I have a feeling I know how @Lemons would answer this question.
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I have a feeling I know how @Lemons would answer this question.
You'd think, but I actually have multiple characters that I love way too much
Definitely my iconic Quinnlash Loughvein but also I've got a blind esper named Luna who I put in nearly as many settings as Quinn.
On that note,
 _______________________________________________P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S Full Name - Quinnlash Loughvein (Don't call her Quinn. She hates that.) Age - 28 Gender - Female Vocation - Caster Nationality - Midnos P E R S O N A L I T Y Emotional Quinnlash is boiling with emotion. Even if she could bottle it up anymore, she wouldn't, and it flows freely out of her. Most of her emotions are...less than charitable much of the time, but she has a greater range than that, certainly. While uncommon, it's not impossible to see a wide smile on her face after a stressful situation has resolved in her favor. Most of the time, though, it's anger. Lots of anger. Reckless Just like emotions, Quinnlash boils with energy. She has issues with thinking things through. Exacerbated by her emotional nature, it's all too common for her to shoot first and ask questions later, or to run headlong into certain and overwhelming danger. She does put a bit of thought into controlling this impulse, but it's always there, and usually controls her instead. Critical A vestigial remnant of an ignored past, Quinnlash is very critical, both of herself and others. While this can be useful, as she never throws around criticism unless she means it, it's often misunderstood. Her often hostile emotions can conspire to make genuinely constructive criticism sound a whole lot like "just be better." G I F T Soul Ablaze The burning soul-ember that Quinnlash received erupted against her innate pyromancy. When the two settled, she found that in the process, her magic had become unstable and volatile, allowed her to break pieces of her soul off and wield them. Though each one created reduces how long her magic can last, these fragments become flames that never fade, never waver, never die, until the magic within them burns out and returns to her. They can be reabsorbed at will, restoring her splintered soul with a flash of light from her eye; or fed from her magic, renewing them ad infinitum. Notably, her soul does not immediately mend itself when she reabsorbs a soul flame. It takes some time for it to fully rejoin. Still, nobody else can fracture their own soul this way. Nobody but Quinnlash. This is her Gift. E Q U I P M E N T Undying Light Quinnlash's weapon of choice against the Void is an enormous rifle-cannon. Created with one of her broken-off soul flames at its core, she can stoke it until it destabilizes and erupts, raging at its constraints until the trigger is pulled. When it is, the magic is released, launching an explosive barrage of scorching fire from the barrel. It takes time for Quinnlash to feed the fire to its fullest extent, but when the furnace is fully stoked, Undying Light is a force of nature and a sight to behold. | Physical Description A woman of perhaps 5'5" with an extremely average build, Quinnlash can melt into a crowd of people with relative ease as long as she pulls a hood over her head. Not only imbued with a pyromancer's ember but a pyromancer herself, her single eye gleams with a brilliant yellow light. Her hair is very long, kept in a tight braid that trails down her back. Though most if it is the dark gray it always was, bits and pieces of the fringes around her face have begun to bleed the same vivid hue as her eye. While her body certainly isn't unfit by any stretch, it's not to the same standards that many other Hunters have trained to. Her tendency to keep her distance means that much of her evasive skills in combat rely on creating space between her and enemies as fast as she can. She's nimble enough, of course, needs to be in order to avoid being struck by any return fire, but not very strong. The most obvious place to see this is in her musculature. It is very apparent that she's not a frontline fighter by any means. What she lacks in strength, though, she makes up for in consistency. Though her muscles aren't overly strong, they are filled with a seemingly unnatural endurance and surefootedness even for a hunter. Bought and paid for with each backwards step taken while lining up a shot, that manifests in confident and easy movement, even in the most perilous situation. She wears long, baggy, thick clothes with many layers, worn and tattered by now, as she travels. She no longer feels the cold now, heated as she is with an ember from deep inside. But deep within her, in a part that she despises, there is a fear that one day, she will lose what makes her human. That perhaps she already has. That her soul, already so fragile, will shatter like a pane of glass, and she'll lose something very, very important. Character Conceptualization Quinnlash was a scholar once. A books-in-a-library-in-Midnos, dyed-in-the-wool scholar. She'd been raised to be one her entire life. Ever since she could read, her parents—both reputable scholars themselves—had inundated her, drowned her, with diagrams, carvings, and so many books. Some as heavy as she was and varying widely in topic, the only way for her to keep her head above water was to swim. And swim she did, meekly accepting her parents' demands and doing her work, kept totally isolated in her room within the small but lavish house in the capital of Midnos. She grew very knowledgeable for her age as she simply read. Not that she could understand most of what was in the books. But what else was she to do? With nothing else around her, all the time she could ever want, and the only two people in her world constantly telling her to study at such a young age, what could she do but eat, sleep, and read? She didn't want to go outside. Her parents told her that it was dark. It was dark, and scary, and filled with things that wanted to hurt you. Best to just stay inside studying, right? She could go outside when she was older. But when she was seven, she was allowed to leave the house. Just once, with her father close beside her. She clung tightly to him, looking fearfully at the dark world, as he took her to see a strange woman. The two of them spoke seriously in low voices for some time. What little she could hear, she didn't understand. Words like "magical affinity," "innate talent," "potential for phenomenal things." She had no idea what was going on, and flinched away, clutching to her father's clothing, when the woman reached her glowing hand out to her. She averted her pale violet eyes from her and closed them tightly, terrified. But no touch came, only a faint warmth that soon faded entirely. She opened her eyes in time to see the woman nod gravely at her father and then turn to walk towards her. And no matter how Quinnlash struggled, no matter how she screamed or cried—the pyromancer took her. The last things she ever heard from her family were two words from her father, as she tearfully begged him to take her back home with mama, please, whatever she did she was sorry, she'd be a good girl from now on, she'd never ask to go outside again: "Goodbye, Quinn." From then on, she studied different topics, in different ways. How to conjure flame. How to use it to defend yourself. How to exercise fine control over it. How to channel it for sustained periods. The work was grueling—mentally and physically exhausting. Months bled into years and years bled together, as she studied and trained as a pyromancer, first from a small group of skilled pyromancers and then—as her prodigal once-in-a-generation skill became apparent—by Ezlineia Aldos, the Pyromancer-Queen of Midnos, whom she became very close to. She even started calling her Mom. Still, the habits ingrained into her by her parents held. Whenever she had time to spare, little enough of it thought there was, she would plod her way into Ezlineia’s library and find the book that Ezlineia told her to sink her brain into to distract her from the crippling fear she felt of the outside world. In reference tomes and manuals of pyromancy, the world was categorized. Understandable. Dissected. But whenever she stepped outside, it all bled together into a mess of darkness and confusion that she fled from time and again. She'd heard the stories of the Void. She'd heard tales about what lurked out there in the darkness. And she was, as ever, afraid. So she buried herself with scholarship and training, distracting herself from the terrifying world around her. She was a perfect piece of moldable clay: quiet, meek, obedient, desperate to be loved, and hopelessly eager to please. Time ticked by, revealing Quinnlash, now a very powerful—if very inexperienced—pyromancer of 24 years, still lurking in Ezlineia’s libraries, reading about the world that she was ever and always too scared to explore, even past her doorway. There was a hidden, growing part of her that wanted, that desperately yearned, to see what was out there. But it was crushed beneath something far more meaningful that had bubbled up beneath her of late. Studies had