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• ╰┈➤Serpentfang Blades (Dual) - Twin daggers forged from abyssal steel, curved like a snake's fang.
  
  ▷Coated in venom that paralyzes or disorients when it enters the bloodstream.
  ▷Can phase through light-based barriers once per day.
  ▷If used in a ritual (drawing blood from a target’s neck), can allow Kaiji to hear their thoughts temporarily.
• ╰┈➤Obsidian Chainwhip: “Nagareth” - A long, segmented whip made of abyss-infused black steel, barbed like a serpent’s spine.
  
  • ▷Can extend beyond its normal range to wrap or constrict.
    ▷When it strikes a Light Bearer, it dulls the glow of their sigils temporarily.
    ▷Whispers to Kaiji mid-battle, alerting him to the most fearful opponent nearby.

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. . . ╰──╮Miscellaneous Information:╭──╯ . . .

╰┈➤Light Overload: Prolonged exposure to concentrated light (from sigils, divine relics, or powerful Light Bearers) causes his form to destabilize—his skin cracks like porcelain, revealing something monstrous beneath.

╰┈➤Narcissistic Control: He believes he's the only one who truly understands the abyss. This blinds him to betrayal, especially from other Grims.

╰┈➤Obsession with Purity: Kaiji becomes irrational around someone he sees as “uncorrupted.” He may stall or make errors trying to test or “convert” them, even when it’s tactically unwise.

╰┈➤Snake Physiology Vulnerability: Extreme cold affects him more than most Grims—he becomes sluggish, his serpent forms falter, and his venom loses potency.

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‎‧₊˚✧ Personality ✧˚₊‧

• ✧.* Devoted but Strained
  
  • ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Nova is deeply loyal to the goddess Aleathen, but her faith is mixed with fear and uncertainty. She reveres the light, but feels the burden of expectation pressing hard on her soul.
• ✧.* Warm and Protective
  
  • ࣪ ִֶָ☾. She treats others with gentleness, often taking on a big-sister role. Even in warzones, Nova speaks with compassion—though it sometimes leads her to hesitate when decisive action is needed.
• ✧.* Guilt-Ridden Survivor
  
  • ࣪ ִֶָ☾. The memory of her brother’s sacrifice never leaves her. She carries survivor’s guilt like a brand and pushes herself beyond her limits to protect others, refusing to let anyone else die “because of her.”

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‎‧₊˚✧ History ✧˚₊‧
Nova was born in Cyrene, a quiet temple-village nestled in a sun-blessed valley. The village was sacred to Aleathen and it was said that her blessing flowed through the springs and skies. But the Grim came regardless, ravenous, laughing, tearing through wards that were supposed to protect the innocent.

Nova was just a girl when the attack came. She remembers blood in the water, ash on the altar, and her brother’s arms shoving her into the sacred pool. That divine light consumed her, but did not kill her. She emerged days later, body glowing, eyes bright with something inhuman. Everyone else was gone.

Since then, Nova has become Aleathen’s chosen. She fights with a grace not entirely her own, wielding light like a blade. Every battle is penance. Every life saved is a prayer. She is the last daughter of Cyrene and she will not let the light die again.

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‧₊˚✧ Spells and Abilities‎ ✧˚₊‧

• ࣪˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Radiant Ascendance
  
  • When she’s severely wounded or emotionally overwhelmed, Nova bursts into a form wreathed in wings of golden flame. Her power surges, but she risks burning herself out. She’s stronger, faster, and terrifying to look at, yet it leaves her vulnerable and weakened once it fades.
• ࣪˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Starlit Vow
  
  • Nova inscribes a glowing sigil in the air, granting allies resistance to shadow corruption and strengthening their resolve. It boosts morale and stamina, but its effects fade quickly when she moves too far away.
• ࣪˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Lance of Cyrene
  
  • A weapon of pure light she conjures and hurls like a spear. The longer she holds it before release, the more potent the impact, but if she holds it too long, the energy can destabilize and explode in her hand.
• ࣪˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Purity Nova
  
  • A concentrated explosion of divine light that erupts from her body in all directions. It sears Grim flesh and burns corruption away, but leaves her briefly exhausted and open to counterattacks.
• ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Dawnstep
  
  • Allows her to dash through beams of sunlight or any source of illumination, leaving behind a burning echo. However, it cannot function in complete darkness or Grim-drenched terrain.

