[CHAR] Summoners of Babel

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Okami

Name: Okami "Kami" Sven
Race: Hybrid Race of All Species except Spirit-Touched
Gender: Male
Age: 17

"Come on, Lupa! Time for us to become a Summoner of Babel!"

Height: 5'7"
Posture: Lithe Build
Weight: 151 lbs
Inherited clothes from his step-father, Baken, who was a young knight before. His entire uniform is white despite his personality is quite hot-blooded if not sometimes cruel. Wearing a the white jacket and his yellow scarf to keep him warm, the two are quite loose so his freedom of movement is allowed.

Background:

Okami never knew his parents. They abandoned him as a babe at a neutral orphanage in the city of Regnum Magnopere. Another major problem he had was that his mother really got around...which led to him having multiple bad personality traits from all five races. Extremely bad greed from both halflings and dwarves, a terrible metabolism to eat from the orcs, a thinner body than most from elves, and his physical features had no difference since he was mostly human. Despite these attributes, Okami got along well with the group in the orphanage when they were young. He was a very loyal follower of the popular group, always pulling off all sorts of tricks to show that he deserved his position in it. They all together had a peaceful childhood...that is until they reached the age 10. The rules of the orphanage was for the kids to be adopted as soon as they reached the age of 10, and Okami never got the chance to show up to get adopted. The other kids used his loyalty and tricked him into a small closet which he was stuck inside for the entire day. The last glimpse Okami had of his friends was the leader of his group, a blonde-haired kid getting adopted by a rich noble family...
Okami was left alone in the orphanage, each day becoming more grueling than the last. The nanny was getting tired of caring for the one child and turned to a life of drinking. This led to his constant beatings each day and his only comfort was a book called The Journey of a Summoner. He was always inspired to become one of the brave adventurers to go and explore the legendary Tower of Babble. Trying to train and spend time testing his endurance, the nanny eventually caught wind of his constant training sessions...and left him half-dead outside of the orphanage. Not even getting to bring his book with him, Okami was barely able to get far before giving up hope.

That day he was so close to dying, the thunder wouldn't stop ringing. The rain kept falling down his face as he looked down from the rooftop he was going to jump off. With all hope lost, he slowly began to lean forward...only to have someone or something...grab his leg. He turns around suddenly to find...a small dog looking thing biting him as if to pull him from the ledge. Okami followed the dog as the small puppy actually brought him in front of some strange tavern. The wife of the tavern owner came outside to notice a young boy and puppy drenched in rain and thunder ringing through the skies. Without hesitation, she accepted both into her home and even her husband willingly and enjoyed the presence of the two. From being on the streets to becoming suddenly welcomed into a family, Okami swore that he would use his second chance to become a grand adventurer like the ones in his book. The small puppy for some reason enjoyed his company no matter where he went which led to her being Okami's Bonded Spirit.

Training, running, and jumping from rooftop to rooftop each day, he never stopped working hard for his dream. This youthful runner will spread his energy out in one sudden burst, trying to see if he can make a shock in a brighter future!

Personality: Okami has a very large fondness for those who accept him. His loyalty is undying but to those who betray him tend to be his eternal enemies. However, his loyalty side mostly lets him become way too forgiving most of the time to even those who do betray him. He even has a kind side to those less fortunate to him due to not having the blessing he had from being adopted by his step-mother, Lauren. Though despite the happy side he seems to have, his greatest weakness is his unkindness to those who judge themselves higher and more noble due to unjust reasons.
Spirit Partner: Lupa (3-Star Spirit)
Skills: Parkour, Evasive, Makeshift Hand-To-Hand Combat
License: Ranked 35(60) Sidewinder

Lupa

Lupa
Beast --> Wolf
Level One - Puppy (Beast), Brass Knuckle and Iron Tipped Boot (Material), Gives Small Static Abilities (User)
Stated above which was her saving his life from committing suicide
No RP-er

NPCs

Francis Duquoi - The middle child of the Duquois Family who ranked 1st in the Adventurer Trial

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Father Samuel

Name: Samuel Evans.

Sex: Male.

Age: 43.

Appearance:


Weight: 175 lbs (79 kilograms).

Height: 6 feet (1.83 meters).

Notable items: A worn, leather bible emblazoned with a golden cross. Serves as his Catalyst.

Background: Born to a poor family on the outskirts of Regnum Magnopere, Samuel grew up with little food and was abandoned in an orphanage. Resorting to pick pocketing, Samuel became know as a delinquent and troublemaker in the small town he grew up in. He lacked the moral fiber the other children at the orphanage had and, as a result, took up bullying his weaker peers for food and money. He had little schooling as a child, and was illiterate until the age of 16. By the time he was 15, all the other children in his orphanage were adopted, leaving Samuel with children half his age and a staff who were less forgiving of him by the day. Just as Samuel was about to give up on ever being adopted, the orphanage was visited by a lone priest, who adopted Samuel and took him to live with the priest in an old church.

Growing up with the priest mainly involved the priest calmly asking Samuel to do a chore or task, Samuel angrily refusing to do said task, and Samuel begrudgingly finishing the task several minutes later. The priest taught Samuel how to read, how to multiply and divide, and even some basic history of the world. It was at the age of 18 that the priest gave Samuel his own bible, leaving the old church permanently, and leaving Samuel left to his own devices. Samuel spent the next 3 years studying the book of the lord, acting as the reverend for a town that used to despise him, and doing general repair of a decaying church. After those 3 years, Samuel decided to close the old church, going out into the world to experience what was outside of the small town he grew up in.

