded and progressive mindset, especially regarding his views of allowing his children to follow their interests, much to his wife’s chagrin. Although Angélique had never been fond of the idea, the baroness eventually accepted the fact and decided to follow her husband’s will. As soon as Genevieve was deemed old enough, she began her training as a classical wizard, learning all about the gift, and honing her magic. Being gifted in Thunder and Force magic, it was soon revealed that she was a Fourth Wheel that was especially talented in her gifts. Although she received adulation from her tutors, with some of them going as far as to call her a child prodigy, none of the compliments really satisfied her. The young noble lady felt that there was a part of her missing, and that she simply had no passion and interest in the masses of dry academic theories she faced frequently in the large tomes that her father's mages kept in their dusty looking libraries. It got to the point where the bored girl began to escape from her lessons and avoid classes whenever she could, to go out riding on her pony around the lush lands in her family’s estate. 

When her father forbade her from going out riding, she remained cooped up in her room in protest, avoiding meals as she went on hunger strikes. Eventually her father relented and came up with an idea of a compromise. He began personally teaching her his own personal fighting style, techniques that blended the use of magic with physical weapons. When she was decent enough with a sword and shield, he added specially crafted armour to her training attire, starting with padded cloth, to a suit of leather, eventually progressing on to metal armour.

As Genevieve grew up and approached her sixteenth Stresia, she blossomed into a tough and free-spirited lass that was not only highly passionate of her beliefs, but also one that worked tirelessly to master her skills. Her father decided it was time and gave the castle's blacksmith an order to forge a specially crafted longsword that his daughter could call her own. During the festival, the baron and his family were enjoying the festivities with the villagers at a local village when one of her father’s soldiers came galloping into the village announcing that an alarmingly large Eskandr raiding party had just crossed the boundaries into the family’s estate lands and had already began burning and pillaging everything they came across. The news worried the baron as he had only brought along his household guard, and even with the combined might of the village garrison, they would still be no match for the overwhelming numbers of the invading Eskandr raiding party. 

He gave the order for his wife to flee with their youngest daughter along with some of the household guard as their escort back to the castle to rally the rest of his army as well as the populace to fight back against the Eskandr raiders, although he knew that it was very unlikely that reinforcements would return in time. When the raiders finally came, they brought with them a loud and noisy wave of battle cries. Waves and waves of raiders came, but for every Eskandr the baron and his men cut down, three more appeared to take their place. It was only a matter of time before their numbers along with their strength and mana would deplete as they faced the overwhelming odds against them. All of them knew in their hearts that victory was almost impossible by now, but none of them lost their spirit as they continued fighting the losing battle.

It was then that her father made her promise him something. That she would flee and survive this day. Looking as immense desperation and sadness filled her father’s eyes, she knew it was pointless to argue with him. Quickly mounting a horse, she sped off into the direction of the castle. Just as soon as she thought she was clear of the fighting, she felt something heavy hit her and the next thing she knew, she was off her horse and was rolling down a hill. When her fall finally stopped, she could only manage a muffled groan before darkness claimed her. When she regained consciousness, night had fallen and a crackling campfire caught her eye. She recognised the man clad in dark robes in front of her. He was the very same Dark Somnian monk that she often saw her father talking to in hushed tones back in the castle on many occasions. As soon as the monk realised that she was awake, he snuffed out the fire by kicking dirt onto it with his boot, uttering, 

“Good, you're awake at last. We've got to move. The baroness is waiting for you.”

When she returned to the castle, her mother told her that her arrival with her father’s army had routed the Eskandr raiders, but by then her father and brothers had already lost their lives, their heads decapitated and placed on spikes along with the rest of their men who had fought to the end. There were no survivors of the initial fighting force. It was then that Genevieve sought solace in Dami and asked for guidance and  strength to rid Parrence of the Eskandr menace in the name of her father, her brothers along with all the other souls that lost their life that day, finally giving them the justice they deserve for the unjustful way that their life had been robbed from them. Although scores of Eskandr raiders had fallen under the might of her father and brothers, to her, no amount of Eskandr deaths could ever make up for the loss of her dear father and brothers. When the call-to-arms by King Arcel of Parrence arrived, Genevieve did not hesitate to answer.

