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_{Arranged from North to South}

The roleplay will start in the Tribal era, during spring. The Clans have gathered in the midlands for a celebration that happens once every five years. It is an event that both has religious significance, to ask for protection and good fortune from the spirits of the world, as well as politically motivated. It is a time to bind Clans together in comaraderie to prevent war, building bridges between clans and reminding them of the blessings of peace.

Any celebrations that would usually take place during the year are postponed to add to this event. Betrothals, weddings and coming of age ceremonies are common to see among the festivities during this time.

Clans

Craenak Clan:

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Notable Mentions:
Vadik: Chieftan's Champion

Craenak is located furthest North compared to other tribes, its hardy men and women craving out a bloody existence among the harsh snowy mountains. The temperature barely hovers above zero at any given time of the day, so the tribe adapted in the form of warm fur clothing and sturdy, heavily fortified settlements. Due to the unforgiving nature of their surroundings, the Craenak has long given up on the futile tasks of farming, but instead they have turned to hunting and trading valuable commodities such as ores and furs for other goods. Given the numerous species of bizarre beasts that roam the mountains, Craenak breeds peerless monster hunters and exceptional warriors to combat this threat. However, the steep learning curve of these professions kept their number small, so it is not often to see members of the Craenak away from their precious mountains, with the exceptions of the rare trading trips and gatherings of the clans. Though a practical people, the Craenak does hold ceremonies for certain deities.

Wolfrahg Clan:

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Notable Mentions:
Rimguage: Heir to the Tribe
Stalana: Tribe Healer
Valerie: Head Scout
NPCs: May Melra and Relmir
Dala, Master Healer

Run by May Melra and Relmir, forth of his name. This Northern clan gets snowstorms with rough autumns and winters, but experience cool springs and warmish summers. The camp itself is on highground in a clearing surrounded by woodland to the east and west, with a good view over the plains to the south and mountains to the north. They do not live at the end of the world, and there is vast expanses of land to the North, though few from Wolfrahg have bothered to travel so far north over such dangerous terrain.

They have little care for the written word and are in some ways underdeveloped compared to other Tribes, but they are a suspesticious lot and fiercely loyal to each other.

Abaneki Tribe:

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Notable Mentions:
Xena: Female Heir to the Tribe*(*if last surviving heir)
NPCs: Chieftan and two male heirs

The Abaneki Tribe is located somewhere in the northern east. The village is hidden away, surrounded by large trees, rare flowers, and different bodies of water. The tribe is known for the beauty of its surroundings. The Abaneki Falls is located in the heart of the village, which is truly a wonderful sight to behold.

The Abaneki tribe is quite hidden away, and only those who know how to travel there can find it easily. For this reason - and the beautiful voices of the tribe - much superstition surrounds them. It is said that their ancestors were sirens and beautiful sprites of the forest, that they have faeblood in their veins.

The clan has access to many books, even ones dating back to a thousand years. The women of the village excel in arts and music. Men, on the other hand, are skilled at hunting and fighting. To fight and hunt is a man's job, while women are not allowed to pick up a weapon, so as not to taint their "purity". Men of this tribe are also known for their chivalry.

The Roamwyns:

Notable Mentions:
Ophelia: Farmer

Roamwyn is a fortuotous clan located in the rolling plains and pastures of the mid-south, notable for it's miles and miles of golden wheats and pastures. It experiences varied weather and temperature throughout the year, and a rich variety of both flora and fauna. One can see for miles, as much of the land is flat with little rises and falls. It is a beautiful place gifted with much workable farmland, which Roamwyn is famous for.

Roamwyn itself is a medium sized clan spread over a very large territory. While the land itself is not too defensible, they are a lucky bunch, and there are plenty of defensible woodlands, rivers and mountains at their borders. The clan itself is quite spread out, peace loving, and laid back in nature. The comparetively easy life of theese particular plains combined with few reckless or evil magical creatures have given these people the oppurtunity to kick back and enjoy the world. Furthermore, they are considered to be quite advanced by tribal era standards - even having a form of written word and horse-drawn carts. As it is, their carefree relationship to the world has slowed their advancements on all fronts, both science, literature, war and trade. They make enough food for themselves with excess, and generally live off the trade with little extra difficulty.

Despite all this the most famous trait of the Roamwyn, apart from their good luck and laid-back nature, is their skill at storytelling and ballads. While they are quite spread out and rarely come together as a tribe, they value and celebrate company when they come across it and make good of it with songs, beer, stories and games.

Altose:

Little is known about the Altose...
A matriachal clan known for it's witchcraft and interaction with both good magic, and ill. They are a reclusive bunch living beyond the Cursed Lands and before the desert. Little is known about them, as they are reclusive in nature, but they are thought to be a smaller clan compared to others - accounts cannot be verified, however. Strange stories drift on the wind about these lot, and those who tread unwelcome into their territory simply do not return to tell the tale. As such superstition and heresay surrounds them, and their very name is considered to be a curse when uttered. Often, a room will fall to eerie silence if they are so much as mentioned or illuded to in conversation.

Rarely do they involve themselves with the politics of other Clans, they seem to find their fellow humans obsession with it distateful and unwise. Still, they send an emissary or two to the Gatherings, though usually they do not stay for the duration of the gathering. It is usually one of the Wise Women, the great Crones, practically already dust by age, who will come down through the mountains and attend to some of the religious ceremonies in the Gathering...

Hollafoth

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Notable Mentions:
Cespheus I: King
Cespheus II: Heir to the Throne
Wale Magnorium: Head of the Noble Guard
Philia Va Lu: King's Advisor and Mystic
Ioan du Van Nostrade: King's Ward

Ruled by Four Main Noble Families: The Cespheus Clan(no surname), The Magnorium, The Va Lu, and The Nostrade.

Residing on the west midcoast, Hollafoth is a small, but militarized coastal village along the ocean, known for being one of the the only coastal and port village of the region and specializing in the trade of resources and cultivated textiles(at least of what was known and available). Furthermore, as the only port town, its proximity next to the ocean has allowed the village to maximize on fishing. The village, one of the few villages to have developed a written form of their language, 'Talah', have an oceanic environment. There is little to no foliage within the actual village, but surrounding it are wet sands, coastal rocks, and trees normally associated with coastal areas. The air is generally moist, and rain is the most common and frequent form of weather there, causing the village to often be shrouded in a mist. Seagulls, and other aquatic life can be seen frequently. The village itself is ruled by a king(though chief is an interchangeable term as well). And despite the era, and being small in comparison to other nations, their military is superior to most, and the residents live under a relatively fair, but strict ruling. Unlawful behavior shall be met with grave punishment. In this sense, the village is somewhat socially industrialized, even for their primitive times. The ports are highly secured(as best as they can be), as is the rest of the village, and those who enter must be cautious of their actions, as the Noble Guard are everywhere and always watching.

The folks of this village are known for their distinctive(japanese-esque style of wear) clothes, simplistic primitive kimonos made of fur and extremely thin cloth thats wrapped around their bodies. Many of the folks adorn themselves with seaweed and shells that have been strung together. However, the general atmosphere of the townsfolk is not very friendly, as they don't take kindly to newcomers out of fear that they will corrupt and ruin their village. They generally keep to themselves and leave new arrivals to the Noble Guard. Most of the decisions in the village are made by the King's Mystic, Philia Va Lu. She is highly intelligent and in touch with the occult. Gren, head of the guard, maintains the safety and the general order of the village and of those who enter and leave.

The village has a unique custom of giving a single pearl to the person that you love, in hopes that they will accept you. The shinier, brighter, and cleaner the pearl, the more likely they will accept you. Furthermore, this is the same village that hunted the merfolk many years ago.

Longear Tribe:

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Notable Mentions:
Flydren: Heir to the Tribe
Kanza: Head Advisor
Eilidh Ua Briain: Healer

Despite their name they are not elves in the literal sense, instead it is the tribes natural beauty and flawless traits that bore a semblance to the elves touted in fairytales, although it is only in appearance and fighting style do they cross. They are well known as a tribe that mainly used bows to hunt and has, for many decades, passed down it's teachings from generation to generation. Their aim is said to be steadfast and true. The tribe hails from the Southern forests, notorious in rich herbs, wildlife and sturdy trees. Not many can contend their lands as they know the dense forests like the back of their hands, reportedly using the layout to enact surprise attacks, defense and even guerrilla tactics. Despite their alluring visage, many rumours float around of their merciless nature, stating that if you try and treat the land without respect, you shall be hunted down without leniency.

It is considered tradition to learn the way of the bow, and to give praise but not worship the 'Goddess of Marksmanship - Artemis', whom was said to have descended and taught the Longear tribes herself and from them on is taught from word of mouth.

Rumasra Tribe:

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Notable Mentions:
Numas: Witchdoctor
Rumasra is a small tribe of people that finds their proficiency in the marshlands. Most know the properties of common plants by the time they can stand, and many others learn quickly how to navigate the wet marshs without sinking or tripping. They aren't an extremely spiritually driven group, though they do believe that the nature around them is carried by spirits acting on their own. Some people will pray to these spirits before heading out on hunting or scavenging trips, and only a few others will call out to the Gods above. Otherwise their failing point as a tribe comes from combat. While they do have a general and some know how to fight, it is usually inefficient. They lack the skill or ability to fight back head-to-head, so they usually rely on their marshy terrain to get the upper hand. Most know how to swim through the rivers and how to fish. Ultimately the tribe counts on all their people being able to engage in these tasks so they can all survive together.

In recent years a character named Numas has been helping a few people question their understandings of the universe, by leading them into the wilderness and having ceremonies under the stars. Many of these ceremonies involve strange incense that enhance though processes and cause spiritual hallucinations.

The Karill:

Notable Mentions:
Narcissa: Chieftan's Daughter
Raydon: Slaver's Bodyguard
A sprawling desert clan to the far east, they are difficult to contact due to the vast deserts one must cross in order to even reach their territory. Known for a brutal lifestyle and a prolific slavetrade, the Karill are frequently crushing slave uprisings and instigating brutal sports such as Pitfighting.

Currently Travelling:

Alexis Hunter: Mercenary
Floran Cestanz: Mercenary
Bahji: Traveller
Khyrian Faurus: Hunter and Trader
Persephone:

Extinct Tribes:

Kurthos Tribe

- cursed:
The Kurthos Clan was a powerful south-eastern mountain tribe, now a charred wasteland. Like most clans, they raised strong warriors and skilled hunters, but were also a spiritually guided clan devoted to following the gods that govern the natural world. As such they had a prominent respect for the word of the Tribe Shaman, who was in charge of blessing the Tribe's hunting trips and protecting them from harsh spirits. The tribe is known for being quite superstitious, purifying children known as "Ashen Ones" who they believed are marked with the evil of the world. This clan is now extinct following a bloodthirsty battle that culminated in the arson of the entire district. It is said the old camp is haunted by the spirits of the damned, re-enacting the last moments of their deaths.

Pathel Tribe

- reclaimed by nature:
The Pathel Tribe was a proud south-eastern people of similar strength and number to Kurthos. There were no survivors following the battle of Kurthos. The land of Pathel is now a ghost wasteland, many neighbouring clans now consider it to be a offering to the Magical Creatures that live in the area. They have moved in and taken over.

Marlentz Clan

- Marlentz was a southern clan that has recently gone extinct - in the last one and a half years. Supposedly due to the hand of another clan, it left no survivors as far as common knowledge goes. Still, the land nearby these cursed places is considered to dangerous to traverse to check out the story, and most leave well alone.

WIP

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Close RRA: This RP will remain open to new characters. After the RRA is finished before IC startup, you may chose to close it to new people or leave it open to specific roles the RRA missed.

Relationships

Character	Orientation	Lifelines	Relations	Close RRA
✓ Rimguage ♂ 19	Heterosexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Love: Narcissa Love: Valerie Friend - Floran Cestanz Friend- Vadik Friend: Xena	Friend: Open Aquiantance: Open
✓ Alexis Hunter ♀ 18	Bisexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Love: Éclair Love: Narcissa Friends: Khyrian Faurus Aquaintance: Valerie Aquaintance: Eilidh Ua Briain Aquaintance: Raydon Aquinatance: Persephone Persephone has a crush Floran Cestanz has a crush	Aquiantance: Open
✓ Kanza ♂ 18	Heterosexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Love: Stalana Friends: sakurasan's future character Acquaintances: Eilidh Ua Briain	Love: Open Friend: Kenzie Moraitis Enemy: Open
✓ Numas Inora, 22	Pansexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Crush: Bahji Friend: Éclair Friend: Narcissa Friend: Valerie	Love: Open Aquiantance: Open
✓ Eilidh Ua Briain ♀ 18	Heterosexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Friend: Valerie Friends: Flydren Enemy: Khyrian Faurus Enemy: Narcissa Aquaintance: Alexis Aquaintance: Kanza Bahji has a crush	Friend: Open Enemy: Open
✓ Floran Cestanz ♂ 23	Heterosexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Love: Azira Crush: Alexis Hunter Friend: Rimguage Friend: Bahji Friend: Ophelia Enemy: Khyrian Faurus Enemy:: Kenzie Moraitis Enemy: Narcissa Aquaintance: Vadik	All Open
Xena ♀ 18	Heterosexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Love: Vadik Crush: Khyrian Faurus Friend: Rimguage Friend: Flydren Aquaintance: Kenzie Moraitis Acquiantance: Stalana	Friend: Open Enemy: Open
✓ Bahji ♂ 20	Bisexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Love: Ophelia Love: Valerie Crush: Eilidh Ua Briain Friend: Floran Cestanz Enemy: Feir Enemy: Raydon Enemy: Vadik	Friend: Open Enemy: Open Numas has a Crush
✓ Raydon ♂ 15	Demisexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Crush: Valerie Crush: Narcissa Aquaintance: Alexis Hunter Enemy: Bahji Enemy: Vadik	Aquiantance: Open
✓ Stalana ♀ 18	Heterosexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Love: Blueflames CS (Pending) Love: Kanza Aquaintance: Xena	Friend: Open Enemy: Half Open* Aquiantance:
✓ Khyrian Faurus ♂ 23	Heterosexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Friends: Alexis Hunter Friends: Vadik Enemy: Floran Cestanz Enemy: Eilidh Ua Briain Aquiantance: Feir Aquiantance: Persephone Xena has a crush Ophelia has a crush	Friend: Open Enemy: Open Aquiantance: Open
Vadik ♂ 20	Heterosexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Love: Xena Friend: Rimguage Friend: Khyrian Faurus Enemy: Raydon Enemy: Bahji Aquaintance: Floran Cestanz Aquaintance: Fyldren	Enemy: Open
Ophelia ♀ 15	Heterosexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Love: Flydren Love: Bahji Crush: Khyrian Faurus Friends: Floran Cestanz Friends: Kenzie Moraitis Friends: Narcissa Aquiantance: Valerie Azira has a crush	Love: Open Friend: Open Enemy: Open* Aquiantance: Open
Valerie ♀ 20	Heterosexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Love: Rimguage Love: Bahji Love: Flydren Friend: Numas Inora Friend: Eilidh Ua Briain Aquaintance: Alexis Hunter Aquiantance: Narcissa Aqauintance: Kenzie Moraitis Raydon has a crush	Enemy: Open Aquiantance: Open
Narcissa ♀ 17	Bisexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Love - Rimguage Love: Flydren Love: Alexis Hunter Love: Feir Love: Persephone Friend: Numas Friend: Ophelia Enemy: sakursan's future CS Enemy: Eilidh Ua Briain Aquiantance: Valerie Aquiantance: Flydren Raydon has a crush	Friend: Open Enemy: Open
Flydren ♂ 21	Heterosexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Love: Valerie Love: Ophelia Love: Narcissa Friends: Xena Friends: Eilidh Ua Briain Aquiantances: Narcissa Aquiantances: Vadik	All Open
Feir ♂ 22	Heterosexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Love: Narcissa Friends: Kenzie Moraitis Aquaintances: Alexis Hunter Aquiantances: Khyrian Faurus Aquiantances: Azira Enemies: Bahji	Friend: Open Enemy: Open Aquiantance: Open
Kenzie Moraitis ♂ 19	Heterosexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Love: Éclair Love: Stalana Friends: Feir Friends: Ophelia Friends: Kanza Enemies: Floran Cestanz Aquaintance: Valerie Aquaintance: Xena	Friend: Open Enemy: Open
Persephone ♀ 18	Homosexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Love: Narcissa Love: sakurasan's pending cs Crush: Alexis Hunter Aquaintance: Khyrian Faurus	Enemy: Open Aquiantance: Open
Éclair ♀ 17	Bisexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Love: Alexis Hunter Love: (sakurasan CS) Crush: Valerie Friend: Rimguage Friend: Fylden	Enemy: Open Aquiantance: Open
Ioan du Van Nostrade ♂ 19	Homosexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	~Updating~	Open?
Azira ♀ 24	Pansexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Love: Floran Cestanz Crush: Ophelia Aquiantances: Feir	Open?
Fæla ♀ 16	Demisexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Open?	Open?
Raven ♀ 18	Demisexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Open?	Open?
Nanna ♀ 20	Heterosexual	Opt out, Veto, Reroll, Revive, Restart, If-then	Open?	Open?

[Mae]

Below is a very basic map of the area. This is currently very rough and will be updated when I have a little more time.

Please Note: Some locations are missing from this map currently (e.g. god locations)

Map

Clans to Add:
+ Altose

[Mae]

Rimguage / Jolly Pan the May God / God of Excess; Joy and Spring

⍚ Rimguage, third of his name, Wolfrahg ⥥ 19 ⥥ Male ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

"Monsters feed off fear, so spite them with your joy."

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𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

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[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

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Rimguage is no slight of a man, he is 6"5 and well built with well defined muscle mass. He considers it a mark of his hard work and success out in the wilderness hunting, and will show off his muscles with pride in the summer. He has a well defined jawline and milky blue eyes that cause alot of controversy when around neighbouring clans - despite the whispers and murmurings and occasionally having the warding sign held up to him, Rimguage see's it as a boon. After all, the enemies of Clan Wolfraug think twice about messing with a clan who's future heir is a boy marked by the beast. He has long raggedy black hair and obstinantly refuses to grow a beard, which the men in his clan mock him for (smooth faced like a boy!) but they do begrudge and admire his determination on the subject, despite it affecting his chances of finding a bride. He wears two black crow feathers on his ears, and each lobe is stretched by a small gauge, his Clan's proof of manhood given upon their Coming of Age ceremony.

The mark of his Curse sits square on his cheek, a jagged design that, as his lifeforce ebbs, spreads in jagged shards across his body, darkening and splintering his skin like cooled molten rock. As it worsens, within the cracks a sickly green light hums quietly, a strange sound reminiscent of the Merry month of May.

In winter, he wraps himself up in thick woolens that cover most all of his body. Pelts of grey decorate his shoulders and warm his back. Thick straps, adorned with celtic embroidery (rough to the touch, made from a specific hardy annual native to his home turf) snake across his torso, their ornate design betraying his royal Chieftan heritage long before his name is given. A belt of leathers holds fast at his hips, decorated with small animal skulls and other omens, as well as a few small pouches filled with various items, powder and spices for his craft. A pair of huge great clonking boots lined with fur and made from animal skin come up to his midshin, bound tight to his legs with interlaced fibre ropes to keep out the cold. His arms are bound with similar style bracers, though he'll only wear those in the cold.

In the summer or in warmer climates, he is happy to run around topless, bar a necklace that hangs round his neck and rests on his collarbone. On it rests a collection of colourful feathers, shining gemstones and animal teeth, both a talisman to ward off evil spriits and a trophy of his conquests. In winter he wears a similar talisman, though decorated with grey and black feathers, a few wild rabbit feet, and a different (far more menacing) set of teeth. The monsters in the winter are in some ways far more ruthless then the summer, after all, and he could do with all the protection he can get. He seems happiest this time of year, and often the sound of his raucous laughter drifts up to the village green from the lake within the forest around this time.

He has an old scar, quite fierce looking, gorged into the skin of his left forearm around the elbow. A run in with a boar when he was younger.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

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Playful ⥥ Inappropriate ⥥ Dutiful ⥥ Burdened by Honour

Folks are often taken aback by Rimguage's personality. They see an imposing man, tall and powerful, a man who's inherited his father's jaw and blank yet stern expression. His milky eyes surely stare off far into the future, he must be a man weighed down by all the strangeness he has seen, and burdened by the responsibility of one day being Chieftan.

But it couldn't be further from the truth.

Rimguage is a cheerful, upbeat and cheaky sort - often this catches people offguard, as he bares little sign of it on his face. His lips are drawn into a thin line and his eyebrows sit low against his eyes, giving him the appearance he is always staring out into the world judgingly. As it is, his sudden humourous outbursts, often quite dry in nature, tend to make people do a second take. Did this stern beast of a man really just say that? Honestly he quite enjoys their confusion, and it will usually be a number of days before people twig his mischievious, playful nature.

He is learnt that, to please his father, it is best to appear daunting and immovable, for the good of the Clan. His duty comes first, of course, and while Rimguage would rather be prancing in the wilderness under the summer sun, he is wearied by his responsibilities. During clan negotiations and while on "duty", Rimguage does his best to give the appearance of a strong and loving leader. And loving, he certainly is.

Still, Rimguage lacks his father's experience, and needs an outlet for his restlessly playful soul. He will often romp off into the nearby forest, and will often spend hours at a time out in the meadows and glens. Particularly if he can find a clanswoman out and about or two - being the heir certainly does have it's bonuses.

Yes, Rimguage is a flirty fool, often motivated by his desire to catch a lady's eye. It is all in good humour, and he would never take another's wife, though in his hiddenmost thoughts a couple of times he's had the desire on his more drunken nights. To be more accurate, he loves to make people happy and see them happy - and what better way then to remind a woman of her awe and beauty?

He is a people person and loves to bring people together. He has been known to try and set up his friends and clanmates, to mixed results. His strong hand in Clan matters and his kindness as a person has led to him inspiring loyalty in his people and being beloved by them.

(If love is rolled in RRA: Rimguage will be married to that person, this will be added to)

He's an upbeat, cheeky sort, but often bares no sign of it on his face. After all, he is expected to do his duty for his clan

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

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Rimguage was birthed three years after the last male heir died. May Melra (May being the equivalent of Mrs in his culture) and Relmir, Forth of his name, his father and mother, had had difficulty conceiving compared to many families of this time period. Before his birth they had three daughters and a son. One girl was stillborn, another taken by sickness at the age of four. Their eldest son, Wilrag, second of his name, past away one particularly cold winter.

It was two years after his coming of age ceremony and a demonic boar had been terrorising the area. One night, two children from camp were missing. A snowstorm was sweeping in and Wilrag, honorable and proud, went searching for them as the snow began to fall.

It was three days before things quietened down enough in the camp to send out a search party. The frozen mauled corpses of Wilrag and the children were found near the mountains, red and black blood spattering the landscape. Wilrag was the perfect heir, and the clan grieved for him for many years after his death, even when Rimguage was a small child.

A year passed. That following spring his parents, too old now to conceive, sent emissaries out in search of a shaman who could help them. That autumn one finally returned with a magick worker great enough for the job: he promised the Chief a strong healthy boy, but the cost of such a thing would be when it was time for his death, it would be a slow and painful one.

In time the decision was made, and the rites performed: Rimgauge was born, but his haunting eyes stared off into the distance and a foreboding birthmark blemished his cheek.

He was a beautiful baby and sure enough, grew into a healthy boy. From a young age he understood his brother's Wilrag's sacrifice, and saw in his father's eyes that he would never hold the same reverence to him. Wilrag was strong and noble and serious, and Rimguage was playful and mischievous and fun-loving. He'd often run off on adventures or played tricks on the tribesfolk, and while he was beloved by his clan, he was not considered good Chieftan material by any. As he grew the Clan Elders and shamans took to teaching him, and while he showed little interest in schooling, he had a knack for understanding the occult and the nature of spirits.

Perhaps in other places his gifts and his appearance would of left him alienated or punished - but the Wolfrahg clan, like many, were not strangers to the weird and wonderful. Many of them, living on the outskirts of the north, were born of giant's blood. One girl in the clan was part frostsprite, her father a creature who had protected her mother from harm one fierce winter day, though seduced her in the process.

Despite the harsh landscape, Rimguage had a happy childhood, and managed to grow up mostly ignoring his future as Chieftan.

By the time he hit ten, though, he began to realise his position in the Tribe (if only because he realised how wonderful ladies suddenly are and how they'd pay attention to him because of his status). It was time to face his inability to be anything like Wilrag, and it pained him to think about it - his father had shown him kindness, but even now he looked at Rimguage with eyes that spoke of a sadness unabounded. He began to take his studies more seriously, and he taught himself to hide his playful nature (mostly). People began to see the future of their clan within him, and pride for him swelled in their chest. As he grew, he grew healthy, strong and tall: for a while he was known as Oak among his friends, for he was built strong and true like the Great Tree in the forest.

Rimguage was one of three boys to turn 15 one warm year. There was a great celebration, and he was painted in warpaint and dressed in a simple loincloth for his Coming of Age Ceremony. Him and the other males were sent out into the woods, and told to only return once they had killed a beast. Rimgauge found no game on the first day, and slept the night out under the stars hidden in the brush.

To this day he believed it to be fate, for underneath him was the cave of the Boar who maimed his brother. The battle that raged between them was a fierce and bloody one, the boar - three times his size - goaring a gash through his arm. Considering the fight it was a light wound, for the creature could easily have taken his arm, but even so the deep cut was quite severe. He bested the beast by slamming his weapon down it's throat, and broke off a small tooth to bring back as proof of his kill. Making his way back to camp, they sent some hunters back for the carcass, as Rimguage collapsed from his accursed wound.

It almost killed him. It was two weeks before Rimguage awoke, delirious and babbling gibberish with a high fever. Another two weeks before he was fully nursed back to health by the shamans that worked day and night to combat the boar's evil magic.

When he entered the roundhouse his father looked at him in a way he had never seen before. His triumph was celebrated, and his parents embraced him, more relieved that he was alive then they could ever say.

Bearing in mind we start in a tribal era: You are most likely part of a small, primitive settlement or maybe a lone wolf. The world is bursting to the brim with powerful magical creatures, many of which would probably like to feast on you. Magic and mystery abound all around you and superstition isn't just a way of life - it can help you survive.

What has your human life been like growing up? What are your family and clan like?"

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

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𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

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⍚ Jolly Pan, the May King ⥥ God of Excess; Joy and Spring ⥥ Male ⥥ Polyamorous Pansexual ⍚

"One morning I was out walking in the merry month of May,
I heard such music from the forest that I could do nought but obey.
My feet carried me deeper, following the enchanting sounds,
and there I saw a great feast, where merryment abounds.

the dancers! the songs! the liquour and the glee!
oh! A man of golds and greens came and swept me off my feet.
His eyes were dashing silver, his hair like purest sunlight,
He lifted me towards the heavens and spun me round with all his might.

He wore a gleeful smile and his words were whispered sweet and true,
"Stay with me this night and a world of beauty I shall show you."
And so I rested within his bed of moss and wildflowers,
we danced, we sung, we feasted and spoke lovingly into the small hours.

But when the dawn awoke me I rested alone in the clearing,
and heading home my ears rung with that haunted night of cheering.

But where my hovel once stood a town now had taken root,
for a hundred years hence had past, of this I could not confute.

and so the days they passed and I pined for that night of revelry,
until one night when I was old and grey I heard that haunting melody...

Unknown

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

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Pan stands at 6"2 with long, flowing golden hair that has a halo of light behind it. Following him everywhere are the sounds of the spring forest, as well as a subtle enchanting music that seems to permeate the beings of mortal's around him, bringing a peace and calm and subtle joy to their souls. Two horns curl back from his temples, the colour of bark, though well kept and often shining in the sunlight. His ears are delicately pointed, and he opts for a simple goatee to frame his face.