Samuel went to many different parts of the kingdom. After 10 years of traveling, he finally decided to settle down and return to the small town life he abandoned. Settling in a small town to the north of the kingdom, Samuel eventually founded a small hospital with the medical knowledge he developed from other travelers he met. Over the course of 12 more years, due to his job and importance, Samuel grew to be very respected in the small town, eventually being chosen as the representative of his town for events in the cities. This, combined with his regular preaching at the local church, lead to him cultivating his persuasion and compromising. It was on one of these trips to the cities that Samuel met Gabriel, his spirit.

Samuel was traveling alone along an abandoned dirt path, carrying vital pain medication from the city, headed for the town. As he traveled, his horse slowly began to grow restless, eventually stopping entirely. Assuming that the horse was hungry and tired, Samuel went for a walk while it recovered. It was near a dirty pond that Samuel noticed a small, almost crippled-looking bird on the side of the road. A pang of guilt passed through Samuel, as similarities between his childhood and the abandoned creature rose to the forefront of his mind. He reached out to the twitching, pitiable bird and felt a warm, nostalgic feeling emanating from it. As soon as he touched the bird, it gazed at him with glistening eyes and allowed Samuel to take it with him.

1 month later, the bird was fully healed and revealed itself as the spirit Gabriel. Gabriel left the tower to pursue a life of peace, but was assaulted by 2nd evolution spirits and left to die on the side of the road. Gabriel swore fealty to Samuel, serving as his shield in times where Samuel was in need of help, just as Samuel had done for him. With a strong spirit in tow, Samuel decided that he still had enough time to go on one last adventure, and headed out for the tower in order to bring fame and glory to his town.

Personality: Despite his youth, Samuel grew to become a very calm and rational person. Preferring to talk out an issue rather than fight, Samuel simply wishes to help people and watch them grow, just as the priest had done for him. Samuel believes anyone can change for the better and, if given the choice, refuses to kill anyone. Samuel rarely raises his voice above a conversational volume, and the times he does is usually for those at a distance. Samuel would prefer a calm walk through the upper levels of the tower than the thrill-seeking an adventurer usually goes after. One of the very few things that annoys Samuel is people commenting on how he looks older than he actually is. Samuel regrets many of the things he has done in his past and wishes to make amends with those he has wronged.

Skills: Sleight of hand, Diplomacy, Medicine.

License: 32(60) - Controlled

Spirit Companion: Gabriel

Species: Dove

Appearance:


How You Two Met: Background, paragraph 4.

Level One Transformations:

Beast Form: Baby dove

Weapon Form: A shield with a red cross

User Form: Healing Spells
Spells:
-Blessing: Grants an increase to one stat (Caster's choice)
-Recover: Cures 1 Status Ailment

Gabriel's Female Preference:

Goddess: Very attractive women. 10/10s.
Maiden: Standard women.
Lady: Standard women over the age of 30.
Wench: Ugly women/ women who insult Gabriel and/or his friends.
Sow: Have openly berated/ attacked Gabriel.

@Duoya

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Alena & Tania

"H-hello! Might you be in need of assistance in some matter?"

Name
Alena Liatris

Race:
Elf
Sex:
Female

Age
17
Catalyst
Sword (she carries around)

Appearance:
Standing at a lithe and graceful looking five foot seven, Lena, as she prefers to be called looks like your stereotypical elf. Long, bright blond hair falls to her back, typically tied in a braid and not doing much to hide the typical pointed ears of her people. She has bright blue eyes, and a pale, but unblemished complexion. She weighs a fairly light 135 pounds, and doesn't particularly look all that physically impressive if someone were to take an initial look at her, and might find it somewhat comical that she's using a sword about as big as she is.

As far as clothing and attire goes, Lena wears light metal armor mixed with leather cloth in order to maintain a bit of mobility while still allowing for some fairly decent defense. The armor itself is colored in blues and golds, and around her waist is a leather belt with a few pouches on it for storing items.

Background:
Born in Regnum Magnopere, Lena was just like any other elf when she was born into a relatively middle-class family. For the most part, her life was fairly average growing up. Loving parents, a small circle of friends, and for the most part viewed the world with rose-colored glasses. She wanted more than anything, to grow up and be able to help people as an adventurer of sorts. Unfortunately, as she turned fourteen, it became increasingly clear that unlike most other elves, she had little talent for the arcane and for magical studies and things in general. This, well, made the other elves her age shun her somewhat. While they were off doing excellent in academics and arcane studies, she was off struggling to make sense of something as simple as how a rank 1 spirit worked.

She tried not to let it get to her and she kept a more positive outlook. If she wasn't any good with arcane stuff, she'd try to learn swordsmanship. Eventually, she found someone willing to teach an insistent little elf which end you were supposed to stab things with, and how not to stab yourself with the weapon. From the age of fourteen until sixteen, she did her best to learn, until the older swordsman had nothing left to teach and told her if she wanted to get better, go look inside the tower. So she did.

It was difficult getting someone to take her, objectively a novice into the tower, especially higher levels. With a little insistence and persuading though, she finally found someone to humor her and even let her accompany them all the way to level 10! It was an opportunity she wasn't going to pass up. Certainly, she supposed it might have looked like a shady deal to someone else, but for Lena? It was the perfect chance to at least get a little experience.

Maybe someone else would have seen it coming, but Lena didn't. The party was eventually attacked by wild spirits on the floor. A bit more than they could handle themselves...and they conveniently had an inexperienced adventurer they could use as a distraction. Leaving Lena to the more than figurative wolves, they fled. Lena of course, was more than a little terrified and likely would have died if not for the timely intervention of someone who would grow to be her best friend.