been done in Midnos on how to fight the Void. How to resist their corruptive influence. She should know, she’'d read them all. But nothing she'd ever found in her mentor’s library knew what they were. And with that realization, the deep-rooted anger reared its head. She had been shut up her entire life, first of her parents' will, then Ezlineia’s, then her own. And now, 24 years into her life, what did she have to show for it? An exhausting fear. A horrible feeling of being trapped. And not a fragment of new knowledge to contribute to anything. She knew how to wield fire, but what did that matter if she didn’t even know what she was fighting? Angry. Angry. Angry. Angry at the entire world. But she didn't let it out. She couldn't let it out. She closed in again. And she let it fester. It simmered beneath her for a year and a half, during which time she grew increasingly desperate to find out more about the Void. To find out something, anything, about the Void. A way to justify to herself the decades spent in isolation. But she never did. And nearing the tail end of her twenty-fifth year, the caldera of rage had swollen within her, growing more and more misplaced tremors of anger. Anger at her parents, who locked her in one room for years, and instilled deep within her the fear of the unknown that still dogged her feet. Anger at that damned pyromancer Elan for taking her away from her family when she was scarcely old enough to understand what was happening. Anger at Ezlineia, for her obsessed devotion to training her to become the next Queen. But most of all? Most of all, she was so furious it made her sick to her stomach at herself. If all the Midnosian studies on the Void were useless, what was she? Hiding in the library walls, never daring to take more than a few steps outside? Her whole life...what did any of it mean? No more. No more calculating decisions for weeks before taking a single action. No more staring silently at the ceiling, unable to sleep, eyes fearfully darting about the room for hours. No more suppressing her emotions, crushing them down until they boiled her alive. No more books. No more. No more useless scholarship. No more being groomed to take the throne by Ezlineia. After all, a queenship was just another, shinier cage. Never again. No more. She needed to leave this place. To escape. To throw herself into something else, something so singular and savage that she could only ever think of it. Her brain screamed for it. The caldera burst. The volcano erupted. With barely a conscious thought, she found herself strapped to a table as a willing volunteer, with Mom standing above her. "Are you really sure you want to do this, Quinnlash?" "Fucking yes! Hurry up already! The Queen sighed almost mournfully. And then came the pain. Her pyromancy warred with the ember growing within her, violently rejecting this foreign flame. Her skin peeled off and regrew. Her blood seethed and boiled. Her muscles were shredded, rebuilt, and shredded again. She vaguely remembers her bones snapping like brittle burnt twigs under their own weight. And her eyes incandesced, searing themselves white hot and bubbling within her skull. One of them ran out of her face, dripping like magma to the floor and collecting in a smoking, ruined pool. Only the other made it through the transformation from scholar to something far more dangerous, and it was forever dyed with a baleful yellow light. In the years since, she's changed so much from the her that hid from the world that she doesn't even recognize what she was anymore. She's a different person now. The life of a Huntress was one that she'd only come upon through reckless abandon and overpowering emotion—sheer blinding anger—and so that is who she became. She barely even remembers the old Quinnlash. The Quinnlash that she left behind. And for that she is thankful, as she embraces a new Quinnlash. The Quinnlash who fights the darkness. Who embraces the constant pain. Who does all she can to not feel fear. Because if she does, then the rest of her—the one she's tried so hard to forget—may come creeping back. Never again. Fight for the sake of fighting. Never again. Move on. Never again. Don't ever look back. Other Information TBD |
 _______________________________________________ I R L Full Name - Kelly Anne Mackay Age - 19 Place of Origin - Edinburgh, Scotland, UK Occupation - University Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Alja Frostguard Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Switch; DPS/Tank Profession - Blacksmith Weapon of Choice - Alja's favored weapon is an extremely heavy flail called the Glacier Chain. Domains - Ice; Manifestation, Conjuration, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Physical Alja is, unsurprisingly, a very physical person. She's physical with displeasure, she's physical with annoyance, she's physical with levity, she's physical with affection. Most everything she does involves her body and physicality in some way; hell, even drinking is something of a sport for her. Everything she does is so emphatically physical that it might look like a parody, but it really isn't. It's just the way she is. Raucous She might cut an imposing figure, but Alja is nothing if not approachable. She's rarely uncomfortable in any given situation, and that manifests itself in being super personable and always ready to laugh. Sure, she's a little bit rough around the edges--her laughs aren't exactly dainty, and her humor tends to run along the crude side more often than not--but for a night out drinking, there are few companions better. War Mother As mentioned above, as long as you're willing to put up with her the occasional slap on the back that ends up feeling a little bit more than friendly because of how physical she is, Alja is a pretty nice person to be around. And she loves fighting. Being how friendly she is, it's not super hard to get on her good side And if you are on that good side? She becomes the momma bear. She'd rather die than let you die. B E N C H M A R K S Hammer & Flame Just as she is skilled with a flail in battle, so too is she skilled with a hammer in the forge. Alja is a highly skilled smith. Most of the equipment she uses, she made and repairs herself, and she's always available to craft something for another player. She doesn't care much for price; while sometimes she'll charge for coin, most of the coin she needs she finds during her occasional dungeon delve. She much prefers having favors owed to her, and that's usually the price of her smithing services. Tundra Walker Alja's heart burns with the cold of the north. Over the course of her time in Pariah, she's unlocked powerful ice magic. Most of it is Primordial, summoning localized arctic storms or slamming the ground with her flail to create a line of lethal ice-spikes. However, she's also proficient at conjuration, coating her weapon or armor with a thick shell of enchanted ice or using it to hold a foe in place while she winds up a finishing strike with her flail. War Maiden While her ice magic is important, it's not what sets Alja apart in combat. Her true skill lies in the martial techniques that she's discovered over the course of her playtime. They've allowed her to specialize into some very useful abilities, including such things as rendering an enemy prone by wrapping her flail around their leg and pulling, disarmament through similar means, or a slow but powerful strike that lets her splinter shields and cave in chestplates alike. Worldspine Wanderer Alja is equally at home out in the deep wilderness as she is in a warm tavern. She can tell the direction she's going at all times, and has a general knowledge of the animals, plants, environmental hazards, and etc. of whatever terrain she happens to be in at the time, though she knows the tundra and mountains of the far north the best. As a result of her wanderings, she also receives a healthy buff to stamina that lets her keep going longer than most people. | Physical Description Kelly Mackay is a tiny girl; 19 years of age, she's still only about five feet tall. A bit of a doormat and wallflower with something of an anxiety problem, she's too afraid of people to go to the gym, ending up a bit of a social recluse who closes herself in her room most of the time. This leads to a couple of things: firstly, her skin is ghostly pale, as she rarely gets outside for any length of time. And secondly, she looks like a doll or something: because of how anxious she tends to be, she doesn't do anything that could result in any excitement or injury. Her skin is unmarked, and her hair is kept in perfect order, though it does sport quite a collection of split ends from constant nervous brushing. The only 'daring' thing that she ever brought herself to do was to bleach her naturally red hair and dye it a pastel pink. So, in short, her appearance in real life has NOTHING to do with how her avatar Alja appears. The first thing that most notice about Alja is just how big she is. She soars past six feet tall, ending up somewhere six inches above that, towering over most people she meets. And her size isn't just in her height, either. She's wide as well, with broad shoulders and hips. Whatever figure she might