Pan is a satyr, with dark brown fur covering his legs leading into cloven hooves. He can turn his shape into a pure human at will, but often prefers to stay in his natural state, and tempt all those humans who come near him to judge a book by it's contents and not by his cover. Indeed he seems to take great joy in the challenge of opening others up to the wonders and beauty of the world - though with mortals this isn't hard, given their ease for submitting to the will of the immortal creatures.

Around his neck he wears a series of long bands and ropes that loop and thread about his neck and chest. He often opts for simpler clothing: a loincloth, perhaps, or a kilt-like item when others are nervous around his sense of personal freedom of dress. He can often be seen sporting some sort of instrument - the panflute is a favourite, but he also enjoys the lyre. You could give him any instrument and he would be able to play it as if he was born doing so.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

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+ Parties
+ Luring travellers to dine and celebrate with him
+ The beauty of spring
+ Excess, whether that be drinking or seduction
+ A joy of life
+ Friendly, upbeat, cheerful
+ Occasionally tricking im/mortals in good humour
+ Laziness

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

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They say that Pan was born the day a mortal saw spring and thought it to be good. In many ways he has a childlike wonder for the world and a reverence for beauty, with a dislike for hard work and a lazy-day attitude. It is often thought he was born from the eyes of a child, given his lack of responsibility for the wider world. He spent many a day simply lazing around, having parties with the sprites and dryads, or luring mortals to a lavish feast that they would pine for till the day they died. Not his fault his celebrations were so great that nothing in this world was as good.

One of the most formative moments for Pan was when he laid eyes on his Starkissed. A polyamorous creature in the extremist sense, a free spirit who'd often try to bed many a passing dame, suddenly struck by a momentous devotion he could not explain. His lover allowed him his folly with mortal creatures, but of the immortals she was the only one in his eye: A beauty so wondrous and a spirit so pure that he could see no other creature as lovely as she.

And so he devoted every moment to wooing her, until she finally gave to him, after setting many tests to assess his devotion (he was, after all, a notorious womaniser and a deftly playful trickster). By the time she was sure of his feelings she could no longer deny her own, and their halls were filled with laughter and beauty far greater then Pan could ever have conjured himself.

It was a sad day when Pan fell to the mortal realm. His lover was taken from him first by the curse, and in the early days he went to find and be with her in the mortal planes, watching her grow up, searching for a solution. She had no memory of him, and it was painful, but in time he grew to find joy in her human forms.

That was, until, she started to remember him, and with it her true life.

Tapping into her abiltiies, Pan watched her die lifetime after lifetime. The grief was immense for him, and the long years trapsing across the world, awaiting her new incarnation, trying to find the family she had been born to - even for an immortal, it was earth-shatteringly painful.

Pan went mad, his magic becoming corrupted by his deep grief. His beautiful celebrations - which he held little - these days brought with them their own curse. A sour note touched the land he walked through, no longer bringing life and beauty where we went, but distorting that into horrifying mirrors of what they once were. The love he brought to people, and practiced himself, was cruel and twisted. He brought with him jealousy, impurity, distrust and evil wherever he went.

And so, his grief overpowering his sense, he allowed the Dark Gods to take and curse him, for they had already broken his spirit. As his immortal soul was ripped from his vessel and sent to the human realm, his screams of agony filled the sky like a lamenting widow. For as his soul was placed in a mortal form, his connection with the forest grew stifled, and he felt as if a part of him was caged beyond his reach.

And then he forgot everything, to be born as Rimgauge.

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𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

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[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}

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• Occult: Rimgauge was gifted and received tutelege from the Shamans of his clan. He is good at interpretting occult or magickal energies, and can act on them as needbe.
• Presense: As future Chieftan, and as a pretty imposing man anyway, Rimguage has an undeniable presence to him. He is intimidating to look at, and people are more likely to listen to him and give his words weight.
• Blessed by Good Fortune: Until the time of his untimely death, Rimguage's live is blessed by good luck, because of the shaman who brought him into this world.
• Tracking: Rimguage is good at tracking creatures and humanoids, particularly in forests or areas of difficult terrain.
• Staves - Rimguage is exceptionally good at fighting with staves, staffs or sticks, particularly two handed.
• Built like an Ox - Rimguage is powerful and can take quite the beating. Often he will try to protect others by throwing himself into the heart of combat.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}

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These will unlock. Only the first ability shall be available in their first life.

Life Force: 15/15 (ignore for now)

Revelry: Weakest Ability

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Known for a excessive lifestyle and a love of all things euphoric or intoxicating, Pan the May God was good at luring travellers to his celebrations by letting them see and experience exactly what they've always wanted.

Intoxicating Touch: 1 Point, 2 Points in Combat Rimguage touches another being, causing them to become intoxicated or euphoria/high. Initially they will experience this pleasurably, but this quickly dissolves into how they would be normally if intoxicated/euphoric. During this experience, there is a 20% chance that Rimguage will become influenced by their state, and become intoxicated/euphoric himself.

My Dearest Friend, Rimguage!: 2 Points: Rimguage appears to another as if he perfectly belongs. He fits in at a celebration, he looks like one of the guards, he appears as an evil henchmen, he doesn't stick out at a gathering of harpies. No one asks questions as to why he is there, he just is. Of course he's there! He's always been there, right? This effect only lasts an hour maximum, and when a character looks away from Rimguage, he is easily forgetable. Looking back at him will trigger a brief sense of comaraderie, or a sense of "ah yes! Rimguage is here, great." and in some cases a desire to confide in him. Any tasks given to Rimguage will only be remembered while looking directly at him. However, he would not hold up to constant or extreme scrutiny, and if a person felt threatened or heightened sense of distrust/danger due to a situation, this illusatory feeling would break.

Delusions of Granduer: 3 Points: Rimguage instills a magical illusion, mental manipulation into a character. They will interpret everything they see around them as the best possible situation for themselves, sometimes even deluding themselves into seeing things that aren't even there. They are unable to interpret anything negatively towards themselves, and anything that would conflict with this worldview, or would only be intepreted purely negatively, cannot be seen by them.

The Chorus of Spring

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Pan the May God was known for his love of spring, and typically only conducted his merrymaking in forests during this time of the year. He had a deep connection to nature and beauty.

The Trees Guide Me: 6 Points Rimguage can walk through one tree to appear somewhere else.

The Plants Hear Me: 6 Points: Rimguage can manipulate plantlife to do his bidding, including ensnaring or rooting enemies.

I Strengthen Their Song: 8 Points:Rimguage can summon, awaken or create the spirits of the forest: He can imbue a tree with the consciousness of a treant, summon the aid of nymphs sleeping in forest brooks, or entice a horde of forest sprites to come to his aid.

Life's Greatest Gifts: Joy Absolute

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Pan the May God gifted mortals with nights of joy and wonder, helping them to forget their troubles, a gift so great it would last their whole lives.

An End to Suffering: 8 Points: The May King removes any pain or suffering from a creature or person. This can also be used to remove emotional pain or painful memories from someone's psyche. This brings relief to a character and, often, triggers them to remember a happy memory they had forgotten or that is precious to them.

Lord of the Dance: 9 Points: The May King births the sounds of a mystical, enchanted music all around him. All those nearby are compelled to dance to it's tune immediately, forgoing both food and water. The effect stays in place for as long as there is music for them to dance to, and then for an hour afterwards.

Blessed be the Joyful: DEATH: The May King sends out a shockwave of energy that bursts through the landscape, bringing growth to plants and beauty to the land. All who feel it are uplifted into a state of pure joy and happiness. Any violence, anger or maliciousness instantly abates, replaced instead with joy, love, lust and the desire to celebrate. Many will shortly burst into tears, dance or grab the object of their affections and hold them tight, confessing their love. This effect stays in place in the area for a minimum of three days, often longer.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}

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What is on your person

• A set of winter clothes and pelts, good at retaining heat and thick enough to be a protective boon in battle.
• A selection of totems and omens for warding off danger and protecting him
• A collection of reagents assosciated with magic work contained in the pouches around his hips
• A two handed, sharpened stave ornated with a small band of feathers.

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}

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#ff8d02 is his colour code,
+ Myr and May = Miss and Mrs in his culture respectfully.

+ Wolfrahg is a northern clan: north enough to get snowstorms and rough autumns/winters, but experiences cool springs and warmish summers. The camp itself is on highground in a clearing surrounded by woodland to the east and west, with a good view over the plains to the south and mountains to the north. They do not live at the end of the world, and there is vast expanses of land to the North, though few from Wolfrahg have bothered to travel so far north over such dangerous terrain.

+ Rimguage is the heir of his clan Wolfrahg. If Love/Crush is rolled in the RRA, he would probably be married or at the very least betrothed to that character. This is completely up for discussion, though please bear in mind this is my preference :D If this happens, I would like to discuss the possibility of Rimrauge having an heir himself, as - let's be honest - our characters are alll going to die horribly soon and he wont get to become Chieftain. Failing this (or if you'd simply not prefer this/Love is not rolled for him) he would likely have an illegitimate son somewhere, so that Wolfrauge could potentially continue into the next era :D

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

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Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: REQUIRED YES!
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

Rimguage Relation Sheet

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O _{V E R V I E W :}

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⍚ Love: Betrothed to Narcissa, Heart is with Valerie.
⍚ Crush: None yet
⍚ Friend: Floran Cestanz, Vadik, Xena, Éclair
⍚ Enemy: None yet
⍚ Aquaintance: None yet

Strangers

Alexis:
Kenzie:
Numas Inora:
Eilidh Ua Briain:
Bahji:
Raydon:
Stalana:Clan Healer
Khyrian Faurus:
Ophelia:
Fyldren:
Feir:
Kenzie Moraitis:
Persephone:

N _{A R C I S S A}

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"Heir to the Karill Tribe. To marry her will bring prosperity to my clan.."
Love: Betrothed

It was decided when the pair of them were very young that they should be betrothed. There was little love between the Wolfrahg and the Karill, owed in part to the great distance between them, and types of climate they lived in. Wolfrahg found the heat unbearable, and Karill had never been somewhere so cold.

In time the wise men and chieftains of their time hatched a plan, however: the pair would marry, and it would bring great prosperity to both groups. A strange but clever match indeed.

Before the most recent Clan Gathering the two had never met - but now they were to be wed.

V _{A L E R I E}

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"My sweet Pixie girl, my beloved Valerie. She is more then a lover, she is my heart.."
Love: Sweethearts

Rimguage was probably around eleven when he started taking notice of Valerie in a more... romantic way. He'd seen her around the camp before that, but that spring was the first time he'd really laid eyes on her.

When they were young, it was easy and sweet. Chatting among the flowers, playing in the glens, bathing in the lakes. It was sweet, and innocent, and Rimguage told the world he loved her.

But his Clan looked poorly upon it - for he was betrothed, and no, he couldn't change it.

So Rimguage took to courting her in secret, and courting her he did. Their love story was off and on - often the fact he would one day marry being the heart of their arguments - but a magnetism existed between them that neither could shake, and the pair always would find themselves together. Wing in wing, as they say.

They finally ended it the week before the Clan Gathering. Their last oppurtunity to be together... it hurts his heart to think.

Can he find his way back to his beloved? Or will he fall for Nissa's charms? Or will someone or something come between them... and make things worse for everyone?

F _{L O R A N} C _{E S T A N Z}

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"A good lad! We go back a ways."
Childhood Friends

Rimguage met Floran at a clan gathering when he was 9 and Floran was 13. The pair of them were restless kids, wondering what the adults did after hours, when they had been sent to bed. The two of them snuck out, and their competitive but friendly bond began. They'd challenge each other to various tasks, Floran always winning due to his taller stature and older body when they were young, but he might of been surprised by how well Rimguage would keep up. Nothing was sacred - they played in the woods and glens, and as Rimguage got older he closed the skill gap between them.

In time Floran would take to wandering and occasionally he would drop into Wolfrahg territory. The bond between Rim and Floran was strong enough that he'd undertake mercenary work for them, and so he is a welcome face among the Wolfrahgs. They treat him as their own, in some ways - whether he wants it or not. After all, the Wolfrahg are a boistrous bunch.

X _{E N A}

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"The Abaneki are a beautiful people, and the chieftain's daughter is the epitome of their talents."
Lifelong Friends: Like Sister and Brother

The two of them first met shortly after Xena was born, not that the two remember. Rimguage was still a babe himself, at one years of age, and yet that didn't stop him from instantly feeling brotherly, protective love for her. The two of them were near inseperable from that point on, spending time in both the Abaneki and Wolfrahg home camps, playing as children do.

Together they shared many adventures and great memories. Often the Abaneki dissaproved of Rimguage taking their princess out on explorations into the woods between their homes, but the future Chieftain of Wolfrah some slack. When they were younger escorts were sent with them, sometimes a guard and othertimes one of Xena's older handmaidens. Rimguage would often pretend to fight back the wilderness, defending Xena's honour. She herself would often take along her current instrument of choice and practice in the glades and woodlands. The animals would lull and come up to her, lying at her feet, and the pair of them would delight in petting and playing with them.

As they both got older and the expectations of their clans got heavier, they found themselves unable to spend as much time together as when they were kids. Still, they always made time for each other, busy schedules be damned. Xena knows all about Rimguage's trials, tribulations and secrets, and equally he knew about hers. The pair of them helped each other through tough times and helped them strengthen their resolve when they were feeling low. Even now, the bond between them is just as strong as it was when they first met - if not stronger.

V _{A D I K}

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"In truth, I miss his company. Perhaps it is time to seek him out.."
Distant Friends

They were good friends when they were younger, Craenak often travelling down to visit Wolfrahg to trade in the warmer months. Vadik was more content then, and Rimguage more carefree, before the burdens of Chieftain life started to weigh on his shoulders. Over time the Craenak visited to trade less and less, with the onset of harsher winters and a harsher chieftain, and so the pair have grown distant. Rimguage still considers him a childhood friend, and perhaps now would be the time to re-strengthen those bonds. After all, the world is changing for Rimguage, and he could do with all the friends he can get in this new age he is stepping into.

É _{C L A I R}

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"Character Quote."
Friends:

Relationship Description

[Ashevelendar]

Alexis " Lucky " Hunter

⍚ Alexis " Lucky " Hunter ⥥ 18 ⥥ Female ⥥ Bisexual ⍚

"Missed shot , one kill. All luck , no skill. "

[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

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Alexis is beautiful woman her , she stands 1,78 m and she has smile that could melt ice. She doesn't like to use her beauty to gain material things from people so she trained herself in the art of shooting with a bow since she was a child. Men are known to throw themselves at her feet but she doesn't care about all that. Nature gave her a body close to a Goddess and she was promised everything her heart desired by many men and sometimes women. She refused everyone , of course but that didn't stop people to promise more and more.

She has long brown hair and she always smiles , a thing that she does when she knows that her skill with a bow is not enough. She doesn't usually use her beauty to make men or women do what she wants but for survival she is ready to do anything. She wears a pendant around her neck that she made from wood in the form of four-leaf clover.

The mark of her Curse sits on her chest ( near her breasts ), having the shape of a four-leaf clover and as her life force ebbs away , it spreads on her body turning her skin to the color of gold.

No matter what the climate she is in , she wears the cloths of the traveler. Long rags that cover her body with a great green hood that hide her face. If one would see her moving on the road , he would not recognize her if not for her bow and quiver that she made them herself.

She has a small tattoo on her nape in the form of rose with spikes coming out of it. Showing that even the most beautiful flower is not without protection.

As she roams the lands with her bow strapped on her back she moves as gracefully as possible for a hunter , her head held high. Always watching around for dangers , always ready for trouble. That doesn't stop her to playfully skip around , now and then.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

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Manipulative ⥥ Hard Worker ⥥ Abrasive ⥥ Adaptable

Even tho' Alexis doesn't like to use her beauty to make people do stuff she want to. She is not afraid to use people when the need arises. Occasionally , she can be seen talking with strangers making herself look like a friendly character. The truth is that she talks with people so that she has allies when in danger.
Alexis is seen as a hard working gal if she is paid to do so. She could work from day 'till night to hunt a beast or a man if needed be.

(If love is rolled in RRA: The person she rolled her is her target , this will be added to)

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

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Alexis was born to the Marlentz clan in the south. At soon as she was born , her mother and father promised her to another clan in exchange for protection and food in the winter. Alexis lived with the knowledge that her life was not hers for some time but that didn't discourage her , she learned the arts of bow shooting and soon became a hunter in the village. At the age of 16 and a half , her clan was attacked and massacred by the same clan that should've protected it, she was out hunting when the deed was done and only found ruins of her clan when she got back. Everyone she ever knew was either dead or missing , she took whatever valuables she could find and ran as far as she could from the village.

She joined a bounty hunting group that were getting their targets from other clans. She hunted people that ran from their fate , people that had debts to pay or such things. In the almost two years she spent as a bounty hunter she visited many new places , picking up traditions and skills as she passed through them , looking for her target.

Her nickname " Lucky " came from her fellow bounty hunters. One day she and another bounty hunter were hunting in the forest , when a great bear came upon them. With such ferocity the bear came that neither of them had a chance to put an arrow in the bow and shoot it at the bear. Alexis fell on the ground and the bear was about to strike her with his claw when a big branch from a tree broke and went down on the bear , distracting it enough so that Alexis took a arrow from her quiver and put it in the bear's eye killing him instantly. Her friend recovered and saw the whole situation and said that she must've been blessed by the Gods. She shrugged it off and said that she was only lucky and so she was known as Alexis " Lucky " Hunter.

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

Lady Luck and Shadow Mistress

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Lady Luck

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| Ashveelen, Lady Luck Goddess of Luck and Shadows Female Bisexual |

An eyelash on my cheek.
I caught it and blew it.
With the wind.
A star shoots across the sky.
I tied a knot.
A four-leaf clover.
I almost stepped on it.
11:11.
Says my watch. ,
A coin lying on the sidewalk.
I flipped it down the well.

Fingers crossed.
Eyes closed.

I feel lucky.
I wish for you...

[ ? ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

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Ashevelen at first sight doesn't look different from normal humans. She is 1.90 and has blond hair and wears a black dress , most people fooling themselves she is a mortal. Nothing looks apart if one would look at her.
There is something that makes her different from mortals and that is her power to make anyone lucky when she is around. She cannot help herself , when she near the luck of mortals change with their heart. If mortal had a good soul then he would become lucky instantaneously when she is near him but if a mortal had an evil soul then they would become unlucky.
On her shoulder rests Baran'dar , a three eyed raven that is her pet. Ashevelen is never see without her loyal and sometimes dangerous pet.
When Ashevelen approaches a place with shadows , mortals are known to see their dead relatives from the afterlife waving or doing stuff they normally did when they were alive.

[ ? ] K _{N O W N F O R}

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+ Bringing good fortune on good mortals
+ Bringing bad fortune on bad mortals
+ Baran'dar her three eyed raven
+ Dead relatives showing in the shadows around her
+ Shadow Manipulation

[ ? ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

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No one knows when Ashevelen first appeared. Some say she was there since the start of time , other say she only appeared recently. Even Ashevelen doesn't know when it happened , she simply was not and then she was. Since that day , she roamed the lands of the mortals. Bringing luck to those that need it and very bad luck to those that don't. She never talked with the mortals , she simply walked between them. Allowing them to see their loved ones even if they passed away.

The only time she spoke with someone with someone was when she saw her Starkissed. It simply hit her. She didn't knew what happened to her. The shadows around her flicked at the sight of her lover. She didn't knew anything about her , she didn't knew anything at all but as it is often with immortal beings they sensed each other. A look was all it took for them to fall in love , a touch was all that was needed for words to be spoken between them. After what must've been an eternity , her lover fell to the curse of the Dark Gods.
Ashevelen quickly looked for her in the lands of the mortals. She found her and acted as a protector , always bringing her lover good luck.

Eventually Ashevelen grew tired of the game she played with fate. Always searching for her , always seeing her die. She decided it was time to do something. To be with her as she is than as an immortal being. She went to the Dark Gods and accepted their curse that she was as a blessing in a way. It was the only way Ashevelen could be happy , the only way for her to be with her lover.

But she didn't expect to forget everything and 'thus she was was reborn as Alexis.

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My Gifts

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[ ? ] S _{K I L L S E T}

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• Beast mastery: Alexis's tribe was known their abilities to train beasts of the wild and 'thus Alexis knows how to behave near animals and how to tame them if possible.
• Bow Mastery: Alexis trained since she was a child in the art of the bow. After almost two years of bounty hunting her skill has improved greatly and there are not many people that can match her skill with the bow.
• Blessed by Good Fortune: Lady Luck's power is still present , even diminished as it is on Alexis. She is known to be a lucky person.
• Tracking: Alexis is good hunter and knows how to track humans and beasts on many kinds of terrains.
• Keen eyes - Alexis has the eyes of a hawk. Not many things escape her keen sight.
• The Grace of the fox Alexis is seen as a graceful figure by those that see her.

[ ? ] A _{B I L I T I E S}

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These will unlock. Only the first ability shall be available in their first life.

Life Force: 0/0 (ignored for now)

Low Luck and Shadow manipulation

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Known for her powers of bringing good fortunes on those that deserved and bad fortune on those that didn't.

Followed by Luck: Alexis is known to be a lucky figure. There are not many bad things that happen to her when she uses the ability. There is the chance that this ability will backfire if she does bad things.

The shadows are my eyes: Alexis has the power to look into the shadows and sense other living creatures around her ( 700 m max ).

Bringer of Bad Fortune: Alexis uses her power to make the life of one she took blood from as hell. Everything that person does will be cursed with bad luck.

Medium Shadow manipulation

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Alexis is known for her ability to manipulate shadows.

The shadows are my portal Alexis can walk through shadows and appear somewhere else.

The shadows are my armor Alexis can make a shadow armor on her self that protects her from harm.

A trick of their minds:Alexis has the power to show people around her their dead relatives and if she wants to she can drive the ones that see them mad.

Life's Greatest mystery : Shadows

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Ashevelen the Luck and Shadow Goddess was known for her power of bringing good fortune to those the deserve it and her power of destroying everything in her path using shadows

A shadow dance: Ashevelen makes the shadows dance around her confusing enemies and there is a 10% chance that the one that strikes one of her shadows to be absorbed by it and reborn as a Shadow Creature.

Manipulation Of Shadows: Ashevelen can create shadows everywhere around her even if there is no light and can manipulate them into physical forms of any kind.

May the shadows forget you:Ashevelen covers an area in thick shadows that eat everything around her. Killing anything alive around her ( 450 m around her ) .

[ ? ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}

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What is on your person

• Some traveler rags that keep her warm in cold climates.
• A bow made from an enchanted tree she she found in the middle of a forest ( the bow has no powers whatsoever but is simply glowing with a goldish tint when Alexis uses it )
• Some food and supplies for the road
• A quiver full of arrows.
• A pendant in the form of a four-leaf clover.

[ ? ] O _{T H E R}

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Gold is her color code,
+ Do and Doet = Miss and Mrs in her culture respectfully.
Fo and Foet = Mister and Mr in her culture respectfully.

+ Marlentz was a southern clan: South enough to be near the deserts of the world but not so far as to touch them 'thus heat and such are not a problem to those of Alexis's tribe. Now and then a cold rain would come and wash away any previous heat.

+ Alexis is a bounty hunter. If Love/Crush is rolled in the RRA, the one that rolled her will be her target. Somehow , someone put a bounty on that person's head and she is searching for that person. ( I really want this ). If a child will not be born between them , she will have a child with one of her bounty hunter friends so that her bloodline can continue in the next life.

[ ? ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

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[Inertia]

Kanza / Tempus / Keeper of Time; It's Curator and Overseer

⍚ Kanza ⥥ 18 ⥥ Male ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

"Lest we fail, onwards to the future."

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Thy 𝔐ortal §hell

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[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

Kanza stands at a little below average height, 5''10' with just as ordinary body fit for the normal duties of a tribal men, like hunting, scouting and/or trekking. Kanza is one of the more... effeminate looking tribesmen, having a slender and sleek figure, with an unblemished face to boot. His wavy, sky blue hair flows down his shoulders and his Persian blue eyes seem to idly stare right through you. Enemies would usually underestimate him because of this, Kanza himself doesn't seem to notice but he does take advantage of them underestimating him.

The mark of death rests on the right side of his neck. As he uses his powers, it bleeds, at first slightly shallow but as he depletes his lifeforce it bleeds heavily. It also glows a deathly-pale blue colour, as pale as death.

Kanza usually adorns himself in a long, black cloak that drapes onto the floor. It covers all the way up his neck, an unconscious effort to cover his perceived to be birth mark. Underneath he wears a simple, sleeveless vest. On his right hand a glove that helps grip and steady his arrows before shooting. His quiver has complex and ornate details carvings, done by Kanza himself. The most eyecatching carving is the cog-wheel, when asked about it, for the life of him he can't bring himself to remember why he carved it.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

"On many occasions, he was denoted by most around him as solitary and observing. He speaks only when he finds it necessary to do so, and with his discerning eye he can make the most astute observations/judgement towards a person he had just met. In that sense he is somewhat viewed as pragmatic.

He tries and avoids large crowds whenever he can, as he finds them cumbersome to deal with. Between him waving off men for trying to hit on him, and also the jealous stares at his rather feminine features. He also dislike at loud noises and sounds, and by extension, would usually be found at some quiet corner of a large party.

Rather than that, since he is young and lacks experience, many things cause him wonder and amazement. If something had piqued his interest, he would be examining said thing with a wide-eyed wonder. This usually occurs alot, his wanderlust doesn't help in it's placation. He is a man whom loves taking in his surroundings and marvelling at the beauty of everything, and has a certain distaste towards those who blemish the natural order of things."

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

"Kanza hails from the 'Longear tribe'. That's not to say they were elves, but tribes natural beauty and flawless traits bore a semblance to the elves touted in fairytales. Them being a tribe that mainly used bows to hunt and has, for many decades, passed down it's teachings from generation to generation. They are one the most accurate and sharp eyed individuals hailing to the thick forests of the South East.

Kanza was birth of normal parents, both hailing from the Longear tribe. He wasn't someone that many expected anything from, his parents simply wanting him to be of use to the tribe and adhere to their traditions- which was to learn the way of the bow, and to give praise to the 'Goddess of Marksmanship - Artemis'. Not much else was really required of him, but he found that going forward without a goal would bear a fruitless effort. So he set a goal for himself, to become a sort advisor to the leader of the tribe.

And so he set off on this goal, with the help of his sound, tactical and pragmatic mind he drove up to the ranks of the tribe. Many would depend on him as the unoffical planner of the tribe. He also built up a notorious infamy of how deadly he is with his bow, his accuracy rivaling even the most seasoned veterans of his people. Many rumours have also circulated and whispered around the land, citing that he can 'hit a hare from 50 yards away, right between it's eyes'.

After amany years he had finally found himself as the head advisor of the tribe. Usually being present in the most important meetings of the tribe. He was also to act as the head of the tribe in times of the actual leaders absence."

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

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Thy ℑmmortal §hell

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⍚ Tempus ⥥ God, and Keeper of Time; It's Curator and Overseer ⥥ Male ⥥ Demisexual ⍚

I knew a girl – she knew a clock.
She'd give a squeal at an hour's knock,
Knocking not, as you thought, on wooden cots with chateau locks,
But on the sun and then the moon;
A harmless hello to twilight and goodbye to noon,
Though she still cursed the church's timely tune.

To the tower (sans the steeple), therein tolls this singing evil.
As I've said it, as you've guessed it,
An evil only to paranoid people
Like a woman with cauldron and brew
Skulking in a castle unfriendly to fours and twos.
Irony came in tens as a time-telling choir of cuckoos.

Surely, to be so vain without a valentine
And nemesis to a clock chime
Is to be the subject of a parable line!
Or just driven cuckoo by your cuckoo's carol.
Harrowed by birds and bells: that was her peril.
Only stopping time could mollify the young miss Meryl.

When chrono crossed her, she crossed herself, in truth,
For chrono could herald the theft of her youth.
But she devised a defense against this theft uncouth.
She would crush the clocks; proof her home of day and night.
Surely, she would be its only light,
And those bells would be out of mind even if only out of sight!