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❖ Armand - A longsword with a polished scabbard that she wears on her waist gifted by her father.

❖ Bastien - A kite shield that she uses alongside her longsword in combat.

❖ A gold necklace made in a miniature version of a hammer, the symbol of Dami-Sept.

❖ Her metal armour, which consists of a breastplate, pauldrons, vambraces, greaves and sabatons.

❖ A sugarloaf helmet and a padded arming coif cap worn underneath.

❖ The leather armour she wears under her metal armour comprises two parts. A top piece that covers her from neck down not below her waist. Below the waist, she wears a pair of pants that have been stitched with hard leather on the outside and padding on the inside providing a decent amount of protection while still maintaining a good form of mobility.

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Classically and academically trained as a wizard growing up, she is skilled in many practical forms of magic one would typically expect from your typical wizard. However, her fighting style has long since changed, mixing and interweaving sword and shield techniques along with magic in combat. Despite the frequent strange looks from others, she pays no heed to these strange looks from these strangers.

Lightning-charged strikes - Genevieve is able to generate power lightning charges through altering the polarity of atoms and molecules and channels them through her sword and shield to cause a heavy blow when they strike a target, causing significantly more damage if the object being hit is a good conductor. This is a rather loud and noisy affair, and therefore stealth is not something this goes well with.

Force Lightning - She is also able to generate lightning strikes from her palms into a focused strike for precision attacks. Combining this with force energy, she is able to use the kinetic energy to extend the range of these lightning strikes which are highly useful when ranged attacks are required before close combat.

Magnetic Manipulation - She is able to magnetise and demagnetise objects by altering the polarity of the atoms in the subject matter. She rarely uses this power though, and mainly uses this to counter against other foes with magnetic powers, especially to demagnetise herself and her allies, nullifying their effects.  

Telekinesis - She is able to telekinetically move objects of various sizes using her hands with simple gestures or through her mind alone, although the latter is significantly more mana-intensive and she has been trained to only use that as a last resort in absolutely dire circumstances. She has been known to use this power offensively by flinging objects at attackers or holding up large objects as shields defensively for incoming attacks. The purpose of this power's usage is highly situational depending on the circumstances.

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❖ Adaptable fighter - Although Genevieve is not as physically strong compared to most men, she is able to prevail by being able to think on her feet, assessing the battle and quickly adapting and strategizing about the changing situations as battle commences. Her proficiency with force magic also helps her to move faster than she would otherwise, granting her additional mobility and agility.

❖ Strategic Combatant - Although she is more than a capable one-on-one combatant, her true strength lies in large scale combat, where her talents can shine in being the strategist and the brains of army deployment despite her young age. It also allows her to make the best use of her magic and the environment with plenty of resources available for use.

❖ Magical Marvel - Highly skilled and specialised in lightning magic, she is not one to be underestimated or treated lightly or suffer the result of an enlightening lethal consequence. Boosted with a high confidence and familiarity with her particular gifts, she is able to cast such magic and spells quickly without much delay at all.

❖ Horse Riding - Having learnt to ride since she was young, riding is now considered second nature to her, and fighting on horseback is also something that she is no stranger to, having trained with her father during her teenage years. She doesn’t consider being mounted a handicap, and can fight decently well on a horse just as she can on foot.

W E A K N E S S E S   &   F L A W S__ _  _   _    _

❖ Archery - Genevieve never really found the need to be good at archery, as when it came to hitting targets at range, she preferred relying on her lightning strikes instead. Unfamiliar with the bow, and should she be forced to use one, her accuracy and technique would be poor.