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‎‧₊˚✧ Weapons or Tools ✧˚₊‧

• ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Lightforged Pendant
  
  • ࣪ ִֶָ☾. A sunstone charm given to her by the last priest of Cyrene. It holds a fragment of Aleathen’s blessing and glows when danger is near. It also focuses her divine spells.
• ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Blessed War Skirt and Armor
  
  • Lightweight ceremonial armor remade for battle. Resistant to heat and corrosion, though vulnerable to piercing attacks.
• ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Wrist Mirror of Reflection
  
  • A magical bracer that can briefly reflect dark energy or illusions. It requires precise timing and is limited to one use every few minutes.
• ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Traveler’s Satchel
  
  • Carries medicinal herbs, spare cloth, and a relic shard from Cyrene’s altar. She keeps it close—more for comfort than practicality.

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‎‧₊˚✧ Miscellaneous Information ✧˚₊‧
࣪ ִֶָ☾. Nova’s favorite flower is the dusk lily—a species that only blooms where sunlight touches moonlight.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. She sometimes hums the lullaby her brother used to sing. It’s become a ritual she does before battle.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. She fears the dark—not just the literal absence of light, but the growing silence she feels in the divine connection with Aleathen.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. There are rumors she glows faintly when she sleeps.

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Personality:

• Disconnected
  
  • Himeri lacks any functional understanding of the concepts of camaraderie, rivalry, love, hate, or any form of social dynamics. She has no perception of ‘allies’ or ‘enemies’ outside the immediate instinct of whether or not to kill something if convenient.
• Focused
  
  • She is a woman of focus, committment, and sheer fucking will. She is unflinching. She is as a freight train, direct and unstoppable when she has sight of any goal or objective.
• Perfectionist
  
  • Mistakes are weakness. Weakness is failure. Failure is betrayal. Betrayal means death. She holds herself to a standard of little more than immaculate performance both for herself and for those working beneath her. Any less means blood.

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History: Himeri is a veritable princess of industry - her progenitors being leading figures in the weapons and logistics industries of Brule. She was the youngest child of the burgeoning Eboshi dynasty, but her parents were not loving ones. They expected perfection in all things. Mastery of the arts. Mastery of the sciences. Mastery of the blade. As Himeri and her siblings grew, the deaths began. Her eldest brother taken by plague. Her older sister, by her own hand. Her other brothers by war and by sickness. Word fell that the Eboshi family was cursed - a holy punishment for their hubris.

When only Himeri stood alone, last heiress of their blood, she had already been molded. Any vestigate of humanity she had were buried beneath years of abuse, neglect, and brutal tutelage and punishment to match. Failure in any capacity was unthinkable - yet when the Abyssal Wave first began to nip at the shores of the continent, she watched as the soldiers armed by her father's weapons fell in numbers uncountable as their supply lines began to fall apart and humanity's world shrunk to naught but a few bulwark cities.

The Eboshi dynasty had failed to contain it - and the failure of the ones who'd expected perfection from her sickened the young woman.

She marched to face the darkness herself, but it embraced her. It was the victor, the stronger force. Its heralds promised her strength and mastery far beyond any she would find in the dwindling human populations. It promised her the perfection that had become her sole purpose. Now, her visage twisted by darkness, Himeri hoists its banner under the only moniker that suits her. Whispers late at night speak of a ghost haunting the ruined wastes of the continent, its blade shimmering in the moonlight, and the horrid golden eyes that foretold murder.

They call her Lady Victory.