I knew a girl – she knew a clock.
The night went bump when her feet would knock.
A maddened dance through halls of few keys and fewer locks.

Unknown

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

"Tempus stands at 6"0', whilst tall is seen as a bit diminutive when compared to his fellow Gods. He is usually found clad in the armour he himself had crafted. It was devised as a way to withstand the strain of time when he is viewing it, and greatly helps reduces the receding effects of meddling with time. The armour itself is unique, unique in the way it would only fit Tempus. It glows a pale blue, giving off a sense of intimidation and exudes a sort of heavy presence.

Many people do not know what he looks like out of his armour. He has long, black hair that flow all the way down his shoulders. His gaze is sharp, but usually unconcentrated, as if he was pondering about something deeply. His visage is entirely human, or atleast thats what he wants people around him to look like. With his casual attire that he is almost never seen in, a ragged and broken scarf can be found enveloping his neck, it is one of the only standout features of his out-of armour ensemble."

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

+Keeping the sanctity of Time
+Silent contemplation
+No nonsense attitude
+Likes visiting beautiful environments
+Dislikes people who can manipulate time for their own agenda

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

"Tempus came into being by 'Elder Gods' who were tired of other Gods messing with the timeline to fulfill their own needs. The Timeline was riddled with Gods doing whatever they wished, and in making Tempus they wanted someone to control the unwelcome changes made. Similar to Gadreel whom protected the Garden of Eden in the Bible, from the very beginning he was made to fail.

He made his presence known to the other Gods, enacting punishments onto the Lesser Gods whom messed with time for their own wishes. He cited enough warnings towards these Gods, but most just scoffed at him, believing that they were free to do what they wanted since they were 'Gods'. The punishments he lay weren't exactly merciful, some would be made stuck in the timelines they intruded in, and only after many millenia would he allow them to time travel once more, and with a more restrictive set of rules. As such many Gods held him in disdain, some even loathe him for how remorseless he appared to be, even if he did give them many warnings.

His steel-iron ruleset would be bent when his eyes met with his Starkissed. He was the most beautiful existence he had ever seen, and that's saying something considering he can see the past, present, and the undeterminant future. The woman was the first to approach and converse with him, despite his rather infamous reputation, day on day she would come around and just... talk with him, and she slowly melted his initial aloof and cold indifference. Her visiting would be one of the highlights of his day, and he would count down the time until it was the hour she visited.

It was a simple, nice gesture, and over time they would grow closer. She being one of the very few who'd seen him without his armour. Overtime it grew into something more than just friendship, but Tempus was still inexperienced with 'relationships' but it would somehow work, even with his... 'job'.

Then, on one particular day, she didn't visit him, which was odd as she never had failed this, not even once. With a slight panic he tried looking for her with his powers, which was against the rules; which was to use his powers for his own benefit. This was the first time he had ever went against the ruleset set onto him by his 'creators' (or his jailers). He found her, being cornered by figures clad in black. They seemed to have some intent, but before they could reach her, Tempus appeared right behind them, with a single touch they turned into a pile of dust and bones. His Starkissed promptly hugged him, tears streaming down her face and was babbling in an incoherent manner, she said something along the lines of his makers sending those men, believing him to becoming very 'human' since he had met her.

It was a trap, set upon him by the 'Dark Gods'. They whispered to his makers ears and made them doubt him. Soon he was surrounded by his creators. They restrained him in chains of white,

"You have broken one of the basic edicts we have bestowed upon you, they were right, your punishment will be decided by them."

He was handed off to the ones who set the plan in motion, the 'Dark Gods', with devious and pleased smiles they laid on his punishment. He would be cursed, and his immortal soul would be banished to the human realm for all eternity. There were no shouts of pain, he let them do as they will, but under his breath he swore he would get revenge.

He found his powers, and memories starting to fade. His eyes open, resting on a roof. He had forgotten who he was, and was born as Kanza.

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𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

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[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}

• Fletching: He is an accomplished fletcher, making his own arrows and even his own bow
• Unnerving Stare: His stare is known to look at your core, your soul and deconstruct your very being
• Fleet of Foot: His tribe is naturally gifted in their fast stride, they can traverse the land with relative easy and can scale even the tallest trees in seconds.

• Scouting: His tribe requires to know the lay off the land, he scans the area around him and can make a mental or physical map.
• Dead-Eyed Markmanship: There are some truths in rumours, his skill in Archery is well-reknowned
• Agile: He tends to fight using his quick speed, under the doctrate of being able to dodge every attack meaning that they can never sustain damage.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 15/15

Juncture: Weakest Ability
Tempus was once known as the 'Ruthless Keeper of Time', he was particularly good at protecting the sanctity of time.

Time's Displeasure: Kanza can manipulate time relative to him in small ways, for things like dodging a blow, catching fishes with relative easy, making a mental notation of land much easier etc.
Temporal Recognition: If in immediate danger, Kanza can activate this to see events happening a few seconds into the future. Overusage would result in being knocked unconscious.
Revertation of Fettle: Kanza can grab an object (broken or unbroken) in his hand (eg. a broken pot), and reverses it to a time where it was in it's pristine condition.

Adjunct of Mending Time: Moderate Ability
Time is as tough as glass, breaking easily under the hand of disruptive Gods, these helped Tempus find the right shard of glass to fit.

Time's Osculation: Kanza touches a person, he will be able to see the memories they retain. This means that he can only see memories they can remember.
Time's Past: Kanza will be able to see an image of the past of an area, as if it was happening around him.
Stint of the past: Similar to 'Time's Past', but instead of an image he would be able to see a scene from the past, affecting not only him but everyone in the area. As if a movie was playing all around them.

Desolation of Time: Strongest Ability
Used by Tempus as a sort of last resort, these are mostly used as 'punishments.

Hour of Indignation: When Kanza uses this ability he restricts the power of another for a moment, dispelling any usage. He can use this pre-emptively to prevent a spell being cast, in which case, lifeforce is not spent. He may also use this as a silence while something is being cast. Finally it can be used in an effect that has a duration, but it does not completely destroy the spell, only dispels it temporarily for the duration of this ability. The amount of time this ability lasts varies based on several factors (the power of the ability, Kanza's personal state, the environment and situation, etc.)
Suspension of Pulse: The area relative to him is frozen in time, he may chose whom will not be affected. He cannot hugely uphinge an enemy's timeline by killing or drastically wounding them during this time. Lasts up to 15 minutes.
Time's Celerity: Kanza bestows or absorbs the takes time in an area around him, in a domelike way, massively accelerating or reverse their time as he wishes. If it is not targeted or concentrated it will affect everything around him.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}What is on your person

-His quiver, filled with hand-fletched Arrows
-Dark Cloak, blessed by his tribe to be able to withstand magical attacks
-Blessed Bow, allows attacking of magical beings
-Short ornate dagger, treasure of his Tribe.

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}
#58D3F7 is my colour code.
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[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: REQUIRED, Yeah

Kanza's Relation Sheet

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O _{V E R V I E W :}

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⍚ Love: Stalana
⍚ Crush:
⍚ Friend: Kenzie
⍚ Enemy:
⍚ Aquaintance: Eilidh

Strangers

Rimguage:(Any small interactions from IC here. Eventually add to below.)
Alexis:
Numas Inora:
Floran Cestanz:
Xena:
Bahji:
Raydon:
Khyrian Faurus:
Vadik:
Ophelia:
Narcissa:
Valerie:
Fyldren:
Feir:
Kenzie Moraitis:
Persephone:
Éclair:

E _{I L I D H} U_A B_{R I A I N}

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"Works hard and is talented in healing, surmised to being the future of the tribe... Although, and this may sound a bit hypocritical, she needs to loosen up a bit and enjoy the endless forests shades of welcoming green more."

⍚ Aquaintance:

Since she is the apprentice of the ever revered Darragh, Kanza and Eilidh would have occasionally meetings when Darragh was busy with his own affairs. Usually through a curt nod and some semblance of smiles Eilidh would heal Kanza. As a fellow tribesmen he is protective and nurturing of her, to a degree that he feels for all his tribesmen.

S _{T A L A N A}

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"I'm eternally grateful to her for saving my life. She is usually quiet, reserved and humble but can be called one of the best healers in the land. She may have also saved the relations between the two tribes."

⍚ Love:

Kanza was out on an expedition hunt, in the thick and vast forests. It was a show of camaraderie between the tribes, and would certainly help in strengthening their relations.

During the hunt, Kanza somehow lost his bearings and petered away from his assigned group, being in an unfamiliar place and admittedly underestimating it's gigantic width. It was to be expected, one who does not properly respect the land would be consumed by it.

On his way to find a landmark, he was attacked by... something darting in and out of the shadows, it's speed comparable, if not faster than Kanza.

The battle was long fought, stray arrows strewn across the trees, heavy and deep scratch marks all over the forests and a few trees were fell. The shadowy beast finally fell after one last haggard breath. Kanza faired no better, he was unprepared for the attack, having only a dozen arrows and his skinning knife on his person. He suffered many wounds, some deep and bleeding profusely and others light but made him unsteady.

His legs gave away a few moments after the beast fell, finally giving into the pain after the adrenaline subsided.

The smell of incense made Kanza's nose prick, it smelt soothing yet earthy. He was in a hut, someone had saved him.

From then on their relationship grew, from acquaintances to saviour, close friends that confided with each other and finally lovers. Either didn't really care much for announcing this status, and would only mention if directly asked.

K _{E N Z I E} M _{O R A I T I S}

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"Kenzie of the Abaneki tribe, huh. Knows his way around a bow and one of the few that I wouldn't mind leaving my back to during expedition hunts with other clans."

⍚ Friend:

Kenzie mirrors Kanza's general attitude/personality, or atleast enough that they stroked up a sort of odd friendship. They don't socialize much, only doing so whenever it was necessary. If one were to hunt with them, there would be a sort of deafening silence entrenched between them that you wouldn't be able to guess they were friends but this isn't entirely the case. Both appreciate silence, it speaking volumes instead of the endless, pointless chattering some people do.

Kanza respects his skill with, or rather, mastery with the bow. He's not entirely sure who'd stack up if they were to have a competition but both really don't care much for exerting energy for no surmountable reason.

[RedXCross]

Numas Inora / Xyxis / God of Abstraction

⍚ Numas Inora ⥥ 22 ⥥ N/A ⥥ Pansexual ⍚

"But did we ever stop to ask 'Why' we are here?"

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𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

Numas stands at a subtle 5'8" and is skinny to the point of looking almost sickly. When they stretch in certain directions you can see their ribcage rippling beneath their skin and the boniness of their hands. Their eyes are a fading, almost glassy grey, and one eye is completely glassy with a sharp scar scratched right over it. They have no vision through that eye after an encounter with a vicious animal, but they pay no mind to that most of the time. Their face is scrunched up, with a small nose and small lips, and their teeth are mostly straight, though his canines seem sharper than the average. Their hair is long and obstructive as they haven't cut it since birth. It goes down their back and face in long, messy, burgundy strands. They never tie it back or anything, though sometimes they'll loop glass and wood beads through it in seemingly random locations.

Normally, they forgo wearing any sort of top clothing, though if they are to wear a tunic of some kind they tie the sleeves around their waist and leave their chest bare. Sometimes they'll wear a sash of cloth over around one of their shoulders, but that is the most that they will cover at any one time. Wooden beads and bands of numerous colours wrap around their wrists and his neck, including the feathers of birds and the teeth of some abandoned animals. They will paint his face with various red-hued colours that they make by mixing blood with water and other things, making sure that the paint goes over their eyelids.

Their mark appears almost like stained glass on the back of their hand. Various shapes of varying colours that overlap and merge with each other. As they use their abilities, more of these colours and shapes explode from the origin point until they spread up and over their entire body.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

Numas is an out-of-this-world thinker with little care or understanding for most of the other people that they live with. They believe that they've been trapped on this world by some external force, though they are unaware of what that force may be nor do the claim to understand what they were before. That being said, Numas comes across as obnoxious and weird. They're statements are out-of-the-box and they refuse to conform to any being that may claim authority over them. That being said, Numas is fascinated with those that ask questions, and those that are willing to question why they may exist or what they're doing in that moment. To these people, Numas is an excellent thinker, patient, and wise. They never claim to know the answers to anything, but they're always willing to ask questions. They're also quite a spiritual person, believing that their Gods would one day give them the answers they were searching for as long as they continued to question everything.

As though their own behaviour wasn't example enough, Numas is not very sexually driven. They are far more fascinated with a person's thoughts and mind than they are in their physicality, and their own castration makes them pretty non-threatening to other genders. Their choice in companions is quite unusual, but so is everything about the laid-back spiritualist.

That being said, they become very frustrated with those that claim to have all the answers. They have a tendency to run off on their own and do their own thing for long periods of time, and in these times they tend to forget about eating or sleeping. Instead, they'll paint their face and burn strange plants and sit in large empty places alone as they stare at the stars, continually asking "why". They're a little bit of a hermit, and a little more than strange, but sometimes the out-of-the-box thinking can bring many advantages to their tribe. They've been called upon as a strategist several times because they don't think about outcomes, only about things that others have never thought about. It seems that they put aside their hubris when it comes to the lives of humans specifically, because Numas believes that humans hold the potential to opening the secrets of the universe.

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

Numas is usually referred to by their tribe as "Severed" due to their "inability" to associate or work with the other members of the tribe in the ways of hunting, gathering, fighting, or other basic survival needs. The other reason was that Numas castrated themselves three months after both of their parents died hunting some feral beast. Many thought it was an act of grief, but Numas did not grieve their parents in a rational sense. Instead, Numas simply began to question the way the world worked, and the way they trapped themselves in boxes. Castrating themself was a way of freeing themself from the need to reproduce. Numas disappeared into the wilderness for several years after this, frustrated with the traps of daily life and the risks of normalcy. Many thought they would never see them again.

Instead, around the age of seventeen, Numas returned to their tribe. Their eye was scarred by a bear they'd eaten and their whole appearance had become wild and feral as well. Their tribe was at war when they returned, and it appeared as though they would be slaughtered. But Numas revealed an absurd strategy that managed to allow their tribe the upper hand. After this, Numas revealed their skill as a witch doctor, and used many unusual concoctions for curative purposes or otherwise. Numas was welcomed back into the tribe, against many others protests, and they were given the space to act as they chose as long as they provided wisdom to the rest of their people and acted as their healer.

Their unusual behaviour was still unnerving to the rest of their tribe. Numas would commonly wander off or simply stop and stare in random directions. One day Numas spent standing completely still in the central area of their camp, and didn't move for several hours, other days they spent eating at flowers growing around the marshes or staring into rivers waiting for fish to pass. Numas spent the first clan gathering back with their tribe wandering all over the place. They shared healing secrets with healers of other tribes; they wandered straight into the base camps of other aggressive tribes and watched their fierce warriors battle with each other.

This is how Numas came to know Narcissa. Her disinterested disposition caught Numas' eye one day, so they decided to wander directly over to speak to her. Guards tried to stop them, but Numas merely leapt over their guards, then bounced of their heads while twirling their staff above their own head. They quickly bonded because it was clear that Numas had no expectations for the Chieftain's daughter, and that Numas simply found interest in her own thoughts of physical beauty and the world around them.

Numas amassed a group of about two or three followers by the time this begins. People that were just as fascinated with the "why" of their existence and wished to question the universe just as Numas did. Numas would lead them into the wilderness and share ceremonies under the stars where they asked the gods to answer their questions, and waited patiently with strange incense that enhanced their thought process and caused "spiritual hallucinations" as Numas labelled them.

Numas comes from the Rumasra tribe, a smaller group of people that finds their proficiency in the marshlands. Most know the properties of common plants by the time they can stand, and many others learn quickly how to navigate the wet marshs without sinking or tripping. They aren't an extremely spiritually driven group, though they do believe that the nature around them is carried by spirits acting on their own. Some people will pray to these spirits before heading out on hunting or scavenging trips, and only a few others will call out to the Gods above. Otherwise their failing point as a tribe comes from combat. While they do have a general and some know how to fight, it is usually inefficient. They lack the skill or ability to fight back head-to-head, so they usually rely on their marshy terrain to get the upper hand. Most know how to swim through the rivers and how to fish. Ultimately the tribe counts on all their people being able to engage in these tasks so they can all survive together.

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

⍚ X Y X I S ⥥ A B S T R A C T I O N ⥥ N/A ⥥ PANSEXUAL ⍚

<... Then men's first thoughts became unbound to the how and the when and the where

For Xyxis appeared, his being renowned, and the WHY that was not was there.

Life was no longer trapped to the touch, as thought twisted and grew

Reason to fog, limits to space, it was more strange than they knew...>

Ancient Nursery Rhyme

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

Xyxis is not so much "seen" as they are "experienced". They are a void of colour and noise and feelings and thoughts. Bound to nothing, but they are not "nothing." Their form is omniscient and abstract, clobbered together and ever-changing. Since Xyxis finds the thought of a corporeal form abhorrent, they tend to simply exist as changing and shifting colors.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

- Abstract Thought
- Abstract Concepts
- Insanity
- Delirium
- Lord of Drugs and Hallucinogens
- Abstract Art and Color
- Questions and Thoughts
- Philosophy

Xyxis is unique in that they would not exist without humanity, nor would humanity advance at the rate it does without Xyxis. Xyxis was birthed from thought and also is the creator of thought. They are actually quite sympathetic for humanity despite the consequences that come with their existence. Humans would go mad upon seeing Xyxis' "physical" form as it is beyond human comprehension.

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

The moment the question "why" was asked was the moment that Xyxis came into existence. This probably makes them sort of a young God as they could only really exist when there was a being to think. At first they were not interested in anything beyond the development of humanity's thought process. One of their favourite moments of existence was rendering a rock into an incomprehensible form and watching the early humans become baffled with how it was created (for it really couldn't be made with human hands). Their starkissed was the first being that made Xyxis consider "touch" as a connection. Usually they don't care at all for the corporeal, but, to be able to touch their starkissed's face, and understand what was beneath that hard surface...

It was this want that allowed the Dark Gods to trick them. Xyxis was a master of what could not be seen, touched, heard, understood, yet it was the desire for all those things with their starkissed that allowed the Dark Gods to trap them within the confines of a mortal body, and wipe their memory of a time they were a being of pure thought.

𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}
Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

• Natural Connection:
  Numas has an excellent understanding of plants and their properties. They can recognize most plants for the various abilities and support they can offer. This is exceptionally proficient in the marshlands, though some of this knowledge does trickle over into other locations.
• Witch Doctor: Beyond knowing plants well, they also know certain charms and enchantments that, when combined with other aspects of nature, can become powerful healing concoctions or other such potions and salves. This is made of a combination of their own research, their mother's time as witch doctor, and other sources.
• Interpretation:

Sometimes Numas will bring their followers into trances via various hallucinogens. Numas can recognize symbolism in various dreams or hallucinations and use them to understand what is trying to be said by the incorporeal forces of the world. This is generally where some of Numas' absurd plans come from.

• High Constitution: Numas' experience in the wilderness with plants have rendered them immune to many poisons and toxins. In a pinch, they can eat things that would make most other people sick or dead with a much less severe reaction.
• Slow and Painful: Their witch doctoring can work in reverse as well. They know how to concoct lethal poisons that could strike opponents down very quickly when administered.
• Wierd and Wirey: Numas tends to avoid fights whenever possible, but if they must their movements and actions are incredibly unpredictable and strange. Their flexibility and agility confuse opponents, then usually they try to strike with a poison and run away.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}
Regardless of their human form, an explosion of color always appears behind their eyes before their powers activate.

Life Force: 15/15

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Weakest Ability: Here Comes a Thought

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Xyxis came into existence when humans developed Abstract Thought: of ideas beyond surviving, and when questions rose beyond "how am I going to survive?"

Who am I? Cost - 1
When Numas touches someone, they call call these questions to ring strong and true through someone's mind. For some, it may have no adverse effect. For others, it may call their position into question, or even begin an existential crisis.
Why am I here?Cost - 2
Beyond their own identity, it calls their allegiances into question, their beliefs, their choices. This may lead to isolation or paranoia in the target.
What is my purpose?

Cost - 3
This questions their entire being. It forces them to confront what they do from day to day, to confront the position they have and the choices they make. It could bring everything they've worked for into question, then it could bring it all tumbling down. Depending on the being, this question could reveal doors they've never recognized, or force them into a mental breakdown.

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Moderate Ability: Beyond Representation

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The human form moves into a trance state, forcing them to create large abstract artworks that can confound and distract others.

Moment's Clarity: Cost - 6
Suddenly the human vessel understands how to express abstract ideas in a corporeal form. They'll then proceed to create it with whatever medium available. While one idea was in mind, it will create various interpretations that might cripple or support wiser people.
Read Between the Lines: Cost - 7
The art is charged with magic, bringing those that look upon it to be immersed in the work and what it is trying to say to them. Those that aren't wise enough to comprehend the artist's voice will be struck with headaches, while others will feel strongly for the idea the artist is trying to express
Open Your Minds:

Cost - 9
The artwork is supercharged with magickal force, which brings all that look upon it to open their minds to the world beyond their own. This could be incredibly overwhleming for those that have never understood it before, though in the right groups it could spark a movement, or a revolution, or incapacitate them all with their own tears and their own questions about the universe.

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Strongest Ability: Eldritch Madness

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In their early days, Xyxis attempted to use abstraction to create new life. The result was horror incarnate, and ideas so strong they drove people to insanity.

"The Eldritch Abomination is a type of creature defined by its disregard for the natural laws of the universe as we understand them. They are grotesque mockeries of reality beyond comprehension whose disturbing otherness cannot be encompassed in any mortal tongue." - TVTropes

Unnerving Sculpture: Cost - 8 They create some form of artwork out of what exists that defies logic and what the mind can comprehend. Its presence is enough to unnerve people and make them uncomfortable, but looking at it long enough may actually splinter the brain.
Overwhelming Image: Cost - 11
The image is delivered directly to the brain with gibberish words, and it traps itelf within the person, driving them mad because it cannot be comprehended.
Some thing just cannot be comprehended...: Cost - D E A T H
An image is cast into the sky. A being emerges for only a few moments before fading away, but that's more than enough. Those that witness that which mocks the universe will lose all sense of rationality. The world itself will become their prison as they are swallowed by madness. There are some abstractions that simply cannot be understood.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}
- two sharp daggers made of weak metal. A slot down the middle of them leaves space for poison
- numerous packs and bags filled with all sorts of natural materials
- a long staff that seems to curve into a square at the end, for walking and other things
- a totem for the Gods, and some incense sticks created to induce spiritual hallucination
- a bowl for mixing, and pestle for crushing

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This will be my color for conversation. (code 4ECCAC)

Above the Rumasra Tribe is given some background and detail.
On top of that, their tribe does not use pronouns, choosing instead to refer to each other by name and name alone. Their chieftan is Reisa Ruma, a tough woman with a lot of patience and scavenging expertise.

To become chieftan, those of a certain age who desire the title are required to eat a specific frog that lives in the marsh area. While they're all similar-looking, some of them carry a lethal poison. They say that if that were to happen it is because you are unworthy of the title. Reisa ate four of them to prove her dedication.

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: YES

NUMAS INORA'S RELATIONSHIPS

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O _{V E R V I E W :}

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⍚ Love: N/A
⍚ Crush: (Blueflame's Character)
⍚ Friend: Valerie, Narcissa
⍚ Enemy: N/A
⍚ Aquaintance:N/A

STRANGERS

Rimguage:Betrothed to Narcissa.
Alexis:
Kenzie:
Eilidh Ua Briain:
Floran Cestanz:
Xena:
Bahji:
Raydon:
Stalana:
Khyrian Faurus:
Vadik:
Ophelia:
Fyldren:
Feir:
Kenzie Moraitis:
Persephone:
Éclair:

N _{A R C I S S A}

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"Mine and Narcissa's friendship is unusual to many, but I believe the Gods brought us together for exactly those reasons.."
▷ Close Friend ◁

Numas and Narcissa's friendship thrives on the fact that Numas is of no threat to her numerous romantic cohorts, and Numas has no expectations for her, unlike everything else. As someone who communes more to the spirits of people based on the will of the Gods, Narcissa's flawless beauty is lost on Numas, who firmly believes that they've been driven to walk down this path for a reason. The pair tend to laugh at the layers of disaster occuring around them, and occasionally, if the mood is right, Numas can convince her to come with them on one of their usual dreaming sessions with the Gods.

And some special incense.

V _{A L E R I E}

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"The pair of us both follow trails outside that of what is expected. While Valerie yearns for that community that comes from the clans, we can both agree that greater forces steer our actions. Perhaps it is those greater forces that brought us to be intertwined ."
▷ Childhood Friend ◁

The memories of these events are foggy, but Numas and Valerie actually met back when they were young children and before the deaths of their parents. Valerie occasionally poked her head into the Rumasra tribe, and even back then Numas always had an affinity for the wild outdoors. This led to interactions between Numas and the mysterious girl from the woods. The pair would spend hours together before people realized they were missing, and then they would fade back to their own little bubbles and their own little lives.

They haven't seen each other since.

(Blueflame would go down here)

[Typical]

eilidh ua briain

[Melo]

Floran / Miselian / God of Combat, war strategy, heroism and wisdom

⍚ Floran Cestanz ⥥ 23 ⥥ Male ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

"Frankly, I’d rather be right than rich."

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𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

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[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}
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Floran is rather tall, standing at 6’2”. He has well-developed muscles and several scars on his body, both resulting from the great many battles he has been a part of. His hair is a dark brown color that goes well with his emerald green eyes. He usually keeps his beard short or stubby, since he does not really like it fully grown. Beard or not, Floran comes across as a young man in his prime.

Floran’s curse mark is shaped like a diamond and situated on his dominant arm (which is his right in this incarnation). Touching his mark feels strangely metallic, though it is not particularly different to his skin in any other way. However, as Floran uses his ability, his mark grows and seems to glow in either a white or purplish light, depending on the reasons behind the use of his abilities (Though he does not know himself why the color of the glow differs).

Floran usually wears leather armor to match his occupation. However, he does have more… diplomatic clothes to wear on the right occasions. Furthermore, he has a dark green cloak that he wears in the road or when hunting in forest areas.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}
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Floran is a bit of a lone wolf at times, but he does enjoy social contact more than he usually lets on. He is the serious type, and usually not willing to deal with any nonsense. He is an optimist, and always tries to see the good in people. He has great wanderlust, and often goes out in search of new things.

Nevertheless, Floran’s heart is in the right place. He has a strong sense of justice, and is not easily swayed from his path. He has a strong urge to help anyone in need, sometimes even at his own expense or without a promised reward. Because of this, Floran is usually well-liked by the people around him.

On the other hand, he is rather set in his ways. On occasion, it can be hard to reason with him for that reason. And with his strong sense of justice, those can become some very heated discussions. He tends to be rather impulsive as well, not always thinking his actions through when he’s actually doing them.

(Any RRA results will be added to either here or in the biography, or both)

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}
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Floran originally hails from the Longear tribe, where he was raised by his parents, one longear and one wolfrahg. He had no siblings. Since it was a custom for the tribe to learn the bow, so did Floran. It was discovered rather quickly that the young boy had a knack for combat. He ended up being trained in both the blade and the bow, and excelled in both. Since the boy was so well-versed in combat, his parents thought he would likely become a guard or soldier for the clan, but this was not exactly what Floran wanted.

Floran wanted to see more of the world he was in. And so he decided to leave the clan as he came of age. He wandered the lands as a mercenary, his main occupations being fighting monsters and bandits that terrorized the lands. During his work, he quickly found out that it wasn’t the money that truly drew him. He wanted to help the people. He might not be the most sociable of guys, but he still enjoyed them. As a result, there have been various instances where he helped out with little to no reward. It mattered little to Floran, as long as he was able to get by.

Through the years he has been with many of the clans, since every clan offers new sights to see. He is known as a very capable, and sometimes seems to do things that seem far beyond his cunning in the most dire of situations.