"Well, that was fun to watch, elf. Those guys leave you to die...that's pretty terrible. It'd be pretty funny if I could just kill ya, but I think it might be more fun if I help ya."

Tania. For whatever reason, the impish little beast-kin had been watching the whole thing for her own amusement, and decided to help her out. She allowed Lena to contract her, and since then the two have been fairly stalwart companions, with Lena constantly putting up with the pixies selfish seeming whims. Despite that, Lena adores the little spirit, and the spirit has even helped Lena out and helped her understand magic to a basic point, but she is still unable to use it effectively unassisted by her.

Personality:
Bright, upbeat, a bit of a klutz, but somewhat naive, idealistic and simplistic in her world views. At her core, she truly believes that everyone is good, even if they don't know it themselves. Typically, she's all smiles and giggles, and would do anything for anyone she considers a friend or a stranger. She'd be the first to step in if someone needed help with anything. That said, she isn't naive to the point where she won't fight - she will defend herself and others with her sword if need be, even if she would rather talk things out. She abhors fighting, and only sees it as a last resort option for anything. Even in the tower, she only fights things if she has too, preferring to move through them without fighting. Even so, she still hones her skills so that even should she be forced into fighting she can defend herself and the innocent people she has to and does her best to try and keep a level head in most situations.

Unfortunately, at times, she tries to put on a brave and upbeat face when she really isn't alright. Lena suffers heavily from a lack of confidence, as well as a bit of lack of self esteem at times, often questioning whether or not she's good at what she does. She's by no means an expert swordsman, and as much as she tries to convince herself she's a bringer of justice and peace, she more often then not screws up quite a bit at times.

Soul Partner:
Tania
Skills:
-Swordsmanship
-Fairly Agile.
-Can cook fairly well

License: 25(60) - Front Liner

Tania

"Hey, Listen!Fufu...you starin' at something, human? Never seen a beast-kin before? Maybe I should eat you. I bet that'd be fun. What? Think I can't? Pfft, you wanna-oooow. Leeena, he was making fun of me!"

Name:
Tania

Species:
Beast-Kin, Demon
Appearance:
not even a foot tall and her weight probably wouldn't register on a scale, Tania might be best described as a 'Pixie that thinks she's some high-ranking demon lord'. She has a black dress that is cut off just above the knees, and wears long stockings with heels. Bright blue butterfly looking wings extend form her back, with two sharp horns jutting from her forehead, and parting her silvery white hair, with smaller ones in between.

How You Two Met:
See history

recap

Maybe someone else would have seen it coming, but Lena didn't. The party was eventually attacked by wild spirits on the floor. A bit more than they could handle themselves...and they conveniently had an inexperienced adventurer they could use as a distraction. Leaving Lena to the more than figurative wolves, they fled. Lena of course, was more than a little terrified and likely would have died if not for the timely intervention of someone who would grow to be her best friend.

"Well, that was fun to watch, elf. Those guys leave you to die...that's pretty terrible. It'd be pretty funny if I could just kill ya, but I think it might be more fun if I help ya."

Tania. For whatever reason, the impish little beast-kin had been watching the whole thing for her own amusement, and decided to help her out. She allowed Lena to contract her, and since then the two have been fairly stalwart companions, with Lena constantly putting up with the serpents selfish seeming whims.

Level One Transformations:
Animal/Humanoid Form:
Small pixie with horns, see above.

Material Form:
Tania takes the form of a simple, but elegant looking blade.

User Form:
Fusing with Lena causes Lena to be able to use low-level wind spells, mostly buffs to her speed and agility.
Spells:
-Barrier: A small shield of light is formed in front of the user. Not going to be stopping anything big, though.

@Rune_Alchemist

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Character Buisiness

Rashenar the Feeble

Name
Rashenar (Rash - In - Are) the Feeble
Catalyst
A large tooth from an unidentified carnivore.
Race
Orc
Sex
Female
Age
24
Appearance (picture, height, weight, and notable items)

Picture

5'7''
130 lbs
No notable items so far.

Background
Rashenar's mother was one of the few orcs that believed that both a strong body and mind would be best, and often encouraged her daughter to engage in studies. Since there was very few books and even fewer schools where Rashenar grew up, so focused on literacy and magic. She never really did focus on having a strong body, the downfall to continuously studying inside.
Her abilities grew, but she never did get the hang of controlling her magics when in a rage. Rash wanted to learn more than just the simple words and magics, so when she was 19 she went out to find the most difficult power to gain; knowledge. She's been a nomad ever since.

Personality
Rash is extremely stubborn but isn't narrow-minded. She always tries to think outside the box. She is easy to enrage, but also easy to get along with. She is constantly looking for new knowledge and her friendship can be bought through favors and books.

Soul Partner
3 Star
Skills
1. Hiding
2. Planning
3. Creation (Things like making flowers bloom or summoning pebbles. Nothing too crazy.)

Spells
1. Can create small orbs of water. Can be used to land-drown people or make a nice soup broth.
2. Can summon a small beam of energy used to harm and break things.

Ixenkothaesth the Dragon

Name
Ixenkothaesth
aka Fire Tooth
Species
Dragon
Appearance

How You Two Met
Found him on Rash's knowledge quest. Been with him for three years.
Level One
Hatchling (Little baby dragon)
Transformations
1. Small knife.
2. Line of wire. (You know, for strangling people in dark alleys.)
User Ability Thing
Allows Rash to summon and control small fires.