have between those two is hidden by the layers of huge, bulging muscle that ripple across her body. Her unkempt white hair is left undone, hanging down to about her massive shoulderblades. Most of the time, she wears a set of heavy armor forged of steel, stained blue and lined with brown fur. When she's not armored, she tends toward heavy fur clothing, especially long cloaks. Capping everything off is the wild grin that usually dominates her face, a promise of either a good time or absolute mayhem. Or both. Character Conceptualization There are people that shy away from problems that don't have to do with them. Who don't want to get involved with arguments that they have no business being involved with, and who tend to keep to themselves. Alja is...decidedly not one of those. Rather, Alja is the kind of person who actively goes out of her way to get involved with things that aren't even slightly her business, and for whom 'someone else's problem' translates roughly to 'opportunity to meet a new drinking buddy.' Despite being more than capable of solo play--her tank/DPS spec letting her get away with things that she really shouldn't occasionally--Alja is what might be referred to as a social butterfly if such a term didn't sound far too delicate for her particular brand of friendship. She's the kind of woman who makes an acquaintance with everyone, and considers every acquaintance her friend, and so she's never been short of allies for dungeoneering. Her free and loose attitude towards money and her competence as a smith doesn't hurt either. All that being said, as friendly as she is--as loud as she is--because of her tendency to make friends with everyone and so think the best of them by default, she is very easy to deceive. Her Tyhrien pathos is a painful reminder of a few incidents in the past, the worst of which--a trade-scamming betrayal from a loose group of people she'd been playing--left her alone in the wilderness with nothing to her name but Glacier Chain, a single health potion, and a halfhearted apology. But regardless of all that--however many times her kindness and preoccupation with honorable conduct have gotten her taken advantage of, or in danger--she refuses to back down from her worldview. The day that she stops believing in the best of people--Wayfarers and advanced NPCs alike--is, to her, the day that the people that scam, the people that betray, the people that hurt...the day they all win. So she continues swaggering through Pariah with that same cocksure, wild grin on her face, always ready to dive deep for her friends. Other Information Her signature weapon, the Glacier Chain, is a massive heavy flail made of enchanted ice that never melts. It has the unique effect of buffing ice damage from the wielder. While she certainly doesn't need it for her Primordial spells to do work, it certainly doesn't hurt. Most of Alja's magic damage comes from Primordial sources, leaving little need for defined spells. However, a relatively small corner of her magic is devoted to damage; most of it is oriented around tanking, and that merits a spell list. Frigid Form - Not so much a spell as a header, Frigid Form is the category of spells that define Alja's tank-related buffs. If a spell is listed under the Frigid Form header, you can be sure it's not there for damage (with one exception). Frigid Form - Tundra Glass (Conjuration): Tundra Glass forms the core of Alja's tank playstyle, and is also what makes her so versatile as a switch-role. She uses it to encase an object in a shell of ice. Usually, this is used to buff her defensive stats heavily, forming a suit of Frost Armor. This can also be used on allies, though the buff isn't as strong. However--here comes that exception--this is also one of her big DPS spells. By forming a shell of unstable Tundra Glass shards on Glacier Chain, Alja can cause a forceful explosion of ice on her next attack, massively empowering it. She can only have a single instance of Tundra Glass up at any one point, and there's a brief cooldown on creating it. Frigid Form - Stand Firm (Enhancement): Alja channels for one second. Once the channel is done, her entire body locks in place as she channels the strength of glaciers. The next hit she takes--no matter how powerful--will deal zero damage, and until she absorbs damage with this, she cannot be moved. However, if she chooses to move, attack, or take any other kind of action, Stand Firm is cancelled, and drains more energy than it would if she saw it to completion. Frigid Form - Heart of Ice (Manifestation): A channeled ability. Alja whirls her flail over her head. A zone forms around her, expanding every second to a maximum of about 20 feet across; everything in that zone not only has its movement speed slowed to an absolute crawl, but also has its damage output to all targets reduced by a significant amount. She can end the channel at any time, and can choose to slam her flail into the ground when she does. If she does so, it additionally creates a shockwave that does negligible damage, but violently pulls everything that was in the zone straight towards her. The further away they were from her, the harder it pulls. Frigid Form - Avatar of Winter (not yet learned) (Conjuration/Enhancement): Alja's highest-level tank spell, this can only be used when she already has Frost Armor on herself. It detonates the armor, scattering shards of ice about and dealing damage. Afterwards, the frost reforms; for the duration of this spell (about twenty seconds), she has massive damage reduction and has massive resistance to forced movement. It also renders her completely immune to frost damage of any kind, as she's encased in a colossal suit of Frost Armor almost a foot thick. Naturally, this spell takes the most energy to cast. In addition to Frigid Form, she has two very powerful damage spells in her kit that she reserves for emergencies: Be The North - The pinnacle of Alja's manifestation magic, turned outwards. She channels for a total of five seconds and gains resistance to any kind of forced movement during the channel. At the end of the channel, the area around her erupts with a blast of frost, dealing a huge chunk of ice damage and slowing anything caught in the final explosion for another five seconds. A spell devoted to mobs of weaker enemies. One Thousand Shining Teeth - As Be The North is the peak of her manifestation magic, this is the pinnacle of her conjuration turned to damage. She channels for up to ten seconds, during which time she floats into the air and steadily conjures a huge amount of spears made of ice all around her. At any time, she can choose to end the channel, dropping the ground and slamming it with her flail. When she does, the ice spears all seek the target(s) that she chooses. While it doesn't cover as much area as Be The North, if Alja needs to nuke one or two enemies to dust, accept no substitutes. |
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She is... currently my favorite. No reason! Ok, that's a lie.
Writing her has been a fun 2-hour pastime that cannot be repeated anymore. I like her in a way that makes it a pity she will never be a playable character in a role-playing game.
I have created a monster, not because she is ugly, but because she is an abomination in a collaborative story.
Well, I'd still love to be proven wrong about this matter, though.
Writing her has been a fun 2-hour pastime that cannot be repeated anymore. I like her in a way that makes it a pity she will never be a playable character in a role-playing game.
I have created a monster, not because she is ugly, but because she is an abomination in a collaborative story.
Well, I'd still love to be proven wrong about this matter, though.
Name : Alexandria
Species : Human(?)
Gender : Female
Age : 22
Place of Birth :
Apperance
Perhaps the most notable aspect of Alexandria's overall presentation is the reinforced maid uniform she wears almost every day. She has dark hair with a distinct shade of blue, styled in a simple ponytail that reaches her waist. In front, her fringe ends in the middle of her eyebrows. Neat and functional. Alexandria has a beautiful face, though it is almost devoid of emotion; there was no luster in her ocean-colored eyes, as if no soul ever existed behind them.
Beyond that, Alexandria looked physically well. Standing at 180 cm with an athletic body, the young woman carries herself with the fluidity typical of a trained servant, but with a haunting certainty to her gait.
Personality
Alexandria is stoic and does not fully understand the necessity of showing emotion. She is a perfect maid in technical level; she speaks softly and formally, her etiquette is impeccable, and she can differentiate all kinds of dining spoons with her eyes closed. Yet she is cold and soulless, like a dwarven engine that does its function as intended, not because it is passionate, but because it was designed to
Before being saved by the Paladins of the Order and taken under Dr. William Schult's guardianship, Alexandria had been treated as an unfeeling and unthinking tool. The conditioning was ingrained so deeply that Dr. Schult theorized it was physically wired into her being and could not be erased by simply removing her slave mark.
