[hider=ITINER][COLOR=dimgray][CENTER][sup][h1][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/fZwjIoU.png[/img][/center][b][center][color=black] D A N Y L[/color] [color=87CEFA]D A N Y L[/color][/center] [/b][/h1][/sup] [color=silver][sup][b]“ I learned the easiest way to stop something from hurting is to cut it out of you. ”[/b][/sup][/color][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=87CEFA]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9gAueuY.png[/img] [/center][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R N O T E S[/color] [color=87CEFA]C H A R A C T E R N O T E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT][sub][color=87CEFA][b]Danyl Feytin[/b][/color] is an archetypal [color=87CEFA]rogue[/color]. He grew up on the slimmer side and favors practical dark colored clothing. The mark of his guild is tattooed on his spine where neck meets shoulder, and a simple patch covers the area where his left eye would be. Despite only having the one, lack of depth perception isn't a weakness of his so long as he is focusing (early mornings are the worst for it). He is dexterous, skilled with his hands, and learned all the simple magic tricks that would have delighted the friends from his childhood. He knows his way around a few types of blades, and though fist fighting isn't his forte he can throw a mean punch. Take one too. He justifies his life as a thief, working among men that have much more storied rap sheets than him, by telling himself that his parents would prefer him like this rather than in a grave beside them. Still, shame lingers. His psyche, fractured by childhood trauma, colors his relationship with both possessions and people. He tends not to keep much of anything for fear of growing attached and then losing it. He tries to keep others at a distance, never close enough that it would hurt when they inevitably left. But people are harder not to get attached to, and harder to just give away, as it were. It's impossible for him to completely close his heart off, though not for lack of trying. The ghost of the boy he used to be must be buried somewhere within him. Danyl is rough around the edges, but hard working and generally trustworthy despite his profession. He often tells people he's "a thief, not a spy," when they give him shit about his very obvious lying tell. With no real outlet for his anger he'd gained a bit of a temper as he aged, and though he isn't quick to violence he certainly doesn't shy away from it. The fire never really left him that day, its coals remained in his chest until he was old enough to stoke the flame and develop a hell of a want for vengeance. For Danyl, there is no moving forward from his past until he can cut out the part of him that hurts. Obviously cutting his heart out would kill him, so he has to remove the next best thing: the bandits that caused the pain in the first place.[/sub] [/INDENT][/color][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H I L D H O O D I N A R D E N F E L D[/color] [color=87CEFA]C H I L D H O O D I N A R D E N F E L D[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_______________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][indent][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPeQ9eP_FgY[/youtube] The Feytin family was a peaceful and happy one. Town grocers; a thickly built husband, a plump and vibrant wife, and three healthy children with one more on the way. They lived in a large home that was always in need of some kind of repair, with an even larger garden that the whole household tended to. The patriarch held friendships far and wide through his dealings with merchants, and proof of his bonds filled the family home in the form of knick knacks and tapestry that enchanted his wife and children. It was a well loved and well lived in homestead, nestled deep in the hamlet of Ardenfeld. Danyl was the family's middle child, affectionately called "Danny" by pretty much the entire town. He spent his youth happily gathering other children together and regaling them with tales of places far outside of their little village; his father's stories, with some fun embellishments of his own. He fancied himself mature beyond his years, but he still giggled when someone ruffled his hair. He loved spending time with Mary, exploring and showing off for her. Enjoyed every argument he had with Lyndii about whether something was true or not, and making up afterward over snacks. Was always elated when Shysca from across the way was invited to visit, too young then to realize his elder brother had a crush on her. After a rocky start that involved more than a few bruises he'd even befriended the girl Teth, as close with her as any other in the village. [color=#C0C0C0]I[/color][color=#C0BEBE]n[/color] [color=#C1BABA]t[/color][color=#C1B8B8]h[/color][color=#C1B6B6]o[/color][color=#C2B4B4]s[/color][color=#C2B2B2]e[/color] [color=#C3AEAE]d[/color][color=#C3ACAC]a[/color][color=#C3AAAA]y[/color][color=#C4A8A8]s[/color] [color=#C5A4A4]h[/color][color=#C5A2A2]e[/color] [color=#C69E9E]w[/color][color=#C69C9C]a[/color][color=#C69A9A]n[/color][color=#C79898]t[/color][color=#C79696]e[/color][color=#C79494]d[/color] [color=#C89090]f[/color][color=#C88F8F]o[/color][color=#C98D8D]r[/color] [color=#CA8989]n[/color][color=#CA8787]o[/color][color=#CA8585]t[/color][color=#CB8383]h[/color][color=#CB8181]i[/color][color=#CB7F7F]n[/color][color=#CC7D7D]g[/color][color=#CC7B7B].[/color][color=#CC7979].[/color][color=#CD7777].[/color] [/indent][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] L I F E A T T H E O R P H A N A G E[/color] [color=87CEFA]L I F E A T T H E O R P H A N A G E[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_______________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT]For a long time after the fire, Danyl wished that he had burned up too. He was a boy of nine years when he arrived at the orphanage, his once vibrant personality suffocated by grief. Life in Sarinan could have been worse, but for children ripped from their homes and families and suddenly thrust into an unfamiliar city and made to live with unfamiliar people, it was a whole lot of awful. The only thing that kept Danyl from complete despair was the company of his friends and fellow survivors. In the early days of the orphanage they looked out for each other. They encouraged each other. They were each others' shoulder to cry on, some more than others. And they would always have each other. Until they didn't. One by one the Ardenfeld children left. Even though they'd promised each other that wherever they might go they would meet again at that town, Danyl felt his heart crumple more with every departure. Teth was the last, and when she asked if he remembered their promise he knew she'd leave him too. By the next night Danyl was the only one them still at the orphanage. Everything that had remained of his previous life was gone. That he never fled wasn't surprising; he was not as brave or strong as some of the other kids. That he was never adopted was to be expected; no one wanted to take in a child that had something [i]wrong[/i] with them. During the walk to Sarinan and in the subsequent confusion of the establishment taking on so many new kids at once, the injury he'd taken during the fire had gotten worse. His left eye had been punctured, and by the time healers had gotten around to taking a look it was too late to repair it. His vision had gone completely during the five years he spent at the orphanage. When he was released into the streets of Sarinan with no where to go and no possessions to his name he was a teenager, angry and emotional. He'd gotten over his want to join his family in the next world knew now if he didn't live on in spite of everything, then his family died for nothing. So he did live, scraping by begging in the streets of Sarinan. [/INDENT][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] O N W A R D: A N E W P A T H[/color] [color=87CEFA]O N W A R D: A N E W P A T H[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_______________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT]Months after Danyl began roughing it as a street urchin, one of his father's merchant friends passed through town. The man had no plan to look after the boy, but he could at least give Danyl a ride to the capital city where surely opportunity awaited. That opportunity, it turned out, was being picked up by a thieves' guild. They called themselves [b]Palla Orchids[/b], a slightly facetious name, and they fancied themselves as 'noble thieves' stealing only from those that could afford to lose. Their captain was a man named Victor Mason who took the starving boy in. On a whim, he'd said, after the most amusing look on Danyl's face when he pointed out to the kid that pick-pocketing would fetch more coin than relying on charity. The Orchids' base was more like a criminal hostel than anything. It was hardly a home. The Orchids themselves were certainly not a family, but for most of them this place and these people were all they had. It bred a certain loyalty in them, and the same went for Danyl. With some polish Danyl made a decent thief and burglar. Decent scrapper too, after Victor and some of the other men taught him how to fight. Early on he was deeply ashamed of what he'd become. It was immediately apparent that the guild did not adhere to its noble tenets - but they were taking money and trinkets, not lives or homes. Nothing compared what their targets could be losing. Living there, being with the guild, was a whole lot easier and safer than trying to make it on his own. There, he wasn't greeted with pity or disgust. They traded jokes with him. They called him Danny. He never considered Victor as a surrogate father, but eventually he looked up to the man like one. And he'd always been so damn eager to please. He spent five more years there in Pallaviel, honing his skill. It wasn't much, but it was life. He became a lieutenant in the guild for his as of yet unfailing service, concerning himself only with providing for the guild, keeping himself alive, and keeping his ear to the ground for any leads about a certain bandit group. He fulfilled the captain's every command, whether it was doing the jobs no one else wanted or chasing down deserters before they left the city. Day to day duties kept painful memories at bay on the good days, but they stubbornly clung to him. On the tenth anniversary of the fire, Danyl requested leave, prepared a small pack, and set out for what had once been home. His heart had been hurting all these years, and it was time to cut some of the pain away. He didn't expect any of the friends from back then to remember their promise. When they inevitably didn't show up he would be able to let them go for good. [/INDENT][/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table][hr][/COLOR][/hider] [hider=Wardens first draft][COLOR=dimgray][CENTER][sup][h1][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Bot8NR4.png[/img][/center][b][center][color=black] A S H R A F[/color] [color=5B6BBB]A S H R A F[/color][/center] [/b][/h1][/sup] [color=silver][sup][b]“Remember me! The man whose resolve burns hotter than the desert!”