@LordofthePies
INACTIVE

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Vilivyn Vinoriaza & Siren

Vilivyn Vinoriaza

"Victorywillbeours! ... I mean - ahem, let's end them ..."

Standing at 5'6'' with a smirk on her face and long black hair running between the small bat style wings on her back, Vilivyn is usually found wearing one of the black dresses that her step mother purchased her, along with a necklace from her father and a pair of earrings her mom purchased her. The teenager usually wears some combination of black, silver, and pink if given the choice.

Her tail is thin and pointy, usually adorned by some small piece of silver jewelry. Although she will wear one if forced, the girl tends to avoid longer dresses as they tend to restrict the movement of her tail.

Race: Spirit Touched, with a human father and a demonic mother.
Catalyst: The silver band around her tail helps Vilivyn conduct magical powers.
Sex: Female
Age: 17

Backstory

Vilivyn is the product of an adventurer who claimed to have gone above the tenth floor by some mishap and a powerful archdemoness who happened to be wondering the lower levels for some reason. The demoness wanted to exert her power ... and Vilivyn showed up at the doorstep of her father, Anthony Santio, nine months later with a note for explanation. Despite the conditions of her arrival and her appearance the constant reminder of his tormenter, her drunken father raised her to the best of his ability and with as much love as he could muster for the first fourteen years of their life. Although the pair of them were poor and periodically Vilivyn offered herself on the streets ... one day Anthony decided to clean up his act, and ended up getting noticed while performing hard labor by a majestic and noble elven sorceress, Kythela Draíochta.

While one could expect for the story to end her with an abusive stepmother, the opposite instead found itself true - along with her step siblings and soon to come along half sibling, all the children were raised by tutors of various kinds, with Kythela herself assisting the succubus as much as her elven children with training both arcane and mundane. Kythela and Anthony formed a powerful bond, acting as an umbrella for Vilivyn against the racism and hatred that the general population sometimes felt for her.

And after advising caution, both of them were supportive of her reasons to enter the tower. As the daughter of an archdemoness, she had power far beyond her years she needed to hone. As a personal journey, she needed to find her mother and ask her some questions ... and perhaps find someone who could show her a different path. And finally as a journey for all those related to spirits, Vilivyn wants to conquer the tower for her people, to show them their glorious nature. If a party somehow managed to reach the top ... Vilivyn feels that those related to spirits deserve a representative.

Personality: Vilivyn may have suffered a harsh past, but in truth due to her recently privileged background she sometimes forgets the rare racism and poverty, mostly appearing with a smile and the enthusiasm of youth. Sometimes, she tries to get taken seriously for 'the sake of her people', and tends to become purposefully cruel and stern, although it is rather obvious to see through when it is simply an act.

The only thing that seems to be able to get under her skin is racism and people treating her like a succubus - in these cases, she will try to act incredibly happy, but in truth end up being cruel and stern. And she will probably cry in a corner later, depending on the content of what occurred.

Most of the time though, she is headstrong and confident, pretending to ignore the advise of others since she is 'the leader'. However, she will often follow it at a later date, but if asked will say it was her own idea and minimize the other's input.

Skills:
-Flight: Even without Siren combined within her, Vilivyn is still capable of using her demonic heritage to clumsily fly around.
-Demonic Magic: Using her infernal heritage, Vilivyn is able wield darkness to harm creatures of various sizes. So far, she knows two spells in this category.
Hex, which allows for herself and teammates to deal additional damage to a creature, and also allows her to know it's location for about an hour. However, the spell does no damage without the assistance of an outside force.
Arrow of Darkness allows Vilivyn to launch a long ranged projectile created of pure negative energy, gathering up any shadows it passes by to add to it's strength. Light however, reduces the effects of the spell.
-Entrance: As the daughter of a succubus, Vilivyn is capable of entering the dreams of another creature. After several years of practice on willing victims, she is able to use this to see their desires, manipulate their imaginations, and sometimes even change their disposition in person. Additionally, understanding dreams and imagination makes her resistant to any mind altering effects.

Entrance Rules

1. The target has to be asleep, at least for now. She's tried using it on awake targets, but the person had to be willing to receive the effect.
2. It is known that demons of Vilivyn's type use this sort of magic. So if she does use it on a person ... well, there's only one succubus in the party.
3. This is not mind control - perhaps after a month of manipulating someone, she can change their view on something. She simply has the ability to alter what they dream of while they sleep, so she can give a person terrible nightmares or wonderful naps.
4. In regards to desire, it is only in broad terms. So if a person wants love, she will get an emotion of love from that person, even if they have an idea in mind. If Okami wants Lena and only Lena, she will see Lena and get an idea that Okami wants a positive relationship but not of what sort - this isn't absolute understanding especially since most people really don't know exactly what they want in life anyways.

(Note: Not Immunity)
License: 29(60) - Controlled

Siren

Vilivyn received Siren as a gift from her mother within the tower, the small creature landing on her head an refusing to leave until they formed a contract. Although initially irritated at accepting the gifts of her absentee mother and considering accepting a far more powerful familiar offered to her by Kythela, the demoness seems happy with her choice.