As a result, Alexandria often appears literal-minded and somewhat naive. This leads to significant difficulties in navigating social interactions; she rarely initiates a conversation and cannot properly register or express empathy beyond what has been taught, making her seem distant and insincere.
However, whenever the situation calls, she instinctively jumps in to help, whether asked or not. It remains uncertain whether this behavior stems from a genuine kindness or is simply a habitual impulse.
Although she may appear impassive, Alexandria is by no means intellectually impaired. She learns things quickly and has demonstrated sharp acumen during intense situations. Her ability to self-learn became more pronounced after Dr. Schult's passing, as circumstances forced her to become more tactful and independent. The last directives from her late master were particularly helpful in that regard. The maid is still working on it, and there is still a long way to go.
Brief Backstory:
Equipment:
- A Zweihänder. Nothing special about this greatsword except that it was made centuries ago and has withstood abuse from Alexandria's brutal training. Pretty durable considering she swings that thing like a toothpick. They don't make things with this quality anymore
- Medium-size backpack
Skills:
Alexandria is inhumanly strong. She is capable of lifting objects much larger than herself without breaking a sweat. She can use a wide array of melee, but a greatsword is her main choice of weapon. Her moves are not by any means clumsy, but it was clearly unpolished, which even a journeyman swordsman could see all the errors and openings.
Consequently, her strong physics also contributes greatly to her overall durability. Alexandria can take the heaviest hit that would knock the strongest out. She is also less susceptible to ailments such as poison and paralyzing substances and spells. This part was like the result of the alchemist's conditioning.
Species : Human(?)
Gender : Female
Age : 22
Place of Birth :
Apperance
Perhaps the most notable aspect of Alexandria's overall presentation is the reinforced maid uniform she wears almost every day. She has dark hair with a distinct shade of blue, styled in a simple ponytail that reaches her waist. In front, her fringe ends in the middle of her eyebrows. Neat and functional. Alexandria has a beautiful face, though it is almost devoid of emotion; there was no luster in her ocean-colored eyes, as if no soul ever existed behind them.
Beyond that, Alexandria looked physically well. Standing at 180 cm with an athletic body, the young woman carries herself with the fluidity typical of a trained servant, but with a haunting certainty to her gait.
Personality
Alexandria is stoic and does not fully understand the necessity of showing emotion. She is a perfect maid in technical level; she speaks softly and formally, her etiquette is impeccable, and she can differentiate all kinds of dining spoons with her eyes closed. Yet she is cold and soulless, like a dwarven engine that does its function as intended, not because it is passionate, but because it was designed to
Before being saved by the Paladins of the Order and taken under Dr. William Schult's guardianship, Alexandria had been treated as an unfeeling and unthinking tool. The conditioning was ingrained so deeply that Dr. Schult theorized it was physically wired into her being and could not be erased by simply removing her slave mark.
As a result, Alexandria often appears literal-minded and somewhat naive. This leads to significant difficulties in navigating social interactions; she rarely initiates a conversation and cannot properly register or express empathy beyond what has been taught, making her seem distant and insincere.
However, whenever the situation calls, she instinctively jumps in to help, whether asked or not. It remains uncertain whether this behavior stems from a genuine kindness or is simply a habitual impulse.
Although she may appear impassive, Alexandria is by no means intellectually impaired. She learns things quickly and has demonstrated sharp acumen during intense situations. Her ability to self-learn became more pronounced after Dr. Schult's passing, as circumstances forced her to become more tactful and independent. The last directives from her late master were particularly helpful in that regard. The maid is still working on it, and there is still a long way to go.
Brief Backstory:
Ten years ago, Dr. William Schult was asked to examine a very peculiar waif the Paladins had just rescued from a mad alchemist's dungeon. As a psychiatric practitioner, the task was not unusual for him. Ex-Slaves in particular often need help reintegrating into society, and as a staunch supporter of The Order, it was only natural that he helped to the best of his ability. The paladins described her as 'troublesome' despite their efforts to give proper care. Fortunately, they said, she was calmer now after her slave mark was removed. The doctor could only imagine what she was like before that; the paladins never specify.
This girl had no name, seemed to be no older than twelve, was borderline mute, and could only understand a few words. During the interview, she maintained a lethargic disposition, like a defeated caged beast that already awaits its demise. There was no way the order could let her roam free in this state, and even less so to accept her in their academy. The girl had no relatives, and finding a foster parent to adopt her seemed to be a tall order.
Not counting the maids who regularly work in his mansion, Dr. Schult had been living alone long enough since her wife's passing; he is already in his mid-seventies and had never considered the possibility of having someone to take care of; that was just troublesome for all parties involved.
But sometimes things just happened. He did not remember exactly why he decided to be her guardian. Was it pity? A whim? Or part of Gods plan? He didn't know for certain.
This girl had no name, seemed to be no older than twelve, was borderline mute, and could only understand a few words. During the interview, she maintained a lethargic disposition, like a defeated caged beast that already awaits its demise. There was no way the order could let her roam free in this state, and even less so to accept her in their academy. The girl had no relatives, and finding a foster parent to adopt her seemed to be a tall order.
Not counting the maids who regularly work in his mansion, Dr. Schult had been living alone long enough since her wife's passing; he is already in his mid-seventies and had never considered the possibility of having someone to take care of; that was just troublesome for all parties involved.
But sometimes things just happened. He did not remember exactly why he decided to be her guardian. Was it pity? A whim? Or part of Gods plan? He didn't know for certain.
"Are you... master?"
There was a bittersweet feeling when Dr. Schult heard that. It had been almost a year since he swore to be this girl's guardian, and he had tried every method in the book to stimulate the girl's cognitive abilities and lift her spirit. It was bitter because, despite all his efforts to express compassion and establish a familial bond, she chose words that echoed her previous circumstances. However, it was also sweet because it was the first time the girl had initiated a conversation. Not wanting to disappoint her by correcting her on her first question, Dr. Schult instinctively replied with a yes.
Dr Schult thought their new ways-of-calling wouldn't stick, and he could always iron it out later. But days passed, and the girl patiently waited, not for compassion but for his command. Naturally, he tried to take back what he said, and that would result in the girl standing motionless outside of her room all day, staring into empty space with vacant eyes and repeating the very same question every two hours.
"Master, what is your command?"
It went on for an entire month, and with each passing week, the repeated question became more of a plea than an acknowledgment of duty.
Having had enough and fearing that the girl might harm herself if continued to be ignored, Dr. Schult relented. He started to give her routines, or orders, in the little girl's own words. Recognizing her dedication to help the maids and whoever she came across, he decided to name her Alexandria, as her only interest seemed to be helping others. He hoped that one day her desire to help would stem from genuine passion rather than a senseless obedience.
Considering that he would mostly be busy managing his enterprise, He would enlist the help of his head maid, Inge, to teach her language, writing, and all the importance of being a maid. Well, as long as she is happy, she can roleplay all she wants. That was what Dr. Schult thought when he finalized the arrangement. Later, on his deathbed, he wondered if he had made a mistake on this one.
There was a bittersweet feeling when Dr. Schult heard that. It had been almost a year since he swore to be this girl's guardian, and he had tried every method in the book to stimulate the girl's cognitive abilities and lift her spirit. It was bitter because, despite all his efforts to express compassion and establish a familial bond, she chose words that echoed her previous circumstances. However, it was also sweet because it was the first time the girl had initiated a conversation. Not wanting to disappoint her by correcting her on her first question, Dr. Schult instinctively replied with a yes.