And now that spring comes around and clans gather, so goes Floran. In a place with that many people, there is bound to be interesting work to be found.

(Any RRA results will be added to either here or in the biography, or both)

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

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𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

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⍚ Miselian ⥥ God of Combat, war strategy, heroism and wisdom ⥥ Male ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

”He greeted me, a simple man
His words of humility that saw an equal
I thought to grovel, but I knew to stand
His face unseen, but smiling he was

On request our blades clashed
And bested I was in a trial of steel,
but no boast escaped his lips
Nay, his words were an accolade to me
“Go forth, my friend. Your honor shall compel you forever more.”
His hands an applause

And now that I am glorious, I bring you his name
No day passes without memory of his glory
His image I see vividly still
And his words resound eternally

I welcome the day I die
The day I shall meet him again
To serve in battle until end times
And no reward is pleasure greater
For he is Miselian, the righteous.”

Excerpt from a heroic epic

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}
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Descriptions of Miselian’s appearance vary. The only consistent thing is that he was always fully clad in armor along with a red cape, his face not shown to any of mankind. Even among gods there is little knowledge of his actual appearance. Those who do say they have seen him say he tends to keep to a humanoid appearance like his armor seems to suggest. He is rather tall, standing at about 6’1”.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}
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Righteousness
Might
Heroism
Courage
Warfare
Wisdom
Honorable duels
Tales of heroes

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}
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The tale goes that the god known as Miselian came into creation during the first strife between gods. The concepts of honor and glory unknown, it was Miselian’s duty that the path of the righteous was walked even by his elder equals. Such was a concept with mixed receptions amongst gods, but nevertheless brought forth a sense of morality. And so he was a beacon and enforcer of the morality he had brought. A god that both aided and punished gods at the same time depending on their actions. It is yet unknown what exactly brought him into being, and some speculate that the god does not even realize his first moments were his conception. As if he believes he had been there all along. Maybe he was right? Or maybe the god’s mind was ailed by delirium. Who could say for sure?

Among gods, Miselian was known as a bit of a lone wolf. He simply served his own cause, which in itself was often enough for gods to follow his example. Because despite his lonely nature, Miselian was a helpful god. He gladly aided any deity of whom he felt their cause was just. And it was no secret that even among gods, his power was formidable. Of this power he said that it was the product of the right and of hard work. And to some gods, this was an inspiring and refreshing sight.

Miselian had a strange fascination for mortals. In them he saw something that he didn’t in gods. In some of them he found the aspiration to achieve, to fight for a cause beyond themselves and the willingness to do great deeds for their fellows. Such a stark difference to most contempt gods was something that Miselian respected, and why Miselian often roamed the mortal realms in search of mortals who met his standards of greatness. These were the heroes he blessed. There are many tales that detail the appearance of Miselian to such heroes. His fondness for combat is well-known, and every hero he has met he defeated in a friendly duel. Other tales describe that many of the legendary weapons around the world originate from his arsenal, and are left by him for worthy heroes to aid their quests.

His fascination for the heroic mortals even extended to the afterlife. He received them happily in the afterlife in his own halls, where heroes could drink, feast and spar until their heart’s content. Because the god is bound to wander, the reception and upkeep is most often performed by his squires, so to speak. Minor deities that serve under him.

Amongst the dark gods, Miselian was known as a nuisance. After all, how would a god such as he approve of such a vile plan? The god was no starkissed, at least not as far as he knew, but he was no ally of them. And so he was amongst the first to be tricked, ensuring his interference in their plans was eliminated before they even truly began. Miselian, as he the curse took him, simply looked upon the dark gods in disappointment. Clearly his words had never reached them.

Yet, to be born in the world of mortals that he had wandered so much. Miselian felt a strange urge, a wonder to discover the land once again.

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𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

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[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}
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Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

• Perceptive Floran’s insight is impeccable. He is great at reading people’s emotions and changes in them. He is also very good at catching lies.
• Athletics Floran has very refined physical abilities. He is a fast runner, and pretty good at hard jumps and swimming.
• BowsFloran is a good shot

• Tracking Floran knows how to track down beast and man.
• SwordsmanshipFloran is exceptionally skilled in using swords and their maintenance
• Physical aptitude Floran is very physically capable, though he doesn’t excel in any area particularly. This allows for a balanced display of both strength and agility.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}
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These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 15/15

Heroism
What is a hero if not someone fighting for a cause greater than himself? Miselian graces those who do, and strikes fear in those who don’t.

Surge of strength (2): Floran can call on a little extra from within when it counts. This power grants him just that little extra strength or stamina when he needs it to pull through a dangerous situation or quickly recover from a disadvantageous bodily or mental state
Deter my enemies!(3): Floran can attempt to instill fear into anyone with a simple stare. This ability can work on someone as simple as a merchant trying to inflate prices to a humongous monster standing between him and a damsel in distress. How fearful the target can get depends on the opposition. Some may simply become dismayed, others may piss their pants and run away or feel compelled to do as Floran says.
Soul of a hero(4): Floran can impart the fundamentals of a hero into anyone, as long as they have a noble cause to fight for. This blessing fuels the blessed person with courage and enhances their physical abilities. This blessing lasts until they either completed their cause or until they give up, or up to a certain time.

The power of the wise
True warriors are not driven by bloodlust. True warriors fight with honor, courage and wisdom. Such is Miselian’s wisdom, and it grants him many advantages over the mindless.

Second wind (8): To keep strong in the heat of battle is the mark of a warrior worth of respect. Floran can heal injuries and replenish stamina on his person within a second, even in the heat of battle. This ability can be used on others, but this takes more time. Some injuries may be too severe to heal completely, in which case this ability may still provide enough healing to reduce its severity.
Stand together (8): Floran can call for aid from the realms beyond. He can call upon the spirits from heroes long gone to aid him, which can take a corporeal form temporarily. (Calls two at most at any time) Similarly, he can call upon the aid of the celestials, which can take the form of an incredible beast to mount. (Along the lines of creatures such as a Pegasus and other fictional beast mounts that may or may not exist in this world. Same maximum as above.)
Stand with us! (7):The presence of Miselian is inspiring to all. Using this ability, Floran invokes that presence to raise morale of allies and to compel any neutral party into joining his cause. Although enemies are not convinced that easily, the presence gives them a feeling of unease that belongs to the ‘wrong’ side of a conflict.

Legendary might
Another battle, another hero, another legend to be sung. Miselian’s name and tales of his power resound in the songs of every great hero. A force of the battlefield that even the greatest heroes bow down to.

Divine strength (10): Floran gains physical strength, speed and durability far beyond human limits for a period of time.
exalted armaments (12): Floran summons and dons magical armor and weapons from the god’s arsenal. The armor is highly resistant to both physical and magical effects. The weapons he can summon are various, and he can wield them proficiently even without any prior training. The weapons are extremely durable and capable of cutting through metal. Any of these armaments can be made to disappear or summoned back into his hands at any time while the ability is active.
The sacred army (death): Floran summons Miselian’s sacred army. An army made from heroic spirits of in the afterlife and minor deities and magical creatures of war under Miselian’s command, such as valkyries(and potentially other similar deities). The army fights alongside Floran, who will be fully equiped in his sacred armaments, and continue until the battle is over. Even after the battle, and thus Floran’s death, warriors from the army can descend to fight and protect the cause the army was sent to fight for, but only if the tale of the battle and the cause is remembered in the hearts of men.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}
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• A longsword
• A bow and arrows
• Leather armor and a cloak

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}
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Colour Code: e93b1c
other information.

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}
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Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: Yes
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

Floran's Relation Sheet

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O _{V E R V I E W :}

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⍚ Love:
⍚ Crush: Alexis hunter
⍚ Friend:Ophelia,Rimguage, Bahji
⍚ Enemy: Narcissa, Kenzie, Khyrian
⍚ Aquaintance: Vadik,

Strangers

Kanza:
Numas Inora:
Eilidh Ua Briain:
Xena:
Raydon:
Stalana:
Valerie:
Fyldren:
Feir:
Persephone:
Éclair:

R _{I M G U A G E}

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"A strong leader for a strong people."
Friend

Being part Wolfrahg, it was one of the first places Floran went after becoming a mercenary. Besides delivering good work, he also got quite friendly with the clan. In particular, he got along very well with their future chieftain. Floran happily spends some time with his friend whenever he goes to the clan for work.

A _{L E X I S} H _{U N T E R}

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"Alexis is… uhm… a very dear colleague of mine.."
Crush

Two people in the same line of work tend to work together sometimes. Floran knows she is a good person on the inside, and would like to get to know her better. He just wished she was a little more discreet in her choice of missions.

B _{A H J I}

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"Heart of gold, that one. ."
Friends

Floran knows how good Bahji has been to his dear friend Ophelia, and thus he isn’t above taking the good man out for a drink when he runs into him. They have also occasionally hunted together.

K _{H Y R I A N} F _{A U R U S}

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"Someone needs to learn how to control his temper."
Enemies

Khyrian can have anger issues sometimes, especially around the spiritual fellows. When one of them tried to help rid him of his dark aura, he lashed out in his usual ways. Different was this time that Floran was there to intervene from getting the sod killed. Nobody got hurt that day, but Floran doesn’t forget a bad guy.

V _{A D I K}

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"Shall we save a chieftain?."
Acquaintances

Optional Hook: Floran and Vedik overheard a plot from some mysterious characters one night to overthrow the Chieftan of Craenak (Changed to Abaneki) once and for all. You have no proof and didn't catch a good look at their faces, but the pair of you are the only ones who can find out what is happening and stop it before it is too late... should you so choose.

(Read the first Floran & Vadik posts)

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"You hurt her, you hurt me.."
Friends

Floran was eighteen when he worked for a merchant that paid good coin for an escort to the Roamwyn’s city. And arrived there the eord that a young girl hadn’t been seen for a few hours now. Floran decided to check it out, and found the ten year old Ophelia lost a few hours later. Ever since then, the traveller always comes by to check up on her every time he is near her home and share stories with her. What Floran feels for Ophelia might be closer to an older brother to a younger sister than actual friends. He feels a strong urge to protect the playful and cheerful girl.

K _{E N Z I E} M _{O R A I T I S}

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"TBA."
Enemies

TBA (may be rerolled)

N _{A R C I S S A}

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"I am never going back to Karill again."
Enemies

Little surprise that Floran doesn’t like the slave-owning Karill. Their princess didn’t leave a much better impression. He hopes Rimguage can drill some sense into this girl.

[HowlsOfWinter]

Xena / Asteria / Weaver of Fate

⍚ Xena ⥥ 18 ⥥ Female⥥ Heterosexual⍚

"There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be."

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𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

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[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

Xena is a petite girl, standing at 5'5. Her long silver hair flows slightly past her hips and ends in soft waves - it's shine and sleek texture making it apparent that her hair is well taken care of. Her amber eyes appear almost golden under the warm rays of the sun, and her dark lashes frame her round eyes perfectly.

She is usually seen wearing a dress that is commonly worn by women in her tribe; a haltered white dress with ruffles around the neck. The back is left bare to show their tattoos, and the skirt flows freely to the ground. Each member of her tribe has their own unique tattoo carved into their backs; each with different meanings and design. Xena's tattoo is a soaring eagle, signifying that she will conquer and reach great heights. People of her tribe also wear masks that have animal features to signify beauty, strength, and the hunt.

The mark of her curse closely resembles a crescent moon and is located just right under her left collarbone. When it spreads across her body, it appears as dark veins around her arms, slowly crawling up to her neck, and covering the left side of her face.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

A soul filled with wonder and curiosity. She often wonders about all the places she hasn't visited and wishes to travel around the world someday. She reads works of writing as a way for her to learn more about places, people, and nature. She is a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. She doesn't dwell too much on the negative because she believes every problem has a solution.

Xena is very charismatic and poised. She walks and talks in a lady-like manner, giving off a regal vibe. She always carries herself with grace and femininity. She is painfully honest and vocal about her opinions but is secretive when it comes to personal things. There's more to her than meets the eye. She often says things that make people wonder. She likes to challenge people into thinking, therefore, she says certain things in a way that would not be understood immediately if not given proper thought
Kind of like a riddle.

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

Xena belongs to the Abaneki Tribe; a tribe situated in the northern east. The village is hidden away, surrounded by large trees, rare flowers, and different bodies of water. The tribe is known for the beauty of its surroundings. The Abaneki Falls is located in the heart of the village, which is truly a wonderful sight to behold.

The clan has access to many scrolls, even ones dating back to a thousand years. These writings talk about their history and are brimming with legend and folklore. A famous legend surrounding their tribe claims that their people are closely related to sirens--but a different version claims that they're related to faes.

The women of the village excel in arts and music. Xena herself is skilled at singing, dancing, and playing musical instruments. Men, on the other hand, are skilled at hunting and fighting. In their tribe, to fight and hunt is a man's job, while women are not allowed to pick up a weapon, so as not to taint their "purity". Men of this tribe are also known for their chivalry.

Xena has two brothers and is the only daughter of the Chieftain. Because of this, they're highly protective of her and is usually never seen without her guards. She spent most of her childhood reading and learning instruments. She often slips into the woods alone to play her flute.

Memories Retained:

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𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

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⍚ ASTERIA ⥥ GODDESS OF STARS AND THE WEAVING OF COSMIC TIME AND FATE ⥥ FEMALE⥥ HETEROSEXUAL⍚

Selfish decisions and choices I've made

Led up to the loss of a love now forbade

Though the feelings remain a grin crosses my face

For not a thing matters, the time nor the place

Weavers of fate hold the rights to the thread

As time passes by I now lie in wait

For the one who can show me, my Weaver of fate

Robert Blackford

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

Stands at 5'6 and walks with elegance and grace. Asteria has pale skin and soft rosy lips. Her silver hair flows past her ankles and onto the ground, adorned with glimmering stars that hold the fates of the immortals. One can say that the weaver is the epitome of beauty and utter mystery. Her eyes seem to hold the universe and immeasurable knowledge, and her dress is said to have been woven from moonlight and a blanket of stars. The land she walks on shimmers as she leaves a trail of stars in her wake. She always has a soft smile plastered on her face, knowing that everything is at the right place at the right time.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

▶ Weaving the threads of fate
▶ Messing with time: In the past, Asteria would often mess with time in order to alter the fates of those she was in favor of. Because of this, the Keeper of Time came into being. The Elder Gods made sure that the other Gods would no longer be able to mess with the timeline for their own selfish needs.
▶ The song of the weaver. The melodies are of haunting beauty.
▶ Appearing to mortals as a fairy.
▶ Granting wishes to those who sang songs of praises
▶ Her beauty and inviting personality

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

Lore

Island of creation

The island of creation is the place where all life began. It is the home of Asteria, and is a heavily guarded place, as anyone who can slay her can change their fate and control time itself.

Threads of Fate

A collection of woven threads. Also known as the Threads of Life. These threads represent the life and storyline of any person or creature in the world. If one can get a hold of their thread, they are able to change their own destiny. These thread woven together appear as the stars in the night sky. When a thread of life is cut, it is the end of life for that mortal.

Temple of Fates

Sacred temple located high above the Island of Creation. It is hidden in a sea of dark mist.

Loom Chamber

Located deep within the Temple of Fates. This is the room where Asteria weaves the threads of life for all beings.

Runes

The runes are an alphabet with each letter carved on a wooden button. Each letter is associated with a possible event type. The buttons are placed in a bag and drawn out one by one. The order and nature of the ones drawn are used to determine the future.

Weaving of Fate

The weaver lays out a plan for each person at birth through a game of chance. A lottery is used to distribute every good and bad of the world to every mortal born. A bag is filled with these goods and bads, and the tokens are drawn out before a person is reincarnated. The lottery is supposed to be a way for beings to have an equal chance at gaining something good. In a normal lottery, this would be a random event. However, the weaver can draw out tokens that would suit to her liking. She does this when she favors a being or has looked into the previous life of a person and saw that they deserved something good. When the fabric is cut, it signifies the time of death.

Asteria, The Weaver of Fate

"The curse you've placed upon the Gods.. I have seen this occur a thousand years ago, but I bothered not to mess with the threads of fate. That, until the day mine eyes met his. No doubt, he is my Starkissed. He, whom you have cursed and cast away."

"Ah.." The Dark God chuckled. "You should have known from the beginning that he is your Starkissed -- your destined lover. You have knowledge of the past, present, and the future."

"You forget that I don't weave my own thread, nor can I look into my own future. However, I assure you that things will not go your way. Take caution, fellow God. Heed my warning." Her voice was calm and soft; almost like a melody ringing in one's ear.

The Dark God laughed, mocking her. "So you would dare defy fate for your own selfish desires? As you said, this has been woven in the threads of life. To change the events that have occurred is selfish and abominable. One must not mess with time and fate. "

The weaver chuckled softly, seeing a hint of fear in the God's eyes, masked with confidence and bitterness. "I have no business with the past. I can simply rewrite the future. It may be for my own selfish desires, but I am a Goddess. And Gods have always been a little selfish."

"Do not mess with fate, I warn. Everything has been written, and must remain unchanged."

"I am not messing with fate. I, Asteria, is the very embodiment of fate." She picked up a star from her dress and planted a soft kiss. "I shall return and you shall perish. Heed my words, for it has been woven in the threads of fate. The stars in the sky will tell the story, and we shall all return victorious." She opened her palm, and the star disappeared. A bright star appeared in the sky - notably the brightest star amongst all. "Alas, curse me. So I can join my beloved."

Everything went dark. The moment she awoke, she had no memories and was born as Xena.

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𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

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[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}

• Intuitive: Blessed with the power of intuition, allowing her to make better decisions and sense threat before it comes
• Green Thumb: The knowledge of plants. She can identify which plants are edible and which plants are poisonous. She can also decipher which plants have healing properties and which ones don't.
• Observant: She observe the slightest change in behavior or movement. She can read a person's body language, allowing her to identify whether a person is lying or not.
• Adaptive: Can easily adapt to changes in food, environment, and other things
• Melody: Using her flute, she plays a melody that has been passed on from generation to generation. The song has a mysterious effect on animals, calming them down and making them less likely to attack.
• Self-defense: Knows a bit of self-defense but does not know any offensive moves.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}

Life Force: 0/0

▶Illuminate: Weakest Ability
Asteria has been known to grant the wishes of those who worshiped her and often took pity on the souls who were destined to live a life filled with bad fortune

•Make A Wish: Asteria is able to grant a small wish. Such as receiving a certain gift for their birthday, meeting a possible love interest, or winning the lottery. She does this by singing an enchanting song that carries their wish toward the stars that hold their fate. In order to make a wish, one must sing a song of praise to the Goddess.

•Song of the weaver: The weaver sings an enchanting song, and any soul who happens to hear this melody will be granted better fortune in their next life.

•Fae: Has the ability transform herself into a fairy. A fairy sighting was usually a premonition of some sort, perhaps death.

▶Luminous Sphere: Moderate Ability
The Goddess can look into the soul of mortals and see if they're fated to be good or evil.

• Probability manipulation: Has the ability to manipulate the outcome of battles/situations. To those they favor, they can change the odds in their favor, and make their destiny brighter.

• Omniscience: Has the ability to see the past, present, and future of every creature: mortal, beast, and God. She knows which actions one would take to achieve certain goals, as well as what the outcome of their actions would be. In her mortal shell, Xena can only see small fragments of someone's past or future. Attempting to see more will lead to her death.

• Gift of Prophecy: Asteria has the ability to gift a person with a prophecy. She usually bestows this gift upon Shamans who worship her.

▶Filomena: Strongest Ability
The Goddess can only weave the threads of fate inside the Loom Chamber. When away, she does not have control over the fates, but can make slight changes by sending a wish to the stars.

• Causality manipulation: Has the ability to manipulate one's lifespan. If they decided it was time to die, they had the ability to cut the thread of fate and end it.

• Fixed Point: Ability to create points in history that are locked and unchangeable. This means that the said event will happen no matter what changes are made in the past. This can allow the user to ensure that the past is never altered and cause dangerous paradoxes. However, the user could use this ability to ensure a situation turns out better for someone. If a time traveler tried to change the event then they would be refused to enter that particular point in time or any changes made do not affect the final outcome.

• Rewrite: Asteria is able to completely rewrite a person's destiny. This ability allows her to change a person's story from birth to death, jumping back to their past or their future. However, there are exceptions when using this ability. One example: If a person died because they were fated to; rewriting their fate will mess with the order of time and affect other threads of fate. Therefore, she is forbidden to use this, or she would definitely be punished by the Keeper of Time.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}

• Sapphire Ring: She does not remember where she got it from, but as far as she could recall, it has always been there.
• Mask: A mask that she wears. Each tribe member receives their own mask at the age of ten.
• Golden flute: Her favorite instrument. It was given to her by her father as a present during her coming of age ceremony.

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R} Colour Code:#bc8dbf

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: Yes.

Xena's Relation Sheet

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

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O _{V E R V I E W :}

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⍚ Love: Vadik
⍚ Crush: Khyrian Faurus
⍚ Friend: Rimguage and Flydren
⍚ Enemy: None yet
⍚ Aquaintance: Kenzie Moraitis and Stalana

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Strangers

Alexis:
Numas Inora:
Eilidh Ua Briain:
Floran Cestanz:
Bahji:
Raydon:
Ophelia:
Narcissa:
Valerie:
Feir:
Persephone:
Éclair:

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V _{A D I K}

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"I worry about him day and night. I wish to see him again soon.."
Love

For Xena, it was love at first sight. She was wandering in the woods when a ferocious beast spotted her. She couldn't fight, so she ran as fast as her feet could take her. A broken branch caused her to trip and fall to her knees. In that moment, she had accepted she was done for; she closed her eyes and screamed.

But nothing happened.

When she opened her eyes, the beast already laid dead on the ground. In front of her was a tall man dressed in armor, a broad sword in one hand. Her heart seemed to want to leap out of her chest, but she wasn't sure whether it was from the close death encounter, love, or both.

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K _{H Y R I A N}

F _{A U R U S}

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"He seems strong and capable. I know there's more to him beneath his cold demeanor.. Ah, I'm just curious, I suppose.."
Crush

It was a warm afternoon. Xena first met Khryian when he was wandering in the woods. He happened to stumble upon one of her secret meetings with Vadik. Without a single word, he had left like he hadn't seen anything. Xena was alarmed, but Vadik reassured her that he was a friend of his whom he trusted. He never said a word about their secret relationship, which she is grateful for to this day. He had piqued her interest ever since their first encounter, and she found herself wanting to know more about him; she believes there's more to him than meets the eye.

P _{E R S E P H O N E}

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"Character Quote."
Friends

WIP

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R _{I M G U A G E}

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"I admire his leadership. Wolfrahg is in good hands.."
Friends

Rimguage was Xena's first friend. He protected her and took care of her like an older brother would his little sister. She would always look forward to their adventures together. Rimguage loved to take her out into the forest, much to her tribe's distress. He would stay with her and listen to her play her favorite instruments, and they would often exchange stories about their clans. Now all grown up, Xena still considers Rimguage to be her best friend. He knew everything there was to know about her, just as she knew him like the back of her hand.

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F _{Y L D R E N}

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"WIP."
Friends

WIP

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K _{E N Z I E} M _{O R A I T I S}

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"I believe in his strength, and I'm grateful for his protection.."
Acquaintances

"Something about the other character is just really calming. When around that character, you find it easier to stay calm and concentrate."

When the hunters would gather to train, Xena would often watch them from a distance. Kenzie stood out from the rest--he was younger, faster, and highly skilled. She had always admired his skills in hunting and fighting. They've only exchanged a few words with eachother..

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S _{T A L A N A}

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"The mysterious girl I met in the woods. I wonder what her name is?."
Acquaintances

Young Xena had finished reading a scroll about medicinal plants. Out of her curiosity, she went into the woods and began to search for the plants illustrated in the book. She ended up wandering deep into the forest where she met a girl who was gathering herbs. Their eyes met, but they never spoke.

[BlackPanther]

Bahij-Barachiel / Nature-Light

⍚ Bahij ⥥ 20 ⥥ Male ⥥ Bi sexual⍚

"Even the most beautiful of roses has thorns."

𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

"Bahij is olive toned with dirty blonde hair. His body is of medium build and heavily scarred. Other then the scars his most striking feature are his blue eyes. Eyes so blue they are almost unnatural. On his back is what appears to be large tattoos of folded wings. He says he was born with it and whenever he speaks about them he gets a rather sad look. As if he had lost a part of himself. In essence he did....the tattoos are of the wings he had when he was a god. He stands at 6 foot 1. His skin is naturally warm and he never finds himself cold. So he forgoes a shirt.

Wing marks: the marks of wings on his back are birthmarks. They extend from his shoulder blades down to his hips and out to his shoulders. They are smaller then what his actual wings were, but they represent them all the same. They look like tattoos, but upon closer inspection they are brown not black.

Mark: his mark is ironically what used to be the symbol of his god hood. A white rose with thorns is on his right pectoral (right side of the chest.) whenever he uses his abilities the stem of the rose could around him and the thorns seem to dig into his body until his stops using them. It is extremely painful and can cause massive damage should be use his abilities for too long.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

"Bahji is very easy going. Calm. Of nature with streaks of humor and sarcasm. He is well liked by those he interacts with and is very fair when it comes to trading. These traits make him seem easy to take advantage of. This would be a wrong and dangerous assumption. While not quick to anger, his anger is not something anyone would want to face. His anger is like a storm. Destructive and dangerous.

Should someone anger him it often results in a fake laugh...like the eye of a storm. Then he suddenly lashes out with the speed of a viper. Often hitting or grabbing the throat. People try not to anger him. "

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

"Bahji did not have much time with his family. His parents were not part of a tribe and traveled from one to another trading goods. When Bahji was 5 years of age they were killed by a big cat in their sleep. The cat did not kill Bahji, but did leave him heavily scarred.

He managed to survive the attack and learned to care for himself. He self taught several skills so he could trade goods. Whenever someone in a tribe tried to adopt him, he would disappear into the forests or marshlands. As he got older they stopped trying to adopt him and simply accepted his role in trading.

He has gotten rather good at becoming friends with some animals and using them as tools to help him gather supplies. He has tamed an elk and a falcon. Both of which seem quite happy with him. And he is seen with the falcon on his shoulder and on the back of the elk. When he comes to trade his goods are often in pouches or draped on the back of the elk."

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

⍚ Barachiel ⥥ Nature-Light ⥥ Male ⥥ Bi sexual ⍚

<It is said Barachiel is the protector of nature and the bringer of light. Whenever he touches the ground a white rose will grow where he stepped. Should harm come to nature the earth trembles and the animals do his bidding. The wolf goes with the deer and together they fight the enemy in honor of the balance.

Unknown

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

"Barachiel is almost the embodiment of light. His skin hokds a faint glow and his bright blue eyes seem to shine even at night. His hair is pure white with curls that end at his ears. Ears that give a slight point. He stands at 6 foot 1 with large swan like wings on his back. His smile is like the warmth of the sun where his anger is like that of a rolling storm. He has a rather large sword and instead of a shirt a chain drapes on his upper body."

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

Barachiel is known to be caring with a large amount of patience.
A small girl watches her family die and quickly hides. She does not hide well enough, but before harm could come a blinding light bursts into the small hut and Barachiel stands wings spread as if to block the attackers with his body. The attackers go forward to find themselves blinded and wolves come behind them. "Behaving as beasts gets you judged by them" the wolves attacked and the people run.
The girl finds herself looking into the kind blue eyes and pulled into his arms." <exercept from a tale told to teach children to respect each other. Unknown if true>

He is known to ensure balance in nature. Should it be weighed wrongly he is the first to fix it. He maintains balance.

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

"when the planet was first hit by a beam of light a being was created. The being took the name of Barachiel and he took it upon himself to keep balance in the world.
Barachiel is said to have saved a girl who grew to become an important ancestor in history.