Animal Form: A bat that likes eating bugs, especially butterflies. As a spirit Kin, Vilivyn can talk to her familiar and use it somewhat as a seeing eye for places she can't reach.
Material Form: A large Bat wing shaped scythe that would normally be horrendously impractical, but just feels right in Vilivyn's hands. The blade hints at giving off some sort of demonic power down the line ... but for now, it is simply a good weapon.
User Form: When morphing with Vilivyn, Siren grants her mistress the power of explosive flight by expanding Vilivyn's wings, the demoness capable of truly flying rather than the clumsy half-flight her small wings are normally capable of.

@RabidAnubis

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My Hider

Name:
Fortunata

Catalyst:
Katana. It’s like a seal and seals her soul with a spirit to bind them. Though it will only work on willing spirits. Thus, she doesn’t capture those of which don’t want to be captured.

Race:
Kitsune (Spirit-Touched)

Sex
Female

Age
17

Appearance: (picture, height, weight, and notable items)


Height:
5’6” tall

Weight:
105 lbs

Items:
Katana

Background
Fortunata’s mother was a spirit and her father was a human. They both fell in love during the time where people started to build living quarters around the tower. Although as her father was a human, Fortunata’s mother had to watch as her love grew old and died. Years started to past and Fortunata was born within the tower. Her mother warned her of the world outside the walls of the tower and how it was a dangerous place filled with monsters. Therefore, Fortunata lived her life within the walls with her mother till the faithful day where two adventurers and spirits came in. Both the adventurers spent their time looking for something. Fortunata’s mother noticed the unhappy spirits with the adventurers and went to make an exchange with the adventurers for the spirits freedom.

Next thing Fortunata knew her mother had vanished along with the adventurers. Leaving her and the two spirits. Upon approaching the spirits, Fortunata noticed something lying on the ground. A katana. She looked to the spirits and giggles. Little did Fortunata know, these two were the beginning of her understanding of the outside world. Fortunata learnt everything she could from the two spirits and soon they were her friends. A day arised when Fortunata found out what the two adventures wanted…

The katana had the power to seal or unseal a spirit, but only those willing. It was a catalyst…

Personality
Fortunata tends to like to keep to herself besides when she is talking to spirits. She is kind hearted and very forgiving of people’s mistakes. She also doesn’t like to be on her own.

Soul Partner
2-star Sylph (Humanoid)
Cerulle

Material form: Surrounds the katana with the power of wind.
User form: Allows for extra height with her jumps and she gets the same markings on her body as Cerulle

2-star Undyne (Humanoid)
Tsuna

Material form: Surrounds the katana with the power of water
User form: Allows for quick travel within water and same markings on her body as Tsuna

Skills:
1.She knows how to use swords due to her training with the katana
2.She can speak with spirits
3.She is stealthy and quick due to her years within the tower

@Lady Athena

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Alex Reinner

Name: Alex Reinner
Catalyst: A purple crystal hanging on a bit of black thread around his neck.
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Appearance:

Alex appears to be in the prime of his life. While Lithe and agile, there is a certain lean strength about him too. Weighing a comfortable 75kg (none of it fat) and standing up a fair 178cm, Alex could often be described as handsome. But there are many people like him, with messy brown hair and dark eyes. So he’s quite capable of ‘blending in’ with the human population of the city. Alex is often seen with a pen, paper, scrolls, books and stuff like that. One would note that he’s never seen in anything heavier than supple leather.

Background: Born from a lesser noble family, Alex’s entire future was written out the second he came to life. The Reinners always helped the Goodguards. A major noble family within Regnum Magnopere. His early life was filled with a stern education and physical training. Despite his written out destiny, Alex was given some freedom and was allowed to go to a public school for 2 days a week for the sake of social interaction. He gained some friends indeed. Much of that changed over the years. It became clearer and clearer that he was to have a certain use in life, but he hated the fact that his parents never told him what he was going to do. Alex wasn’t a foolish child. He knew the Reinners always helped the Goodguards.

On his 16th birthday, the truth was revealed to him. Bodyguard. Lady Alexis Goodguard, 11 years old would require a bodyguard once she turned 18. This bodyguard would be with her forever. More importantly, while a bodyguard, he would also have to tend to all servant matters. Like writing letters in her name and helping her out of a coach. It was considered the highest of honors, but there was one problem. Alex had not shown any talent in neither of the skills of combat. He was genuinely bad at melee, failing in challenges of both strength and technique. The lack of strength was also evident in archery, where he couldn’t keep his arrow straight. According to various mystics and priests, the boy had an incredible aptitude to psionic power. But they were stunned to learn that Alex had not exhibited the talent at all.

This new infuriated Alex. Believing himself too weak, he forsook any connections with the outside world. He dropped his friends and rarely appeared at family meetings with the Goodguards. In fact, he refused to even see the Lady. Over the years his strength increased, but lacking a sharp eye and still not good enough in the techniques of melee, Alex forsook those endeavours as well. Instead, he pushed himself to unlock his psionic ability.

All in vain, as after nearly 3 years he still could not make any psionic events happen. Beaten and self-destructive, his mother found him in his room. Pitying her own child, she understood that there was but one thing she could do. She took him to a floor in Babel. Into a forest filled with peaceful spirits. The fractured boy look with wonder at the spirits. Dancing through the sky and among the leaves with not a care for the world. Until a feline-like one landed near him. It was then that he noticed his mother had stopped a long distance back and was watching him now. The cat-like spirit looked at him confused. But Alex felt how it was doing so much more than looking. It looked through him, in him, at him. He could only guess that the cat saw a fractured being. One who pained himself due to his lack of talent. He expected the spirit to float away again, finding him unworthy. But the cat remained. In fact, she grew affectionate of him.