[/b][/sup][/color][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=5B6BBB]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/Xq4llDR.png[/img] [/center][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color] [color=5B6BBB]C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT][sub]As the oldest child in his family, [color=5B6BBB][b]Ashraf In'nalai[/b][/color] has certain responsibilities he must take on. Upholding the reputation of his clan of artisans and minor merchants is one such responsibility, which he feels he is already in danger of failing. Two years ago, Ashraf failed his trial to become an initiate warden. Now he returns to Atutania to correct that embarrassment, success the only option in his mind. [color=5B6BBB][b]Age:[/b][/color] 18 [color=5B6BBB][b]Race:[/b][/color] Human [color=5B6BBB][b]Nationality:[/b][/color] Hahral [color=5B6BBB][b]Weapon of Choice:[/b][/color] Spear and Javelin [color=5B6BBB][b]Elemental Affinity:[/b][/color] Fire [color=5B6BBB][b]Spiritual Affinity:[/b][/color] Light[/sub] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qUtpKL6EAM&]♫[/url] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9yNCuxJ7uts]♪[/url][/INDENT][/color][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color] [color=5B6BBB]C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][indent]On the eve of his sixteenth birthday, Ashraf made the journey across the Sands of Hahral to the city of Atutania with ambitions to become a Warden of the Glade. He traveled with food, clothes, and a sword he was good enough to use for self defense. What he did not bring with him was any desire to protect the realm or its citizens, his goal driven only by self interest. Maybe that was the reason he failed his trial, miserably so. Beaten and humiliated, Ashraf returned home to Akoth where his family welcomed him with open arms. Somehow it was that which hurt the most, finding that the only person disappointed in him was himself. The only reason Ashraf had ventured out to become a knight in the first place was to gain some status on behalf of the In'nalai. They were an old family in the Triumvirate, one of skilled glass makers and blowers who had practiced their trade since before Akoth's establishment. They had always been a small family, both in size and influence, forced to get into the mercantile business in order not to be taken advantage of by larger, wealthier clans. Ashraf would eventually take over as head of the family, and though he was one of the most talented in it at their artisanal craft, he was inept at the business side of affairs for the most part. He learned much better with his hands, rather than through lecture or literature, and unfortunately economics was not something he could hold. Seeing as his father was still hale and had quite a few more years left in him until retirement, Ashraf conceived of a plan to strengthen the family's standing when he inevitably took over even if his mercantile skills weren't up to snuff: a career as one of the realm's knights. It would offer the In'nalai many advantages: prove the next head of the clan a man of valor and strength, instill the thought that the family was skilled not just in their trade but in battle as well, and gain the prestige of the wardens to make any unscrupulous merchant or noble thing twice before messing with them. Not to mention that during the time Ashraf planned to spend in knighthood, his father could use 'to teach his younger sisters the business side of things instead of wasting time trying to instill it in his dense son' (Ashraf's words). Having vowed to return to the wardens and get them to recognize him, Ashraf poured all his time and effort into improving himself. His martial arts training was intense but necessary, though putting himself into the mindset of a protector was still hard for him. Over the years he worked, taking his goal much more seriously this time, and whenever he needed to cool down from warden training he threw himself into the heat of the family's glass furnace. At eighteen he felt he was ready to try again, and once more set foot on the road from Akoth to Atutania. [/INDENT][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N[/color] [color=5B6BBB]C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT]Artistic [color=5B6BBB]⬗[/color] Focused [color=5B6BBB]⬗[/color] Passionate [color=5B6BBB]⬗[/color] Prideful [color=5B6BBB]⬗[/color] Responsible [color=5B6BBB]⬗[/color] Unforgiving [/INDENT][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] A B I L I T I E S[/color] [color=5B6BBB]A B I L I T I E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT]Already familiar with the length and heft of a blowpipe, Ashraf swapped out his sword for a spear and never looked back. Though he found himself no good in the Hahral tradition of archery, he did have good aim in general, and when combined with his excellent hand eye coordination throwing said spear was something he excelled at. Even if not the most physically imposing man, Ashraf's training as honed his body in strength and flexibility, and his trade made him adaptable. Now he is fairly adept with using a spear and javelin, though it must be said he's never had to actually use it in a fight with serious consequence. He has high heat tolerance, high lung capacity, and a strong work ethic. He is also very good with his hands. Writing, drawing, whittling, and other such hobbies are within his means to master. And of course he is a master at blowing and shaping glass for both practical and artistic uses. He is a tactile learner and can quickly pick up almost anything one needs dexterity for. His mother often said that he had some kind of eidetic memory, only with his hands instead of his eyes. As of now, he has not awakened to his magical abilities. [/INDENT][/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table][hr][/COLOR][/hider] [hider=twifate : arcwhis] [COLOR=dimgray][CENTER][sup][h1][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/WOtytr5.png[/img][/center][b][center][color=black] K A Z U Ø[/color] [color=60A492]K A Z U Ø[/color][/center][/b][/h1][/sup] [center][sup][color=60A492]国定 和生[/color][/sup][/center] [color=silver][sup][b]“Quote”[/b][/sup][/color][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=60A492]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/ngdUQKS.png[/img] [/center][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color] [color=60A492]C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT][sub]Something happened to [color=60A492][b]Kunisada Kazuo[/b][/color]. Something that he doesn't talk about. Something bad. Something that maybe he shouldn't have survived. Since then, he's spent the rest of his life so far just waiting for the other shoe to drop. [color=60A492][b]Age:[/b][/color] 16 [color=60A492][b]Fate:[/b][/color] The Tøwer [color=60A492][b]Trope:[/b][/color] School Idol/Social Pariah [color=60A492][b]Awakened Weapon:[/b][/color] [LOCKED] [color=60A492][b]Elemental Affinity:[/b][/color] [LOCKED][/sub] [/INDENT][/color][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [INDENT][sub]‹ [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUIIkBZVzTU][color=60A492]♫ The Seed[/color][/url] › ‹ [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gFAXa7lpZmA][color=60A492]♫ No Rain, No Flowers[/color][/url] ›[/sub][/INDENT] [/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color] [color=60A492]C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][indent]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Aenean dignissim libero quis mollis volutpat. Donec porttitor est vitae arcu dapibus, ut vehicula est mollis. Vivamus felis turpis, pulvinar rhoncus ligula sed, tempus varius nisl. Sed non dui commodo, imperdiet purus a, interdum nisl. Suspendisse condimentum nisl vitae orci maximus malesuada. Aenean ac lacus sagittis, ornare nisl ut, volutpat elit. Morbi vel elit sapien. Sed id tristique tortor, nec luctus libero. Praesent quis magna at ipsum porttitor semper. Nulla condimentum hendrerit aliquet. Proin sed erat dictum, euismod dui eu, blandit mi. Morbi dignissim efficitur urna, in efficitur ex rhoncus vel. Sed ac interdum erat, ac fringilla risus. Curabitur eu hendrerit metus. Nunc placerat ex ac elit pretium, volutpat sollicitudin ligula mattis. Donec vestibulum augue sit amet quam pretium, ac tincidunt eros egestas. Proin iaculis, augue ut pulvinar cursus, lorem