Dr Schult thought their new ways-of-calling wouldn't stick, and he could always iron it out later. But days passed, and the girl patiently waited, not for compassion but for his command. Naturally, he tried to take back what he said, and that would result in the girl standing motionless outside of her room all day, staring into empty space with vacant eyes and repeating the very same question every two hours.
"Master, what is your command?"
It went on for an entire month, and with each passing week, the repeated question became more of a plea than an acknowledgment of duty.
Having had enough and fearing that the girl might harm herself if continued to be ignored, Dr. Schult relented. He started to give her routines, or orders, in the little girl's own words. Recognizing her dedication to help the maids and whoever she came across, he decided to name her Alexandria, as her only interest seemed to be helping others. He hoped that one day her desire to help would stem from genuine passion rather than a senseless obedience.
Considering that he would mostly be busy managing his enterprise, He would enlist the help of his head maid, Inge, to teach her language, writing, and all the importance of being a maid. Well, as long as she is happy, she can roleplay all she wants. That was what Dr. Schult thought when he finalized the arrangement. Later, on his deathbed, he wondered if he had made a mistake on this one.
Years had passed, and Dr. Schult had witnessed both Alexandria's talents and her difficult circumstances. However, a significant question lingered in his mind: Who was Alexandria before she was enslaved by the mad alchemist? What about her parents? The Paladins did not disclose much during the early days when he took her in, and they seemed somewhat reluctant to answer his inquiries. So, Dr. Schult decided to try again, this time through formal means. When the letter arrived and he read it, he found himself regretting that he had asked.
From what they could gather in his ransacked underground workshop, Alexandria's mother had been subjected to countless experiments since her conception. The mad alchemist referred to her as a means to create a unique specimen, describing it in his own words as "the perfect, unstoppable killing machine." Tragically, she died while birthing Alexandria. In his journal, the mad alchemist lamented this terrible loss but insisted that the plan must continue.
Not even a newborn was spared from his cruelty. She was immediately immersed in an alchemical solution, injected with various experimental concoctions, and marked as a slave. Since she could walk, her entire world was mostly a three-by-two cell, and she spent most of her time inculcated, tested to her limits, and punished when mistakes were made.
Dr. William Schult balled his fist, letter and all, and tossed it into the fireplace. He hoped there was a special place in hell for that Mad alchemist.
From what they could gather in his ransacked underground workshop, Alexandria's mother had been subjected to countless experiments since her conception. The mad alchemist referred to her as a means to create a unique specimen, describing it in his own words as "the perfect, unstoppable killing machine." Tragically, she died while birthing Alexandria. In his journal, the mad alchemist lamented this terrible loss but insisted that the plan must continue.
Not even a newborn was spared from his cruelty. She was immediately immersed in an alchemical solution, injected with various experimental concoctions, and marked as a slave. Since she could walk, her entire world was mostly a three-by-two cell, and she spent most of her time inculcated, tested to her limits, and punished when mistakes were made.
Dr. William Schult balled his fist, letter and all, and tossed it into the fireplace. He hoped there was a special place in hell for that Mad alchemist.
It was a warm afternoon in mid-July when Dr. Schultz finished reading the letter from the Order. He had grown pale, and his voice was husky. The age had been catching up on him, something he had already seen coming a couple of years ago. That letter explained why The Order cannot accept Alexandria into their cadre. One point detailed that while she finished every assigned task impeccably and passed all the tests with flying colors, the Order felt that her conviction was not genuine from the heart. Another point in that letter was retelling her conversation with the Cardinal, who explained that we are all servants of the Creator, and then she asked, if He was our master, where could she meet Him? The exchange went out of hand when Alexanderia asserted that she only follows a master whom she can see, talk to, and feel.
The news almost gave him a ticket straight to afterlife.
"Master, are you in pain?"
Alexandria, the maid asked guilelessly. Schult raised his palm while his other hand picked his nose bridge. Why... he lamented.
"Is there anything I can help with?"
There was no answer from the old doctor.
"Master..."
"Would you give it a rest already, dumb maid!?" he fired, having already reached the end of his patience. A flurry of regrets came crashing down hard to tell if it was of his doing or circumstances. He had entertained Alexandria's whim for nearly ten years to the point he had embraced it instinctively. A perfect maidservant she was, dutiful and diligent despite her inherent shortcomings. But that was not what he really wanted, never will... and this was not the future he wished upon her. He was disappointed, angry, and confused, and Alexandria is the only person present in this room; she never talks back, just accepts, an easy target for him to lash out.
"You want to help? Go ahead and deal with those lawyers. They will tear you apart like ravenous wolves. Mark my word! The moment I die, they will gnaw my estate piece by piece. They will toss you out like nothing. What would you do without me, hah?! Do you think making tea, baking a cake, and cleaning a piano with one hand can impress them? Change their mind, give you room, and let you stay?"
The maid did not answer. Despite her trademark impassiveness, she had learned not to be literal in this kind of situation. As he observed the flicker of grief in her otherwise vacant eyes, his anger started to dissipate. He had been needlessly harsh with her.
"I am sorry, it's not your fault," he said raspyly, gesturing for her to come closer as he stood up from his chair, enduring an urge to wheeze so this troublesome maid wouldn't barrage him with unnecessary concern.
"You have grown," he said as he stroked her silky, bluish hair. "I will miss you when I am gone. Will you miss me too?"
Alexandria blinked slowly. There was a pause, and a tiny hint of sadness remained in her eyes, but the maid did not know what to do with it. It causes a boiling pain in her chest. She acknowledges the pain, but never understands why it needs to be shown; it is to tell her something is wrong, and he knows this wrong was about her master's health deteriorating. There was nothing she could do about it, and she had accepted the pain,
"I will await your return, master," she said finally.
Dr. Schult smiled.
"That's my daughter."
The news almost gave him a ticket straight to afterlife.
"Master, are you in pain?"
Alexandria, the maid asked guilelessly. Schult raised his palm while his other hand picked his nose bridge. Why... he lamented.
"Is there anything I can help with?"
There was no answer from the old doctor.
"Master..."
"Would you give it a rest already, dumb maid!?" he fired, having already reached the end of his patience. A flurry of regrets came crashing down hard to tell if it was of his doing or circumstances. He had entertained Alexandria's whim for nearly ten years to the point he had embraced it instinctively. A perfect maidservant she was, dutiful and diligent despite her inherent shortcomings. But that was not what he really wanted, never will... and this was not the future he wished upon her. He was disappointed, angry, and confused, and Alexandria is the only person present in this room; she never talks back, just accepts, an easy target for him to lash out.
"You want to help? Go ahead and deal with those lawyers. They will tear you apart like ravenous wolves. Mark my word! The moment I die, they will gnaw my estate piece by piece. They will toss you out like nothing. What would you do without me, hah?! Do you think making tea, baking a cake, and cleaning a piano with one hand can impress them? Change their mind, give you room, and let you stay?"
The maid did not answer. Despite her trademark impassiveness, she had learned not to be literal in this kind of situation. As he observed the flicker of grief in her otherwise vacant eyes, his anger started to dissipate. He had been needlessly harsh with her.
"I am sorry, it's not your fault," he said raspyly, gesturing for her to come closer as he stood up from his chair, enduring an urge to wheeze so this troublesome maid wouldn't barrage him with unnecessary concern.