A month later and the spirit, which chose the name Nimueh together with Alex, fused for the first time. The fusion served as a strong catalyst with his innate psionic powers. “Unlocking” them in a way. It was on the Lady Alexis’ 14th birthday that Alex himself came. Vowing to her that he’d return in 4 years again. With a retinue of spirits and guardians. Keeping her safe and warm no matter what. Thus his adventure began in the tower of Babel.

Personality: Driven, focused and with a burning fire in his eyes. Alex can be described as intense in a battle. He will not back down from any insult and often pushes himself to the very edge. But he can also be a calm and collected person. Maybe a bit naïve sometimes, but his spirit is slowly teaching him that a cool head prevails over all.

Soul Partner:
3-star beast spirit Nimueh

Skills:
Psionic well – Mystics were pretty amazed to witness such a well of power within Alex. However, he himself cannot tap this well, for some reason or another. He requires to fuse with Nimueh, or have her material form equipped for this. But once he can use it, he can use more psionic powers and they are stronger than they normally should be.

Spirit crafting – Certain spirits like certain objects. Like imbued crystals or grow calm in the presence of certain runes. Spirit crafting is a subset of the crafting skill. Which allows one to make these kind of items. Though recipes and ingredients still need to be bought. However, right now he lacks any real knowledge on the subject. In the future, professional guidance will be required to keep this skill viable.

Trapmaking – Lacking any proficiency with a spear or bow, Alex makes traps to catch small game at the higher floors their wilderness. These traps are often simple snares or net-traps. A single trap won’t be very effective but fill a forest with them and you’re bound to catch something.

License: 15(60) - Sniper

Nimueh

Name: Nimueh
Species: Beast
Appearance:

Nimueh appears as a white, cat-like creature. Though she can “hide” her actual appearance. Once bonded, Nimueh showed herself as a strong Psionics based spirit. Prayer bead-like orbs appeared around her in various colors and a third, eye opened up on her forehead. This is also her level one animal form.

How you two met:
His mother took him to a certain floor in the Tower of Babel to attune himself with the psionic forces there. This is where he met Nimueh. Who, despite not being able to talk human speech, felt both how fractured he was and what power he possessed. She pretty much chose him.

Level One Transformations:
Beast form: The catlike creature with 3 golden eyes and prayer beads orbiting her.

Weapon form: Two of Nimueh's orbs grow and their colors cool down (the others vanish). Resulting in two perfectly shaped black spheres floating on the back of Alex. He can launch these orbs in front of him. They will travel a set range (10m currently) before 'dissolving' and reappear at their place floating on his back. As he currently has only 2 orbs, there is a distinct possibility that he "runs out" of them and must wait until they reappeared on his back.

Fusion form: It is quite apparent when Nimueh fused with Alex. A white gold-like circlet forms upon his head, with an amber gem like Nimueh's middle eye sitting in the middle of it all. He also unlocks his psionic powers:

Powers

- Minor telekinesis
- Psionic ray

No roleplayer.

NO LONGER HERE

@Legion02

[cloudystar]

Faera Nottingham

Name: Faera Nottingham

Race: Spirit-touched, but believes she is simply human. She has the ability to slightly accelerate healing of larger wounds, and her aura naturally makes people around her feel happy and safe.

Sex: female

Age: 17

Cataclyst: Fox pendant (view below in link.)

Appearance:

Stands at 5'4" with a fairly average build, nothing extreme. Faera has sandy gold hair and big fully-lashed auburn eyes, with slightly paler skin. She usually has her hair half-up and wears casual but girly clothing, stuff she can easily move around in. She wears a necklace given to her by Inari to protect her from spirits. (The pendant actually hides her Spirit-Touched aura from others. If it is removed, everyone will be able to tell what she is but her.)

Background: Faera has lived with her father since she was very small, in a medium hut near the woods. She had always thought her mother died when she was too young to remember and never asked about her. Her father became ill towards her sixteenth birthday, and died two days afterwards, but not before telling her that her mother was actually still alive. He said he didn't know where she was or why she left, and asked Faera for his last wish just to ask her why. Faera left home, her only motivation to finally find her mother and fulfill her father's dying wish.

After meeting Inari, she found the Flaming Heart. She knew that this would be a great place to try and search for her mother, and so finally got in as soon as they saw Inari. She has been at the guild ever since, and is somewhat well known there as the "cheery one."

Personality: Faera is quite light-headed. She's often day dreaming and not paying attention to the world around her. She's a playful and childish girl who only wants to make others happy. Faera is outgoing and loves to make new friends, the first to dart over when a new face appears in the guild. Though she may have her head in the clouds, Faera is the kindest soul you will ever meet, and everyone really loves her, even her spirit who calls her 'annoying.' Faera will put her life on the line for anyone, friend or foe, because she believes anyone can be a good person. She's overly trusting, and this is bad for her sake, but she doesn't mind at all. Inari often becomes angry with her because of her infantile ways, but even he has a soft spot for the silly, clumsy, but sweet girl he calls his summoner.

Soul Partner: Inari, the fox spirit.