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Spells and Abilities:

• Flawless Swordplay
  
  • Himeri's swordsmanship is nearly unmatched. She is blisteringly fast and precise both with a single blade and pairs of swords, and whispers tell she can cut cleanly enough to sever the wings from a butterfly in flight. However, Himeri is deeply impatient, and lacks stamina. Intending to end fights as quickly and violently as possible, when faced by multiple opponents or in a battle lasting just a little too long, mistakes will be made.
• Eyes of Gold
  
  • Her gaze inspires a primordial fear in anybody who peers into them. Though a seasoned warrior or adventurer can overcome it with just a little willpower, the majority of people will buckle under the weight of her predatory glare. A fine interrogation tool.
• Abyssal Sense
  
  • Her horns pick up minute sounds and vibrations, allowing her to sense motion and sound from significantly further than most normal humans. Approaching her stealthily isn't impossible, but it is highly improbable.

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Weapons or tools:

• Damascus Steel Wakizashi
  
  • Short, mobile, thin swords that suit her preference for precision and speed. She owns two, but will generally carry only one of them the majority of the time - only choosing to carry both when time comes for war.
• Night Creatures
  
  • Himeri has been trusted a measure of authority in commanding small detachments of Algrimar's forces. In full on battlefield settings, she will generally be accompanied by a small, mobile unit of reanimated soldiers or twisted beasts.

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Miscellaneous Information:

• Loyalty?
  
  • Himeri obeys the orders of the Scourge, but she doesn't seem to endorse, protest, or argue at all. She simply... Does. She seems more concerned with, if anything, her own improvement above all - with little interest in the Scourge's goals or the fate of the world.
• Musical Acumen
  
  • She seems to have a fondness for the piano - often stopping what she's doing to play short tunes she'd learned in her youth - or those taught to her by her late siblings.

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Personality:

• Well-Adjusted
  
  • Colt is a kinder soul than you'd usually find on the road, and will often go out of the way to lend a hand to a person in need even if it's a little inconvenient. He's tactful and mature, but still fun-loving and playful - even bantering with opponents in battle until things get a little too serious.
• Free Soul
  
  • The open road is his playground - Colt's at his happiest when he isn't tied down. Though he isn't one to shirk duty, his heart's most in it when said duty has him on the move.
• People Person
  
  • Colt loves meeting strangers, but more importantly he feels personally responsible for all lives, and he can't be satisfied unless he can save everybody... But he's not gonna say no to a bit of attention himself. He'll usually put on a bit of a show if he's got an audience.

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History: As much a wild animal as any child, Colt had the benefits of a parentage that gave him an early love for the open outdoors. His father, Cassell, was a knight of the Church, and would sometimes take him on missionary expeditions across the continent. His mother, Izolde, on the other hand, was an acting member of Dogfalls' naval militia - so trips along the strait were common in kind. Even as a child he was taught the skills to survive in the wild - and the martial elements that came with it.

When he first came of age, his father brought him to take communion beneath Alathean's light - and he found himself blessed by her. The priests spoke her word, that it was indeed his calling to take her light to every corner of the world. He wasn't her sword - he was her eyes. Colt's choice was made for him - he wouldn't be a knight or a sailor or anything so mundane as a tailor or merchant. His goddess-given calling was, in truth, to be an explorer. An adventurer.

He wasn't really complaining.

However, fate had other plans in store for him. His expeditions and missions across the country would instead give way to a series of brutal fights. Scars marred his body in the first attacks, but the city's bulwark held. Now, with evil on their doorstep, Colt remains determined to bring the Goddess' light forth.

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Spells and Abilities:

• White Lightning
  
  • Wreathing his body in electricity, Colt utilizes lightning magic not for conventional purposes, but instead to charge his own weapons and abilities. The most common usage is giving a bit of spice to melee weapons in-hand, but just as much he'll use it to anchor himself to surfaces while climbing. However, the efficacy of his lightning tapers off the further it gets from his body, so up-close and personal is the only real way it works.
• Versatile
  
  • While Colt generally carries only knives and straight swords, he is trained in operating a variety of weapons including spears, staves, bows, cannons, and axes.
• Hardcore Parkour
  
  • An expert in climbing and traversal, Colt's specialty lies in his ability to scout, flank, and perform fast hit-and-run maneuvers on enemy forces while being able to make the terrain his playground. High walls? Sheer cliffs? No problem.