neque lacinia ante, sit amet cursus sapien dui sit amet turpis. [/INDENT][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N[/color] [color=60A492]C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT]Careful? [color=60A492]⬗[/color] Observant [color=60A492]⬗[/color] Superstitious? [color=60A492]⬗[/color] Trait [color=60A492]⬗[/color] Trait [color=60A492]⬗[/color] Reticent [/INDENT][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] A B I L I T I E S[/color] [color=60A492]A B I L I T I E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT]A description indicating a character's awakened magical aptitude so I know if its balanced for play. We will be fighting insane alters, cosmic eldritch horrors, and other strange stuff. Think medium-to-high power for scaling. [/INDENT][/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table][hr][/COLOR] The Tower/The Lightning/The House of God [u]Upright[/u]: sudden upheaval, broken pride, disaster/ Misery, distress, indigence, adversity, calamity, disgrace, deception, ruin/ Chaos, destruction, trauma, unexpected change, loss, tragedy, revelations, confusion, pain, divorce, abuse, violence, bankruptcy, natural disasters/ [u]Reversed[/u]: disaster avoided, delayed disaster, fear of suffering/ Negligence, absence, distribution, carelessness, distraction, apathy, nullity, vanity/ Resisting change, averting disaster, avoiding tragedy, delaying the inevitable, avoiding loss "The Tower symbolizes the need for things to be built on solid foundations. The doom, destruction, sorrow and pain portrayed in the card is what happens when things fall apart." "When the tower appears it means a change is coming. Illusions are being stripped away. People are going to reveal their true selves. All the stress and angst of keeping things from falling apart is over because it’s all going to fall. When the tower has passed (-> The Star), everything in your life is as it should be" Motif/abilities should invoke [b]comets[/b] "Comets, in their spiritual context, are seen as heralds of profound change, signaling the end of one phase and the beginning of another in our lives." "In various cultures, comets have been associated with both positive and negative symbolism, often signifying significant change or disruption in the natural world or human affairs. Comets are sometimes viewed as harbingers of doom or disaster, while other interpretations suggest they are messengers of the gods or celestial events foretelling important occurrences." Unless someone chooses The Star of course, although The Tower and The Star are neighbors and closely related, so perhaps it would be cool to have a "star-like" theme for The Tower, and vice versa ? Otherwise will just do lightning. The name of the card is literally "lightning" in some decks after all. While fire represents both destruction and creation, a concept I very much like in characters, lightning can be much the same: destruction, transformation, power, energy. Also loosely divinity, illumination. Although a very broad "weather" element sounds fun probably a bit too much. So Lightning/"Comet". Maybe "Storm" could work as an element? ...or just stick with lightning. Lightning element should also include thunder, for sound waves, big booms, general stuff like that. Also to lean more into Tower I like sort of a self destructive theme? Like for example if lightning, the abilities cause some kind of pain or backfiring once used, or super charged state takes a very heavy toll or something. [u]Name options: [/u] Kazuo (和生, peaceful life) Kousei (孝星, mourning star) Keito (彗人, comet person) Surname options? Kunisada, Kaida, maybe go with like Kouseida even if it isn't normally a name? Alternate color scheme below, green -> purple. Green was because I liked it and can symbolize rebirth after tragedy (but then again that is also leaning more towards The Star). Also could be a minor "envy" thing in regards to the lives of others. Purple is power, divinity, lighting, and the color of hyacinths. [hider=Alt. Color][COLOR=dimgray][CENTER][sup][h1][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/J3A1e9o.png[/img][/center][b][center][color=black] K A Z U Ø[/color] [color=B4A7EF]K A Z U Ø[/color][/center][/b][/h1][/sup] [center][sup][color=B4A7EF]国定 和生[/color][/sup][/center] [color=silver][sup][b]“I don't really know what it is I'm looking for... absolution, I guess...”[/b][/sup][/color][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=B4A7EF]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/gpOHThq.png[/img] [/center][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color] [color=B4A7EF]C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT][sub]Something happened to [color=B4A7EF][b]Kunisada Kazuo[/b][/color]. Something that he doesn't talk about. Something bad. Something that maybe he shouldn't have survived. Since then, he's spent the rest of his life so far just waiting for the other shoe to drop. [color=B4A7EF][b]Age:[/b][/color] 16 [color=B4A7EF][b]Fate:[/b][/color] The Tøwer [color=B4A7EF][b]Trope:[/b][/color] School Idol/Social Pariah [color=B4A7EF][b]Awakened Weapon:[/b][/color] [LOCKED] [color=B4A7EF][b]Elemental Affinity:[/b][/color] [LOCKED][/sub] [/INDENT][/color][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [INDENT][sub]‹ [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUIIkBZVzTU][color=B4A7EF]♫ The Seed[/color][/url] › ‹ [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gFAXa7lpZmA][color=B4A7EF]♫ No Rain, No Flowers[/color][/url] ›[/sub][/INDENT] [/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color] [color=B4A7EF]C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][indent]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Aenean dignissim libero quis mollis volutpat. Donec porttitor est vitae arcu dapibus, ut vehicula est mollis. Vivamus felis turpis, pulvinar rhoncus ligula sed, tempus varius nisl. Sed non dui commodo, imperdiet purus a, interdum nisl. Suspendisse condimentum nisl vitae orci maximus malesuada. Aenean ac lacus sagittis, ornare nisl ut, volutpat elit. Morbi vel elit sapien. Sed id tristique tortor, nec luctus libero. Praesent quis magna at ipsum porttitor semper. Nulla condimentum hendrerit aliquet. Proin sed erat dictum, euismod dui eu, blandit mi. Morbi dignissim efficitur urna, in efficitur ex rhoncus vel. Sed ac interdum erat, ac fringilla risus. Curabitur eu hendrerit metus. Nunc placerat ex ac elit pretium, volutpat sollicitudin ligula mattis. Donec vestibulum augue sit amet quam pretium, ac tincidunt eros egestas. Proin iaculis, augue ut pulvinar cursus, lorem neque lacinia ante, sit amet cursus sapien dui sit amet turpis. [/INDENT][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N[/color] [color=B4A7EF]C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT]Careful? [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Observant [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Superstitious? [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Trait [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Trait [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Reticent [/INDENT][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] A B I L I T I E S[/color] [color=B4A7EF]A B I L I T I E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT]A description indicating a character's awakened magical aptitude so I know if its balanced for play. We will be fighting insane alters, cosmic eldritch horrors, and other strange stuff. Think medium-to-high power for scaling. [/INDENT][/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table][hr][/COLOR][/hider] Overall, given that "fate and destiny" are important themes, Kazuo (probably sticking with that given name) believes that it is his "fate" to suffer (and/or die). The tragic, traumatic event from his past that shocked his hair white triggers, in his mind, a kind of "Final Destination" style vibe that haunts his life. Depending on the student archetype he ends up with, the disastrous coincidences will either affect himself (Social Pariah) or those around him (School Idol). Either, self destructive tendencies will be part of the chara. As far as character progression, he should eventually come to form bonds worth surviving for. I once again go back to the arcana order in which The Tower leads into The Star, so if no one takes The Star I will lean very much into the "rebuilding after disaster" theme of these two cards together. Alone as just The Tower it still works, as The Tower's rebuilding only to fall again is the cycle of Kazuo's life, and with the bonds formed over the course of the story, it would be making a solid enough tower that it won't fall. "distancing oneself from love, isolation vs compassion" - heart pairing "Driven by isolation, pessimism and denial, human characters of the Tower Arcana are typically arrogant and introverted, isolated somewhat of their own volition but in part because of treatment from others around them. They are never immediately receptive to the protagonist, requiring some way of proving themselves before talking with them. The harshness of reality gets to them, forcing them to face their feelings. The protagonist's bond with them gives them the courage and understanding to break out of their isolation and establish more relationships with others." [hider=first draft CS for real][COLOR=dimgray][CENTER][sup][h1][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/NZI3Wx8.png[/img][/center][b][center][color=black] K A Z U Ø[/color] [color=B4A7EF]K A Z U Ø[/color][/center][/b][/h1][/sup] [center][sup][color=B4A7EF]国定 和生[/color][/sup][/center] [color=silver][sup][b]“I don't really know what it is I'm looking for... absolution, I guess...”