He is also said to have prevented the deaths of many after an attack by a large serpent.
On a day of great darkness a basilisk was made. A giant serpent who was of evil. It bore down on a village and a being of light and earth faught it. The being cut off the head of the monster and the body crumbled to dust. The being gave a smile and spoke his name as Barachiel. And so it was. <quote from unknown text>

When Barachiel was created he swore to protect the balance of earth. He soon stumbled upon humans and found them amazing in their diversity. They had their own balance and being fascinated also was horrified to see that they would attack each other. He started keeping the balance amongst them as well. He favored the young and pure of heart. Finding those to be the best of the species and favoring those specifically going from keeping balance to becoming a protector of the innocent of sorts.

Barachiel was tricked when a dark god pretended to be someone in danger. He went to save them and found himself stabbed in the back and thrown into mortal life."

𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}
Skills

• Skinning animals
• tanning of leather
• Trading

• Hunting
• Surprise: gets the person off guard and strikes.
• No honor: he fights to survive. As in if he can he will bite you in combat.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}
These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 15/15 (ignore for now)

Ability 1: Weakest Ability-Light
Creates beams of light

Sunshine(1)
Basically the lowest level of light. Feels nice on the skin. Plants can do photosynthesis. Can be his own spotlight if he wanted
Magnification(2)
Becomes brighter and the focused spot becomes bright and hot. Feels like Phoenix and can be very uncomfortable if aimed at one person.
Blinded by the light(3)
Extremely bright light that can blind people. If stood in for too long can cause 1st degree burns. Takes a lot of energy and he can be fatigued after if used for too long.

Ability 2: Moderate Ability-Nature
Description-Creation/manipulation of plants. Manipulation of animals.

Father Nature(5)
Creates a sunflower or tames an herbivore. Basically creates non leathal plant life or can make an herbivore accept people. Like a Bambi scene.
Attack Plants(9)
Harmful plants and/or animals: can create more dangerous plants..whether they are poisonous or more sharp..animals become hostile to enemies. Can create vines from his arms and whip people.
Snow White(10)
Everything is doomed. Plants actively move and attack, Animals work together and attack. It's like Snow White gone bad. He can do this longer then his most leathal light, but he passes out if he does this too long and plants and animals alike return to where they came from

Ability 3: Strongest ability: Natural Disasters
Description: can create natural disasters

Eye of the storm(14)
lightning strikes that he can aim along with swirling darkened clouds. Light is not visible from the sun.
Storm(15)
Stronger winds, bigger waves, earth shaking and cracking. Lava can rise from the cracks or Fissures.
Apacolypse(death)
Tornados, lightning directed by him, tsunamis, ground cracking open then slamming shut. Lava flowing openly from the cracks. Volcanos erupt. Only visible light is from the glow of lava.Should he use this he will die.

(Side note: when using his abilities his eyes seem to light up and become fully blue..non pupil or whites of the eyes.)

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}
What is on your person: Leather pants...his skin is naturally warm so he often goes shirtless. Pouches for goods, knives, moccasins, a necklace made of big cat claws, his falcon, and his elk.

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}
Colour Code: Yellow
He has not met his star kissed.

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: Of course.
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

[Mae]

Raydon / Raydark / Dark God of Blood and Bone

⍚ Raydon ⥥ 15 ⥥ Male ⥥ Demisexual ⍚

"Life is meaningless suffering."

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𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

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[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

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Raydon is 5"7, a little shorter then the average height of most clanmen, though in his clan he is of average height. He has some wiry muscle mass, another common sight among his people. In his homeland of the desert, many opt to wear simple loinscloth depending on their rank, with higher ups preferring long flowing robes to aid airflow. Raydon's preference is some airy shorts that fluff out and cuff a hands width above his knee, keeping him cool without compromising his movement.

While travelling, he opts for simple cloth clothing, a simple grey tunic covered with a dark grey overcoat and a yakhair scarf to keep himself warm, as he has difficulty with cooler climates. He binds his arms with leather strips that wrap around from his elbow to the pads beneath his fingers.

Raydon has a young face, with short raggedy matt hair that doesn't catch the light, and a fair complexion that many women covet. Raydon can only be described as pretty, but his stony expression and cold eyes effectively dissaude most from interacting with him. He has misty blue eyes that accentuate his pupil and are often described as unnerving.

His mark is dark brown in colour and sits two finger widths above his belly button. When he uses his power, the mark bleeds in jagged patterns across his skin, proliferating that same symbol all across his body. The "wounds" weep a black blood that cannot be staunched or stopped, by any form of bandage or healing known.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

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Raydon is the dark, brooding type. He cares little for social structure or interaction, and generally keeps himself to himself. He prefers his own company over others, though a few choice people sometimes take his fancy and he tolerates their company. He has his own twisted, self-serving form of loyalty, with a dedication to some and a throw-away attitude to others. For this reason it is very unwise to trust him, as he is motivated to act purely for his own ends.

He is very brash, speaking his mind as and when he feels like it, though will rarely confide in others about his inner thoughts in secrets, lest they use the information against him. Raydon has little sense of humour, or care for it, though has been known to make dark jokes on rare occasions.

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

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Ironically Raydon was named after the god of blood and bone, for he was born into a world of torment. A slave culture, the Karill clan was a sprawling empire that took most of the desert lands, as few had learnt to survive in it's arid climate. Raydon himself was born to slaves during one of particularly brutal uprisings, which came to be known as the Bloodied Times. The mark on his belly was considered an ill omen and would only bring misfortune to his family, so much so his father was about to slit his own throat when the armed men broke down the door and killed him dead with a spear to the back of the head and through his eyes. They took his mother for their own purposes, and appropriately jested as they named Raydon after the dark god. Perhaps they should of killed him, but they were amused by his parent's desire to murder him, and by the mark upon his chest. They gave him to the Child Pits to be killed in combat for their own amusement.

The Pits were - and stil are - a brutal sport, where combatants are forced to fight one another to the death, often given no protection or weapons until they have pried them from their enemies cold dead hands through combat. Worse still were the Child Pits, a sport used purely during uprising times to quench the bloodthirst of the Slaves. Their children would be ripped from their homes and tossed into the Pits, until such time the Uprising was quelled or the Slaves submitted themselves to surrender and punishment for their actions. Raydon faced his first combatant at the age of 7, drawing a 12 year old boy who should in all respects killed him dead. The match had been made for pure brutality alone, but no one expected 7 year old Raydon to get a lucky shot with a stone right between the boy's eyes killing him instantly.

From then on Raydon was nicknamed The Bloodchild, and in truth a deep dark part of him revelled in the bloodshed. The other part of his mind, the human part, was horrified - frozen in a world of brutality from such a young age, seperated from his mother at birth, he simply never developed the empathy needed to form connections in the world, and his emotions withered and faltered under the sheer need for survival that dominated his being.

Raydon fought in many matches until he took the eye of a man higher up in the clan, named Vir. He purchased Raydon to be his personal fighter and servant, and so it was that Raydon became his to serve. He hated Vir with a passion, but the hate never showed on his face - but Vir knew. He knew and he taunted Raydon, for he had owned and killed many when he tired of them, and he could sense Hate like it was a pungent odor in the air. Raydon lived with it, for he was unable to break his training and just kill his Owner, and till this day he is still in his servitude. Living somewhere between Slave and Servant, forbidden from living his life outside of his service, forbidden from takinf a wife or making a friend, his life for his master's for all his years.

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

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𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

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⍚ Raydark ⥥ God of Blood and Bone ⥥ Male ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚
_{DARK GOD}

...There once was a man who was crafted from the flesh of the fallen.
His bones were forged in hellfire and his heart was born from stone.
Where his soul should be a pit of blackness took it's place,
and he was thought to be the perfect empty vessel.

Commanded by his necromancer master to work,
he did as he was bid and performed many evil deeds as his puppet.
But the blackness where his soul should be began to fester,
and the emptiness there invited evil in to make it's home.

And so in time he overthrew his dark creator,
and devoured him to gain his power.
But this brewed within him an unsaitable hunger for more,
and so he scoured the land and devoured his enemies,
but in all his travels he could not find what unknown thing he desired so strongly;
that the emptiness within him so craved.

And so in time an insiddeuous idea took root in his being,
to fill the void with something divine,
he would steal the soul of a celestial, and devour it whole;
and in so doing he climbed the steps from mortal to monster,
and from a monster to a Damned God."

The Story of Raydark

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

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Raydon has several forms: a humanoid form, his monstrous form (see above) and his true form.

As Raydark committed more and more evil deeds and sins, so too did his forms become more monstrous and powerful. Origionally a normal human, he killed many a magical creature on his quest for power and greatness. Fuelled by the hunger that gnawed at the empty hole where his heart should be, he eventually became a demonic creature that cursed they skies with it's presence. 30 ft tall with a wingspan double that, Rimdark's monstrous form is a terror to behold, but not nearly as frightening as his True Immortal form.

Towering above mountains, Raydark's god visage shows the world what he truly is: destruction. The hole in his spirit now manifest, everyone can see that Raydark is not truly whole, his body held together by the pure invisible hunger that motivates him and seeks out his prey.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

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Known as: God Killer, Soulless One, Devilborn and Firebred
An unsaitable hunger he'd follow to the end of the world
Total destruction of everything he deems worthy of devouring, or anything that gets in his way
A damned beast never meant to grace the mortal or immortal planes
A power animated by pure evil that cannot be stopped

This can include personality traits, what they are assosciated with ect. This may also include significant events that had impacts on mortals. You may list if you wish. You may add to this as the RP continues as well as you flashback to things you did as a God/Goddess.

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

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Raydark was created from the bodies of the dead, melded together with clay to do an evil man's bidding. The most perfect creation, Raydark worked tirelessly and soulessly for his master, performing acts of such atrocity that his being could not remain empty for long. A dark evil took root within him, so terrible and great it bade him to kill even the dark sorceror who had built him out of the fires of hell. In so doing, the soulless beast of Raydark gained his power, and an unsaitable hunger for the flesh of others. He travelled the land, massacring and devouring any and everyone, his dark energies leaving huge swathes of land demolished and destroyed; wastelands in his wake.

But nothing was enough for him, for there was a gnawing darkness within him that had no end. With each he devoured he gained more powerful, and so in time he set his sights on the immortal realm.

He tricked an immortal into revealing themselves by consuming the very stars in the sky. A huge patch of the aether is still dark to this day. A celestial being came down to stop him before he stole away all the stars, but like all the others he swallowed them whole and let the dark energies within him rip their body and soul to shreds.

And so it was Raydark ascended to the immortal world, a monstrous creature never meant to live in the sky. But the Gods, divine beings, many whom had been made at the dawn of creation - they were by far the strongest creatures he had ever been among. He watched them, trying to work out the source of their power so that he might devour that, too.

What he saw, he did not - could not - understand. The strands of starlight that bound one immortal creature to another seemed to give them power beyond Raydark's comprehension. He impatiently tried to find his own, so that he might become more powerful - but to no avail. In time he grew impatient and bitter, and founded a plan with the other Dark Ones. He willingly followed the immortals through, in hopes the mortal form would bring weakness to them, and inspire him with knowledge of their condition.

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𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

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[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}

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Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

• Hunting Raydon is skilled at bringing a quick death to game.
• Fabrication Raydon is used to not having much at his disposal, and can makeshift items out of basic materials.
• Unsettling Air Magical creatures are unlikely to tangle with him, as they sense the darkness within him.

• UntiringGrowing up as a slave has led Raydon to grit his teeth and bear it. He can endure travel, heavy labor, lack of sleep and food with surprising tenacity.
• Versitile:Raydon knows not to be picky in the heat of battle. While he receives no bonuses on any weapons, he can use almost anything in battle without a skill penalty to it.
• Unstoppable:Raydon has survived some close calls a few times. Receiving a wound or injury will not hinder his ability to continue a fight, as his unbreakable willpower pushes him onward.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}

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These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

Blood and Bone

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A dark creature forged from flesh has it's ways.

Bloodmark: Raydon makes a small mark out of his own blood, usually cut from his thumb. He is then able to sense around the marks for vague information.

Succor: Raydon feasts on another's blood, gaining strength and succor from it.

Bonebound:

Raydon encases himself in an armour of bone imbued with dark energy, that can splinter and infect on a small chance when being hit.

Devilborn

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There is more then one way to bring torment to a soul.

Splintered Bones: Raydon lets out a shockwave in a circular radius around himself, a barrage of splintered bones. The ground underfoot is drenched in half a foot of blood, sometimes deeper if there was already liquid present (it is replaced with blood). This will often affect the sanity of creatures.

Bloodbound: Raydon drinks another's blood and forces them to drink his own. Upon so doing, they are under his thrall, charmed by his presence and in rapture with him for a day. This effect can stack, with subsequent feasts being welcomed and becoming more addictive, lasting longer each time. The victim feels more and more attached to Raydon with subsequent uses, growing to admire and love him.

Unliving: If Raydon has activated this ability, upon death his cadavre lives on to walk the land in violence and bloodshed, it's only goal to complete one wish he had upon death. This creature is mindless, but cannot be truly destroyed. If Raydon dies using his ultimate ability, the nature of this effect makes all those who die the same way Bonebound as well. Dice will be used to determine whether they want to fulfill their own wish, Raydon's, peaceful or sentient.

Godkiller

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Some things are beyond unnatural, they are abominations never meant for this world.

Souldrain: Raydon grabs another immortal and absorbs their willpower for a minimum of 1 point. Bonus willpower is drained for longer durations or if the person has been bound by chains.

Soultear: Raydon unhinges his jaw, grabbing another immortal and permanently absorbing their willpower for a minimum of 1 point. This will affect their maximum willpower in their next life. Bonus willpower is drained for longer durations or in the presence of violence or bloodshed. That soul is then splintered, with a part of their soul living on in Raydon's mind and speaking to him. In their next future life or until this effect is resolved, that character will either be strongly attracted to in some way or terrified of Raydon, as they sense a part of themselves in him, but also the horrifying thing he did to their soul.

The Dark Storm: Raydon unleashes a force of pure evil upon the area. All inside are driven to their most malicious and dark instincts while in the area, any and all sin. The area is then cursed for many generations after. Any mortal unable to relinquish their control to the evil is inflicted by a slow and painful death. For gods, their willpower begins to tick down by one over time for as long as they stay in the effect.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}

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Travelling clothes: somewhat protective in battle.
four knives hidden in various places on his person
A poison dart ring, must be refilled on impact.

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}

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Raydon's colour
Raydon hails from Karill.

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

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Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: Yes
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

Raydon Relation Sheet

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O _{V E R V I E W :}

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⍚ Love:
⍚ Crush: Valerie, Narcissa
⍚ Friend:
⍚ Enemy: Bahji, Vadik
⍚ Aquaintance: Alexis Hunter

Strangers

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Kenzie:
Numas Inora:
Eilidh Ua Briain:
Floran Cestanz:
Xena:
Stalana:
Khyrian Faurus:
Ophelia:
Fyldren:
Feir:
Kenzie Moraitis:
Persephone:
Éclair:

N _{A R C I S S A}

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"The Princess. I am aware of her existance.."
Crush

Raydon was overwhelmed the evening his master took him to the Chieftain's home. Such glamour, such excess, though it did not show on his face, Raydon covetted every last silver platter and silken drape. Perhaps that would of been enough for him, if that night, she hadn't seen her.

The princess was lounging in one of her many personal rooms, her servants fanning her and feeding her grapes. Such decedance and beauty, she commanded the room's attention - but it was more then that. In her words she saw a flash of something... unbefitting of a princess. Manipulation, deception, ambition. In that instant, Raydon saw they were not so different.

And so he covetted her too. A princess on a throne is hardly a befitting match for a slave, and yet, Raydon cannot help how his blood boils at the idea of her marriage.

V _{A L E R I E}

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"A fierce hunter."
Crush

Valerie was a deft hunter, a fierce woman and a kind soul, all rolled into one. It was Valerie's kindness that caught Raydon off guard - she would smuggle him food and help roughly treat his wounds when he needed it at previous Clan Gatherings. At first he couldn't understand why she brought him bread and he would deny it - but she was institent, and not wanting to draw attention to the fact (he could do without the beating) he started to accept her gifts.

They talked - more accurately, she talked and he would listen, occasionally grunting or saying a word. Perhaps that would of been the end of it, if he hadn't seen her at work.

A Clan scout and yet a fierce fighter in her own right, she didn't let the Wolfrahg men dictate to her whether she was allowed to join them. From guarding his tent he would watch them spar, and she was good at what she did. A man who appreciated a good rough and tumble, Raydon found himself thinking on her at night.

A _{L E X I S} H _{U N T E R}

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"I remember this one."
Aquiantances: Protective

Raydon feels strangely protective of Alexis, and can't bear to see her come to harm.

It is hard to say what triggered this strange protective instinct in Raydon. A ruthless killer by name and by trade, he happened by her one hot afternoon in Karill as she was hiding from the guards, covered in her blood and the blood of her enemies.

She had been in camp for a mark, and she'd found the wealth son of a bitch, but she'd been set up. She'd killed the man and several of his slaves that defended him, but the alarm was rung throughout the city, and the bells tolled to find her and have her executed. Grusomely. Or worse...

Raydon saw her, and stared blankly. He walked away. The guards asked him if he'd seen her, and he directed them away. That night he threw a stale piece of bread at her feet, and some reeds for her wounds. He went hungry that night. It was not something he would of done for someone, ever - that single piece of bread was the only food he would get that particular week. And yet he gave it to her, and left her be to tend her wounds, until she successfully escaped Karill. An odd feeling was left in his chest after that.

B _{A H J I}

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"He wastes his strength."
Enemies: Suspicious of

Raydon thinks this man must be a deceiver. He has great strength, and yet uses it to help others, not in battle. He lives a carefree life, hunting with his woodland creatures, food in his belly, clothes on his back and goods to trade. It sickens Raydon to think he is a slaver's boy of just great a skill and this man is prancing through the woodlands collecting game, living free on the open road.

Raydon is deeply jealous, but it is more then that. A man of his combat talents can surely not live so peacefully. Raydon is convinced the man will snap, or turn out to be a skilled assasin. He watches him warily, his eyes full of hate for this strange fellow he just can't pin down.

V _{A D I K}

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"We will settle our debt."
Enemies

Perhaps Vadik doesn't know it, but Raydon seethes with rage at this man. A number of years ago the two were called by their owners to fight (Raydon genuinely believes Vadik to be a slave) and it was a fierce battle, matched in both skill and wit and desire to win.

It raged on for some time, one getting the upper hand only for another to turn the tide of battle. But a calamity befell the camp and the match was cancelled before they had an oppurtunity to finish their fight.

Cancelled. The greatest battle he'd ever fought.

Raydon had never lost a match, and neither had any of his matches been cancelled midfight - though one should of been, but Raydon murdered his enemy before the sentance could be finished. His mind is obsessed with finishing what he started, unable to contain his bloodlust.

For if he is not one of Karill's greatest fighters, what is he? A mere whipped dog. He must kill Vadik, on his honour.

[Framing A Moose]

Stalana / Demora, the Lady Death / Goddess of Death

⍚ Stalana  ⥥  18  ⥥   Female  ⥥   Heterosexual ⍚

"Herbs and bandages can only do so much..."

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𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

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[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

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Stalana is not unattractive, but she is not considered the most lusted after woman in the tribe either. Her appearance alone is beautiful, with her long black hair and her bronze skin. But she often carries herself in a manner that makes her seem unapproachable. Her tired eyes, along with the fact that her head is often down, make the people around her just as sad as she looks. She stands at 5'3", and often wears a plain deerskin dress, and a coat made from the skin of a bigger creature in the winter, making sure nothing she wears draws too much attention.

Stalana also has a birthmark of a ring that goes around her neck, resembling a rope of some sort. as she uses her powers, the rope grows longer, trailing down her back, until it's reached her feet. Then, if she uses her powers, the rope seems to disappear, and she dies. In actuality, though, the rope moves so it's going up the back of her head, looking as though she has been hanged.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

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Stalana is a very quiet girl. Few people in her clan talk to her regularly, and even fewer are close to her. She spends much of her time in the healer's hut, learning and doing her best to improve her skills as a medic, never really taking time away from her studies to participate in any of the clan's parties or campfires. And though this means she has no social life, it also means that she is fairly skilled at what she does.

There are a lucky few, however, that see Stalana when she believes she is alone. Whether they stumbled upon her in the forest while she was gathering herbs and berries, or when she was fetching water from the river. These few have been able to hear something that Stalana has kept hidden her entire life: her singing voice. For when she is doing menial tasks by herself, she can't help but sing. It is not a happy singing though. It is sad, as if she is blind, and trying to find her way with her voice. And though it is sad, it is beautiful, as if she is pouring her very soul out. Those who know her well probably only got to know her after hearing her sing.

(it's not much, but I'll add more after the Reroll)

[ ⍚ ]B _{I O G R A P H Y}

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Stalana of Wolfrahg was born the only daughter of Granitor of Wolfrahg, a hunter, and Taria of Wolfrahg, a storyteller. Not only was she the only daughter of the two, but she ended up being their only child of any gender, as Granitor went missing when she was very young. He had gone out to hunt and never came back. Stalana was too young at the time to properly understand what was happening, so it only impacted her indirectly. But just because the impact was indirect doesn't mean it wasn't harmful.

Stalana's childhood was made hard by her mother. Taria loved her daughter and her daughter loved her, but the disappearance of her husband wasn't great for her mental health. She insisted that Granitor was going to come back, that he was currently on his journey back home. Stalana, the less optimistic of the two, did not hold such hopes. This often caused arguments between them.

When she was 14, however, Stalana's mother grew ill. As a result, the Healer, an old and withered woman named Dara, was often in their home. Stalana did her best to help the healer. At first it was simply fetching things from the healer's hut, then she started gathering herbs from the wild after being instructed by Dara, until the old woman was actually teaching Stalana the ways of the healer. They were not able to save Taria though. She passed away when Stalana was 15. And though it was a terrible tragedy in her life, she would not know her passion for healing had it not occurred.

(Will add more after the Reroll)

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

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𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

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⍚Demora, the Lady Death  ⥥  Goddess of Death   ⥥  Female⥥  Bisexual⍚

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y   A P P E A R A N C E}

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Among the humans, it is believed that the spirit of death appears as the skeletal remains of a dead woman, with hands of bones and eyeless sockets. They cannot be blamed for their ignorance, though, as no living man, woman, or child has seen Demora. In actuality, she is the picture of elegance, standing at 5'10" with a slender frame. But while elegant, Demora isn't necessarily the definition of beauty. Her skin is far too pale, allowing a view of her bones if held up to the right light. She has an almost sickly look to her, lacking any color whatsoever, as well as a certain sadness in her grey eyes, as though she's in mourning.

Her hair, though, is beautiful. It is pure black, and goes down to her waist, often waving and fluttering at even the slightest of breezes. Her face is almost always home to a frown, and her head, when she believes herself alone, often hangs in sorrow or gazes at her surroundings with melancholic expression. She often wears a black silk gown.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N   F O R}

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-Her beautiful but sad singing voice
-Her lack of allies among the Gods
-Her aura of sadness
-Her peacefulness
-Her silence

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E   M O M E N T S   I N    H I S T O R Y}

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When it was first created, the world was barren, a floating orb of sand, dirt, and water. It remained this way for many millennia, until, one day, a young boy emerged from one of Earth's many empty rivers. His name was Life. Unbeknownst to many mortals, Life's first creation was a tree name was Death. Death had a happy existence. He played with Life, and Life played with him. In time, though, Death became a mighty oak, and Life left him to create his creations elsewhere. Left with only despair, Death one day reached one of his mighty branches into the river from which Life originated, and began to pull out rocks that had sunk to the bottom. He stacked them, one by one, and when he ran out of rocks, he cried. When the tree's tears landed on the stack he had made, the white stones began to morph together, eventually becoming a pale little girl. The girl asked the tree what was wrong, and he told her that he did not want to exist any longer. He wanted to sleep forever. So the little girl offered to sing him a lullaby. It was beautiful, but sad, and within minutes, Death was no longer. The little girl, who called herself Demora, named this state of nonexistence after the tree. And thus, death was created.

Demora grew into a young woman, though Life stayed a small boy, and, though Demora and Life had their quarrels, nothing too important happened until the creation of man. It was then that both Demora and Life witnessed the taking of another's life simply out of spite. And in the blood of the murdered man came another young girl. Her name was Malana, the Murderess, and she introduced herself as the sister of the Goddess of Death. Demora loved her sister, even though she did not enjoy what her sister represented.

As time went on, Demora stopped aging. Life continued to create, and Demora continued to put Life's creations to rest. It saddened her that man did not see her as a creature of beauty, but rather a monster. But the grateful smiles and dying breaths of her people were enough to keep her going. And, besides her little sister, those dying humans were the only beings Demora cared for. That is, until she met her Starkissed. She was in a forest at the time, singing her sweet melody to a young man who had hanged himself after his wife had been taken by Malana. After the man passed, Demora turned around, and saw them. Her Starkissed, staring right at her. At first, she tried to ignore them, but in time, they grew on her. They taught her to laugh, how to smile, and how to be happy. Eventually it got to the point where every moment she was not with a mortal, she was with them.

This made the neglected little sister of the Lady Death angry. As her sister began to ignore her, Malana grew darker and darker, until eventually she began working with the Dark Gods, who were devising a plan to send the other Gods to Earth. Demora was one of the earlier Gods to be stuffed into a mortal shell. She was tricked by her own sister. And, after a few insignificant lifetimes, she was reborn as Stalana.

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𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

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[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}

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Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

• Singing:Most of the Wolfrahg people are not aware of this, but their healer is a magnificent singer.
• Weary Eyes: Stalana's eyes look as though they have seen many things. This makes her appear much wiser than an 18 year old should be.
• Observant: Stalana notices things that others might not notice right away.

• Stalana, the Healer's Apprentice: Stalana is adept when it comes to injuries and how to treat them. She has extensive knowledge of herbs, and as a result, she knows of a lot of plants and their effects on people and other beings.
• Hunting Knife: While Stalana, being the Healer's apprentice, doesn't really leave the camp much, she was taught how to use a hunting knife to protect herself from a foe in an emergency.
• Traps: Stalana has enough knowledge of traps to create some kinds, though they are not good enough to hold a creature of great strength for long.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}

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Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

Inevitable: Weakest Ability
Every flower must wither, every tree must die, and every mortal being must meet its end...it is inevitable...

When Death Comes Knocking: Demora knocks against an object nearby the subject. The subject experiences a sudden visceral reminder of the fact they will one day die. This hits them fully and completely, and they cannot deny it. Many people are unable to fully understand the concept of death, but this ability makes it an unavoidable knowledge they shall know completely for all their lives. Often this will cause a change of worldview for the mortal, or lament in a magical creature, who often consider themselves immune to the folly of death.
A Gentle Breath From The Lady Death: When the Lady Death breathes on the subject, the subject is granted a vision of how they shall die. They will know exactly when and how, and it is an unavoidable fact. Should they try to avoid their death in the future, they will find that, no matter what, they always end up at the same location, the same time, and under the same circumstances as they saw in their vision.
The Final Lullaby:If a being is mortally wounded, suffering emotionally or otherwise ready for death, Demora may sing them a lullaby, which will give them the gift of a quick and painless demise. In addition, her lullabies have the ability to put angry spirits to rest.

Destined to Die: Moderate Ability
Mortals, despite their daydreams of an eternal life, do not have the will to live forever...they are fated for an end...they are destined to die...

'Tis Not Your Time:Demora may put off the death of a single dying being, allowing them to live on. In the case of a cursed god, she can regain one lifepoint only, and that character cannot be altered this way again. She can use this as many times as she wants on mortals, animals and magical creatures.
Sooner Than Expected:Demora is able to shorten the lifespan of a being. The amount she can shave off is dependent on her own power in relation to her subject's power.
Soul Ownership:Demora may absorb a lifeforce into her body, temporarily gaining access to all skills and abilities that creature or person possessed. The effects of this last for 12 hours, but for this time, she also receives some of the weaknesses of the creature,  as well as a dash of their instincts or personality.