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Weapons or tools:

• Straight Sword
  
  • A decorative dragon-headed pommel at the grip of a flat, straight steel blade with a conductive ceramic core laid inside of it. Able to hold a charge for a short while after Colt lets go of it. Sharing is caring, after all. Custom-built.
• Hunting Knife
  
  • Speaks for itself for the most part - generally more of a tool the majority of the time, but he usually wields it in his off-hand as a parrying dagger.
• Throwing Knives
  
  • Small iron blades built primarily for throwing, but also commonly see use as improvised climbing picks when out and about.
• Survival Gear
  
  • Rope, canteen, fishing line, flint, medical supplies. Always be prepared.

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Miscellaneous Information:

• Free Bird
  
  • Colt can play the lute. Really well. Popular at taverns.

• Free Agent
  
  • Colt never formally signed on with the church knights - but he is still closely affiliated with them through his father and has, in the past, run countract services for them. Just the same, he's in pretty good with the sailors around Dogfalls.

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Personality:

• Mirthful and Cold:
  
  • Kohi sees the world as nothing but a mantid paradise of eat and be eaten, consume or be consumed, history does not determine who is right but only who is left. Kohi is someone who takes great enjoyment in everything so long as she is on top of it. An absolute prima donna who will accept only her own domination and anything that falls short of that must be destroyed with all due haste. Kohi is a monster that can wear human skin, the pleasures of the flesh can only be enjoyed while the beast that lays within is sated.
• Grand and Gluttonous
  
  • There is nothing more Kohi loves than the mask that she has put on, her appetite is voracious and she can never consume enough to sate her. She must get what she wants now, hang the consequences, there is no price too much for her fill to be had, there is nothing that is too sacred for her to touch. Kohi must be be glorious and grand, something and someone seen as beautiful and glorious, things must be aesthetically pleasing, things must be filled with finery, things must be to her exacting taste, others pain is her pleasure.
• Cruel and Callous
  
  • When the facade is dropped, Kohi contains nothing but unashamed disgust and hatred for all around Her who are not Herself, she is a narcissist in every which way that matters, a creature of pure ego and unabashed pride. Even if she must stand atop all of creation alone, it will be just as well because in the end, all that creation should be is but an end to serve her. This means that even if it is to a detriment in the long term, she will still opt for the option that causes pain so long as she can find joy in it.

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History:

When did it click in Kohi to become who she was? When did it strike? Was it but some quirk of fate? Some misplaced gene? Some bit of parental trauma? Certainly it cannot be said that she was raised without love. Her parents were fair, kind, and ultimately banal, bland, and giving her all the tools a child can want to succeed. A middle of the road family with a father who dabbled in street level crime in a way to bring home the bacon and nothing more. Regardless of how many

But who cares about that. Why bother blaming some quirk of familial drama or inherited violence when that would take away all the credit due to Kohi for making herself the worst version she could imagine herself as. From malicious little schoolyard fits of childish cruelty to corporate skullduggery and office space backstabbing. Working through that interplay of gray zones between legality and "legality", where laws that the have nots had to deal with and haves could toss away with at their leisure.

She came to enjoy the gilded grandeur and finery that she has adorned herself in. The very things and guises that made others trust her more were also just so damn enjoyable to indulge oneself in. Fast horses, loose meatsacks, fine foods, tailored clothes. Her powers proved to her what she had always felt about herself, she deserved to be a queen, she deserved to have the world as a means to suit her, an end to her own desires, with whatever means she saw fit. She built herself up as a self made woman of Dei Zaibatsu, acting as the slumlord millionaire who charged exorbitant rent in ramshackle wooden housing that would burn when you tried to cook a meal and then she'd charge you to pay the fire department to put out the smoldering embers of your kitchen, a fashion icon and noble, a paragon of high society, an endless source of socialite news and gossip, a lady put on embossed fine china and golden tableware and spoken in the same breath as one would give to a fortune tycoon, a woman of industry and markets. She clawed over the bodies of competitors, buried under failing shipments or under unnamed watery graves off of squalid docks.