[/b][/sup][/color][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=B4A7EF]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/Fjoqjey.png[/img] [/center][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color] [color=B4A7EF]C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT][sub]Something happened to [color=B4A7EF][b]Kunisada Kazuo[/b][/color]. Something that he doesn't talk about. Something bad. Something that maybe he shouldn't have survived. Since then, he's just been waiting for the other shoe to drop. And it will drop. He can feel it. If he's lucky it will be on his terms when it does. Until then, he's making the most of his life. [color=B4A7EF][b]Age:[/b][/color] 16 [color=B4A7EF][b]Fate:[/b][/color] [url=https://labyrinthos.co/blogs/tarot-card-meanings-list/the-tower-meaning-major-arcana-tarot-card-meanings]The Tøwer[/url] [color=B4A7EF][b]Trope:[/b][/color] School Idol [color=B4A7EF][b]Awakened Weapon:[/b][/color] [LOCKED] [color=B4A7EF][b]Elemental Affinity:[/b][/color] [LOCKED][/sub] [/INDENT][/color] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color] [color=B4A7EF]C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][indent][justify][i]"I'm glad it wasn't me."[/i] Kazuo knew as soon as he'd said it that it had been a mistake. His grandparents looked mortified and his father had gone green in the face. He was scolded for his words, too young then not to think he was being scolded for the thought itself. He didn't say it again, but not being spoken aloud didn't erase the feeling. Nor the growing shame that accompanied it. It was hard trying to process his own feelings and those of others in the aftermath. Further out from it too. There was an appropriate level of sadness and grief; showing too much or too little was a cause for concern. These levels changed when who it was being shown to was taken into consideration as well. It was quite exhausting to keep track of the web of friends, family, and professionals, and what to say to whom. He messed up more than once. [i]"Should it have been me?"[/i] When he echoed the sentiment he'd heard others murmur after the next accident, Kazuo's father had pulled him into such a tight embrace that he thought he might end up with another snapped bone. [i]Never say that,[/i] the man told him, and Kazuo obliged. He was a little older now, better at deducing what people wanted to hear and telling it to them. What they didn't want to hear and keeping his mouth shut. And he was pretty sure he was really starting to grasp what everyone expected of him. He was meant to carry this sorrow for the rest of his life. But he didn't want to. [center][sup][color=gray]____________________________________________________________________________[/color][/sup][/center]Kazuo doesn't like living in Hiroshima. He didn't like the last place they lived in either. He much preferred the quieter Tottori, the modest house and happy family he had in that town, but... well. He knew they could never go back there. Even if his dad hadn't said as much when they first moved, when Kazuo's dark hair had already almost all blanched into white, he knew. That said, Hashiguchi High isn't all bad. He'd ended up with a lot of... friends. Or people that seemed to like him, at any rate. As a transfer student, especially a good looking one, others had been quick to flock to him. He was smart and athletic, and had an endearingly nurturing side as evidenced by his participation in the school's gardening club that contrasted the more cool, aloof side of him that people normally saw. There was an almost mysterious air about him that drew the interest of girls, and yet an apparent fearlessness that earned the respect of boys when he took on any and every class dare. He's popular with everyone, fairly easy to talk to despite the naturally formed distance between himself and his peers. But it's only a matter of time, Kazuo knows, before something else happens. Before he messes up again. When he says something he shouldn't, shows something he shouldn't, remembers something he's supposed to pretend he doesn't. When keeping track of who to be and when becomes less important than just enjoying himself, and guilt wells up, and Self-Destructive Kazuo shows up when it should have been Student Kazuo or Friend Kazuo or Caring Son Kazuo. It was a matter of time, but it wasn't now. Right now he's subbing in on Hashiguchi's soccer team and gently letting a girl who'd asked him out down. Right now he's letting himself be treated to a meal and then sneaking into a movie. Right now he's leaping into rivers and growing hyacinths in the school's garden. Right now, he's okay. And if his hands still trembled at every peal of thunder, if his heart trembled at the thought of staring into the flame in his memory, if he planted his feet and remained stuck between moving on and never rebuilding... well. That was no one's business but his own. [/justify] [/INDENT][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N[/color] [color=B4A7EF]C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT]Reckless [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Observant [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Selfish [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Trait [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Trait [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Reticent > Grateful? Contrite? Placating? Maybe some good traits lmao? [/INDENT][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] A B I L I T I E S[/color] [color=B4A7EF]A B I L I T I E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT][LOCKED] [/INDENT][/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table][hr][/COLOR][/hider] [/hider] [hider=arcwhis 2nd draft][COLOR=dimgray][CENTER][sup][h1][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/vu2gLfv.png[/img][/center][b][center][color=black] K A Z U Ø[/color] [color=B4A7EF]K A Z U Ø[/color][/center][/b][/h1][/sup] [center][sup][color=B4A7EF]国定 和生[/color][/sup][/center] [color=silver][sup][b]“I don't really know what it is I'm looking for... absolution, I guess...”[/b][/sup][/color][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=B4A7EF]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/Fjoqjey.png[/img] [/center][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color] [color=B4A7EF]C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT][sub]Something happened to [color=B4A7EF][b]Kunisada Kazuo[/b][/color]. Something that he doesn't talk about. Something bad. Something that maybe he shouldn't have survived. Since then, he's just been waiting for the other shoe to drop. And it will drop. He can feel it. If he's lucky it will be on his terms when it does. Until then, making the most of his life. Or, perhaps, testing the limits of his borrowed time. [color=B4A7EF][b]Age:[/b][/color] 16 [color=B4A7EF][b]Fate:[/b][/color] [url=https://labyrinthos.co/blogs/tarot-card-meanings-list/the-tower-meaning-major-arcana-tarot-card-meanings]The Tøwer[/url] [color=B4A7EF][b]Trope:[/b][/color] School Idol [color=B4A7EF][b]Awakened Weapon:[/b][/color] [LOCKED] [color=B4A7EF][b]Elemental Affinity:[/b][/color] [LOCKED][/sub] [/INDENT][/color] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color] [color=B4A7EF]C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][indent][justify][i]"I'm glad it wasn't me."[/i] Kazuo knew as soon as he'd said it that it had been a mistake. His grandparents looked mortified and his father had gone green in the face. He was scolded for his words, too young then not to think he was being scolded for the thought itself. He didn't say it again, but not being spoken aloud didn't erase the feeling. Nor the growing shame that accompanied it. It was hard trying to process his own feelings and those of others in the aftermath. Further out from it too. There was an appropriate level of sadness and grief; showing too much or too little was a cause for concern. These levels changed when who it was being shown to was taken into consideration as well. It was quite exhausting to keep track of the web of friends, family, and professionals, and what to say to whom. He messed up more than once. [i]"Should it have been me?"[/i] When he echoed the sentiment he'd heard others murmur after the next accident, Kazuo's father had pulled him into such a tight embrace that he thought he might end up with another snapped bone. [i]Never say that,[/i] the man told him, and Kazuo obliged. He was a little older now, better at deducing what people wanted to hear and telling it to them. What they didn't want to hear and keeping his mouth shut. And he was pretty sure he was really starting to grasp what everyone expected of him. He was meant to carry this sorrow for the rest of his life. But he didn't want to. [center][sup][color=gray]____________________________________________________________________________[/color][/sup][/center]Kazuo doesn't like living in Hiroshima. He didn't like the last place they lived in either. He much preferred the quieter Tottori, the modest house and happy family he had in that town, but... well. He knew they could never go back there. Even if his dad hadn't said as much when they first moved, when Kazuo's dark hair had already almost all blanched into white, he knew. That said, Hashiguchi High isn't all bad. He'd ended up with a lot of... friends. Or people that seemed to like him, at any rate. As a transfer student, especially a good looking one, others had been quick to flock to him. He was smart and athletic, and had an endearingly nurturing side as evidenced by his participation in the school's gardening club that contrasted the more cool, aloof side of him that people normally saw. There was an almost mysterious air about him that drew the interest of girls, and yet an apparent fearlessness that earned the respect of boys when he took on any and every class dare. He's popular