Even In Death: Strongest Ability
It is said that The Lady Death, when not living among mortals or taking time to visit her fellow gods, resides in the Realm of Restless Souls, and there she is treated like a goddess rather than a woman who takes lives.

The Parade of the Dead:Demora lifts the veil and allows the spirits of the dead to walk the streets. If they are not appeased by an offering, they will cause trouble for those who fail to properly honour them, oftentimes deciding to haunt an area, stealing someone away to the land of the dead, or placing a curse on a household.
Demora's Revenants:When Demora is facing a creature who has killed other beings, she may summon the angry spirits of the killer's victims, who then proceed to do anything in their power to kill or otherwise get revenge on the killer.
The Tainted Land: The god melds this world with the land of the dead in an area, committing it in particular to the land of restless souls. All physical bodies of mortal creatures instantly die, and their spirits are separated from their bodies. The land becomes cursed and unlivable, for those who walk into the area it has affected suffered the same fate. Wrathful spirits attack and torment those recently dead, and, as an unfortunate casualty, many creatures are taken before their time. In future eras, this ability will continue to affect the land in various ways.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}

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-Hunting Knife
-A bag of various plants and herbs
-Bandage cloth
-Deerskin dress

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}

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Darkslateblue
Mae helped a lot with the abilities, so thanks Mae!
Also, if anyone has ideas for soft, sad songs for my character to sing, PM me!
Oh, one more thing; I know I don't have the excerpt done, but I'll try to get it done next week, when I have more time.

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

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Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: REQUIRED
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

Alright, now I just need the excerpt! ^_^

[Shadow Daedalus]

Khyrian / Daethaneus / Dark God of War, Hatred and Decay

⍚ Khyrian Faurus ⥥ 23 ⥥ Male ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

"Why must I stand by a people that so willing tossed me away?"

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𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

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[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

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Standing at a fairly tall 6'01'' with a slim but well-developed build, his body is average for the hunters and warriors of his ex-tribe. His hair is black but streaked with silver since his birth, and is usually left wild unless he is being formal, when he then brushes them back with a single braid on his left side. His eyes are greyish green and hold a sharp, piercing quality that makes people think he is always scrutinising them. Due to the highly spiritual nature of his tribe, he was forced to wear the grey robes adorned with straps, chains and strings of a 'Ashen One' for most of his life, so he continues to wear them to spite their memory. He uses them to hide a multitude of scars from burns, cuts and whips he was given from the Shaman's attempts to 'expel his darkness'.

He is marked with his own personal mark, not that he aware of that, carved into his skin at the base of his neck, just above his left collar bone. As his powers are used, the black markings spread like a disease along his veins and arteries and the skin around them discolour, becoming more grey as it gets closer to his mark. They have already spread across his left shoulder and his neck, just stopping below his jawline.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

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When one first meets Khyrian, he is seen as cold and cynical, seemingly uncaring to form meaningful bonds and only seeing people as tools for his own survival or obstacles to be dealt with. He is indifferent to any suffering or injustice around him, but is also uncaring of any good or just deeds. He holds a deep resentment of those that practice in any spiritual arts due to his past but will refrain from any action unless they attempt to act upon his 'dark aura'. He will then, due to his past, react very violently despite any onlookers or future consequences.

His hidden side is where he has stored the emotions that he feels are bothersome or inconvenient, choosing to ignore them to improve the chance of his survival. Those that can get close to him will discover about his many regrets, and can learn how he laments the death of his mother. He views his birth as his worst betrayal of her, but sees the path of suicide would spite the life she gave him and she herself died for. If this ideal is insulted, he becomes enraged and will lash out, often not stopping until the person that enraged him is dead or brutally wounded.

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

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Khyrian was born into a fairly large and powerful south-eastern mountain tribe, the Kurthos Clan. Like most clans, they raised strong warriors and skilled hunters, but were also a spiritually guided clan devoted to following the gods that govern the natural world. As such they had a prominent respect for the word of the Tribe Shaman, who was in charge of blessing the Tribe's hunting trips and protecting them from harsh spirits. When Khyrian was born to a widowed huntress, the residual energies from Daethaneus marked the boy and he was branded an 'Ashen One', a child cursed with the evil of the world. He was raised by his mother, pushed to the outskirts of the tribe, until he was old enough to survive without her, where she was then executed by the chieftain. After her death, Khyrian was put through 'purification rituals', where he was tortured and starved with barely enough food to survive until the standard coming-of-age rituals came for the boys born in the same year at aged 15.

The tribesmen forced him from his home and he was forced to travel alone. After a half-days travel, he stumbled across a tribe rivalling the Kurthos in strength and numbers, The Pathel Tribe. Without a word, he walked into their village and his eyes turned purple. Within minutes, the entirety of the tribe was locked in a enraged state directed at the Kurthos, Khyrian watching it all with dead purple eyes. That night, the Pathel Clan attacked the Kurthos in force with Khyrian as their guide. the Kurthos were soon overcame by the same rage and the two clans slaughtered each others, leaving no survivors after Khyrian used a spear and a bow to finish off anyone left. He left the village behind as it burned to the ground, never looking back. Since then he has lived as a hunter and mercenary, living off of animals he killed and selling their skins for supplies.

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

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𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

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⍚ Daethaneus ⥥ Dark God of War, Hatred and Decay ⥥ Male ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚
_{DARK GOD}

Born of War and the sister of Death,
A warrior cloaked in a shroud of Nightshade.
Denied War's throne,
To fall into rage.

Hatred did rise,
and forged into a weapon.
As one god dies,
the other is forsaken.

Black of skies,
fields of blood.
Under burning cries,
He was stood.

Brother killed brother,
Father killed son.
In the war with each other,
yet He was not done.

Unknown

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

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Rarely seen without his cloak and shroud, he is a chilling and imposing figure standing at just under two meters and a half tall, with a body type one might expect from an assassin or swordsman. He makes no effort to hide his role as a dark god and is often wrapped in a thin miasma of swirling black and purple. Whenever he travels to the mortal lands he is always armed with that era's most devastating weapon, twisted and warped to his own dark image, and when within the heavens he carries a signature longbow or spear, both baring his personal mark.

Underneath his hood, his skin is a pale colour, almost turning grey, with black veins spreading from his eyes. His irises are heterochromatic, both coloured like creeping black storm clouds with flashes of purple behind them. his hair is cropped to an inch above his shoulders, black and untamed with streaks of silver. By human standards, he would be considered very handsome if not for these features.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

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As an avatar of war and violence, he is an infamous figure of despair, a tide of bloodshed and sorrow ever following in his wake:
• Thriving from War and Murder
• Being weakened in times of peace
• Willing vast bloodshed upon the Mortals
• Murdering other Gods and Goddesses, including his own father, the previous God of War
• Instigating 'The Lost War', a horrific war that consumed one of the lesser continents for 100 years, only finally coming to an end as Daethaneus slaughtered them all.

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

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Born from the consummation of an affair between the God of War and Malana, the sister of the Goddess of Death, Daethaneus was to become the successor to the God of War, but his own dark parentage denied him the role given only to Blessed Gods. In his anger, he struck down his father but failed to take his place, instead his energy leaked into the mortal lands and consumed a small continent.

His rage and murderous hatred infested their minds and the land was consumed in a gruesome war that lasted over a century. During this time, he would freely wander the land, slaughtering anyone that didn't offer themselves as his followers. Those that did were twisted into grim demonic warriors called the Thyt'r. The war came to an end after a century as Daethaneus and his Thyt'r swept across the land in a final, devastating wave of slaughter and death. The land was rendered uninhabited, the entire continent seemingly disappearing from the world, and This event became known as 'the Lost War', a war that was lost to time.

When he returned to the heavens, he was envious of the Starkissed. He wished for the bonds and affections, but in time became bitter and jaded until he began to tear them apart, killing one to sink the other into despair. But he soon realised that those without successors would simply be re-born and their Starkissed bonds would become even more joyful with each re-union. He then came to conspire with the rest of his kind, the Gods and Goddesses that thrived off of the darkness and depravity, to curse them with an empty mortality. He was chosen among them to warden them and keep them trapped, cursing himself with his own mark and descending to Earth.

He also shares a spiritual connection with Raydark, God of Blood and Bone. During his rage, he breathed his dark energy into Raydark's mortal body at the behest of the necromancer, giving him life and taking root in his empty soul. This energy compelled the dark beast to aid him in his slaughter, until he grew evermore hungry and consumed the stars. Daethaneus coerced one of the weaker gods to be consumed as they tried to stop him, and was the first to welcome the newly ascended Raydark into the heavens. They came to conspire together, and eventually both took on mortal forms and descended on the Earth.

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𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

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[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}

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Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

• Athletics (Running, climbing etc.)
• Basic healing skills
• Cooking/Food prep

• Hunting
• Spear Wielding
• Archery/Marksmanship

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}

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These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 15/20

|Abyssal Hatred
Anger and Hatred cloud the minds of his targets for up to three hours. His mortal eyes glow with his power.

Resentment [2]: Instills a deep sense of ill-will towards a person or group into a single target at a time, making it easier to coerse them into minor acts like subterfuge or divulging private information about them.
Hatred [3]: Instills a strong sense of loathing that could be influenced into serious acts including assault or property attacks into a single target at a time.
Abysmal Hatred [5]: Creates a loathing aura that can influence people around him into fits of berserk violence, up to a range of 5 meters. This ability can be used while moving to increase the amount of people affected.

Hands of Finality
His hands are imbued with the very concepts of war and decay. His immortal aura begins to cloak his body.

Hand of War [7]: Any object within his grasp is twisted into a savage weapon, his mind ingrained with the lethal knowledge of its use. Thin black smoke begin to rise from his hands.
Hand of Decay [8]: Any living creature caught by his hand will begin to slowly decay whilst still alive, until their life force can't handle it anymore and they expire. Larger creatures or those with more willpower can resist the effect for longer, but nothing can hold out indefinitely. Thicker black smoke, slightly sparking with purple lightning, rises from his forearms.
Hand of Collapse [10]: Mixing War and Decay, any object his hands touch begin to crumble as if time has betrayed them. Living creatures wither and rot, and inanimate objects like building crumble and collapse, characterised by smoking black cracks that spread like a disease. Larger objects take longer to collapse but will fall with time. Thick smoke running intravenously with purple lightning coils and rises from his arms and shoulders.

Black Campaign
The Ability to envoke Daethaneus' Weapons in their full, brutal power. His immortal form begins to coalesce onto his mortal form.

Envhaki [13]: Summons his cursed spear, which can kill with the slightest cut. His hands and forearms are covered by his Immortal form.
Requ'hara [15]: Calls forth his cursed bow, a horrifying weapon that never misses and cannot be blocked, assuring certain death to its target. His immortal form spreads to cover his torso and arms.
Last March [Death]: Summons the full extent of Daethaneus' power, calling forth a fraction of his Thyt'r Legion along side his weapons, his entire body cloaked in his Immortal power. A power no mortal should hold, his mortal form is assured to die soon after his power leaves him.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}

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• Hunting Bow
• Quiver of arrows
• Basic medical supplies, like bandages and poultices
• Rough leather knapsack
• Hunting spear
• 3 days food supply
• Small animal skins

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}

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Colour Code: Black.
Prior to the start of the RP, he has already used some of his power so has a reduced Life Force
The Thyt'r come in three different archetypes: Those high in spiritual or magical energy become like the monster on the left, those with more agility and speed become like the woman in the centre and those with more physical strength become like the armoured creature on the right.

Khyrian's Relation Sheet

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O _{V E R V I E W :}

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⍚ Love: N/A
⍚ Crush: Xena (towards him), Ophelia (towards him)
⍚ Friend: Alexis Hunter, Vadik the Runt
⍚ Enemy: Floran Cestanz, Eilidh Du Briain
⍚ Acquaintance: Feir, Persephone

Strangers

Rimguage:
Kenzie:
Numas Inora:
Bahji:
Raydon:
Stalana:
Narcissa:
Valerie:
Fyldren:
Kenzie Moraitis:
Éclair:

A _{L E X I S} H _{U N T E R}

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"There’s a reason she’s got that nickname. A little luck is a good thing to have on your side."
[Friends]

Khyrian met Alexis through his occasional work as a mercenary, and found that they work well together as partners while on contracts together. He was also the one to grant her with her nickname after the pair came under attack from a bear and were caught by surprise. When the branch fell and Alexis managed to killed the stunned creature, he sarcastically suggested that the gods had blessed her with good luck, and the nickname stuck. They occasionally see each other, but not a regular basis.

E _{I L I D H} U_A B_{R I A I N}

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"That girl, healer or not, needs to leave well enough alone."
[Enemy]

Eilidh and Khyrian met after he was ambushed by a manticore he was trying to hunt and narrowly avoided being killed, managing to trick the monster into charging straight into his hunting spear. He managed to drag himself to the nearest camp, the Longear tribe, and she offered to heal him. He refused her treatment, but she kept insisting and he lost his temper. He snapped at her before leaving the tribe in an irritated mood. While not true enemies, he does not wish to spend time in her company again, even less so should he be wounded at the time.

F _{L O R A N} C _{E S T A N Z}

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"He had no right to interfere. I'll make him regret it if he does it again."
[Enemy]

Khyrian first met Floran whilst trading for supplies. Khyrian was confronted by a Spiritualist and became angered after they insisted that they 'heal his darkened soul'. He attempted to attack the healer, but was stopped by Floran. The pair traded blows for a short while, but the fight was broken up before anyone was hurt. Khyrian finished his business and left the camp with a distinctly negative opinion of the mercenary.

X _{E N A}

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"I’ve noticed the looks, but can’t figure out just what she sees…."
[Crush on Khyrian]

Khyrian met Xena whilst looking for a place to rest in the woodlands after a long hunt. He discovered her and Vadik during one of their secret meetings, but left without a word out of respect for his friend. He always kept that secret as he met her with Vadik again over time. He’d noticed the interest she seemed to have in him, but to this day cannot be sure as to why.

V _{A D I K}

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"Good in a fight, and doesn't pry where he's not wanted. He's as close to a friend as I have."
[Friend]

Vadik and Khyrian came to know each other after Khyrian travelled into Craenak Territory to hunt and trade. He was involved in a minor dispute with some of the clansmen and was eventually challenged to settle the dispute within the duelling ring against the Clan Champion. The fight lasted for a long time with neither combatant gaining much ground, until the Craenak Chief ended the duel at a draw and named Khyrian as an honoured guest of the clan. Since then, Khyrian has travelled back to Craenak territory to spar with Vadik and occasionally catch up as friends. He deeply respects both Vadik's strength, and that he does not pry into his past, despite some of the clansmen's standing suspicions of him.

O _{P H E L I A}

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"I can't say much about the girl. She has an interest in me I don't understand."
[Crush on Khyrian]

Khyrian first met Ophelia when he travelled to Roamwyn territory to hunt and sell the animal hides he had collected. He had no intention of conversing with the locals and left the camp soon after his business was finished. When he later returned to the camp, she seemed eager to talk to him, having caught her eye last time he had been there. Although he doesn't understand why, she seemed to hold some kind of attraction to him.

F _{E I R}

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"He seemed unremarkable at best. A touch soft-spoken maybe, but not enough to remember him by."
[Acquaintance]

While tracking the same prey, Feir and Khyrian ran into each other, only to find their shared target savagely mauled and eaten by an unknown animal. They were soon ambushed by a pack of Dire Wolves. For lack of options, they fought together and defeated the wolves, but went their separate ways soon after sharing the pelts. Neither man had the desire to see the other again.

P _{E R S E P H O N E}

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"There is nothing I can say about her. We met once and went our separate ways immediately after.."
[Acquaintances]

The two of them once met during a hunt. Khyrian crossed paths with Persephone as he was tracking prey through the forest she was residing in. After he nearly attacked one of the wolves accompanying her, They didn't speak much until Khyrian stated his business and quickly left to continue his hunt, while he didn't see where Persephone went after that.

[RedDusk]

Vadik / Rex / Oblivion

⍚ VADIK THE RUNT ⥥ 20 ⥥ MALE ⥥ HETEROSEXUAL ⍚

"Even the strongest breaks."

𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

Unlike his name, Vadik is a brute of a man. Standing at 6’3’’ and endowed with impressive muscles, his stature along with numerous scars that marred his complexion betrays the life of conflict and violence many from the Craenak clan so readily embrace. Short, choppy black hair is often either tied back into a short pony tail or left in its natural messy state. His eyes are amber, not unlike the colour of honey, another characteristic that marked the hardy folks of Craenak. Rugged stubbles covered his jawline, divided by the occasional scars.
Like most warriors of his clan, Vadik’s armor is a patch-work hide armor, comprised of bits and pieces of material gathered from his fallen enemies. Despite its origin, the armor was obviously constructed by a skilled hand. On his hip, Vadik wears a broad sword, the blade crudely forged but surprising sharp and well kept. He also carries with him a dagger as a secondary weapon. In accordance with tradition, in formal settings, it is often to see the men from his clan wearing crimson wrappings around their forearms, said to have been stained in the blood of their kills and blessed with magic to retain its colour. Vadik’s proof of the kill is oddly absence.
As expected of a deity who wears his body like a cloak, he does not have a curse mark, for there has never been a curse to begin with. However, excessive use of eldritch power would lead to corruption of the flesh, then finally the expiration of the host.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

In all sense of the word, Vadik is a broken man. At first sight, one will note that he has a quiet, obedient demeanour unless provoked. Tasked with the protection of his chief, he is often seen looming behind the man, hand on his weapon and an intense glare in his eyes. But underneath the icy visage, a fiery rage boils, his better nature at war with his unyielding sense of duty. However, for all his roaring and thrashing, he was unable to find a suitable solution to his predicament. This brings about even more rage and frustration, mostly directed at himself. Furthermore, as the result of being raised to become something less than human, he suffers from crippling self-esteem issues and a difficulty in forming attachments.
To the outside world, he keeps his head up and feeds his dark crave for senseless violence by feigning a short temper. Combat is his personal brand of freedom; only in the thick of it does he feel alive, as it probably is the only thing in his life he has control over. However, Vadik is not without his redeeming qualities. He is fiercely devoted, once his loyalty has been gained. His determination is uncommon, and his will indomitable. For a man who has long given up on life, death and pain does not faze him, let alone hardship.

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

Craenak is located furthest North compared to other tribes, its hardy men and women craving out a bloody existence among the harsh snowy mountains. The temperature barely hovers above zero at any given time of the day, so the tribe adapted in the form of warm fur clothing and sturdy, heavily fortified settlements. Due to the unforgiving nature of their surroundings, the Craenak has long given up on the futile tasks of farming, but instead they have turned to hunting and trading valuable commodities such as ores and furs for other goods. Given the numerous species of bizarre beasts that roam the mountains, Craenak breeds peerless monster hunters and exceptional warriors to combat this threat. However, the steep learning curve of these professions kept their number small, so it is not often to see members of the Craenak away from their precious mountains, with the exceptions of the rare trading trips and gatherings of the clans. Though a practical people, the Craenak does hold ceremonies for certain deities.
Born the third son of the current chief, Vadik was already chosen before his birth to guard his father’s back with his life, in corcodance with tradition. Craenak gave free reign to any of its members to challenge and fight for the title of chief, so Vadik was tasked with championing his father in these duels, just like those before him. His training began as a tender age, and due to his small stature then, he was often teased by his elders and instructors. None of them had ever thought Vadik would grow up to become one of the best warriors their clan had given birth to.
After the death of his uncle, Vadik officially claimed the title of Champion, then began to start answering the challenges in his father’s name. And he had never lost. Until the man was supposed to die for did just that before him. After the untimely death of the chief, his eldest son rose to took the title. However, Vidak knew his brother far too well. Viklaus, unlike his predecessors, had never been contended in the mountains. Craenak had excellent warriors, but they were not soldiers. Conflicts with other tribes would bring nothing good, yet, it was exactly what Viklaus was looking for. Many feared that the new chief’s ambition would bring their clan to ruin, yet, there are many more that support him.
Vadik had yet to pick a side, but then again, he would never be allowed to. His life was forfeit years ago, and when his father finally passed, he was beginning to question his allegiance. That was, until he encountered a person at one of many Gatherings, and for the first time in many years, he felt hope. He longed for each and every one of those fleeting moments, the thoughts of deserting the clan have been floating on the front of his mind more and more often.
Then, fate saw it fit to end his life.
A seasoned warrior challenged in Viklaus’ absence. Vidak stepped up to answer in his brother’s stead. A dance of steel later, and he knew his time was up. The warrior displayed inhuman dexterity and strength, and before long, he felt cold steel in his chest.
Days later, he woke up in his bed, the healers sang prayers to the gods for his miraculous recovery. They told him that the warrior fell where he stood, struck down by a strange disease. It was the will of the gods. But little did they know, Vidak was gone.
Only a mangled god remained.


Memories Retained:

• Too many, yet not enough.

𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

⍚ REX ⥥ VOID ⥥ MALE ⥥ HETEROSEXUAL ⍚
_{DARK GOD}

Ask and you shall receive, sacred brother.

Litany of an unknown cult

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

Like many of his brethren, Rex does possess a humanoid form. Nothing more than a bag of mummified bones wrapped in drags, he appears to be more undead than god. However, within the crumbling body, dark eldritch magic pulses. As a shattered god, Rex has little qualms when it comes to leaving his body behind. During these moments, he can take his true form.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

Among some mortals, Rex is hailed as the Mangled God, granter of dark desires and devourer of souls. It is said that certain rituals can summon him, and in exchange for a price, he would see your desires fulfilled. To others, Rex is the god of corruption and sacrifice, the ancient evil that one day will come to devour the world.

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

A primordial god, Rex once tread the galaxy as one of the most powerful immortal. During his bid for the Throne of gods, however, he was killed, his soul shattered and cast into the Void. For almost an eternity, pieces of him drifted in the Great Beyond, feeding on scraps of other fallen gods until he regained just enough strength to gather and become whole again. Yet, a shattered mirror could never be the same again, no matter how many times it is put back. Rex knew this far too well, for he couldn’t even summon enough hatred to go after his enemies of old. His being is hollowed, dead in all senses, saved for the raging hunger of the eldritch horrors that sustain him. Even his Starkissed was lost to him, her visage forgotten amidst the swirling chaos of his shattered mind. So Rex abandoned the world of gods and dabbled in the affairs of men, for only through their fragile minds could he feel again. Leaping from mortals to mortals, Rex allows them a second chance in the face of death and feeds upon their rage and desires. Then the Dark Gods enacted their plan, casting immortals from heaven like shooting stars. Rex watched, until the Dark Ones found his original body and demanded his cooperation.

𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}

• Prowler Like most members of his clan, Vadik is a hunter and he moved like one. Fur boots silenced his steps, and treacherous grounds does slow him.
• Hunter Tracking beasts comes natural for him, and by following the stars and the moon above, Vadik does not wander astray.
• Jailer Excelled at hiding his presence, Rex can easily avoid detection from other Gods. Even as they peer into his soul, he would weave the scraps of his host’s dying spirit into an effective camouflage. (Negative modifier when roll for detection)

• Survivor Taught to be self-sufficient from a tender age, Vadik knows how to look out for himself in the wilderness. He knows some basic medications found in natural plants and rudimentary first-aids.
• Killer Mastering the blade from a young age, along with thousands years of experience borrowed from the Mangled God, Vadik’s skills far exceeded that of a mortal man. However, when he tapped into the god’s knowledge, there might be chance he could hurt himself due to the limitations of mortal bodies.
• Pretender Straddling that fragile line between life and death, Vadik no longer possesses many mortal attachments. If he so wanted, Rex could easily block out any uncomfortable sensation of the body. Mind magic does not work as well on his host, just as blood and pain no longer deter him.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}

Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

Aspect of the Mind
Rex is the horror that prowls between the stars. His power is beyond mortals to comprehend.

The Devourer As mortals breathe their last, Rex can devour their mind, learning their memories and skills. However, without his immortal body, these knowledges are only available for a short while and would soon be lost.
The Exiled Enveloping his host in a mass of eldritch power, Rex provides moderate protection against physical attacks.
The Ancient The old god let his mask slip for a brief moment, forcing his will upon whoever he makes eye contact with. The victim would either break and bend to his will, or be instilled with a crippling sense of dread.

Aspect of the Soul
The hunger of the Void stays with him, in the end.

The Executioner With each enemy felled by his host, Rex can choose to devour the ebbing life force from the dying and enhance the strength of his vessel. However, excessive consumption of life force can lead to the vessel’s bursting. (Absorb life force. Maximum 5)
The Skinwalker Taking over a mortal’s body is nothing more than child play to Rex. He wears them like cloaks and discards them just as easily. However, after taking over a body, it takes a certain amount of time for him to adjust properly. (Unable to use godly power after a certain amount of time)
The Soulreaper Attacking the soul of a victim directly could lead to a quick and clean victory. To mortals, taking the brunt of this attack means that their soul would be shattered and death unavoidable. However, when used on immortals, it can disrupt the use of their divine abilities. (Suffer negative modifier to their ability rolls)

Aspect of the Flesh
Infused with the eldritch horrors from the Great Beyond, Rex can call upon something truly monstrous.

The Corruptor When his host suffered a mortal wound, Rex could choose to keep the body alive by infusing it with twisted horrors of the Void. The change is permanent, and his host will become a horrifying abomination, slowing bursting at the seams until the moment its rage expired.
The Architect When occupying a host body, Rex could choose to make more subtle alterations to it, enhancing its speed and strength. However, this means that his presence would also become more detectable. If the body is inflicted with physical wounds, Rex can also repair it immediately using his eldritch power. However, these repairs will leave their marks in the form of purplish spots and veins. Too many of these and the body would eventually be corrupted and morph into an abomination.
The Great Old One By sacrificing his host body, Rex brings a piece of the Void into the world. This creates a portal that allowed creatures and horrors from the Void to cross over into the human world shortly. As it closes, the portal exploded, wiping out any lifeforms in its radius, leaving behind only raging horrors and shambling beasts.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}
A sword, two daggers, hide armor.

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}
Colour Code: royalblue.

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: Aye aye captain
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

Vadik's Relation Sheet

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O _{V E R V I E W :}

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⍚ Love: Xena
⍚ Friend: Rimguage and Khyrian
⍚ Enemy: Raydon and Bahji
⍚ Aquaintance:Floran Fyldren

Strangers

Alexis:
Kenzie:
Numas Inora:
Eilidh Ua Briain:
Stalana:

Ophelia:
Narcissa:
Valerie:
Feir:
Kenzie Moraitis:
Persephone:
Éclair:

R _{I M G U A G E}

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"Still just a boy, after all this time.."
Friend

When they were just boys, the years had been kinder on Craenak’s grounds. The winter wasn’t as harsh and the roads remained open even during the coldest months. Craenak used this opportunity to trade frequently with their southern neighbours. It was during one of these trips that Vadik first met Rimguage. Back then, he was far younger and the smiles came far easier, so the two became fast friend. Having yet grown into his position, Vadik still had a certain degree of freedom, so he tagged along the trading caravan often to visit his friend. However, once his position had begun to take up all of his time, Vadik ceased these visits. Still, the years are long. It is always good to see a familiar face.

F _{L O R A N} C _{E S T A N Z}

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"An outsider.."
Acquaintance

One of his brother's many mercenaries, Vadik known of Floran through rumors alone.

X _{E N A}

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"There are precious little I wouldn’t do for her.."
Love

Vadik first met Xena at one of the clans’ Gathering, when he was still young and unguarded. His eyes lingered far longer than appropriate, and tried as he might, the memories of her remained with him.
As Fate would have it, years later, he saw her again while riding through the dense forest in Abaneki’s territory. His brother had given very specific instructions for him not to stray too far away from the hunting party, yet, he still disobeyed in order to save her from a stray beast. And from then on, she was the centre of his world.
Their relationship is not forbidden, but Vadik has good reason to keep it a secret. The Abaneki would not have its heiress associating herself with a Craenak’s barbarian, and his brother considered him far too important as a pawn to lose. Regardless, Vadik still found himself looking forward to their rare meetings.