When the darkness came for the world and Abyssal Waves crashed over the land, Kohi did not see within it a terror or a horror, she saw within it a rival, a competitor, an advantage to be used. And when it came time to choose a side to stand on, she followed that which gave her the most profit and stepped forward into the darkness and embraced it as one would an old friend. Smiling all the while, biding her time with pitiless patience.

For the mass is unending, the mass is all consuming, and the mass always win, even the gods themselves shall be consumed by the worms of the world in time. And when that time comes, the queen of carrion and the hive of glory shall be crowned as empress of a world bent to be brought before her in an endless feast of unrestrained desire.

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Spells and Abilities:

• Creatureling Generation
  
  • Kohi is unfortunately blessed with the ability to create flocks of small feastlings and insectoid creatures that serve their queen mother as hive empress and seek to do as she commands. Each one of her babies gets as much strength as she has invested in them, either opting for overwhelming swarms of small minions to drag down her enemies through a thousand cuts or spending valuable biomass to invest in greater beasts. Her appetite is endless and so too do her ability swallow calories by the cartload.
• Beauty and Charm
  
  • Kohi is still a queen bee, someone who is capable of hogging a spotlight and performing the sort of geniality and social graces that come with come with. She is aware of who she is, what she looks like, and what people expect, and she has no issue using every advantage she can. After all, people who trust you cry all the sweeter when the knife is plunged their backs.
• Physical Peak
  
  • Kohi may have been but born a normal human, but she has strived to sculpt herself with demands as exacting on her body as she would demand of a form that contained her. Her swarm generation power can be used to sculpt her own inner biome, her swarmlings replacing gut bacteria and consuming her own body to replace it with the new skin. Kohi will consume all in the pursuit of power, even her own old flesh.

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Weapons or tools:

• Swarmings

Her babies are her joy and gift, her minions, to die in droves for her will and to consume all that she wishes to see feasted upon. Other weapons are just ancillary.

• Money

Just money, girl is loaded, woman is the kind of gal who's rolling in the money you make for being the person who sets insulin at two hundred dollars a pop, the sort of wealth that comes from knowing who was on the flight logs and not caring about the sewage pipe that poisons the children of your laborers. She has all the perks that come with it, finances for what she wants when she wants.

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Miscellaneous Information:

- Absolute lover of all things musical, loves to sing, loves to listen to music, a true libertine in appetite. There is never enough merriment for her.

- Incorrigible sadist.

- Mercurial: Happens to sometimes change her mind on a whim to better suit whatever flight of fancy she has.

- Kohi has no love for the Scourge beyond what love she expects it to give her, none. She will suffer nothing to stand above her, and if the Abyssal Wave crashes across the land, then she shall bide her time till she can clamber atop the corpses of the drowned and stand above the masses.


- Credit to @SiFXi_

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Personality:
✧ Highly Sarcastic

• Astrid uses sarcasm in nearly any situation, whether it is called for or not. It is not meant to be rude, in fact, sarcasm is used almost as a mechanism to hide how she really feels about a situation. Often times it comes off as something of a joke, something to not be taken seriously, which makes it easier for the young woman to digest what is going on around her.

✧ Compassionate

• While sarcasm is a large trait in Astrid, so is compassion. She tries very hard to see other people’s perspectives, even if she doesn’t voice it. Most of her compassion and gentle ways are shown towards children, she always has had a soft spot for kids, finding their innocence of the world pure, and good, causing her to give them more lenience and compassion.