with everyone, fairly easy to talk to despite the naturally formed distance between himself and his peers. But it's only a matter of time, Kazuo knows, before something else happens. Before he messes up again. When he says something he shouldn't, shows something he shouldn't, remembers something he's supposed to pretend he doesn't. When keeping track of who to be and when becomes less important than just enjoying himself, and guilt wells up, and Self-Destructive Kazuo shows up when it should have been Student Kazuo or Friend Kazuo or Caring Son Kazuo. It was a matter of time, but it wasn't now. Right now he's subbing in on Hashiguchi's soccer team and gently letting a girl who'd asked him out down. Right now he's letting himself be treated to a meal and then sneaking into a movie. Right now he's leaping into rivers and growing hyacinths in the school's garden. Right now, he's okay. And if his hands still trembled at every peal of thunder, if his heart trembled at the thought of staring into the flame in his memory, if he planted his feet and remained stuck between moving on and never rebuilding... well. That was no one's business but his own. [/justify] [/INDENT][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N[/color] [color=B4A7EF]C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT]Reckless [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Observant [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Selfish [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Trait [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Trait [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Reticent > Grateful? Contrite? Placating? Glib? Maybe some good traits lmao? [/INDENT][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] A B I L I T I E S[/color] [color=B4A7EF]A B I L I T I E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT][LOCKED] [/INDENT][/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table][hr][/COLOR][/hider] [hider=another one][COLOR=dimgray][CENTER][sup][h1][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/NZI3Wx8.png[/img][/center][b][center][color=black] K A Z U Ø[/color] [color=B4A7EF]K A Z U Ø[/color][/center][/b][/h1][/sup] [center][sup][color=B4A7EF]国定 和生[/color][/sup][/center] [color=silver][sup][b]“I don't really know what it is I'm looking for. At all. But it's not like anyone else does either.”[/b][/sup][/color][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=B4A7EF]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/DNBDepG.png[/img] [/center][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color] [color=B4A7EF]C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT][sub]Something happened to [color=B4A7EF][b]Kunisada Kazuo[/b][/color]. Something that he doesn't talk about. Something bad. Something that maybe he shouldn't have survived. Since then, he's just been waiting for the other shoe to drop. And it will drop. He can feel it. If he's lucky it will be on his terms when it does. Until then, he's making the most of his life. Or, perhaps, testing the limits of his borrowed time. [color=B4A7EF][b]Age:[/b][/color] 16 [color=B4A7EF][b]Fate:[/b][/color] [url=https://labyrinthos.co/blogs/tarot-card-meanings-list/the-tower-meaning-major-arcana-tarot-card-meanings]The Tøwer[/url] [color=B4A7EF][b]Trope:[/b][/color] School Idol [color=B4A7EF][b]Awakened Weapon:[/b][/color] [LOCKED] [color=B4A7EF][b]Elemental Affinity:[/b][/color] [LOCKED][/sub] [/INDENT][/color][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [INDENT][sub]‹ [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jIvH_KWYHgA]♫[/url] ›[/sub][/INDENT] [/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color] [color=B4A7EF]C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][indent][justify][i]"I'm glad it wasn't me."[/i] Kazuo knew as soon as he'd said it that it had been a mistake. His grandparents looked mortified and his father had gone green in the face. He was scolded for his words, too young then not to think he was being scolded for the thought itself. He didn't say it again, but keeping it to himself did not erase the feeling, nor the learned shame that accompanied it. It was hard trying to process his own feelings and those of others in the aftermath. There was an appropriate level of sadness and grief; showing too much or too little was a cause for concern, and the level changed when who it was being shown to was taken into consideration. There were suddenly a lot more people in his life too, many more than what he'd lost. It was exhausting, keeping track of the tangle of friends, neighbors, family, and professionals - learning what to say to whom and when to say it. It was suffocating, feeling eyes on him all the time, trying to gauge how okay he was or looking at him with a new air of wariness when his dark hair began to pale. He knew he messed up more than once, but he was getting older, better at reading people, at deducing what they wanted to hear and telling it to them. That was why he was pretty sure he wasn't imagining what everyone, from those that whispered he was unlucky to even his father, expected of him. He didn't want to be made to carry sorrow around for the rest of his life, but he could pretend. He was getting pretty good at it—and it would only get easier. Kazuo didn't like living in Hiroshima. He much preferred the quieter Tottori, the modest house and happy family he had in that town, but... well. He knew they could never go back there. Even if his dad hadn't said as much when they first moved, he knew. The man had said a change would be good for him, but honestly Kazuo thought it was more for his dad's own sake than anything else. Regardless, he was no longer surrounded by so many people that looked at him with expectation or pity. Hashiguchi High wasn't all bad, there were new people and new patterns to learn, but he was more equipped to deal with it. Now, instead of undoing a tangled mess of threads, he maintained a curated web of relationships in his new setting. As a transfer student in his first year, especially a good looking one, his peers had been quick to flock to him. On top of that he was smart and athletic, with an endearingly nurturing side as evidenced by his participation in the school's gardening club. Kazuo had learned how to make himself superficially easy to talk to a long time ago and yet he was not above joining in on some mean-spirited teasing, both of which helped cement his status in the school's hierarchy by his second year. Learning how to keep in someone's good graces meant he could just as easily get under their skin, and if he had to tear others down to build himself up, he would. There were a lot of benefits to keeping himself well liked, after all, and he'd ended up with a lot of people that seemed to like him. More than anything though it was his apparent fearlessness that earned the respect of his classmates. In social matters and physical challenges both, Kazuo never backed down. He took on any and every class dare and performed increasingly risky stunts. He did it for himself, not them; looking cool in front of his peers was really just a fortunate side-effect. Kazuo liked when pulling breath was a little achy, needed to hear his own pulse pound in his ears, all so that he could prove something unspoken to himself. He knew it was only a matter of time before [i]something[/i] happened again. Before some part of him he was supposed to pretend wasn't there showed through, or he lost track of who to be and when. It was a matter of time, but it wasn't now. Right now he's subbing in one of Hashiguchi's sports teams and gently letting a girl who'd asked him out down. Right now he's leaping into rivers and growing hyacinths in the school's garden. Right now he's pushing down guilt and enjoying his life as Hashiguchi's fearless star. ...and if his hands still trembled at every peal of thunder, if his heart trembled at the thought of staring into the flame in his memory, remaining stuck between never rebuilding and moving on... well. That was no one's business but his own. [/justify] [/INDENT][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N[/color] [color=B4A7EF]C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT]Reckless [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Savvy [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Selfish [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Contrite [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Sentimental [color=B4A7EF]⬗[/color] Pessimistic [/INDENT][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] A B I L I T I E S[/color] [color=B4A7EF]A B I L I T I E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT][LOCKED] [/INDENT][/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table][hr][/COLOR][/hider] [hr][hr] [hider=Cade Sinclair: Svalinn][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/0smMSj0.png[/img][/center] [color=8B98F2][u][b][h3]Basic Information[/h3][/b][/u][/color][indent][b]Name[/b]: Cade Sinclair [b]Age[/b]: 23 [b]Gender[/b]: Male [u][b]Appearance (Before Awakening)[/b][/u]: A fair-skinned, lightly freckled young man with an athletic body type built through sports like wrestling and soccer, as well as stolen gym time. He stood about 5'10 (but told people he was 6'), with deep brown eyes and a mop of red hair. His style mostly consisted of shorts, hoodies and athletic wear, though with a surprisingly stylish bent when he can afford it. [u][b]Appearance (After Awakening)[/b][/u]: [url=https://i.imgur.com/0Rc1Ohj.png](In full)[/url] His hair and skin grew slightly paler, duller (save for a bold streak of new color), while his eyes turned a bright, ethereal icy blue. When he goes full throttle it's almost like halos of light form around these eyes, sun through ice. His body filled out more, he became a little broader, and patterns took shape on his skin. These curling, cold to the touch, angular feathered designs take up the entirety of his back, tapering off as they reach down his hips, his biceps where they crest over his shoulders, and his hair line as they crawl up and around the nape of his neck. At first glance they might appear to be bright white tattoos, but with a closer look it easily becomes apparent that it's a layer of frost embedded in his skin that at times grows or contracts a little but never disappears. He also grew a little taller, though to his dismay still hasn't broken 6'. Still lies about it. His sense of style hasn't changed much, though he now always dresses more warmly. Like gloves and thermals throughout the year warmly.