"You have grown," he said as he stroked her silky, bluish hair. "I will miss you when I am gone. Will you miss me too?"
Alexandria blinked slowly. There was a pause, and a tiny hint of sadness remained in her eyes, but the maid did not know what to do with it. It causes a boiling pain in her chest. She acknowledges the pain, but never understands why it needs to be shown; it is to tell her something is wrong, and he knows this wrong was about her master's health deteriorating. There was nothing she could do about it, and she had accepted the pain,
"I will await your return, master," she said finally.
Dr. Schult smiled.
"That's my daughter."
Dr. Schult's premonition turned out to be correct. Just a week after his death, several lawyers hired by his distant relatives began their efforts to claim his estate. Fortunately, he had managed to secure some funds to ensure that Alexandria wouldn’t end up on the streets. While the amount wasn’t large, it was enough to buy the maid a house near the city limits, with some leftover funds that those greedy lawyers couldn’t touch. It would be declared to be Alexandria's entire salary while working as a maid in his mansion, and while the designations in that arrangement were not at all to his liking, it was the only way.
Dear Alexandria.
If you read this, I am already on the other side. I know you wouldn't weep, but I know how heavy this is to you. Do you like the house? You earned it. Keep it well, keep it tidy, like how you did in the mansion, even without a master to serve. You are the master of yourself now. It's time for you to see the world, its good and its bad. I know you can handle it. I always know.
I have also sent a letter to the Branch Manager of the Adventurer's Guild, letting them know that you will be coming. Should have made an effort to befriend that guy a decade ago---who knows, you might earn the rank Iron on the first try. Ha! But I think copper is okay; everyone has to start somewhere.
Find friends you can rely on, be careful, and walk with dignity. That was my final command to you. I know you may need this advice until you become someone who no longer requires guidance.
Lastly, I know there were hurtful things that I said in the past. I was confused, like everyone else. Perhaps, just perhaps, he entire maid shenanigans was your way of saying thanks, and that was your only way of expressing it. I shouldn’t have mocked gestures that came from goodwill. I was wrong, and I sincerely apologize. Keep doing what you’re doing, and thank you for staying with me for the past ten years.
Sincerely,
Dr. William Schult
Dear Alexandria.
If you read this, I am already on the other side. I know you wouldn't weep, but I know how heavy this is to you. Do you like the house? You earned it. Keep it well, keep it tidy, like how you did in the mansion, even without a master to serve. You are the master of yourself now. It's time for you to see the world, its good and its bad. I know you can handle it. I always know.
I have also sent a letter to the Branch Manager of the Adventurer's Guild, letting them know that you will be coming. Should have made an effort to befriend that guy a decade ago---who knows, you might earn the rank Iron on the first try. Ha! But I think copper is okay; everyone has to start somewhere.
Find friends you can rely on, be careful, and walk with dignity. That was my final command to you. I know you may need this advice until you become someone who no longer requires guidance.
Lastly, I know there were hurtful things that I said in the past. I was confused, like everyone else. Perhaps, just perhaps, he entire maid shenanigans was your way of saying thanks, and that was your only way of expressing it. I shouldn’t have mocked gestures that came from goodwill. I was wrong, and I sincerely apologize. Keep doing what you’re doing, and thank you for staying with me for the past ten years.
Sincerely,
Dr. William Schult
Equipment:
- A Zweihänder. Nothing special about this greatsword except that it was made centuries ago and has withstood abuse from Alexandria's brutal training. Pretty durable considering she swings that thing like a toothpick. They don't make things with this quality anymore
- Medium-size backpack
Skills:
Alexandria is inhumanly strong. She is capable of lifting objects much larger than herself without breaking a sweat. She can use a wide array of melee, but a greatsword is her main choice of weapon. Her moves are not by any means clumsy, but it was clearly unpolished, which even a journeyman swordsman could see all the errors and openings.
Consequently, her strong physics also contributes greatly to her overall durability. Alexandria can take the heaviest hit that would knock the strongest out. She is also less susceptible to ailments such as poison and paralyzing substances and spells. This part was like the result of the alchemist's conditioning.
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I have yet to make a character in written rp that I really vibe with heavily. Maybe one day...
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My favorite characters I've ever had are for a game on another forum. The setting takes place in a sleepy suburban American town where pretty much everything unusual happens, the "Nowhere, Kansas" of New England essentially. There are so many oddities in town that this woman decided to convert an old office building into a high school for kids with oddities, called Oddity High. I have two students in that game.
The first is a boy named Gill. He's tall, he's pale, he's handsome, has red hair, and unnaturally grey eyes. a merman; in this setting, mermen and mermaids are beautiful, have hypnotic singing voices, can communicate with sea life, and cannot transform between legs and a tail. He was raised by parents who feared humanity and never wanted Gill to interact with humans. However, when he was six years old, they went out for a hunt and never came back. Gill was left alone in the ocean, longing for companionship, and he never saw another merman or mermaid again. When he turned 16, his longing became insatiable and he found a deep witch (a mysterious spirit being that resembles a jellyfish) who gave him the ability to grow legs and go onto land when he left the water, in exchange for "the color in his eyes". He accepted and not only did his eyes turn grey, but he's now colorblind-- he can only see in black and white, making it so he can't really appreciate the sights that the human world has to offer. Despite this, he's chipper and social, if rather naive due to his lack of knowledge of the human world. He ended up befriending a socially awkward, grumpy girl with the ability to shoot fire from her hands, and they ended up dating.
The second is a girl named Jackie, raised in a fundamentalist household. She's short, with a modest figure and brunette hair in a bob. She was inspired by the Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. As a little girl she was basically Mommy's Little Girl, dedicating herself to her parents, her schooling, and to God. But as she grew older, she found herself wanting to live her own life, but her domineering mother wouldn't let her. At some point, somehow, the defiant and rebellious parts of herself was shunted into a separate individual that she transforms to and from at random. This second personality became known as Heidi. When she transforms into Heidi, she grows taller, her figure fills out and becomes more curvaceous, her hair turns long and blonde, and her personality takes a radical shift. Heidi is rebellious, adventurous, flirtatious, swears like a sailor, disdains authority and refuses to compromise on anything. Her mother believed she had been possessed by a demon and tried to have her exorcised, which didn't work. Her base "Jackie" identity doubled down on being the responsible girl that always did what she was told, essentially being nothing but the filter that Heidi doesn't have. Jackie doesn't want anything for herself; Heidi ONLY cares about herself. Her mother enrolled her in Oddity High in the hopes that they could find a "cure" for her (read: get rid of Heidi and leave only the obedient Jackie self). Despite her best efforts, there is no sign of a cure, and indeed, Jackie is beginning to learn not to constantly follow orders and obey her parents unconditionally, learning to want things for herself. And Heidi is learning how to settle down and become a more caring person. She's currently ended up in a relationship with a girl (and is keeping it secret lest her bigoted mother have a conniption), a lesbian vampire also enrolled at the school who is nonetheless a total sweetheart. I hope those two learn to make it work.