Skills As mentioned before, she has a small healing ability that slowly mends larger wounds, just slightly accelerating the healing process. Her aura creates a bond with everyone around her, filling the air with peace and joy. Faera also is a fairly good swordswoman, but prefers to talk things out before fighting.
License: 20(60) - Front Liner

Inari

Name: Inari
Species: 3-star Humanoid- Kitsune
Appearance:

Inari is 6'5", with a lithe but slightly lean muscular build. He has very pale, snowy skin with a slightly darker shade of white hair. He has narrow, firm emerald eyes. He has six tails, but hides five of them at most times.
How You Two Met: Faera was walking down a country path at night when a malicious spirit leaped out at her, sensing her strange aura. The girl was attacked and knocked to the floor, and would have died if Inari had not appeared and used his fox fire on the spirit. He, too, could tell she was special though she didn't look like much. He did not feel right letting a 'clumsy idiot' like Faera walk around with such power without protection, and so became her spirit in order to keep her and her power safe from falling into the wrong hands.
Transformations: In his material form, he is a katana, but he almost always is in his humanoid form. If he ever did go into his user form, Faera would be able to use foxfire (basically just throwing fireballs and having a heat/burning resistance) just like he can and will be much more agile.
[Other evolutions are hidden until further notice]

@CherryWitch

[cloudystar]

Baldur Von Belger

"No need to hold back. You are fighting a dead man."

Name: Baldur Von Belger

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 34

Appearance: Standing at over six feet tall and weighing 83 kilograms of muscle, Baldur is an imposing figure indeed, in both stature and features. His face, when not obscured, looks as though it were carved from rock, with skin just as rough-looking. His sharp eyes are a piercing blue, and his hair a sandy blonde, with sideburns, thick eyebrows, and a light beard. His attire is a light set of hide armor, concealed with a wide-brimmed hat and a blood-red cloak. At his waist is kept a large dao broadsword.

Background: Baldur was born on a battlefield: the blasted ruins of a conquered kingdom, far from Regnum Magnopere. From the time his small arms could lift a sizeable rock, he had been forced to fight for his life. He had to fight off the marauders who took the lives of his parents, he had to fight off bandits and beasts to keep what little he had, he had to battle street gangs and thugs in petty wars of tribal loyalty. Rage and hatred burned through his veins with every wound and scar, and so too came strength. Quickly, he learned to turn this strength into profit, serving criminal and noble alike as a claimer of bounties and a hired thug. He thought little of the bones he broke, or the flesh he tore. He had interest in his own life, his own survival, and thought of nothing more.

This changed one fateful night, however, when he journeyed to take the head of a wanted man: a master swordsman. When the two clashed, Baldur found the strength he took such pride in worthless. The swordsman danced between his blows and struck with a swiftness he had never seen. Though never cutting deep, the swordsman defeated him utterly and disappeared into the night, sparing Baldur's life. Though Baldur seethed with anger and rage at being defeated, something welled up within him he had not felt his whole life. A desire, a dream...a goal: defeat the swordsman. And he would chase that dream across nations, hunting for every rumor, every scrap of information he could find to locate the warrior who bested him. Many times, the two would cross paths and clash again, and every time, Baldur was struck down and spared. One day, however, at the end of another sound thrashing, the swordsman spoke to him, questioning his perseverance in the face of endless defeat. Baldur merely spat, proclaiming his dream of seeing the swordsman beaten at his feet. There was silence between them for some time, before the swordsman offered to teach him to wield a blade, so that he might see his dream come true.

Though for many years he traveled and learned much under the swordsman, the one thing he never learned was his name, as the warrior claimed not to have one. This meant little to Baldur, as his knowledge of battle was all he really wanted. He learned swiftly, showing great talent, and over the years of travel earned a reputation as a formidable duelist. He learned other things from the nameless swordsman as well: how to read, how to write, how to properly present himself...but perhaps the greatest thing he learned from him was Honor. For all his life, battle to him was merely a part of living as simple and detached as breathing. With swordsmanship, it was different. There was an art to it....a talent. Where he had once felt nothing for his opponents, he now felt a respect, a faint comraderie among warriors....there was a thrill to the fight, a rush, a purpose. Baldur grew to love fighting in a way a poet loves wordplay, an artist...with war as his canvas.

When the day came that Baldur chose to cross swords with his mentor again, there was a pang of regret in his heart, to strike down the man who taught him so much. The battle raged from dawn until dusk. Both men, once miles apart in terms of skill, now fought on even footing. It was a dance unlike any he had danced in his life. To walk along the razor's edge of life and death so tightly was ambrosia to both men, the pinnacle of their lives.

And then, as the moon rose, Baldur struck the killing blow, and it all came to a stop.

There was no fanfare, no emotional moment, no heartfelt parting words from his master. He simply fell to the ground, dead. The student knelt by his corpse until the sun rose again, staring at his still, lifeless body. The many years of learning, of travel, the joys and sorrows...it all came to an abrupt end. Baldur's dream was fulfilled, and he was alone.

The decade following, Baldur wandered from nation to nation, selling his sword arm to whatever army would take him. His time as a soldier for hire led him through countless wars, in which he cultivated a reputation as a dervish of death on the battlefield, known and feared far and wide. Desperately, he chased the thrill of a grand duel he once felt, but there was little honor to be found in these wars. Once again, battle had lost its luster. Once again, it was simply another thoughtless part of his life. During a skirmish in a worthless plot of land, Baldur was struck by an ambush, and was mortally wounded. Left lying on his back in a pool of blood, amidst an empty battlefield strewn with the dead, Baldur was content to stare up at the sky. His struggle was over, and he was ready to see his life end where it had began.

Fate, it seemed, had a different plan for him. For at that moment, a peculiar creature came floating by.

A squid, swimming through air as though it were water, came within reach, staring at Baldur with bulbous eyes. As if by some peculiar whim, Baldur reached out with a lacerated arm and touched it. Suddenly, the squid vanished, and a pain shot through his arm, followed by his entire body. For hours he writhed on that lonely battlefield, before the pain began to dull. He watched himself with awe and horror as cuts knit themselves shut, and bones realligned. His body was repairing itself, and in his mind, he could hear a faint whisper, as wispy yet forceful as the wind.