❖ Justice Fighter - She has always found it in her to stand up for the defenceless ever since she took the guidance of Dami into her heart. Frequent dispenser of vigilante justice and challenger of the unjust, she especially hates it when individuals of noble status blatantly and publicly treat commoners poorly as that gives all of nobility a bad name.

❖ Stubborn - Since young, Genevieve has proved to be a really stubborn lass. She can be stubborn to the point of being obstinate and can be really insistent on doing things her way unless she is persuaded otherwise, and doing so is not easy unless there is a really strong and logical argument for doing so.

❖ Hatred - She has never forgiven Eskandrs for the death of her father and brothers, and since she is unable to tell who is personally responsible for their deaths, she chooses to have a blanket hatred for all Eskandrs instead. Being able to trust or like one will seem virtually impossible and she will never work with one unless there is a very strong reason on why she has to do so. 

C O L O U R   C O D E   &   O T H E R__ _  _   _    _

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@Siber Just a heads-up that I hadn't asked you to post Tilda in the Characters tab quite yet. A couple of other people who did (I'm looking at you, Jasbraq) weren't supposed to either. Anyways, it's done now and I'm going to be asking everyone to post today. Unless you're especially attached to the last name, let's give our poor musical girl something that spunds properly Drudgunzean, hm? Perhaps Ulmer, Ulker, Ullhard, or Ullman, just to keep the general sound. Otherwise, you're good to go. Please wait for an announcement next time, though!

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@Komo You are good to go. Feel free to post your character in the Characters tab once I give the announcement. 

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6-1-2022: Oriflamme Begins


Hello to all of our Heroes of Parrence, Heroes of Eskand, Drudgunzean Allies, and Shifty Yasoi players. The time for Character Sheet submissions is at an end. Welcome, officially, to Oriflamme! If you have made the requested amendments to your character sheets and I've signed off on them, feel free to now add your characters to the Characters Tab. If you haven't, then I suggest doing so now.

As of this moment, Oriflamme is a live, in-progress game and, within the next twenty-four hours, the following will take place: 
1) Our roster will be finalized and new signups will be closed.
2) A collage of our characters will be posted.
3) The notice at the top of the OOC will be amended to pertain to the current posting cycle.
3) The IC will commence.

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@Siber Just a heads-up that I hadn't asked you to post Tilda in the Characters tab quite yet. A couple of other people who did (I'm looking at you, Jasbraq) weren't supposed to either. Anyways, it's done now and I'm going to be asking everyone to post today. Unless you're especially attached to the last name, let's give our poor musical girl something that spunds properly Drudgunzean, hm? Perhaps Ulmer, Ulker, Ullhard, or Ullman, just to keep the general sound. Otherwise, you're good to go. Please wait for an announcement next time, though!

Also, now that you're in, it's time to join our discord. It's a fun community with a lot of extra resources and much quicker communication. I'm looking forward to seeing you there!@Force and Fury
Ah! Understood! Changing it to Ulmer!

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I've implemented the following changes/fixes to Otios' sheet:

Bumped down his 5W rating from 4½ to 4
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Added a small explanation about how to pronounce his weird name to the 'Other' section
Added Blood as a second school he might be talented at, but he does not have any real repertoire/spell he can use there yet. Basically an open space for future character developments in the RP itself.

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Alrighty, all! Just waiting on slightly amended Camille and Edmund to be posted. Then, we should be good to go!

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I will be posting a reply posted later today or tomorrow - the examples that have been set are, in fact, somewhat intimidating towards my (higher end) semi-literate self.

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@SiberYou can do it! Deep breaths and let the writing sweep you away~

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Honestly, I don't want anybody to feel intimidated by the posts here. We're all at different points in how much time and effort we have to dedicate to this endeavour and in how much we've honed the particulars of our various writing-related skills. What all of us have, however, is the desire to tell a story and to tell it well. Doesn't matter exactly how we do that - how long it is, how evocative our adjectives are, and how pretty our formatting looks - just that we tell it with heart and earnestness. I can't wait to read all of your stories set within this grander narrative that we're crafting together. Honestly, I'm just really inspired and humbled that this many people trust me enough to storytell within a world that I created (and which we'll grow together).