[/indent][color=8B98F2][u][b][h3]Awakening Details[/h3][/b][/u][/color][indent][b]Vision[/b]: [i]"Can you save even these people?"[/i] She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and would ever see. She stepped towards the shallows framed by a bright sun and rippling golden grass, ice peaked cliffs and warm fertile volcanic soil. She raised her left hand from the water which shimmered with silvery light. She raised her right hand which rippled with reddish heat. She held out the left, an invitation and a challenge. She held out the right, and her eyes suddenly flickered to the space at Cade's side. He looked too, eyes widening in shock. [i]"Oh my, this is unusual..."[/i] [b]Rank[/b]: 1st...? [b][u]Summoned Weapon[/u][/b] [list][*][i][b][color=8B98F2]Svalinn[/color][/b][/i] - Nordic Myth[/list][/indent][color=8B98F2][u][b][h3]Lore & Power[/h3][/b][/u][/color][indent][b][u]Origin Story[/u][/b]: The shivering shield of the goddess Sól which hangs in the sky before the sun in Norse mythos. It protects the earth as a whole, allowing humanity to withstand the sun's rays. If it should ever fall, as told by Odin, the entire planet would burn. [b][u]Relative Strength[/u][/b]: [abbr=7]★★★★★★★✩✩✩[/abbr] A myth with old, deep roots, concerning the protection of all creation... but in reality it has left the minds of most people and has been overshadowed by more contemporary legends. [b][u]Manifestation[/u][/b]: A massive circular iron shield, just over 4' in diameter. It is absolutely as heavy as it looks, though for Cade it might as well be just a big frisbee... since it floats, moving in tune to his will. When manifested but at rest, it hovers at his back. It is slightly concave, and on its face are concentric circles that radiate out from the center where a bubbly depiction of a sun is etched. Within each ring various runes are deeply carved, growing more numerous and elaborate as they reach the final ring on the shield's edge. When Svalinn's chilling magic is used the runes glow by stages according to its output, though even when not actively in use it is so cold to the touch that it can affect the air around it. It also affects Cade himself: he can wield the weapon perfectly fine alone, but if his sister isn't around to thermoregulate him then his frost layer builds up, slowing him down and otherwise negatively affecting his body. [u][b]Attributes[/b][/u] [list][*][b]Might[/b]: [abbr=3]★★★✩✩[/abbr] [color=lightgray]Already fairly strong as an athlete and vigilante, his Awakening just kicked it up a notch. His weapon is no sword of destruction, but getting domed with a two ton slab of iron still really hurts.[/color] [*][b]Agility[/b]: [abbr=2]★★✩✩✩[/abbr] [color=lightgray]Not having to worry about lugging said two tons around means his speed doesn't suffer, and the shield is decently swift as it moves. Not the speediest, but good reflexes.[/color] [*][b]Endurance[/b]: [abbr=3]★★★✩✩[/abbr] [color=lightgray]It's not like Cade has tested it (lies, he totally has), but Svalinn is practically indestructible. Cade [i]himself[/i] is not, though Awakening has made him a lot tougher in general.[/color] [*][b]Presence[/b]: [abbr=2]★★✩✩✩[/abbr] [color=lightgray]He has a strong will, but that's about all he has. It's through his willpower that he forces out his confidence and heroism. He's still working on everything else.[/color] [*][b]Instinct[/b]: [abbr=2]★★✩✩✩[/abbr] [color=lightgray]A honed intuition since childhood with some experience in getting into fist fights, his instinct is higher than a newly Awakened but far still from that of a trained combatant. He'll get there, though.[/color] [*][b]Resonance[/b]: [abbr=3]★★★✩✩[/abbr] [color=lightgray]Cade was meant to be a 2nd Rank, with two weapons that would balance each other out and a strong potential for growth. He still has that potential even with only Svalinn, and his resonance level means his side effects are not as pronounced as a certain someone else's.[/color] [/list][/indent][color=8B98F2][u][b][h3]Guild Information[/h3][/b][/u][/color][indent][b]Heroic Alias[/b]: 'Svalinn' [b]Guild Assessment Result[/b]: -- [b][u]Affiliation[/u][/b]: If there is one good thing that the mega-corps have done for the world, it is the creation of the guilds. Though its only been a year, Cade has seen their positive impact for himself. Add the fact that they're the only real way make use of his power without risk of being slapped with a criminal charge or lawsuit and it means that Cade is essentially all-in on guild work, even if their sponsors are suspect to say the least. The Order of the Lake claims to be different, but though Cade is relatively loyal to it he isn't dumb enough to trust said claim at face value.[/indent][color=8B98F2][u][b][h3]Background[/h3][/b][/u][/color][indent][b][u]Personality[/u][/b]: Cade is competitive, critical, and confrontational. He has none of the charm one might expect from a traditional hero, but god damn if he doesn't [i]pretend[/i] that he does. He attempts to come off as someone with a cooler head than he has, but needless to say he does a poor job of it. He likens himself to a leader but is the type to unintentionally sabotage others in the field by always going to grab the spotlight. He thinks he is better than everyone else. Scratch that - he [i]is[/i] better. He has to be, because if he isn't then what's the point? For a guy who's awakened weapon is a giant shield meant to protect people, it's sort of funny that there's probably a big [i]does not play well with others[/i] notice stamped across his guild file. Hopefully they were nice and wrote [i]teamwork needs improvement[/i] instead. Since he lacks true charisma his cocky attitude often rubs people the wrong way, especially if they're able to tell that his self-confidence is rather forced. His cheeky grin just a little too tight. It does not come easily to him, but then again, nothing ever did. To say that Cade is emotionally closed off would be correct. He is not as trusting as his sister, and not as friendly either (he tries, sometimes). He grew up with a lot of hidden frustrations that he had no outlet for, artistic or otherwise, and he still harbors some of them. There is one person who he can never seem to hide even the smallest thing from, but he tries not to rely on her too much. He doesn't want -doesn't [i]need[/i]- to rely on anyone. Because they should be relying on him. Despite all of the evidence pointing towards a conclusion that Cade is abrasive at best and an asshole at worst, he is trustworthy and responsible enough that even strangers can, in fact, rely on him. To be useful, needed, and important to people are desires he holds in his heart even if at times he doesn't directly acknowledge them. He hates to see people hurting and tends to shoulder any and every burden himself. It may prove difficult, but over time it might be possible for his teammates to see the softer, caring, more playful side to him that he normally only shows to people he loves. [b][u]On Awakening[/u][/b]: It's been a couple months since Cade awakened. He actually finds it pretty sweet. Now his path is decided for him, or... more like a role he was destined for has finally appeared. Even though the other half of his Awakening was interrupted, and now he's always just a little cold at minimum even when he isn't using Svalinn, and his body gets tense, stiff, and wracked with shivers in the aftermath when he does if he wasn't close enough to CC, and he's been more prone to getting sick... It's worth it. And is he proud of CC for being able to utilize that sword and choosing to help others with it, like he's doing with his shield? Of course he is! She's amazing (don't tell her he said that). But is he also feeling conflicted because Lævateinn was meant to be [i]his?