B _{A H J I}

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"For all his pretty words, it would always come down to violence.."
Enemy

Vadik has a distaste for men who hides their sharpened blades behind smiling faces. During one of Bahji’s trading trips that took him into Craenak’s territory, the man had some dispute with some locals. Vadik had been there to watch how the situation escalated into violence, and he learnt that Bahji’s approachable demeanour was just skin-deep.

R _{A Y D O N}

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" Just because you put a collar on a beast and starve the fight out of it doesn’t mean it is tamed.."
Enemy

During one of his short visit to the Karill, one of the slavers there had offered him an opportunity for a friendly duel with his slaves. His brother saw this as a challenge to Craenak’s might, so he was thrust into the duelling ring with Raydon. The man was far skilled to be just a common slave though, but their fight was interrupted soon afterward. Regardless, Vadik had a feeling he wouldn’t see the last of this slave.

K _{H Y R I A N} F _{A U R U S}

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"Unexpectedly good company, despite what others might say.."
Friend

Vadik first met Khyrian a few years ago when the man travelled into Craenak’s territory to hunt and trade. Naturally, a few of the hunters felt that Khyrian had stolen their kill, and a duel was set up to resolve such dispute. After witnessing one of his clansmen so easily defeated, Vadik was ordered to step in to ‘test this outsider’s mettle’, or so his father said. They went at it for a couple of rounds, before the Craenak’s chief called the duel off and named Khyrian an honoured guest of the clan. Since then, Vadik found a sparring partner in Khyrian. He had some respect for the man, and despite his clansmen’s suspicion about Khyrian’s origin, Vadik did not pry. For him, the here and the now was enough.

F _{Y L D R E N}

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" Heir to the Longear's tribe, or so I was told.."
Acquaintance

Both being sons of a clan's chief, it is rather expected that they have met during one of the Gatherings. Vadik was mildly curious about what kind of chief Fyldren will become. Because frankly, he does not look like one. Then again, there are many different types of strength.

[Mae]

Ophelia / The Fair Maid Miosura / Endings and Beginnings

⍚ Ophelia ⥥ 15 ⥥ Female ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

"You need to stop looking and start seeing."

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𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

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[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

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Ophelia comes to a short 5"1, but what she lacks in stature she makes up for in presence. It isn't with a loud voice or a strong demeanor, there's something about Ophelia that is very much there. Something about her aura seems very resiliant, and her abscence is very much felt when she's not around.

Ophelia has long, wavy auburn hair that falls to halfway down her hips. It's almost like Ophelia is trying to make up for her height with sheer hair-volume, for it is lustuous, thick and there is an awful lot of it. She will often decorate it with flowers, feathers or twigs, but scandelously refuses to braid or wear it in the appropriate styles of her people, who prefer more managable styles. She says she won't braid her hair till her wedding day, and her pa better be watching, because she'll never do it again.

It is well known in her clan that Ophie's great grandmother was - or rather, still is - a dryad. While many outside her clan would not know the tale, it is proof enough in her eyes - such a deep vibrant green, flecked with gold and drowned in blue, looking closely one would not see their reflection but the forest themselves, dancing in a soundless breeze.

She has creamy skin and freckles all over - there is much argument over their shape, some saying they are stars, but Ophelia and her family read them as autumn leaves. Her lips are the colour of deep berries and her frame is slightly curvacious, the signs of her womanhood coming into play in the last couple years, as as a child she was stocky and sticklike - probably from all the exercise and a picky diet. She has a whimsicle walk and tends to throw her body around as if she were red riding hood prancing down a forest path - always looking as if she is on the brink of falling over, and yet she never does. A strange dance indeed.

Ophelia's curse is the very freckles on her face. As she uses her abilities, they spread across her body in the form of autumn leaves. As she uses up her lifeforce, she begins to rustle when she walks. Further use causes her to cough up autumn leaves themselves. Eventually, her skin begins to crinkle and brown like dead foliage under foot. When she dies, frost spreads out from the marks and covers her whole body, turning her into a form of snow.

You must include what the mark of your curse looks like, where it is and how it spreads across your body when you use your abilities. This is very thematically important, as the curse affects everyone differently :D

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

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Ophelia is a girl who seems a little out of phase with the rest of the world. She's definitely all there, but there's just something about her that doesn't seem to fit in. Something that blurs between the trees and an occasional step in the snow without a footprint, it is like Ophelia is a girl who's shadow is caught in another world. Her family blamed it on the dryad blood and forgot all about it.

As it is she is a cheerful sort, prone to daydreaming and exploration. She loves joking around and coming up will fun ideas. She tends to be slow with hard work, though her heart is in it, sometimes it like her body just doesn't agree at keeping up with her mind. And she likes it just fine, for in the Roamwym culture, that pretty much sums up everyone in the clan - a laid back lazy day attitude, where mornings meld into nights and summers drift off into winter.

All the same, Ophelia is a hotheaded sort and prone to holding grudges. She expects others to stick to their guns and is often taken aback when they fail to do something they said they would. She's like a dog with a bone when someone has promised her something and she'll expect them to pay up, sooner or later. She likes people to step up to the plate and won't tolerate people belittling themselves in front of her. Ophelia isn't scared to stand up to a bully regardless of height or stature, whether the odds are with her or not. For these reasons she's easier to manipulate and often gets into trouble around other clans.

Ophelia wears her heart on her sleeve - she see's the best in people and then is heartbroken when they don't deliver. She's been lucky enough to lead a sheltered carefree life, and for that reason she doesn't always have the mental or social defenses others do. Ophelia can't play politics though she delights in a game of wits and silver words. She's a playful flirt and when she loves or feels for someone, she does so fully - whether it be friend, family or lover alike, Ophelia is loyal and will always be there to protect you from harm.

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

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Ophelia's mother died at birth, but it was to be expected. The dryad blood in their family line was a kind that didn't mix well with humans. When a woman of her family had a child, it would always be a girl, and that girl would steal away the life of the mother into their being upon birth to grant them life. Her parents knew what would happen if they could conceive - but it didn't stop them. Her father had hoped that the dryad blood had been diluted enough that it wouldn't matter, and her mother wanted a child enough that it didn't matter to her anymore. Her father says she used to tell little Ophelia stories and sing her lullabyes. She was a gentle woman, he says, with a faraway look in his eyes. He'd tell Ophelia that when she was born, he saw her mother's spirit join hers. Ophelia isn't sure if she believes that one, though.

As it was, Ophie had a quiet and loving childhood. Her father never remarried, and Ophelia never got sick as a child because of her mother's energies within her. The pair of them lived in a quiet farmhouse overlooking their land, filled with stretches of wild corn and grass laiden with wildflowers, and it was a charmed life, even though her father was solemn at times. There was not another family for five miles, and so he gifted her with the power of reading and writing, and let her lose on whatever material she could find.

And so, Ophie grew up playing mostly alone among the long grass and the woodland copse behind her house. She felt an affinty for nature and at ease in it. Occasionally the pair of them would travel for the rare meetings the clan had - or rather, group dinners. There were songs and stories and campfires under the stars, and that was all Ophelia knew. She would always look forwards when five summers had passed, and everyone she knew would travel slightly north to meet and celebrate with all the clans together. Ophi had never seen so many people, and the joy that it brought her made adrenaline course through her veins and her spirit soar.

Her birthday passed a few weeks ago and Ophelia will be having her coming of age ceremony at the clan gathering.

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

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𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

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⍚ Miosura ⥥ Endings and Beginnings; Seasonal Change ⥥ Female ⥥ Demisexual ⍚

I chased my girl through yonder hills,
through deep valleys and rolling plains,
I chased her through the autumn leaves
and spied her in the glen.

A bonny lass stood beside her,
dressed in silks of milky white,
her eyes they spoke of winter,
her locks shone like firelight.

She turned to me and pointed,
and in my heart I felt a chill,
I dropped to the ground with n'er a sound,
and there I did lay still.

I saw a smile flash on her lips,
as the world did fade away,
but in a flash I was there again
in that sunny glade.

For Autumn had long passed,
but the winter had been cruel,
and without that strange fair maiden,
we both would be but ghouls."

"The Maid in the Glen"

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

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A 6"5 lithe lass dressed in a long gown that trails across the floor. Wherever her gown sweeps across the ground she leaves a trail of thick snow, and out her sleeves fall the red and gold leaves of autumn. Her skin is touched by the icy frost of winter, her nose and cheeks often bloomed with red, a touch of frostbite tickling the edges of her bones. And yet, her hair stirs with the fiery colours of autumn, often braided in an updo decorated with the last and first flowers of the year. Vexingly still, her soft eyes speak of the promise of spring and the abundant year yet to come. She may be haunted by the end of things, but she is blessed with the sight of fresh beginnings.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

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Miosura is a goddess of Ends and Beginnings.
She brings the first snow of winter and the first thaw of spring.
Miosura is assosciated with autumn leaves and winter sleep.
She is often seen silently from afar and taken mysterious actions.
Often she is misunderstood by mortals as a malicious god for bringing winter, but all eventually come to realise she also bears the gift of spring.

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

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There are many stories about Miosura. When she was a young god, first born, it is said she loved winter so much she watched the snow fall for a hundred years. It is said that Pan's antics convinced her otherwise and so the first thaw was born.

One year a mortal saw the beautiful Miosura bringing autumn to the forest and he decided he wanted her for his bride. And so he went to the forest where he found a magic sprite who gave him a mystical box to aid him. He tricked her to put away her powers in the jewellery box when she had grown weary. And so, he took her as his wife and for thirty years there was an endless autumn. He was a loving husband, and she was a dutiful wife, though never spoke a word. The pair had seven sons and seven daughters, and each - though mortal, for she did not have her powers - and every one was healthy, bright, and beautiful. At night, he used to love to sit and watch the snow fall within the box, but one late evening he left the chest in which he hid it open and unlocked. With nary a thought she stole away that very night, leaving behind her loving husband and all her children, never once looking back or wondering what became of them.

Miosura never met her starkissed in all her years, but she did not care one bit. Painting the fall the colour of fire and cloacking the world in white, the endless cycle of the years was beautiful in it's divine plan. After a few hard lessons Miosura decided never again to break her sacred duties, and so it was she always had work to do, except in summer when she slept. It was one summer that the Dark Gods slipped into her bower and spelled her as she slept. She did not even know she was slipping away when she woke again as Ophelia.

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𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

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[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}

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Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

• MemorableOphelia is very memorable. It is noticable when she is not there and she isn't easily forgotten. While this means she would be memorable if she committed a crime, it also means people will be aware if she is missing or lost.
• Entertainer Ophi can pull out a variety of tricks in the name of entertainment. She is a jack of all trades and master of none in this department - she can spin a decent yarn, do a nice enough jig, do some basic slight of hand or sing a pretty ditty, but not well. Anything in the name of entertaining a guest or friend and bringing a smile to their lips.
• Reading and Writing Ophi is one of the lucky few who knows how to write and read.

• Forest Walk No bad events or harm can come to Ophelia when she is in the forests (dice based).
• Gone with the Wind Ophelia is lightning quick which means she's great at dodging and getting in extra speedy attacks of low damage, but in particular she is great at running away from big scary monsters.
• Me and my Blowgun Ophelia is a dab hand with a blowgun or slingshot, she can fire quickly at short to midrange at a target.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}

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These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

Soothe my Soul: Weakest Ability
Though her actions appeared mysterious and often malicious, Miosura always acted in the best interests of the world around her, gifted with the vision of the big picture, and the knowledge that all things end and all ends have a beginning to follow them.

The Winter Sleep Ophelia can send those nearby into a light sleep.

Wildflower Ophelia can summon sweet smelling flowers when she walks that soothe feelings and blossom contentedness in the hearts of man.

The End of ThingsOphelia wills someone to close a chapter of their life, allowing them to find resolution for a deep pain, suffering, or to simply give them the freedom to decide a course of action no longer holds the same merit as it once did. Things that once seemed so desperate and looming now appear as if in the distant past, veiled by falling snow beyond a window in a storm.

The flow of Seasons: Moderate Ability

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She was known for ends and beginnings, she held dominion over sleepy autumn, the last and first of winter, and the beginning of spring.

The Crackle of Bonfires If there is foliage nearby, Ophelia can turn the leaves to autumn colours and ignite them like a bonfire. Mysterious stick men with oval heads dance within the smoke as if performing some ancient lost ritual of autumns passed.

The Birth of Spring Ophelia can invigorate the area with the promise of spring, creating new plants bursting with life underfoot and granting vigor and a second wind to those nearby she deems worthy of the gift.

The Onset of Winter Ophelia brings a taste of winter early. Chilly temperatures permeate in a several mile radius around Ophelia, causing frostbite and light snowfall. This effect follows her as she walks and leaves with her.

A Reminder of Things to Come and Things Passed
The seasons remember, the snow is my gift.

The First Snow, The First Thaw Ophelia sends a person to sleep. When they awake, the only memory they have is of the first snowfall at the end of autumn. A person who experiences this will no longer be at the mercy of any madnesses, traumas or fears that haunt them. If they were at the beck and call of a malicious spirit, or motivated to do any task that was not their own, the need to do so melts away like the last snow in spring.

A New Beginning Ophelia resets a person to how they were at the start of their first spring, reborn as a small baby, granting them a chance to return to the beginning.

The Deadliest Winter: Ophelia calls Winter early in the region, and it is a brutal one, filled with snowstorms and far below freezing temperatures. No warning is given and the effect is immediate, often causing major issues in the area - crops killed before harvest is even upon the land, birds frozen to their perches as they sleep, unaware of the onset of winter. Animals failing to stock up for hibernation. It is a catostrophic event that affects the landscape long after the Winter ends, though often it is a long and dark one.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}

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A small bag of herbs and pretty flowers she likes
Smelling salts and a sweet-smelling small cloth bag filled with lavender.
A slingshot
A blowgun and some nasty-smelling ammo (scent disguised by above, usually)
A pan flute.

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}

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Colour Code:Ophelia is a vegetarian, and even moreso, will only eat veggies and fruits and occasionally can be forcefed a loaf of bread. She is a very picky eater, and her stomach gets upset easily by many manmade foods, supposedly a throwback to her ancestry.

She is a humble farmer of tribe Roamwyn.

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

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Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: Yes
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

[Melo]

Narcissa / Ylonia / Goddess of beauty,love, emotion and expression

⍚ Narcissa second of her name Karill ⥥ 17 ⥥ female ⥥ Bisexual ⍚

"Don’t be shy, stare all you like."

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𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

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[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}
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In stark contrast to the rather barbaric ways the Karill, the chieftain’s daughter is considered one incredibly beautiful and delicate. Rumor has it that this eastern princess has beauty that puts the longears to shame. And although beauty is in the eye of the beholder, nobody can deny she is truly beautiful. Her long black hair and dark brown eyes reveal her exotic nature. She is dressed in the finest silks and jewelry offered in the karill. She stands at a fairly normal length at about 5’7”. Her curvaceous body has driven many impressive suitors to meet her in the desert. She seems to represent the civility that the karill do seem to possess, although it is rarely shown.

Her mark begins on her lower back and is shaped as a rose in full bloom. As she uses her powers the rose starts to wilt and grow thorns as it grows its way up and around her neck. Further use of her power seems to make these thorns grow and dig into her skin until her untimely death.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}
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Narcissa is keenly aware of her own features, her privileges and advantages. The girl makes thankful use of all these features and weaves a web of manipulative lies to create the perfect image of herself. Narcissa is a snake, her silver tongue letting everyone hear exactly what they want to hear from their perfect princess. She hides her selfish and twisted self beyond a veil of kindness and empathy.

Nevertheless, Narcissa never hides her pride. The girl is proud of who she is. Why shouldn’t she be? She is passionate, daring and flirtatious. She is used to getting whatever she likes, and can get furious if this doesn’t happen, though she will usually try to sugar-coat it in her usual fashion. The girl is very demanding, and will mercilessly discard anyone who does not suit her needs any longer.

(Any RRA results will be added to either here or in the biography, or both)

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}
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Narcissa is the first daughter and first child of the chieftain of the karill clan. Only males can be heirs of the clan, and as such the girl is destined to see the position of leader go to her eldest younger brother, the second-born child. All what was expected of Narcissa was to be the perfect bride. A beautiful package for a prince to smoothen clan relations. And this is what the girl became, though maybe she was a little too perfect.

Her father was the first one to notice her daughter’s uncanny beauty, something unbecoming of the karill tribe that were usually so rough around the edges. She had a talent for presenting herself. She always managed to find the correct words for every person, enticing them with her honey-coated voice. She had a knack for dancing, and her body’s movements augmented her beauty to grip the hearts of men. Yet, the girl’s heart burned with the fiery passion of the karill. She was energetic, proud and proved a surprisingly capable combatant. The story of this princess spread amongst clans, who would be the lucky man?

(Any RRA results will be added to either here or in the biography, or both)

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

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𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

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⍚ Ylonia ⥥ Goddess of beauty, love, emotion and expression ⥥ female ⥥ Polyamorous ⍚
_{DARK GOD}

“Oh dear, my heart is torn
Nay, love I feel no more
‘Tis my fault, not yours

I deemed you the most beautiful
I said you outshone stars
A simple blasphemy

And so her ire awoke
And beyond the mask I was shown
Sorry love, but I must confess
No other woman interest me anymore”

A man to his ex-lover

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}
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As the personification of beauty itself Ylonia is the epitome of beauty. To not drive every other god insane by her mere appearance, she wears a mask to hide her face from everyone. It is said that Ylonia’s appearance automatically changes to the perfect beauty of whoever beholds her, giving her not one true appearance. Anyone who ever gets a glimpse of the perfect beauty beyond the mask can never be interested in the beauty of anyone else any longer.

Ylonia has many different masks, and art depicts her with the same variety. There are many depictions of what artists consider 'their' Ylonia to look like, were she to appear to them without a mask. But all of them are sure their art would not even come close to how she would truly look. To claim otherwise is considered blasphemy.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}
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Beauty
Seduction
Love and acts of love
Deceit
Emotion
Expression (art, music, writing, the conveying of thoughts and emotions)
Inspiration (Artists that revere her often call her the muse.)

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}
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The goddess Ylonia was said to be born by the whims of an elder god who wished to create the perfect wife for himself. The elder god created the ultimate beauty, but he was also the first to be affected by the maddening effects gazing upon such beauty brought. The maddened god worked further to perfect his creature by giving her the most obedient personality. However, in his maddening moments, this process was flawed. The goddess managed to forge a will of her own.
The goddess told the god she adored him, loved him even. But she would love him even more if he were to defeat the strongest god in existence. The maddened god, crazy with love, saw this as an amazing chance to woo his lover, despite the fact that he was absolutely no match. The god was slain, and Ylonia was free.

The elder god had succeeded, however, in creating what was a beauty that appealed to everyone. Ylonia's appearance always appeared perfect to whoever was the beholder, and enticed them with it. Ylonia considered herself to beautifull to be looked at by her fellows, and covered her face with a mask. Instead of simply showing anyone her beauty, she promised her visage to anyone willing to obey her commands.

But there were those, however, who were not at all interested in Ylonia's beauty. Nay, these were the deities more interested in their fated lovers and the joys they brought each other. This infuriated the goddess, who was so much more beautifull than they were. Both of them should revere her, not each other! And so she aided the dark gods as a siblime trickster, using her manipulative nature to lure many starkissed into a trap and send them towards the earth.

Ultimately Ylonia followed these foolish gods down to the mortal world. Yet no dark god truly knew why she wanted to go. Did she only want to ensure the fall of these gods, or did she have an ulterior motive?

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𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

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[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}
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• Silver tongue:Narcissa can lie, coerce or seduce herself into or out of any situation.
• Dancing Narcissa can dance with the most beautiful grace, only serving to augment her natural beauty.
• Perceptive: Narcissa always pays close attention to anyone’s emotional state. She is very capable of reading someone’s emotions and catching lies, to subsequently use in her own game.

• Gathering: Narcissa has been taught many things about cooking and ingredients. She has been taught how and where to obtain edible ingredients from nature for several climates.
• Blades: For self-defense, Narcissa has been taught how to handle bladed weapons masterfully.
• Agility: She is extremely agile and acrobatic, tying into her dancing proficiency.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}
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These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

Emotional strings
Ylonia can take anyone’s emotions to make them dance as her puppet.

Suggestion (2): Narcissa says something of maximum two lines of dialogue. Everyone that can hear it becomes positively inclined to the idea, unless they are strongly against it.
Manipulate (3):Enhance or deaden one emotion of a target, and force this person to act accordingly.
Beguile (4): Narcissa invokes Ylonia’s incredible charms. The target of this ability becomes strongly positively inclined towards Narcissa, like extreme friendship, adoration or idolization. The target has always has a strong urge to please Narcissa, and thus will always act in Narcissa’s interest and act according to Narcissa’s wishes unless it would mean certain death.

A matter of appearance
Appearances are all that Ylonia stands for. As such, she can manipulate her own to suit her needs.

Mesmerize (7): Narcissa’s presence mesmerizes everyone she wishes to, causing them to stare in awe for five minutes(Although, staring longer is allowed ;)). Affected people only have attention for Narcissa’s beauty, and ignore anything else. This spell is broken when the affected is physically harmed.
Presentation (8):Narcissa can change her appearance to suit her needs on the fly. She can make herself look so trivial and insignificant that nobody notices her. She can look so beautiful that she charms anyone who could feel for her romantically. Or she could make herself look so intimidating that anyone’d try to avoid her.
Perfect disguise (8):Narcissa can make herself appear as anyone. This illusion makes her look, sound and feel exactly like this person. If the impersonated person is present, it is impossible to tell the two apart by any means. She must have seen a person in order to change into them.

Ultimate beauty
Ylonia’s beauty can absolutely not be ignored by any being. To win such great beauty for oneself has driven countless deities and mortals to devotion to attain her favor. Her wish is their command.

True love (9): The target of this ability becomes completely enamored with Narcissa, as if it were their starkissed. The target loses any romantic interest in anyone else.
Geas (11):Narcissa gives one order that the target must follow to the letter until completion. The target is driven to perform this order, and receives a small bonus whenever performing an action that follows the order. If an order has no specific state of completion or time limit, the order sticks and must be followed whenever applicable. A target can only be affected by one order at a time. If there are two, the older one is overwritten. The target is not aware that they were under influence, even afterwards. Although targets can’t be ordered to kill themselves, they are willing to put their own lives at risk to complete their given order.
Beauty beyond bounds (death): Unleashing Ylonia’s endless beauty, Narcissa turns herself and the area around her (500m radius) into something of breathtaking beauty formed after her imagination. This usually turns herself into a piece of art, such as a statue or monument. Anything affected this way is so beautiful that anyone is completely mesmerized by beholding it, and nobody can feel compelled to destroy this beauty.
The vision taint the target’s very soul, sapping some of their life force every time they behold this splendor. This gives Narcissa more life force to use in her next incarnation, and restores life force as time goes on as people visit the site to see its splendor. This taint lingers even into next lives, giving Narcissa information on anyone affected about their former lives and godhood. This taint also makes anyone in their next lives extremely positively inclined towards the next incarnation of Narcissa. The beautiful site and its effect remain, though may fade as magic dies across the land. The magical effects of a site do not last beyond the next incarnation.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}
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• Fine silken clothes
• Dancer outfit
• Curved blade
• Fine jewelry, inlaid with gems that correspond to certain elements to ask for their protection.
• Gathering bag

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}
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Colour Code: d264de
other information.

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}
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Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: Yes
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

Narcissa's Relation Sheet

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O _{V E R V I E W :}

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⍚ Love:Rimguage, Persephone, Feir, Alexis
⍚ Crush: *Raydon has a crush*
⍚ Friend:Ophelia, Numas
⍚ Enemy:Eilidh, Floran
⍚ Aquaintance: Valerie, Fyldren

Strangers

Kanza:
Xena:
Bahji:
Raydon:
Stalana:
Khyrian Faurus:
Vadik:
Kenzie Moraitis:
Éclair:
Loan:

R _{I M G U A G E}

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"The love my tribe gave me can only be returned properly in one way."
Betrothed

A marriage between the children of chieftains is a powerful tool to forge allies between two clans, and it keeps the power within the families. Unable to inherit the throne herself, Narcissa was destined from a young age to be promised to someone who would one day rise to power. And this man was Rimguage. She has met him a few times, and thinks of him as a kind and handsome man. However, their interactions have been too few and too short for anything more too bloom. She’d rather not marry him, but she does not resent him. She knows neither of them chose for this, but they are stuck in this together. They might as well try to make the best of it,

A _{L E X I S}

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"She can hunt my bounty anytime."
Love

One corrupt noble, one incredibly hot princess who put a bounty on his head, one incredibly hot bounty huntress. The rest of the story writes itself. Well, except for the part where she was saved by Raydon from the guards afterward (thanks bro).

N _{U M A S} I_{N O R A}

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"I don’t trust the shallow plebeians to respect Numas as the beacon of individuality that he is.."
Friends

Numas is weird, but that doesn’t deter Narcissa. Where others might shun her friend, Narcissa sees Numas as someone who truly embraces themselves for what they truly want to be. She admires the freedom they dare to take, even if the public does not accept it. Narcissa thinks of Numas as an individual braver than she is, and she can respect that.

The incense helps as well though.

E _{I L I D H} U_A B_{R I A I N}

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"Some people are at their best when they simply stay far away from you."
Enemies

Narcissa doesn’t truly hate Eilidh. But spilling wine over Narcissa’s most exquisite dress during the clan gathering five years ago wasn’t something that was easily forgivable, Eilidh might’ve apologized, but that doesn’t stop Narcissa from warding herself from her presence with a mean-hearted stare anytime she’d catch her presence. Why would she allow the klutz a chance to mess things up again?

R _{A Y D O N}

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"It’s always a pleasure to see the bloodchild fight."
Has a crush on Narcissa

Naturally, Narcissa has seen Raydon fight in the pits, but she has never had any direct contact with him. What kind of princess would even pay attention to slave other than for her own entertainment?

O _{P H E L I A}

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"What do you mean we can’t adopt her? Look how adorable she is!"
Friends

The somewhat unusual duo of the cheerful Ophelia and snobby Narcissa is a friendship that has lasted for nearly a decade. It all started at the clan gathering where Narcissa had her first dance performance at the age of seven. Narcissa had never seen someone that excited about her dancing before. The two became great friends afterward, and Narcissa also taught Ophelia how to dance.

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"At least I know one wolfrahg."
Acquaintances

Valerie and Narcissa have met and talked a little at one clan meeting five years ago. They haven’t seen each other since, and don’t really know that much about each other besides names and positions. Most interestingly is that most people don’t know these two have ever met. One certain individual romantically involved with both of them may have to watch himself more than he realises.

F _{Y L D R E N}

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"Typically Longear, living in the fairy tales they hail from.."
Acquaintances

As children of chieftains the two have seen each other a few times at the negotiations tables accompanying their parents. The Longears and Karill are well known for their differences on several… moral issues. Narcissa embodies her clan’s very well, and so does Fyldren. As a result, the two have a hard time seeing eye-to-eye. They don’t hate each other, they simply respectfully disagree.

F _{E I R}

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"You broke one promise, you’re not getting another."
Love

Narcissa quite fondly remembers the time she spent with the traveller she found on death’s door in the Karill sands. She remembers their conversations about the great places he had seen, that she would love to see herself. There were moments where she actually truly considered the possibility of running away with him to do just that. She knew it was impossible, yet she was truly hurt by his sudden disappearance. Feir had a made a promise to Narcissa, to show her this one location he adored so much, and he had decided to leave her behind. Unfortunately for Feir, Narcissa never forgets a broken promise.

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"There is so much more I want to give you…."
Love

Narcissa cares for Persephone deeply, yet she can only mean so little to her. She loves her company, her touch and her kind yet stalwart heart. However, Narcissa is promised to another, and thus the two can not be together. Not publically, anyway. Narcissa is eternally grateful to her Phe that she gave up the life she knew to follow her. Yet, Narcissa has so little to give her in return, or so she feels. She loves her so much, yet the feeling of guilt gnaws at Narcissa. All she really wants is for Persephone to be happy.