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@SiberYou can do it! Deep breaths and let the writing sweep you away~@Dao Ma

Past the deadline...hrrrg! I can do it!

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I have told myself that tomorrow, after asking questions in Discord, will I post an edit of my written draft.

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Deadline's next Saturday, homey. You're good.

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Arsène Avalona__ _ _ _ _

Anime

Realistic

"Sure, we need friends, but we also need coins. For food, and for somewhere to sleep that isn't the back of the wagon."

30 | Male | Drudgunzean | Force, Essence, & Arcane | Knight-Ranger

C H A R A C T E R I S T I C S__ _ _ _ _

Arsène stands taller than a good few men at 5 foot 10 inches, he has a solid build with a very lean and well worked frame. Arsène weighs in at around 170 pounds his body consists of well worked and very defined muscles that describes his very rigorous life. The hundreds of scars across his body tells hundreds of stories, some look large like they were from a dangerous fight, others looked to come from more mundane things, yet all tell the story of this rugged roguish man. He wears his shoulder length brown hair down, from a glance someone could say he's very unkempt from his looks, yet that is far from the truth, Arsène bathes quite often, keeps his facial hair exactly where it is, and often combs his hair and makes sure it never grows too long. He prefers his looks to be that of a rouges, something dangerous and exciting, like he is.

Arsène is a man who lives his life in the moment, may it be in the moment of a battle, the clash of blades in a duel, or in a party, Arsène lives it the best he can. He's often described by those in the bar as jovial, on travel as lax, and in battle as in his element.  He'll often be described as unscrupulous from his carefree and brash nature, his dirty and underhanded tactics in and out of cattle, and his irreverence to the very notions of honor and social manners and class. He often shows contempt and hatred to those who try to build themselves and make declarations of their superiority, as they are often the ones to feel his wrath. While seeming morally bankrupt, Arsène is softer than what he lets on, as he demonstrates a soft spot and a protective attitude toward those who have been wronged as he has. Often this will come to him starting fights with people to punish the wrong doers, stealing what was stolen, or even righting the wrongs he can himself. Arsène does as he does out of a sense of fun, work, and a sense of need, he leaves no due unpaid, no tab is left unbalanced, and no 'good' deed goes unpunished.

The motivations Arsène has to participate in this war is quite simple duty. The Eskandr are pushing once more, as they march forward they will subjugate all the area they touch. Unlike what would be expected of Arsène he prepares to fight against the Eskandr, which seems strange to most who know of him. Yet, Arsène is where he is as he had always maintained his attributes of being a protector at heart and his heroic desires, just slightly buried in his pained life.

B A C K G R O U N D__ _ _ _ _

Arsène was born to peasant parents in a place he had no remembrance of, Arsène was to live a quiet life in a village tucked away from anywhere important. With a family he would love dearly, knowing everyone you live with, surviving the cold together, famine, and all hell this world would have. Arsène was to find a cute girl he would settle down with and bear children, all in this village far away from anywhere important. Yet life was not so kind, as this was a place that has been forgotten, with the faces of people long lost and of a home Arsène only remembers as blurs and smells. His village had went up in flames, everything was covered in flames and was burned to nothing. In this village tucked away from anything important, men were burned to ash, women boiled in their homes, and those who were able to run ran as fast as they could. Arsène was among them, but from him ancestral home Arsène was left with the smells of sweet apples from the time before flames occurred, then the sickeningly sweet aromas of burning wood and flesh, with the putrefaction of slaughter grasping at the lungs. This village was gone, as anything important here was left with the fires, to be tucked and buried beneath the land and time. All those memories that would have and should have been, burned away, with the smoke of death and apple trees.