✧Resilience

• Astrid is very resilient. She works to push past difficult situations in the moment in order to reach a long term goal. Often times this can affect other people negatively, because they need time to process whatever happened to hinder productivity, but it is also necessary in certain situations when it is dangerous to stop going.

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History:
Astrid was raised by a single mother in a small cabin located on the mountains of Mistmoor. There was always a feeling of dread in the home, knowing that something was wrong. Growing up, Astrid had one sibling, a younger brother who was two years old. One day, he was running around near the cabin, chasing what Astrid guessed to have been a snake or lizard, and while no one was looking, the young boy fell to his death. While of course, Astrid was only five years old, she blamed herself for the accident, and along with it, came her mother blaming her as well.

The weight of guilt that settled heavily on Astrid's small shoulders, a burden that seemed cruel for her tender age. As the days turned into weeks, the atmosphere in the cabin grew colder, not just from the chill of the mountain air but from the unspoken tension that filled every corner. Her mother often withdrew into herself, her eyes clouded with grief and anger that Astrid could neither understand nor alleviate.

The shadows of the cabin felt alive, whispering secrets of loss and blame. Astrid spent countless hours exploring the woods around their home, searching for solace among the towering pines and babbling brooks, but nothing would silence the darkness.

In every instance of her life, where there was no light to be had, Astrid found her mind creating figures, humanoid demons in the dark that would hunch over, whispering cruel secrets to the girl. Of course, this was only her mind, the blood rushing in her ears.
These were the nights that she discovered special abilities, ones that helped her calm down, slow her blood pressure and ease her mind.

As the seasons turned, the isolation of Mistmoor began to take its toll. Astrid’s mother became increasingly erratic, her moods shifting like the weather. Some days, she would cling to Astrid, seeking comfort in her presence, while on others, she would lash out, her grief morphing into anger that Astrid could not comprehend. “You let him go,” her mother would hiss during those dark moments, words that cut deeper than any physical wound.

As she grew older, the weight of those childhood memories began to shift, and she found herself wrestling with the life she had at home. She longed to confront her mother, to break through the thick walls of silence that surrounded them, but as Astrid woke up on her 15th birthday, she was as met with only a cold breeze.

There was no other chance to reconcile with her mother, for the woman had left, no explanation, no note, she was just…gone.

Astrid learned quickly that she needed to provide for herself, and with the help of Argo, she began hunting. After a year of exploring the mountains and animal anatomy, she began to sell hides and extra meat. Next to her cabin, she built a small shop where people would come in to buy food and hides for clothes or blankets.
Eventually, she also began to sell small wooden carvings, having picked up on at least one artistic habit. She never explored her more unique abilities unless it was in benefit of her business.

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Spells and Abilities:

✧ Hemokinesis-blood manipulation

• This ability allows a person to control and manipulate blood, whether it’s their own or that of others. She found this ability one night when her candle went out and she began seeing figures in the dark. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sound of her blood in her own ears, and the more she did, the calmer she became. But, if she does this for too long, her blood begins to thin and she will black out. She constantly needs iron intake. She has never tried this on another person, and rarely uses it.

✧ Tracking

• Once she was left alone, she would spend hours in the wooded area on the mountains, though there was very little, it was enough for her to focus so much on nature that she began to practically understand what the animals would do next. Other than the physical strain of being sore the next day for hunting so long, there isn’t another drawback.

✧Neurokinesis- Nerve Manipulation

• This allows her to influence the nervous system. If she knew about it and focused on learning it, she could alter sensations, control movement, induce paralysis, or even affect emotional or cognitive states. If she did know that this was an ability she possessed, had she ever attempted to manipulate someone with a stronger will or mental fortitude, the backlash could affect her instead, causing pain, confusion, or temporary loss of her own motor functions.

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Weapons or tools:
✧ Bow and Arrow

• This bow is a longbow and is made from elm. It is nearly five feet long with a strong made from goat sinew and flax. It has small intricate carvings on it of spirals because one day she was just bored. The arrows are made from birch and the fletching is from goose feathers while the sharp tip is made from animal bone.