The first is a boy named Gill. He's tall, he's pale, he's handsome, has red hair, and unnaturally grey eyes. a merman; in this setting, mermen and mermaids are beautiful, have hypnotic singing voices, can communicate with sea life, and cannot transform between legs and a tail. He was raised by parents who feared humanity and never wanted Gill to interact with humans. However, when he was six years old, they went out for a hunt and never came back. Gill was left alone in the ocean, longing for companionship, and he never saw another merman or mermaid again. When he turned 16, his longing became insatiable and he found a deep witch (a mysterious spirit being that resembles a jellyfish) who gave him the ability to grow legs and go onto land when he left the water, in exchange for "the color in his eyes". He accepted and not only did his eyes turn grey, but he's now colorblind-- he can only see in black and white, making it so he can't really appreciate the sights that the human world has to offer. Despite this, he's chipper and social, if rather naive due to his lack of knowledge of the human world. He ended up befriending a socially awkward, grumpy girl with the ability to shoot fire from her hands, and they ended up dating.
The second is a girl named Jackie, raised in a fundamentalist household. She's short, with a modest figure and brunette hair in a bob. She was inspired by the Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. As a little girl she was basically Mommy's Little Girl, dedicating herself to her parents, her schooling, and to God. But as she grew older, she found herself wanting to live her own life, but her domineering mother wouldn't let her. At some point, somehow, the defiant and rebellious parts of herself was shunted into a separate individual that she transforms to and from at random. This second personality became known as Heidi. When she transforms into Heidi, she grows taller, her figure fills out and becomes more curvaceous, her hair turns long and blonde, and her personality takes a radical shift. Heidi is rebellious, adventurous, flirtatious, swears like a sailor, disdains authority and refuses to compromise on anything. Her mother believed she had been possessed by a demon and tried to have her exorcised, which didn't work. Her base "Jackie" identity doubled down on being the responsible girl that always did what she was told, essentially being nothing but the filter that Heidi doesn't have. Jackie doesn't want anything for herself; Heidi ONLY cares about herself. Her mother enrolled her in Oddity High in the hopes that they could find a "cure" for her (read: get rid of Heidi and leave only the obedient Jackie self). Despite her best efforts, there is no sign of a cure, and indeed, Jackie is beginning to learn not to constantly follow orders and obey her parents unconditionally, learning to want things for herself. And Heidi is learning how to settle down and become a more caring person. She's currently ended up in a relationship with a girl (and is keeping it secret lest her bigoted mother have a conniption), a lesbian vampire also enrolled at the school who is nonetheless a total sweetheart. I hope those two learn to make it work.
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I like all my characters. Because each of them has a little characteristic of my self. or more vocal or more something that I wish I was.
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interesting topic
Won't really post character sheets since I've always treated those are more of a formality, but there's some RP characters that stick out firmly in my mind. Some that I never even got to play, but who's setup I liked so much that they felt memorable to me.
I like Tamatsu and Vanth, a rather ordinary girl who ended up being murdered due to a long, ancient curse on a card she was fated to own, and her corpse being animated by a spirit who now inhabited her body alongside her that she wasn't aware of. And I do mean she's a corpse; her spirit is still bound to her body, but due to the necromancer Vanth's powers, with the same spell he sealed his spirit to hers. Planning to eventually purge her spirit and use her body to revive himself, all while she's vaguely aware she's not really alive. Never got to play her but she's a super cool character to me.
Similarly, Shizuka from an old 1x1 I did with a friend that didn't get very far. A "trans girl" in a sense, as in she was an actual trans girl at one point, being a boy who didn't like being one and got his wish granted by a cosmic game turning him into a real, cis girl. 'course no such thing as a free lunch and all, so she was forced to use the spirit of her alter ego- Cross- who looked like her old, male self to fight other people who similarly had their wish granted. The losers would have their wish undone and ripped away from them.
There's also Serah who I like. From an old mecha RP. I mostly like her because she's one of the few characters who I got to really write, and one with a compelling (enough) story arc and some actual character development. She had a relationship, saw her friends die, went to prison- was pretty fun. I may bring her back in a bit if something shakes out, but otherwise she's mostly a good memory to me.
i swear i don't only write girls, just the girl characters i seemed to have more fun with than the guys i've historically played.
Won't really post character sheets since I've always treated those are more of a formality, but there's some RP characters that stick out firmly in my mind. Some that I never even got to play, but who's setup I liked so much that they felt memorable to me.
I like Tamatsu and Vanth, a rather ordinary girl who ended up being murdered due to a long, ancient curse on a card she was fated to own, and her corpse being animated by a spirit who now inhabited her body alongside her that she wasn't aware of. And I do mean she's a corpse; her spirit is still bound to her body, but due to the necromancer Vanth's powers, with the same spell he sealed his spirit to hers. Planning to eventually purge her spirit and use her body to revive himself, all while she's vaguely aware she's not really alive. Never got to play her but she's a super cool character to me.
Similarly, Shizuka from an old 1x1 I did with a friend that didn't get very far. A "trans girl" in a sense, as in she was an actual trans girl at one point, being a boy who didn't like being one and got his wish granted by a cosmic game turning him into a real, cis girl. 'course no such thing as a free lunch and all, so she was forced to use the spirit of her alter ego- Cross- who looked like her old, male self to fight other people who similarly had their wish granted. The losers would have their wish undone and ripped away from them.
There's also Serah who I like. From an old mecha RP. I mostly like her because she's one of the few characters who I got to really write, and one with a compelling (enough) story arc and some actual character development. She had a relationship, saw her friends die, went to prison- was pretty fun. I may bring her back in a bit if something shakes out, but otherwise she's mostly a good memory to me.
i swear i don't only write girls, just the girl characters i seemed to have more fun with than the guys i've historically played.
Melodia Lapseus
ℙersonal 𝕀nformation
House: Lady of House Lapseus
Age: Fifty-Two
Race: Human
Gender: Lady
Appearance: 4'7 in height // 95 lbs // White Hair // Crimson Eyes
𝕊o 𝕆n & 𝕊o 𝔽orth
Alignment: "I serve only House Lapseus."
Skills:
Wise Beyond Her Years - Melodia was quite gifted in her youth. Her and her sister were blessed enough to have expensive tutors that taught them within their estate. These tutors were not only gifted themselves, but were given permission to teach the young girls everything they wished with accelerated lessons and six to seven day plans that ceased only during the winter every year. Knowledge was power in the north, and although Melodia's parents were selfish, greedy, slimy, cutthroats who screwed the lower class without end. They did care deeply for their daughters and wished for them to be ahead in life for the cruel world that awaited them in their adulthood. And as evil as they may have been, Melodia thanks them even in current years for this. Nonetheless, decades have gone by and while Melodia's body is brittle and small - her knowledge grows and flourishes every moment of every day. There is a say "The wisest warrior sharpens their blade every day." and she embodies this saying by constantly pushing the boundaries of her studies, intellectually, and morally.
The Unassuming Predator - Melodia's condition allows the the cold and cruel noblewoman to retain the appearance of youth. She uses this to her advantage. Those who don't have knowledge of the truth behind Melodia's facade would easily fall for the noblewoman's facade - but those that do know of her truth don't see a young girl, but a ruthless opponent. When not playing the young unassuming girl card Melodia's quite cruel to those she does not respect, and sometimes even to those she does. Her tactics are generally unorthodox and calculated without the bindings of morality, even some of the southern nobles could take notes of from her cruelty. But she is by no means the most powerful noble, nor does she wish to be, she simply has her own goals and will take every step needed to reach those ends.
Backstory:
The Lapseus Family were once quite established in the northern cities. With a noble bloodline dating back before the war with the south the House was most famous for the deceased Almonte Lapseus who fought without end to better their position among the other nobility and earn more prosperous lands for the people. But after Almonte’s death the House would fall into decline. The ambition that the famous figurehead left behind only caused his descendants more trouble, insurrections, deceit from former allies, all of which had been caused by the good intentions. This track record only caused the generations that followed to grow more bitter and secluded themselves into their abodes, angry and unfulfilled.