As Arsène and his mother travelled they landed in a township within the Enthal territories, yet soon they needed to move again, Arsène spent a good portion of his years moving as him and his mother could never find a place to settle. They would stay in an area for maybe a few months if not a year, before moving again, as they pushed all the way to the center of Enthal. Yet Arsène aged in his travels, he went from a small boy to that of a young man during this time. He learned the skills he needed to survive, hunting, foraging, and stealing. Many have looked to Arsène as a miscreant, nothing better than a begger and a refugee, Arsène decided to lean into such things, he decided to hunt as he pleased, steal when he wanted, and mess with guards and people for fun. He took everything he had and gave it to feed and cloth the person he cares for the most, his mother. His mother had slowly grown sick over the years, as at the point they finally started settling down his mother had became all but bed ridden. So he did what he could to secure himself and his mother the things they needed, he learned many skills, many of a bastard child, hunting, stealing, robbing, he did what he needed until he learned something, he manifested something that he would consider a boon of the rich, the Gift.

Arsène began using his powers for what ever he felt, in hunting, he began becoming better using magic to shroud himself, his traps, or empower his bow to hunt larger prey. When stealing he uses his skills to aim for higher targets, aiming for the Tax collectors as they moved around was one of the first he aimed for. As he gained more experience he aimed higher and higher to secure himself a life better. As once he hit 16, he had gained a real name for himself in his area, he gained enough money, notoriety, and knowledge that he decided to go somewhere better for his mother, who has at this point become wholly dependent on Arsène. He decided to travel to Parrence with his mother, using his wealth he garnered and skills, he began to make his way to a much more wealthy place, and somewhere his mother can rest easy. Yet all she ever spoke of was their home, a place filled with wonderful memories his mother held. Arsène never knew this home, for him it was nothing but distant smells of memories of long past, all he remembered was the smell of sweet apples. So Arsène decided to travel Parrence, a land he knew apples were.

Once they made it, Arsène worked his skills, hunting and stealing were his main forms of income. Yet the next time he decided to rob the tax collector, their guards looked different, armored much more so than he was ever aware of, and seemed to be perfect targets. Yet when he tried they seemed almost ready for him as they pushed him back quite quickly and nearly surrounded him. This was when one stepped forward and challenged him to single combat, Arsène was almost stunned, yet saw it as a chance. IN this duel Arsène nearly lost his life in multiple moments, as their blades clashed the man used his magic to enhance himself in strange ways, using thunder to throw around his large metal with ease, and even controlling Arsène's own weapons. This challenge had made it where Arsène had to adapt, changing his style as he began to close in and began using tricks and shifting his fighting to close combat hand-to-hand. Using his improvised skills he's seen from others, he finally dropped the man to his ass and was prepared to put a knife through his throat, yet the others nearby put his neck to the blade before he could even have a chance. The knight rose and looked down onto Arsène and gave him an offer, become one of fighters, or die. Arsène didn't think for much more than a moment.

For the next few years Arsène was under the watch of Sir Armand Beumont, he was a knight who took in youths who had the Gift to train. Arsène was not one to despise this, yet it did make him feel as if he was being chained down. Yet it did at least give him an easier way to care for his mother, all he needed to do was dedicate his blade to protecting those of Sir Armand's province. Arsène had spent the better half of a decade under Sir Armand's service, until something of horror occurred, Sir Armand was murdered. Sir Armand was murdered in cold blood, and the first person who was blamed was Arsène. At this point Arsène was 24 years of age, he's dedicated himself to Sir Armand and now he was turned on by those above him, and it was something that left him scarred to this day. He was charged with the Murder of Sir Armand and was sentenced to death, yet was freed by other knights who knew he was not the killer. As at that point was when he needed to go on the run, and leave his mother under the care of some of his trusted allies.