✧ Hunting Knife

• The blade is made from the bone on a goat, with added ridges to make cutting easier. It is around 7 inches long and has a tapered point and a slight curved edge. The hilt is made from the same bone and wrapped in leather for grip.

✧ Wooden Staff

• This staff used to be a large branch, but Astrid found it and brought it home, sanding it down and carving the top into a spiral. It is around 1-1/2 inches in width and about 5ft and 8in tall. There is no real reason for her to have this other than hiking, she just thinks that it looks cool.

✧ Twin Daggers

• The blade is similar to the hunting knife, made from goat bones. Each blade is around 13 inches long while that handle is once again wrapped in leather. It is smooth, no ridges.

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Miscellaneous Information:
✧Astrid has a large dog by the name of Argo. He was found by her a few days after her mother left, and the two quickly became friends－pin.it/1z55VwU2X

✧Astrid has a tattoo down her spine— pin.it/6v8V2w9am

✧She is mostly unaware of everything going on I’m the world outside of her home, she only hears brief murmurs from passersby travelers who speak of the battle between light and darkness.

✧ She lives in the range of Brule, her home not far from the stronghold. The darkness of the grims that had been pushed through the mountains and corrupted was diminished by the Mistmoor Stronghold. Astrid’s home is near it, but the darkness hadn’t fully consumed her her she lives far enough away from the sigil and it's protection diminished the darkness significantly.
Of course, increments continued to seep through and made its way to her soul, changing her to give her the powers she posses, but there was never enough to turn her into a Grim completely.

✧ At 13 years old she began learning how to carve and often made dolls for herself. She now sells wooden carvings of figures and runes in her shop.

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Personality:

• Kindness/Compassion
  
  
  
  • Naturally kind and compassionate, they are rarely seen to be nothing but. Although, this has its drawbacks, as they hold back their other emotions, such as sadness, anger, or fear, which could make experiencing those emotions more emotionally devastating than normal. This can prove to be either problematic or not to anyone around him.
• Truthfulness
  
  
  
  • They have chosen to live a life without lies, only doing so to protect someone else. "The longer a lie persists, the more the truth will hurt."
• Pacifism
  
  
  
  • They have the belief that extreme violence will only churn out a bigger wheel of violence. However, he won't go out of his way to stop someone else from committing such an act unless the victim of violence is truly innocent. This doesn't stop him from hunting and fighting, either.

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History: They could never remember who their real parents were or where they came from for that matter, only that they woke up one day in someone's home, that being the one of Emile Mire's. All that Emile could tell them was that he found them out cold on the streets of Mistmoor. From there, he had raised them like his own child, teaching them how to hunt, use magic, make use of various tools and more.

Their life would surely shift when Emile would go missing in the outskirts of the mountains. This would be the first time they felt sadness and fear, it was an overwhelming feeling to be sure. Afterwards, they forced themself to learn and grow more, they had one purpose that they place on themselves: to protect. Although, they weren't sure when they would be able to serve that purpose.

They continued to live their life for a bit in the city, growing and learning just like they set out to do. While they were out hunting and scavenging around, they felt a power, small in feeling, grow inside them, accompanied by a bright light. They didn't exactly know what it was, so, out of curiosity, they asked around the city, and eventually learned about the Light Bearers. A few days after, they departed from Mistmoor, heading to who knows where, searching for the Light Bearers.

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Spells and Abilities:

• Shapeshifting
  
  
  
  • They can shift their form to any living creature, the drawbacks being that it's harder to concentrate with bigger and stronger creatures. Additionally, the time spent in the forms are limited depending also on size and strength.
• Pain Stalling
  
  
  
  • They can stall the pain and progression of injuries whether on themself or someone else. The more he uses it without rest will wear him out further than needed.

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Weapons or tools:

• Bow and quiver
  
  
  
  • A simple bow and quiver of silver tipped arrows.
• Machete
  
  
  
  • A machete that is sheathed by their side at all times. There are engravings on the metal.

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