It wasn’t long until this treatment twisted the once benevolent nobility into those that loathed others and wished only to improve their momentary happiness. Greed, lust, gluttony, all forms of atrocity were performed over the years by these generations of the Lapseus Family. None were innocent, as those who didn’t outright enact the horrendous actions simply watched in depression. This attitude spilled into their ruling over the lands, causing ever increasing debt and disparity for the people - trade grew worse and worse over the years and eventually poverty became the norm. This became even worse during the war, as rations became even more sparse and the nobles chose their own safety over that of their people, shutting themselves and their protectors away in their estates in a selfish act of self preservation. This is what drew the final line between the house and their people.
Fast forward a few years and welcome a baby Melodia into this world, she’s a Lapseus true as all can see with her stark white hair and bright blue eyes. She was born alongside her twin sister Rhythmia, both girls were on the smaller side though were healthy and promising heirs to the Lapseus seat. Melodia was a bright youth from the start, her outlook on life was positive despite the conditions around the House, she and her sister was tutored rigorously by Amadeus Sytheria a fairly accomplished scholar in the north, the workers and servants within the house were incredibly friendly, all seemed well in Melodia's early childhood. But with age and time soon came realizations. Melodia would soon come to learn about her family's darker side, their greed, their treatment of the people, none of which sat well with the pure spirit that was newly brought into the world and still quite sheltered.
It was after this realization that she would take steps in the right direction, hoisting herself into the medical field as she found the study both exciting and helpful. Even at a young age Melodia was quite skilled when it came to this profession, and would even sneak out of the estate to treat people of simple ailments - with the supervision of personal bodyguards that she trusted personally of course. These night trips would result in a small but budding trust in communities around the House's estate, embers of a fire that would soon ignite and incinerate her family as a whole. A letter would arrive from the court of law, stating that the entirety of the main family branch of House Lapseus was to appear before them to be tried for so-so many laws being broken and the cruelty to the masses finally being addressed.
It wasn’t long until this treatment twisted the once benevolent nobility into those that loathed others and wished only to improve their momentary happiness. Greed, lust, gluttony, all forms of atrocity were performed over the years by these generations of the Lapseus Family. None were innocent, as those who didn’t outright enact the horrendous actions simply watched in depression. This attitude spilled into their ruling over the lands, causing ever increasing debt and disparity for the people - trade grew worse and worse over the years and eventually poverty became the norm. This became even worse during the war, as rations became even more sparse and the nobles chose their own safety over that of their people, shutting themselves and their protectors away in their estates in a selfish act of self preservation. This is what drew the final line between the house and their people.
Fast forward a few years and welcome a baby Melodia into this world, she’s a Lapseus true as all can see with her stark white hair and bright blue eyes. She was born alongside her twin sister Rhythmia, both girls were on the smaller side though were healthy and promising heirs to the Lapseus seat. Melodia was a bright youth from the start, her outlook on life was positive despite the conditions around the House, she and her sister was tutored rigorously by Amadeus Sytheria a fairly accomplished scholar in the north, the workers and servants within the house were incredibly friendly, all seemed well in Melodia's early childhood. But with age and time soon came realizations. Melodia would soon come to learn about her family's darker side, their greed, their treatment of the people, none of which sat well with the pure spirit that was newly brought into the world and still quite sheltered.
It was after this realization that she would take steps in the right direction, hoisting herself into the medical field as she found the study both exciting and helpful. Even at a young age Melodia was quite skilled when it came to this profession, and would even sneak out of the estate to treat people of simple ailments - with the supervision of personal bodyguards that she trusted personally of course. These night trips would result in a small but budding trust in communities around the House's estate, embers of a fire that would soon ignite and incinerate her family as a whole. A letter would arrive from the court of law, stating that the entirety of the main family branch of House Lapseus was to appear before them to be tried for so-so many laws being broken and the cruelty to the masses finally being addressed.
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• Medical Equipment - Melodia keeps on her person a number of medical tools, syringes, phials, pills, antiseptic, a number of scalpels of different lengths. One would typically be found with a firearm in the north, especially in this day and age but not Melodia - weapons are quite literally never found within her arsenal per say. Instead she keeps things that she might need to tend a wound, or take a sample, things that fall more in line with her professional background than that of self defense or anything of that ilk. She does however have chemicals that could be deemed harmful one her should she need to escape sticky situations.
L a p s e u s
Domain: Research
Location: Northeast
Members:
• Vati Polynox • The easiest way to summarize Vati Polynox is that he’s a nobody - no public record, no family history, no trace of citizenship on any census, he’s a ghost and that’s exactly what he was meant to be. Vati is Melodia’s personal bodyguard, caretakers, he’s basically responsible for most of the unpleasant stuff that she would need to deal with if she wasn’t a brittle old crone. But those who would be lucky enough to meet the boy would find that he is completely obedient and enamored with Melodia, and while they bicker from time to time their connection is very real and visible.
• Theadora Thespia • Although she wasn’t even born during the culling of House Lapseus, the branch family of Thespia still feels those effects to this day. Formerly a house that prided itself on maintaining the bars and dice houses of the Lapsean cities, the “House of Liars” has within the new generation - reformed into something else entirely. Theadora Thespia was raised in a time where the main family nor her own were doing so well, and when the nobility isn’t doing well - neither are the people. The gambling days were limited, bars were empty, people were starving. Thea was by no means a sheltered youth, often taking to the streets with her mother and seeing these atrocities with her own eyes. And it was with her summit to the head of her branch that she decided to change things. In her teens she took to visit the scientific savants of the main family Melodia, and was taught by her for some time - but she also ventured to House Young which had a lasting relationship with the family. And with the teachings of these two intellectual households she came home with a new focus for the Thespia, developing new and more accessible food sources and utilizing science to create them if they didn’t exist.
• Cian Mortimarx • A strange relic of the past is the Mortimarx family, still they are rightfully a branch of Lapseus to her dismay. They are the gravekeepers of the region, by choice and by trade, and aren’t even really a noble house by any means other than name - rather they live in the far north of their territory in the boonies. The Mortimarx also have a knack for dressing outlandish and making scenes in public, whether this is for attention or not is to be decided, but they are renown for the wrong reasons among Lapsean people. Cian is the head of this family, he’s around Melodia’s age and the two have more in common than either would like to admit. He is whimsical and uncomfortably eager to please any who are unlucky enough to have this fellow arrive at their door.
Gohetia: Gohetia was named after a being that the first lord of house Lapseus saw in a dream. The city itself is massive, bright, and lively, and to visitors or those whom look from the outside in it would look like a bustling little paradise. But that is not the case, the problems that are outside of Lady Melodia’s control still remains no matter how much she sacrifices. There are slums where those whom can not earn wage live in shabby houses and live on the bare minimum, there are still seasonal food shortages that cause distrust and paranoia during times of hardship. But there is something else in Gohetia, and all of the Lapsean territory itself. Hope. Free medical assistance is there for every wounded and sick at each hospital in the region, Melodia sets countless coin aside to purchase food stores for the people that are also given out for free. She is seen as a savior, and a motherly figure you many in the city and many of nearby towns and settlements. But there is also a strangeness to her, and her methods.
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