Arsène began going on the run, being hunted down by knights, sellswords, and much other things, as during this time he became a very well known outlaw. As he began to travel and make a name for himself in a way he knew. Hunting down creatures people need taken care of, stealing what he needs, yet something new came to him. He learned the fun of fighting. As he began to get pulled into single combat he often found himself in a situation he remembers very well, sparring days. As he began creating a name to be feared across the land, as he was chased down, he began dueling those who had challeneged, fighting those came for him, and even hunting down the people after him and challenging them to duels when he catches wind of them. He was forming a persona of a near unstoppable man, a man who loves the thrills, and a true scoundrel. Yet this was not what he just was, he was a man who wanted to live, he wanted to survive, something was always spurring him on, he never knew what it was but his life became something much different to what he expected. After half a decade, he became much different to what he ever thought himself as, he looked himself in the mirror and realized he was a scoundrel, he looked like he was handsome yet rugged, he had scars across his body, he looked like he hadn't seen a sober day in months. With all of these thoughts, he then finally thought of his mother, the woman who he had sworn to protect, the woman who wore a smile when he made it home wearing his armor, the mother…he left.

Arsène made it his life's goal to make his way back to Parrence, find his mother, and live in peace. Yet that was not an easy feat, he needed to enter a territory who wanted his head, and find someone who they could have at this point taken prisoner, yet he was determined. He put to practice his skills, sneaking, hiding, surviving, and other such things that allowed him to finally reach the province that he left his mother, to find the people there almost…calm to see him. He learned that the people who orchestrated the murder of Sir Armand were found and taken into custody. And for the past few years Arsène's name was cleared, the reason why he was being hunted at this point wasn't for any reason other than the possible bounty that people put on his head and the fact the amount of blood that was spilt by his hands has created Vendettas that would follow him. Yet that does not matter anymore, Arsène was here for his mother. As when he finally found his mother, she was under her favorite thing, and apple tree, the tree was planted above her grave with a tombstone that read, 'May you find your Island of Apples'. Arsène was left speechless, years had passed, and could not ever say goodbye to her. She left this world and he could never even tell her his last 'I love you'.

Arsène was devastated, he had spent one night in a tavern and got so hammered, he woke up the next night with a note under his door. It told him to visit his mother's grave one more time. There he found a small group of people, it was the knights who had freed him and kept his mother safe in his absence. They spoke and gave their welcomes, condolences, and letters. Ones that his mother had written for years, in hopes he would see any of them. After which Arsène was left to himself, as he shoved them into his bag and began to leave, he could not stay there, he was not the same person, and he was not going to sully his mother's grave with his presence. He spent the next year wandering, he had found himself living day by day, in a drunk stuper, he hunted creatures people would pay him for, fight people who challenge him, yet all he wanted to do was eat, drink, piss, and sleep.

Until one day he was caught in a town that was attacked by Eskandr raiders, and was brought into the thick of the fighting. As the town burned, people died, and women cried, Arsène felt his body move. He fought like a mad man, protecting people, calling people to battle, as they formed a militia to repel the raiders. Arsène was herald a hero, as when he looked off into the fire, he smelt something sickeningly sweet. Which reminded him of his youth, and his mother. As he looked to the people, their homes, and then why he is where he is, he took in a breath and escorted these refugees to somewhere safe. And began making his way home, wishing to keep people safe from the raiders who seem to destroy without concern, who will burn the world into nothing but a sickening sweet smell of death.