F _{L O R A N} C _{E S T A N Z}

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" Yet another stuck in his moralistic fairy tales."

Enemies

Narcissa still doesn’t get people who get angry at slave owners hitting a disobedient slave. And this mercenary was exceptionally rude to her when she did so.

[Filthy Mudblood]

Valerie / Darya / Goddess of Laughter, Chaos and Confusion

⍚ Valerie; the strong and the blessed ⥥ 20 ⥥ female ⥥ heterosexual ⍚

"nothing's worth anything to dead men."

𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

A small girl, standing at a mere 5'4", with angelic features and doe-like eyes. Despite her harmless appearance, Valerie holds an air of challenge to her that has the brash cockiness that normally only a man could pull off in this day and age. Her azure eyes are fiery and intelligent - always moving, analysing and judging. Her porcelain skin would be unblemished if it were not for the scar running down her right cheek, obtained after being too cocky with a knife, which narrowly missed her eye by an inch or two. A slender, toned physique that is no stranger to exertion - it is surprising to find a good amount of muscle underneath the soft flesh of her arms and legs. A shock of white-blonde hair tends to be held back out of her face, as it is too thick and long to be let loose in battle.

The Mark of her curse is noticeable when not covered. A series of black symbols travelling down the nape of her neck in a neat line, a few degrees cooler that of the rest of her skin. They are slightly raised, almost like scars, and are usually concealed by her hair or her hood. When Valerie tests her abiltiies, further marks will appear on her skin in neat rows almost like some sort of text. As they first show up, they will appear to be smiliar to that of frostbite scars before slowly and painfully healing to form the ink-link patterns. As the Mark consumes her, she will most likely die of hypothermia as her vital organs will be too cold to properly function underneath the cooling srnsation of the Curse.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

A spirited soul, to say the least. Valerie loves to surprise people with her strength and skill. Forgetting the fact that she's 5'4" and faerie-like in her beauty, she also happens to be female - which is the source of much judgement towards her in the first place. Her fiery nature is apparent upon first encounter, as she is a firm believer in the significance of first impressions, and, most of the time, what you see is what you get. She rarely shows fear, or any kind of weakness, really (which will most likely be the death of her) and brash attitude can seem almost bloodthirsty at times, so much so that you could almost think she was looking for a fight.

Valerie has an unexpectedly tender side to her; underneath all of the sharp quips and arrogant remarks. Truth be told, she happens to be a hopeless romantic. Although she may seem pessimistic a lot of the time, there is a part of Valerie that trusts in fate and karma and whatnot. Another softer aspect of Valerie is her sense of humour. She takes pride in making others laugh, often resorting to jokes or blunt statements to lighten the mood. This also brings to light her laugh - which is possibly the most unpredictable thing about her. It is a sound of true colour, and tends to shock people that hear it. It is so pure and genuine in comparison to her character, that it certainly has the power to change one's perception of Valerie completely.

That being said, while Valerie is a relatively sociable soul - she is foremost an independent girl. She finds it far more peaceful and efficient to work alone, so may show distaste towards having to share a task with someone else. She likes to do things in her own messy way, and, although it may seem like chaos, most of the time it turns out to be a work of art.

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

With a mother of the Longear Tribe and a father of the Wolfrahg clan, Valerie was born with both beauty and ferocity. Her parents stuck to a life of travel, and they would often sleep under the stars rather than the usual tribe tents. Valerie herself grew to be a somewhat lonely child, much to her mother's dismay, and she would often sneak into nearby clan territory just to catch a glimpse of the other children. The majority of her childhood was spent in the shadows - watching from a distance. She did not dislike her parents for it, as they told her many times the story of how they had left behind their old ways to start a new life together, but she would still yearn to be a part of a tribe - to have a proper family.

Her parents' death was like a blow to the heart; swift and painful. Her mother had been forraging for food when a masked fiend struck her down with an arrow to the throat, resulting in her choking to death. Valerie's father, overcome by grief, led his daughter to the outskirts of the Wolfrahg territory and told her to stay there. He never came back.

Valerie, at first, was looked at with suspicion and distaste. The mysterious little girl at the edge of the woods. The Wolfrhag clan had recently noticed a spike in the number of creatures in the area, so, being the supersticious lot they were, were perhaps being a little too cautious of the fourteen year old. It wasn't until a curious youngster approached her and began stroking her wolfskin hood without a care in the world that the tribe recognised her as being one of them. After a lot of discussion, and one or two heated debates about whether she was a demon or not, Valerie was welcomed into the tribe with fierce affection that reminded her of her father. Her brash, outspoken side started to peek through as she trained and hunted and trained some more. A good chunk of her time was spent around men rather than women, and, although she received some grief for being a woman herself, she handled things on her own perfectly well. She is now one of the lead scouts of the Wolfrahg clan, and her being a newcomer is now no longer even a shadow at the back of her mind. She still remembers and mourns her mother and father, yes, but there was a reason as to why she was sent here - she's sure of it.

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

⍚ Darya, the illusion ⥥ Goddess of Chaos, Laughter and Confusion ⥥ Female ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

<EXCERPT FROM GOD LEGEND>

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It is surprising to most, at first glance, that Darya is not a Dark Goddess. Her hair is a deep violet colour, and her irises are ink black. Her height is ever-shifting, as is the way her voice sounds. One minute its soft as silk, the next its as violent as the clashing of thunder. Her figure is lithe and graceful, shrouded in a deep midnight cloak that twinkles softly with bells of laughter every time she moves.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

- A beautiful laugh
- Tricks and pranks
- Speaking in riddles
- Weaving false tales
- Is represented by a single bat.

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

Darya came into existence upon the first peal of laughter uttered by mankind. From then on, she has been in the essence of every giggle, chuckle or snicker. Her job, at first, was a simple one: to be the lightening of a mood, the ease of tension, the humour in a dark story. Of course, as the mortal population grew, so too did their conflicts. Soon, there was no laughter - no joy. Just war and depression.

It was then that Darya discovered the art of veiling. She was able to detach mortals from reality with a mist of a sort of daze, where instead of anger and bloodlust and hurt, they felt...lost. She named this confusion. Her job became far more difficult after that - sprinkling the most of chaos and confusion to protect her beloved mortals from each other and to allow them to keep on laughing.

Before the first encounter with her Starkissed, Darya was forgetful, single-minded and...well, a little eccentric. Most of the other Gods would avoid her for this reason, seeing her only as an insignificant child God of some minor skill. If only they knew of how she kept the world in order. It did not make her bitter, but she was saddened by the loneliness. Many a time would be try to befriend some poor mortal, but with a single touch from her, their minds would crumble into incomprehensible thoughts. Later, this would be named Dementia. Darya had heard of the other Gods finding a partner, a soulmate that they protected as if they were more valuable than themselves, but she had never once believed that she would find one herself. When she did, though, mortals all over their world found hemselvez laughing more and enjoying their chaotic ways of living far more than they did before.

Her curse was thrust upon her one night as she was waiting to meet her Starkissed as she usually did. It can disguised as a small silver bag not unlike her own which contained her veil powder. When she opened the bag, however, the last thing she saw was dark trendles of smoke snaking around her immortal body before everything went black. An immeasurable time of darkness passed until she woke up as Valerie with no recollection of her former glory.

𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}
Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

• Intimidating Valerie, although being a woman, can seem a tad overbearing to begin with. This tends to unnerve others, as her brash unpredictability can be seen as both alluring and dangerous.
• Intelligent Depsite the fact that it may seem as if Valerie has a warrior's mindset of 'kill this, eat that', she is actually surprisingly articulate. No, she certainly isn't one of the brightest stars in the sky - bury she is far more clever than others tend to give her credit for.
• Judge of character it may be the fact that Valerie was the Goddess of Confusion, so can see past lies and deception, or it may just be her ability to see the good in almost everyone, but Valerie finds herself particularly skilled at seeing the true intentions of those she meets.

• Hiding Valerie just so happens to be pretty good at staying undetected. After a childhood spent lurking in the shadows, she knows more about blending into the background that your average person.
• Axe-wielding not your most lady-like choice of weapon, for sure but it definitely can do a lot of damage in Valerie's hands. Her axe becomes an extension of her arm when she fights, which is not something to underestimate.
• Dodging due to her lacking in height, Valerie finds moving around her opponent far easier than if she was a huge mass of muscle. She likes to make her moves in one fluid dance, always being one step ahaead.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}
These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

Clear-mindedness: Weakest Ability
The Goddess of Confusion, confused? That just doesn't make sense.

Revealing tricks and lies: Darya has the ability to know when she is being deceived. Purposeful lies call out to her, and she can spot them as if they were obvious in the first place. This power does have loopholes, however, and certain ways of saying things can get past her.

True intent: A development from discovering falsehood, Darya can see one's true intentions of their actions. She must watch firsthand these actions before discovering their purpose, though.

Lucidity control: Darya can sense and manipulate the coherence/lucidity of herself, people, animals and other creatures by channeling lucidity, meaning she can alter the clarity in which others think. This links into the fact that when she is her immortal self, Darya cannot touch a mortal without jumbling their brain a little.

Fun: Moderate Ability
A day without laughter is a day wasted, don't you think?

Laughter inducement: Darya can induce laughter into others with a snap of her fingers. This power can also distract enemies long enough for her to kill them, recruit them in being an ally of comedy, or just escape. This power can reach the point where the enemy ends up on the ground helpless with uncontrollable laughter - sometimes it results in death by choking, but that tends to use up a lot of power.

Enjoyment: Darya can manipulate the concept of fun itself and thus affect the enjoyment people are having in particular situations, although these people must be those that she has at least a familiarity with.

Amusement Inhibition: Pretty much the opposite of her enjoyment power, Darya can extinguish any amusement one feels towards a specific action. She cannot stop them from doing it, however she can detach any joy they feel towards the activity.

Confusion: Strongest Ability
Confusion, confuddlement, discombobulation. It's everywhere. In love, in loss, in sadness, and in joy. I'm just the one that controls it.

Misdirection: Darya has the ability to cause people to get lost, lose their way, or forget where they were going in the first place. She must know where they are headed first, however.

Illusion of the Past: Similiar to that of Pan's Delusion of Grandeur, Darya can summon a facade that will fall upon someone and most likely bewilder them. Each facade is different for each person, normally being someone they have lost or care about greatly.

Viel of Confusion: Her signature power as a Goddess, Darya can materialise a fine silver powder that induces extreme confusion and chaos. Upon contact with this powder, ones senses are numbed and their minds are lost to hallucinations, lucid dreams and panic. Darya's lifeforce is primarily drained from the materialisation of the powder, but she still needs one last burst of energy for the distribution of the powder. She can grant immunity to those she does not wish to harm for a short period of time to get out of the powder's range (up to 2km). These effects can last up to a lifetime (depending on the severity, even passed down a generation or two), if the victim is lucky and the effects are temporary, they will be left disoriented and foremost mentally scarred.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}

• a plain axe with leather binding and a 'V' carved into the handle, as shown in the picture.
• a collection of rare bird feathers, sometimes used for trading.
• leather headband and gloves, both brown in colour.

[⍚ ] O _{T H E R}

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Colour Code: EE82EE

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

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Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: Yes
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

[McHaggis]

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[Sarcelle Renard]

Feir / Ledo / God of Travelers

⍚ Feir ⥥ 22 ⥥ Male ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

"Settle down? Isn’t that what death is for?"

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𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

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[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}
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Normally dressed from head to toe in various furs, Feir often comes off as a rather suspicious individual when he stumbles upon a new village. It certainly doesn’t help that his sharp, brown eyes look all the more menacing when they are the only aspect of his face one can see. But underneath all of his layers is a man that looks anything but frightening. Because even though his long, raven black hair is often a mess and he carries a rather nasty three-lined scar down the right side of his neck, there is an unmistakable gentleness to the man. This comes in part from his easygoing slouch and the small grin that can often be found lighting up his face.

Standing at 5’10”, Feir is hardly the tallest of individuals, but he doesn’t look scrawny in the slightest as he is made of completely toned muscle from always being on the move. His face is kept clean shaven at all times, as he cares little for how manly he looks but cares a great deal about the practicality of keeping the stuff out of his way. The various furs that make up his attire are worn almost year round, until the miserable heat of the summer months finally beat out his vast stubbornness. In the vagabond’s mind, the furs keep him from smelling too human in the domain of beasts, but whether it has actually helped him is all too open to discussion.

The symbol of his curse begins as a pair of eyes on his right shoulder blade. Initially, the eyes appear as faint lines on his back, but they begin to open and grow darker as he uses more of his powers. Eventually, the eyes will open fully and begin to multiply across his back, but it’s only when they take on a yellow hue, the same eye color as the various creatures of the night that prey on mortals, that the end of his life draws near.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}
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Feir is the kind of man that is so quiet and unassuming he is almost instantly relegated to the background of any group. This is something that he doesn’t mind in the slightest, as he is actually prone to come down with a mild case of anxiety whenever he becomes the center of attention, as much of his life has been spent in comfortable isolation. However, he is strangely not all that shy if engaged one-on-one, although his soft voice and direct responses often makes it difficult to keep a conversation going with him. But it goes without saying that, if given the choice, the man typically prefers silence.

In all things, the black haired wanderer operates with caution as his primary directive. Feir will go over a plan countless times in his head, looking for the smallest of flaws, before he acts. After all, the smallest mistake can cost one their life out in the wilderness. This attitude carries over to his dealings with others, as it takes quite a while for him to open up and trust a person. So while his journeys have taken him far and wide, one can still count the number of close relationships he has made on one hand. Yet, for a man so cautious he is paradoxically also the type that rarely backs down from a challenge.

For better or worse, Feir is also one of the most honest and straightforward individuals a person will ever have the misfortune to come across. He’s not the type to hold back what he’s thinking or sugar coat things for others and fully expects the same treatment in kind. In his mind, lies are a tiresome waste of time and would rather cut straight to the heart of the matter rather, even if it means making an ass of himself. In a lot of ways, this makes him the last person one should turn to for comfort, as he is all too prone to saying the worst things at the worst possible times due to his honest nature.

However, despite that he still has a side of him that is reminiscent of an aloof older brother. Because while he may be atrocious at comforting people, he has an innate sense to protect others. Case in point, if he were to stumble upon somebody lost in the woods, he may bemoan the inconvenience out loud, but he will always ensure that they return home safe and sound. And although it may be difficult to imagine for such a social recluse, he actually has a rather dry sense of humor that often leaves others puzzling over how serious he is. Which just so happens to be a sight he enjoys immensely.

If there is one thing that Feir values about all else, it is the feeling of freedom he gets from wandering the wilds. Because no matter how comforting life within his tribe had been, it always felt too stagnant and sedentary for him. So no matter how long his visits in any given village may be, the one thing you can be certain of is that his presence will is ephemeral. For as long as he has wandered, there has not yet been a force that has been able to drown out the ever present call of woods, with its promises of freedom and countless new sights to be found.

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}
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Born to the Wolfrahg tribe, Feir had always been one that felt too cramped in the confines of the village. From as far back as he can remember, he had always spent much of his time on the outskirts of the village, as close to the woods as he could get without getting hauled off by one of his elder siblings. But soon enough he was old enough to accompany his father, Marik, on his hunting expeditions, which would further cement his dislike for how small his village felt. And while he was familiar with all of his tribesmen, he found it difficult to truly grow all that close to any of them. A problem that would be constantly compounded by his quiet nature and the frequent hunts he would embark on.

At 14, the whelp had proven to be a natural hunter and was permitted to go off on his own into the woods. While his first few solo expeditions went off without any incidents, his good fortune quickly ran out. It was the springtime and although he should have known better, the young adolescent became too enwrapped with tracking his mark that he had strayed too far from the hunting grounds he was familiar with. After the initial bit of panic wore off, he tried to follow his own tracks back, only to encounter a bear still lean from its great sleep. To this day, Feir is not entirely sure how he managed to escape the beast, but he still remembers all to well just how hopelessly lost he had become when it had finally given up.

Three months passed before Feir finally stumbled back into the familiar grounds of the Wolfrahg people. A scout thankfully found the boy, malnourished and suffering from a nasty cut on his neck, and quickly brought him back to the village. His family rejoiced at his safe return, having been dangerously close to having given up hope on him ever returning. It took the better portion of two months before the boy was truly healthy again, but it was already clear that he would never quite be the same again. And when a few months later he announced to his father that he intended to leave the village for good, his father merely gave him a sad, knowing smile. It had come as no surprise to the grizzled man, but rather than stopping him he insisted that he learn how to survive out there first. Feir graciously accepted his terms.

Since then, he has wandered the land without a clear goal in sight. To him, the freedom of this lifestyle is enough. And even though he occasionally stops in a few villages, he never stays long. Since he’s left, he has visited his tribe only a handful of times, but will often make an appearance should he catch wind of a gathering of clans.

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

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𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

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⍚ Ledo ⥥ God of Travelers and Journeys ⥥ Male ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

”There wasn’t even a star out that night,
And not a soul out there to hear of my plight,
With shadows abound,
I made not a sound,
As I was lost in those woods without a light.

Somehow he had found me out there,
At that ever slick edge bordering despair,
Drawn by heart’s beat,
And the crunch of feet,
He measured me with silver eyes ever fair.

My thoughts turned to why I had been so long gone,
To how I had nursed back our neighbor’s newest fawn,
And with a brief nod,
From this wary god,
A path was made for me that led straight to the dawn.”

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[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}
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As the god of travelers, the form Ledo takes is all too human in appearance. His face looks aged and haggard, which with his drab brown hair and natural slouch leaves most who encounter him wanting. At a mere 5’8” he’s also not incredibly intimidating, but those with an observant eye will be able to catch the traces of his godhood. Because no matter how uninterested his eyes look, their unnatural silver sheen gives away his divine origins. And those that have encountered other gods or goddesses will be able to pick up the otherworldly aura he gives off.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}
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-Protecting travelers
-Guiding heroes on their journeys
-His telltale silver eyes

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}
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Ledo came into being to answer the first desperate plea given for the safe return of a loved one. And since then, he had always been a sort of shepherd for those that have lost their way and are desperate to return home. And eventually, this expanded to aiding the individuals that would later be known as heroes on whatever kind of dire quest they found themselves on. His help took on many forms, from simple advice to outright leading those that could no longer find their way.

Of all the divine, he is one of the most human like in appearance, so as not to scare off those he is bound to protect. Naturally, this led to him having far more intimate dealings with mortals than most other gods and goddesses, although it was rare for him to feel all that invested in any of them. At least, that was until he approached a girl lost in a meadow. At least, that’s what it seemed like at the time. Because when he asked if she needed help, she merely smiled and informed him that not all who wander are lost.

The notion was alien to him. Every traveler he had encountered had some destination in mind when they had set out, relying on him only when they lost their way. Ledo spoke with her long into the night discussing the nature of her travels, not even realizing until he sought her out several more times that he had found his starkissed. Where he had originally only seen a start and an end to a journey, she helped him notice all of the sights and sounds in between.

When the dark gods conspired to curse the starkissed, Ledo was one of the first to fall. This was due in part because he wasn’t all that strong compared to his compatriots and also because his ability to locate those that are lost could prove to be troublesome to their plans. One night he set out to help two travelers that appeared to be hopelessly lost, only to realize far too late that he walked right into a trap. Shamefully, the god was easily overpowered and could only seethe as he realized what they planned to do. But before he could even yell the world around him faded into nothingness, doomed to live on without knowing what he had lost.

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𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

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[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}
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Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

• Lay of the land: Years of wandering has left Feir with an intimate understanding of the various terrains surrounding the tribes
• Strong Memory: From never forgetting a face to memorizing which plants are certain to ruin your day, there are few things he trusts as absolutely as his memory
• Keenly Observant: One doesn’t survive on their own in such a unforgiven landscape without being able to notice the subtlest of changes in their surroundings

• Wilderness Expert: When it comes to surviving away from any semblance of society, few compare to the wealth of knowledge Feir has cultivated over the years
• Archery: One of the most reliable ways to secure food in the wild is to have a steady hand with a bow, so it comes as little surprise that he is a decent shot
• Axe Fighting: Feir has had more run ins than he cares to admit with deadly creatures that got past his bow, so learning how to make use of his axe to solve problems seemed prudent

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}
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These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 15/15

Find the Lost: Weakest Ability
Ledo could have all the power in the world, but none of them would matter if he couldn’t locate those that needed him

Moving in the Right Direction (1) Taking form as more of a feeling than a true bearing, Feir is able to sense that he is moving in the direction of whoever or whatever he is looking for
Move with the Wind (3) By channeling this ability, Feir is capable of moving inhumanly fast for a maximum of an hour. Afterwards, his mortal body will be extremely weak from the exorbitant strain it was put through
Prayers Answered (3) If a prayer and suitable offering has been offered to Ledo for someone who has been lost, Feir can simply appear near that person. He has little, if any, control over where exactly he will appear, but it is almost always out of sight and done quietly

Light Their Way: Moderate Ability
At times, a nudge in the right direction is all that is needed to help a soul that has gone astray, sometimes a bit more is needed

The Road Is Right There (7) Inexplicably, a golden path appears before the target of this power, leading them straight to their destination. The god himself isn’t sure how the power works, but it somehow knows to avoid dangerous areas while still taking the fastest route. The golden sheen fades with time, but is always visible, even if just barely so, until the target reaches the end of it
Journey’s End (6) For a brief moment, Feir is able to show a person what lies at the end of a person’s journey. Oftentimes, this is a powerful reminder of why they left in the first place or shows loved ones waiting for their return. Sometimes though, this power can further demoralize a person should they have set out for weak reasons or if they no longer believe in what they once stood for
Don’t Lose Your Way (8) With a touch, Feir is able to clear away any doubts, fears, or even supernatural control that is preventing a person from continuing (or even beginning) their journey. The relief is only temporary and will return within a few days if they have not found a way to truly deal with whatever is holding them back

Bring Them Home: Strongest Ability
Should Ledo deem a traveler worthy of his protection, he will do everything in his power to see them home

Second Wind (7) No matter what condition an individual is in, be it exhausted, wounded, or even paralyzed from a poison, Feir is able to take on whatever ails the target onto himself. Of course, since he is no longer a god the effects of what he takes on are experienced in full, leaving him in the same state as whoever he just helped was previously in
Safeguard Their Passage (12) A small kiss on the cheek is enough to give one Ledo’s blessing. This power prevents a great deal of misfortune from befalling a person, lasting until they reach their destination. Things that should go wrong, don’t. And things that are made to go wrong by higher forces are circumvented by an impossibly convenient solution showing up at just the right time
(This power cannot be used on himself)
Clear the Way (Death) No matter what stands in the way of a traveler, be it a monster, an army, or even a mountain, Ledo removes it entirely. While living things are a bit too stubborn to be blinked out of existence (merely appearing a great distance away from whoever the god is protecting), non-living things seem to just stop existing entirely. Or perhaps it is more accurate to say that they are so finely broken down and spread out over such a vast distance that it is as if they had never been there at all

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}
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• A decent quality bow and quiver of arrows
• A handmade axe that has definitely seen better days
• A skinning knife with a well kept blade
• A pouch for storing useful herbs and berries
• A charm for safe passage made by his mother

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}
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My color code is 3CB371.

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}
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Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: YES

Feir’s Relation Sheet

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O _{V E R V I E W :}

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⍚ Love: Narcissa
⍚ Crush: None yet
⍚ Friend: Kenzie
⍚ Enemy: Bahji
⍚ Aquaintance: Alexis, Khyrian Faurus

Strangers

Rimguage:
Numas Inora:
Eilidh Ua Briain:
Floran Cestanz:
Xena:
Raydon:
Stalana:
Vadik:
Ophelia:
Valerie:
Fyldren:
Persephone:
Éclair:

A _{L E X I S} H _{U N T E R}

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"Sometimes life takes some unexpected turns. Sometimes it overcompensates and throws you in the path of Alexis Hunter."
[Acquaintance]

As a wanderer, Feir has often been spotted on the outskirts of villages, but no real harm had ever really come from it. That was until one evening a certain brown headed bounty hunter got the drop on him, glowing bow drawn and looking for answers. Apparently, skulking around the woods, completely covered from head to toe in furs, made him a suspicious looking individual. So when Alexis was hunting a mark in the area, it was all too natural that she set her sights on the vagabond that had been spooking the locals.

Thankfully, she was willing to hear him out before she let her arrows do the talking for her. So the bewildered man did his best to explain who he was and why he acted so suspiciously. His answer must have satisfied the bounty hunter, as the two parted ways without one of them sporting a new arrow wound. Overall, Feir left feeling that while she seemed nice enough, Alexis was definitely not somebody he wanted as an enemy. The sheer determination she had in her eyes while she had her bow trained on him told him that not only did she know how to aim, but she was more than willing to follow through on any threat she made.

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"If there were someone to blame for how I distance myself from others, it’d be him."
[Enemy]

As children, Feir and Bahiji strayed just a little too far away from the clan gathering one unfortunate night. All was well with the two boys until a large feline set upon them with grisly intent. Bahiji made a run for it as soon as the cat turned his attention on Feir, a fact that the latter has never been able to quite get over. And with a scar as an ever present memento of the occasion, it is hard for him to think of the blonde with anything other than scorn.

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"While I bear him no ill will, I would be happy to never cross paths with him again."
[Acquaintance]

While tracking the same prey, Feir and Khyrian happened upon one another. At their feet laid their mark, brutally savaged by something fierce and hungry. Before either of them had much of a chance to talk, they were attacked by a pack of dire wolves. With no other choice, the two fought together, but there was something about the silver haired man that unnerved Feir, but he was never quite able to put his finger on what it was. Once the last dire wolf was put down, the two split up the pelts and went their own ways, neither of them looking back.

N _{A R C I S S A}

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"That one… That one taught me what it is like to be a moth drawn to flame."
[Love]

For all of his caution, Feir was wholly unprepared for his sad attempt at exploring the desert to the south. In fact, his ill-conceived voyage would have very well been the death of him, if it weren’t for the dark haired beauty that found him and brought him back to her tribe. The woman even helped nurse the fool back to health, but that was where the trouble started.

Despite himself, Feir was starting to fall for the proud woman with a frighteningly sharp mind. And while neither said it out loud, Feir suspected that Narcissa not only knew how he felt, but was also beginning to feel the same way about him. Unfortunately, it was only a matter of time until he learned that she was actually the Karill chieftain’s daughter, which in turn made her the betrothed to the heir of his clan, Rimguage. Not wanting to cause problems for either clan, Feir took off as soon as he had recovered, leaving without a word of goodbye to Narcissa as he didn’t trust himself to not make a fool of himself.

While they had only known each other for a few short weeks, there is a lingering attraction between the two. And every now and then, when the night is dry and the stars shine just right, Feir finds himself wondering, ’What if?’

K _{E N Z I E} M _{O R A I T I S}

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"Not only is he probably the only person I have met that is quieter than me, he is also one of the kindest souls you will ever come across."
[Friends]

There are precious few people that Feir will seek out for company, but when it comes to Kenzie, who he considers his kindred spirit, he will gladly make an exception. The two of them together is quite the sight for those that know them, as the two outrageously reserved individuals actually come out of their shells for a bit when the other is around. The changes in Feir’s behavior are subtle and often unnoticed by most, but he values Kenzie highly and would go to great lengths to help his friend.

The two recluses met at a clan gathering with a pair of stiff introductions, which left Feir relatively unimpressed with the purple haired man. But when Feir started exploring the Abaneki lands a few months down the road, he ran into Kenzie a few more times out in the wilderness. The similarities the two shared became rather clear after their second encounter, as they both had a deep respect for nature and often preferred its company to other humans, and in time their casual greetings became full on conversations. Perhaps it was only natural that the two quickly became such fast friends.

[Typical]

Kenzie Moraitis