[/i] ...yes, of course he is. He is equal parts guilty and jealous, his frustration over both the good and the bad sitting dense in the pit of his stomach. [b][u]History[/u][/b]: The Sinclair family was definitely not expecting twins. With their budget they would have struggled to support a third mouth let alone a fourth, but it wasn't exactly something that they could control. Even while living in a metropolis waylaid by corporate price gouging, corporate wage theft, and of course corporate controlled rented flats they chose to keep them. Somehow they'd scrape by. And they did, for a while. It took years following Cade and Cecilia's birth for things to really go south. The latest round of layoffs had come for their father's job, and suddenly living on one parent's measly paycheck wasn't going to cut it. Yet the job market was brutal, especially for anyone with a shred of pride still left in them. Repeated failure, a sense of emasculation, and escalating arguments between husband and wife led to a building resentment that finally saw their father throw up his hands and walk out. To this day he hasn't come back. Their mother scrambled to make ends meet, taking extra shifts and part-time jobs, but there were too many months in missed rent and no extended family to fall back on. Eventually the kind, hard-working woman had to pack her kids up and leave. They lived in and out of shelters until their mother could secure a tiny, cheap apartment for them. For Cade, still only a child then, he had to step up. He was now the man of the family. His dad was weak, a quitter. Not like mom, not like CC, and definitely not like him. He had to protect them all from pushy loan sharks preying on the poor, from thieves and creeps that skulked about the city day and night. When he got old enough he took odd jobs too, anything to help out even just a little. He liked to think his efforts really helped his mom so that she could rest easier knowing that every time she had to leave the twins alone that they'd be alright so long as Cade had anything to say about. They were on their own together more often than not after all, when they went to and from their crappy public school and when they waited for mom's shifts to end at home. As they grew up things got easier, all three of the Sinclairs working their asses off to get to a better place. By the time Cade and CC were in their final years of high school it seemed to have paid off; with Cade actually able to work part-time himself their mom didn't have to handle everything alone, and CC had even landed a scholarship for college. Things were changing for the better, but there was a weird new twisted feeling in Cade's gut. He and CC had been extremely close growing up; they'd had to share everything out of necessity, and really only had each other to rely on, on top of being twins. And now she was going to head off to college for her art, a passion she shared with their mother that the woman had needed to give up. That similarity Cade didn't have had already driven a little bit of a wedge between his mom and himself, hastening her son's independence, but if it was going to mean growing apart from CC too... then what was he supposed to do? What did he even want out of life? He'd done great in his school sports teams (the ones that hadn't kicked him out for his attitude), but wasn't scouted. He'd made sure to keep his grades up near the top of his class, but he wasn't even close to valedictorian. There were many things he was good at but none he was best in, though not for lack of trying. He didn't have something that he wanted to truly chase. So he applied for a grant, and after being surprised that it was given it to him, simply followed CC to further education. When he told her it was because he was worried about her going off on her own, it wasn't totally a lie. He took only the bare minimum amount of classes, spending more time working and putting money into the siblings' shitty shared room on city campus. Discontent but not quite able to place the feeling, Cade used what free time he had on certain extracurriculars. The kind that involved going out at night with bandanas wrapped around faces and baseball bats with words like [i]justice[/i] written on them. It was easy for Cade to fall into the vigilantism movement. He was an effected and frustrated youth. He had seen the city's bad side over and over, but he'd also met the few on the good side, and it was clear to him which one he'd rather be on. It started with coming upon a mugging while walking home after a night class. He wasn't a child anymore, he could provide tangible help - so he did. He returned to the apartment with a bruised cheek and split lip, but had ended up with a grateful new friend. The guy asked Cade to join a small posse to help make sure his girlfriend's boss never harassed her again, which they did by putting the man into a hospital. And from there recruited to larger movements, participating in more organized action under cover night. And, sometimes, even just solo rocking a scarf and goggles as he acted as free campus security. It was something. It provided a decent physical way to de-stress, a little feeling that he was doing some good. He couldn't exactly get away with making up excuses for the wounds he returned home with, especially after the whole 'Awakening' thing started and it turned out a gaggle of well-meaning citizens was no match for one dude with a glowing sword. They'd barely escaped with their lives. These new ridiculous 'villains' had been showing up more an more, and it pissed Cade off that they were using their weird powers for petty things. It sure would be nice to get one of those glowing swords himself though. That night had been particularly rough. Cade made CC promise not to tell their mom, and in turn promised her that he'd be fine. This was all fine. It was something. He was doing [i]something.[/i] Eventually, even if only a little, he would help make the city a safer, better place. For everyone, [i]for CC[/i] - as long as he could make sure she'd always [i]be there[/i], could keep her [i]safe--[/i] [i]"Can you save even these people?"[/i] [b][u]Motivation[/u][/b]: It is, a little bit, what he's always wanted to do. Besides, why would he hurt people when he could help them instead? ...besides the villains he'll be fighting of course. Perpetuating the cycle of violence is based when its against unrepentant evildoers. [color=8B98F2][u][b]Optional[/b][/u]:[/color] [b]Side Roles[/b]: Journalist sounds fun, so if needed I can certainly play a journalist every now and then! Also wouldn't mind playing a villain or two, minor, recurring or otherwise. [b]Theme Song / Quote[/b]: TBD[/indent][/hider] [hr][hr] [hider=Fen fen]As a character, Fen is intended to balance the cast with a less intense personality as well as bring with him metaphorical mirrors to hold up to the rest of characters (at least a little bit). And of course his own goals and challenges. As the story opens Fen is caught between his past and his present predicament. Now that he is cut free from the family he served, willingly or not, he finds with little other options he is driven to learn the truth about his own family and the Ecc. At the same time he is nervous about that truth and does want to return to the familiarity of his old life, however wretched it was, but knows it is next to impossible. His character arc is intended to see him grow stronger physically, mentally, and magically, to stand up for himself and others, and to learn what it means to fight for justice and be part of a family. He has a strong, proud foundation that has been chipped away at and needs to be restored over the course of the story so his true nature can bloom. As far as action goes, Fen is preferable as a "pure caster" wielding earth, stones, plants, etc. His control will be initially poor (more power over precision) but would stabilize as he learns to use his magic. He will have been taught fencing but at most will have a dagger on his person as a last resort. At the moment he's written without the use of a foci, but can easily take a foci being a ring, bracelet, etc. - not a weapon. [hr] [hider=first Fen sheet][CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/XqpDLca.png[/img] [color=BB7D43]“... ...”[/color][/CENTER] [color=BB7D43][b]N A M E[/b][/color][hr][INDENT][color=gray][s]Feni phra Hellebore[/s][/color] Favillae Fen[/indent] [color=BB7D43][b]A G E[/b][/color][hr][INDENT]16-18?[/indent] [color=BB7D43][b]O R I G I N[/b][/color][hr][INDENT]TBD[/indent] [color=BB7D43][b]V I S A G E[/b][/color][hr][INDENT]Smaller and slighter than his age would suggest, though with a sturdier core too than his frame would imply. A face fairer than most boys, topped with a mess of ruddy light brown hair. What tops the fair skin are scars old and new, small and large. Most are concentrated on his back and his arms, some mark his hands and his thighs. Beneath long lashes are a pair of pale green eyes like early spring flowers, like seafoam. But there is a spark in them, an ember waiting to catch despite numerous attempts to smother it. He feels nothing about any of it. It is simply how he is. He also feels nothing about the clothes that he wears, quite happy to don anything given to him. If he had to choose for himself... the soft fabric and detailed patterns of high class garments were very nice. Though he might prefer a warmer cloak to accompany them. On his right ear is a bronze band inlaid with small crystals of red and white, wrapped tight around the shell in a conch piercing. It has no clasp.