I N V E N T O R Y__ _ _ _ _

4 Daggers- Arsène keeps these on him at all time for many reasons, for survival, for fighting, for tricks, for throwing, a knife is a very useful tool, so to have 4 is very helpful to keep yourself alive.
Bastard sword- A simple 1 1/2 handed sword Arsène uses to keep himself armed in a proper way.
Chian Whip-A whip made of metal chains and ending with a bladed mace like top, it is much more like a flail than a whip, yet using the gift Arsène is able to enact a control over it much more reminiscent of a whip, having it be able to reach out to its extended 20 feet, being able to attack with a high speed, and it being made of metal and using magic upon it, the whip is able to hit it's target with enough power to destroy stone and metal, or Arsène can enact his magic upon the tip to change the composition of the tip, making it like a stake to penetrate armor, a blade to cut, or make the head to smash things (or some combination).
Cloak w/large plumage- A large gorgeous cloak Arsène keeps on him, it is one of his most remarkable piece of clothing as he quite often is recognized by it. He wears this black and red cloak  it almost everywhere he goes, and he even has one he wears over his armor to not only break up his silhouette and make him look bigger, but also to make sure they know who he is.
Bow- A bow made of a dark red wood with metal fixings on the bow arms and hand area. Upon close inspection you can see the meticulous care taken to keep the bow maintained. The nicks and scratches that seem to be fading away, the almost fresh layer of lacquer over the bow. It is very even and well maintained.
Quiver- A dark brown quiver that is able to hold 15 arrows. Each of these arrows have simple metal broad heads that he can modify and shape before firing using magic.
Blackthorn- Arsène's trusty steed, Blackthorn is not so much a name but a title to any horse he rides, he prefers black horses for this reason.
Armor- A set of half plate designed to cover his arms and his legs in articulated metal, his head with a helmet, and the his upper chest with metal plate. Everywhere else is covered in a layer of boiled and hardened leather and chain armor. Everything is tightened together, dampened the noise with leather lining under the metal joints and articulating plated. Arsène has a cloak specifically designed to go over his armor, acting like a insignia or a banner to know who he is.

T H E G I F T__ _ _ _ _

Rangers are particularly blessed of Dami-Sept. They can be found in Drudgunze, Eskand, and Parrence.

While many people live sedentary lives as farmers, fighters, or crafters, dependent upon others and never taking the time to master the skills of their distant ancestors, there are some who chart a different course. Rangers are dedicated hunters, trappers, survivalists, and people of the frontiers and forests. Stealthy, quick, and capable, they use the Gift to augment their traps with illusion and empower their use of the bow and arrow.

Durability: ★★☆☆☆
Stealth: ★★★★☆
Agility: ★★★☆☆
Endurance: ★★★★☆
Physical Attack: ★★★☆☆
Magical Attack: ★★☆☆☆
Range: ★★★★☆
Support and Healing: ★☆☆☆☆
Mounted Ability: ★★☆☆☆

Knights are particularly blessed of Oraphe-Sept. They can be found in Drudgunze and Parrence.

Recent advances in metalworking technology and the introduction of the stirrup to Constantia by Virangish peoples during the fall of the Avincians have resulted in the invention of an exciting new type of fighter: the knight. Heavily armed and armoured melee warriors skilled in mounted combat, many knights employ Essence and Kinetic magic to augment their massive physical strikes and enhance the performance and endurance of their mounts. Thunder Knights also use their metallic armour to create massive charges and strike down their foes with powerful Thunder magic.

Durability: ★★★★★
Stealth: ★☆☆☆☆
Agility: ★★☆☆☆
Endurance: ★★★☆☆
Physical Attack: ★★★★☆
Magical Attack: ★★☆☆☆
Range: ★★☆☆☆
Support and Healing: ★★☆☆☆
Mounted Ability: ★★★★☆

Blood type: None

Main schools: Force, Thunder, & Arcane

Wheel Rating: 1st Wheel

Arsène ues his magic in very interesting ways, as he grew his fighting changed based upon what he could get his hands on, form rocks and sticks, to bows and arrows, to swords and whips. He uses his magic to enhance himself using the kinetic energy to strengthen himself, his blows or causing tricks, illusions, or forming strange effects through Blood and Essence. 

With Force and Thunder Arsène uses his magics to enhance himself, his weapons, or used to attack or defend with. Using Force energy to enhance his blows, his leaps, or input more power into his weapons to make them more effective. While he uses Thunder energy to set up counter attacks, setting up strange angles of attacks his weapons can take while being attracted to each other, or repelling attacks away from himself. He uses metallic weapons for this reason so he can enact control over his weapons so he is able to control his weapons to either become unpredictable, gain more power, or aim for weak points and moving targets.

When using Arcane, Blood, and Essence magic Arsène is very tricky, using his years as a survivalist, he uses illusions to hide his traps he sets up with blood magic, hide his attacks, or even empower his attacks with fire. While he uses Blood magic to change materials such as earth and wood into quick traps on the battlefield, changing the shape of his weapons to best suit him in the moment, or even to keep himself alive by closing up wounds so he doesn't bleed out. While he uses Essence to assist in the creation and nullification of poisons, enhancing himself, or making reactions volatile and explode.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S__ _ _ _ _

❖ Exceptional Combat Prowess- Arsène is an exceptional warrior in peak physical condition and possesses "reflexes like a cat". He is said to be able to win in a bar brawl against four opponents while being near black out drunk, some say they've seen it, others pass it off as some boasting. Yet when sober, he is considered nigh unbeatable to all but the mightiest of monsters and warriors. Being hailed as a master duelist comes with many things, fame, renown, and a target over your head, and many more duels under your belt. He has learned many weapons, making most of anything a powerful tool in his hands, from the bow to the dagger, from the sword to the whip, and from the stick to a stone, Arsène is a master of anything you put in his hands.

❖ Combat Strategist and Adaptive Fighter- As a hunter of great monsters and a duelist of great renown, Arsène has seen many strategies used to take on many beasts and monsters, watching fights and battles with hawk like eyes that are able to see the flow of the combat and an understanding to best capitalize on it. Yet these skills don't include just against full on battles, as Arsène dueled hundreds of people, watching the skills they used, adopting and modifying their skills for his use or adapting his own skill to best take out his opponents either in a quick and efficent manner or in a show boating way to display himself.

❖ Well Travelled- Arsène has travelled the lands, either through request of others to do jobs, his own leisure, or to run from angered people, Arsène has learned many things about the 'world'. The dialects, customs, how to blend in and act like the natives, and to have a wide array of knowledge to use when either hunting, hiding, or even just to entertain people with.

❖ Brave- By nature, he is an exceedingly brave warrior who will jump headfirst into incredibly dangerous and enigmatic situations that most others would hesitate to even embark on. Amid these great trials and scenarios, he tends to keep a calm, calculated and collected nature about him that allows him to think rationally and instinctively. As often he can even be said to wear a smile from how calm he actually is.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S__ _ _ _ _

❖ Low Born- Arsène was not born of any stature, so often his blood comes into question in reliance of his skills, his loyalty, and even for some his name. Such a figure Arsène cut out for himself would be thought to stand far higher than he does.

❖ Fear of Failure- Arsène can not handle failure, as often when failure is near he starts to become desperate and sometimes losses himself and forgoes calm thoughts and planning, as the moment failure occurs it can result in terrible things, and to him, the fear of failure is worst than death itself.

❖ Cynical- Arsène is cynical to the idea of the future, the world has been only so kind to him, however at any moment it can take away from him again. So often he holds little value in what people say, thinking they might have only self intrest in mind and willing to screw him over.

❖ Low Magical power- Arsène was a man born with a mediocre magical power, making it where often the powers he uses are to enhance himself, cause tricks, or to enhance things he uses to fight with. As if he was to be put into a contest of power he would lose out.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S__ _ _ _ _

❖ Hexcode:Gold
❖ Arsène means Virile, which virile means having strength, energy, and a strong sex drive (typically used of a man).
❖ Avalona means Island of Apples, a last name to denote the place he was born, a place that was always filled with apples. It was one he took in honor of his late mother who always wanted to return home, to her Island of Apples.

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