[/INDENT] [color=BB7D43][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S[/b][/color][hr][INDENT]Strong willpower, strong survival instinct, inquisitive mind tempered into being an extremely quick learner. Patient, soft spoken and deferential, though still with a sense of pride. Against better judgement, is also a little hopeful. Pious until recent events, still mostly is but questioning. [ Pending magic system info -> ] his emotions sort of blunted over the years, and while he is learning and feeling more new things its an adjustment to say the least, watching the reaction of nature around him is a better indicator of his mood than what he says or does. [/INDENT] [color=BB7D43][b]L I F E E X P E R I E N C E S[/b][/color][hr][INDENT]He was grateful to live in the manor, he really was. He'd seen the beggars in the streets and the sick in the churches. In the manor he was looked after, he got to wear fine clothes that the young master had grown out of and he got to eat fine food when the young master wasn't being lazy with his studies. And the studies! They taught him to read and write, about history and fencing and music. He was allowed a fine education learning alongside the young master, never to exceed him, always to suffer discipline and degradation for both of their failures. This was his lot in life, to be a friend, servant, or dog at the young master's whim. It could be worse. It could be much worse. He was indeed grateful to live in the manor. On the weekends when there were no lessons and he did not live in the manor, he lived in the church at the end of the street where he avoided the sick and the beggars, and the other children and their mothers that pawed at his fine clothes and told him how lucky he was to have been chosen, how haughty he was to flaunt Lord Favilla's studded leash among the strays. And he was. Lucky, haughty. It could have been worse. He could have been them. He was not. To avoid the other children and their parents he prayed in the chapel or explored the city. He was very familiar with Iquenos' landscape if not her people. He avoided too the eyes of noblemen and commoners alike that looked upon him with pity or with scorn. Bowed his head at passing clergy or rival lords. Was scolded for it while he was wearing Favilla's colors. The first time in recent memory someone looked upon him without scorn, without pity, without sadistic glee or cruel envy had shaken him to the core. [center][hider=you don't remember](I WILL BE WRITING A SCENE HERE) [ the stranger is part of a rebel cell, an acquaintance of Fen's late family currently on the run. He recognizes Fen and quickly tries to connect with him and tells him that his parents were "heroes" and gives him an (incriminating) encoded note about where to connect with him in the future. ][/hider][/center] As the sound of the knights' armor approached the man hastened to press something into his hands and then fled. The inquisitors rounded the corner not long after to find him trembling and confused. They asked if he'd seen the man. They asked which way the man had gone. And he... he lied. He [i]lied.[/i] When he was summoned again to the manor the next day for the start of a new week he was still sick with the thought. The start of a new week was always when the young master was most at odds with the tutors, but the feel of the rod was almost a welcome distraction. He did not understand his own action. He was not allowed to speak lies. He tasted the phantom ashes of Lady Favilla's favored punishment the entire day. After lessons he crawled to the courtyard garden where he would often watch the flowers rapidly sprout and bloom. Where he had tried to tell them there was beautiful magic and his cheek had burned thrice for it in those early days. Where he felt most at ease in the manor and where he could slow the desperate racing of his thoughts. Why had he lied to the inquisitors? Why had he believed what that man had said? Why had they let him go? They had not let him go. Three days after the start of the new week a squad of inquisitors stalked through the halls of the manor and rounded up the staff and the property and the family and even the Lord Favilla. Investigating the man he'd seen, a possible accomplice traced back to the manor. Maleficarum they claimed. Treason and conspiracy they spoke of. Who were the rogue magi they demanded. The Favilla practiced he knew, though the young master's magic lessons were the only ones he was not to be present for. He had not thought them unloyal to the Imperium. And so it was him. Him that Lady Favilla shrieked and pointed at, him that the Lord threw at the knights' feet, him that was shackled and dragged off for questioning. Two weeks after living in the castra stripped of the fine clothes and fine food the inquisitors began to grow tired of the truth, that he did not know anything about magic or maleficarum. They had their clues though, their lead, their proof; the note that he had crumpled and smoothed out and crumpled again and again since receiving it. They would not let him go. Was he meant to live in the castra until he told them something he could not? Until they figured it out themselves? And after that? He had always thought the Imperium's inquisitors a force of good but he had heard the stories, ruthless and lethal stories. And he did not want to live in the castra and await his fate. He wanted to live in the manor. The church at the end of the street would be fine. If he dared to hope, then another place. Any place. He did not want to remain there, he did not want to become part of the stories. He had to leave. To escape. And so he... He...! [center][hider=there was a splatter][ escapes imprisonment accidentally killing two inquisitors in the process. INTENT here is a burst of magic that surprises everyone even Fen, the first time he actively if subconsciously uses it. Maybe have to change if foci are mandatory. Flees and is picked up by underground rebel group? Maybe scrap that ][/hider][/center] He fled under cover of smoke and flame, One month after ... [ Present day. Has been very poorly living on the lam. Despite the homicides making him a higher value wanted person in his home city-state, in the overall imperium he is low on the wanted list, which is why he would have fled for other areas/ends up with the crew on the train/ship. He still wants answers but is more concerned with survival first. Maybe allude to how Favilla fam changed during that time. Or not idk, future obstacle on the return to Iquenos. Fen fights with the protagonists to find out the truth of his lost past and hopefully gain a sense of belonging/grow into the stalwart sort that Terra aspected souls normally are. ] [/INDENT] [color=BB7D43][b]E L E M E N T A L A F F I N I T Y[/b][/color][hr][INDENT]Terra[/INDENT] [color=BB7D43][b]A T T R I B U T E S[/b][/color][hr][INDENT][i][b]Prodigium Magum[/b][/i] -- Dagger, specifically parrying dagger. Technically for use alongside of a rapier, but alas. The skills of a trained servant - various things he learned either taught to the church children or instructed in specifically for the privilege of staying in The Manor. Though not to the level of a chef or a nurse, Fen can cook a little and knows how to apply first aid. He knows what poison tastes like for meal tests. He can patch clothes and clean. He can, just a little bit, play music. [/INDENT][/hider] [hr][hr] [hider=second Fen sheet] [COLOR=dimgray][CENTER][sup][h1][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/XwB207v.png[/img][/center][b][center][color=black] F E N I[/color] [color=#BB7D43]F E N I[/color][/center] [/b][/h1][/sup] [color=silver][sup][b]“... ...”[/b][/sup][/color] [sub][i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQGiXc-dGKA]theme?[/url][/i][/sub][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=#BB7D43]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/afK1uR6.png[/img] [/center][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] P L A C E H O L D E R[/color] [color=#BB7D43]P L A C E H O L D E R[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT][sub][color=#BB7D43][b]Name[/b][/color] [color=gray][s]Feni phra Hellebore[/s][/color] Favillae Fen [color=#BB7D43][b]Age[/b][/color] 16-18? [color=#BB7D43][b]Origin[/b][/color] TBD [color=#BB7D43][b]Elemental Aspect[/b][/color] Terra [color=#BB7D43][b]Weapon of Choice[/b][/color] None [/sub] [/INDENT][/color][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] P L A C E H O L D E R[/color] [color=#BB7D43]P L A C E H O L D E R[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][indent]"At vero eos et accusamus et iusto odio dignissimos ducimus qui blanditiis praesentium voluptatum deleniti atque corrupti quos dolores et quas molestias excepturi sint occaecati cupiditate non provident, similique sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollitia animi, id est laborum et dolorum fuga. Et harum quidem rerum facilis est et expedita distinctio. Nam libero tempore, cum soluta nobis est eligendi optio cumque nihil impedit quo minus id quod maxime placeat facere possimus, omnis voluptas assumenda est, omnis dolor repellendus. Temporibus autem quibusdam et aut officiis debitis aut rerum necessitatibus saepe eveniet ut et voluptates repudiandae sint et molestiae non recusandae. Itaque earum rerum hic tenetur a sapiente delectus, ut aut reiciendis voluptatibus maiores alias consequatur aut perferendis doloribus asperiores repellat."[/indent][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] P L A C E H O L D E R[/color] [color=#BB7D43]P L A C E H O L D E R[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT]"At vero eos et accusamus et iusto odio dignissimos ducimus qui blanditiis praesentium voluptatum deleniti atque corrupti quos dolores et quas molestias excepturi sint occaecati cupiditate non provident, similique sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollitia animi, id est laborum et dolorum fuga. Et harum quidem rerum facilis est et expedita distinctio. Nam libero tempore, cum soluta nobis est eligendi optio cumque nihil impedit quo minus id quod maxime placeat facere possimus, omnis voluptas assumenda est, omnis dolor repellendus. Temporibus autem quibusdam et aut officiis debitis aut rerum necessitatibus saepe eveniet ut et voluptates repudiandae sint et molestiae non recusandae. Itaque earum rerum hic tenetur a sapiente delectus, ut aut reiciendis voluptatibus maiores alias consequatur aut perferendis doloribus asperiores repellat." [/INDENT][/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table][hr][/COLOR] [color=#BB7D43][b]Traits & Magic[/b][/color] [color=silver][i][b]Prodigium Magum[/b][/i] -- Dagger, specifically parrying dagger. Technically for use alongside of a rapier, but alas. The skills of a trained servant - various things he learned either taught to the church children or instructed in specifically for the privilege of staying in The Manor. Though not to the level of a chef or a nurse, Fen can cook a little and knows how to apply first aid. He knows what poison tastes like for meal tests. He can patch clothes and clean. He can, just a little bit, play music. He can also take a surprising amount of physical and mental stress before breaking down.[/color] [hr] [/hider] [/hider]