"The Tower, The Tower, We Must Go To The Tower"

Baldur, given another chance at life when the world thought him dead, began to wander, the words in his mind repeating themselves now and again, like a mantra. Feeling a sense of gratitude and renewed purpose, Baldur chose to seek this "Tower." A search which has brought him to the legendary city, and the Tower of Babel.....

Personality: Baldur is typically a rather quiet man, unused to the prospect of adventuring with others. He will often not speak his mind on a topic unless asked of it, preferring to let his actions speak for him. When he does speak, however, he is often wistful and poetic, even when the situation doesn't really call for it. Baldur has an unshakeable sense of honor and a personal code of ethics. He has little respect for cowards, and those who let fear rule over them, and will often express his disdain for them openly or mock them. To his foes in combat, however, he's quite respectful. He never holds back in a fight, but will often give single opponents respite, or aid, to make the fight as even and fair as possible. Battle is the only thing he feels gives him purpose, and he lusts for it at every opportunity, dreaming of another honorable duel with a warrior who is his equal.

Soul Partner: ???

Skills:
-Master Swordsmanship
-Great Strength
-Toughness

NOTE: Heavy internal damage within his body currently hinders his ability to fight.

License: Given by Church of the Lord - Front Liner

???

"The Tower, The Tower, We Must Go To The Tower."

Name: ???

Species: Beast, Squid

Appearance: A small, pitch black squid, moving through the air as though it were the sea.

How You Two Met: Saved Baldur's life by bonding with him as he lay dying on a battlefield. Now urges him to the Tower of Babel with the only words it ever speaks.

Level One Transformations:
Animal/Humanoid Form: A squid.

Material Form: A small, black, wickedly curved dagger.

User Form:
Fusing with Baldur gives him slow-acting regenerative abilities. This is the form it is in the most, as the regeneration ability it provides is what keeps Baldur from succumbing to his mortal internal wounds and dying.

@MacDuffy

[cloudystar]

Hider

Name:
Rolle

Catalyst:
A custom 'Ace of Hearts' playing card.

Race:
Hybrid Halfling-Elf

Sex:
Male

Age:
Middle-aged, but not known.

Appearance:
A strange mix of races makes for a strange appearance. Rolle stands at 1m14, a respectable height for a halfling which is helped by his Elven heritage. His face is smooth and well-cared for, complimented by a surprisingly small nose and thin lips. Rolle's eyes are beady and a deep, unnatural gold. The left eye is covered by a black turban, which also hides his hair. He weighs about 23kg, with a rather athletic physique despite the age. His skin is well-toned and his clothes consist of white linnens and brown furs. A simple white shirt with a simple walnut brown, sleeveless, fur jacket is all Rolle needs for the upper part with chocolaty brown, baggy pants covering the legs. His boots are of simple leather, no gimmicks attached. Rolle has a belt around his waist with various pouches and holsters, both for keeping his throwing knives and belongings in check.

Background:
A mysterious traveler from the deserts, he's not known to share his past. Rolle showed up one day in the city of Babel with Lionae at his side, putting on stage magic shows and indulging in some minor gambling here and there. He never gave his last name, if Rolle is even his true name. The man simply says he wishes to join the expedition for personal reasons, not sharing what those reasons are.

Personality:
Very secretive and unwilling to talk about himself, but jovial when it concerns everyone else. He can be a bit of a smug snake at times, but means well. Prefers to talk his way out of any given situation rather than fight or resign himself to his fate.

Skills:

*Throwing expertise

*Acrobatics

*Stage magic

License: Given by Church of the Lord - Side-Winder

Soul Partner

Name:
Lionae

Species:
Beastkin

Appearance:
At first glance, you'd think she was a small child playing dress-up. She's a bit taller than Rolle, standing at 1m27, though you wouldn't mistake her for being older. Her face is still immature, with large hazel eyes. Her golden fur is almost silky smooth, betraying the girl's youth. She doesn't wear any clothes because her fur covers her for the most part, with the only places lacking it being around the collarbone, belly and on her cheeks. Lionae's hands and feet are paws, yet she's perfectly capable of standing bipedal and functioning like a human would. A short tail sticks out from behind her, with the signature tuft of hair all lions have, colored black.

How they met:
Rolle found Lionae out in the desert, or so he claims. She was hungry, and Rolle fed her out of the kindness of his heart. Nobody knows for sure in what way Rolle and Lionae bonded, but neither of them seemed willing to share anything more than that vague tale.

Level one transformations:

*Material: Cat o' nine tails

*Fusion: Rolle inherits the strength and agility of a lion, or at least those of a lion cub. His eyes change to match the feline's, alongside his feet and hands changing to the cub's paws.

*Standard: A human-lion hybrid, though still a cub for now.

NO LONGER HERE

@Ammokkx

[cloudystar]

✦ Kiara Bastion ✦

Kiara ✦ Bastion
^{Height: 155 cm ✦ Weight: 67 kg ✦ Age: 19 Years}

"The fate of me and those around me are one and the same."

_{✦ N A M E ✦}

Kiara Bastion

_{✦ C A T A L Y S T ✦}

A blue pendant that she wears around her neck at all times.

_{✦ R A C E ✦}

Human

_{✦ G E N D E R ✦}

Female

_{✦ B I O G R A P H Y ✦}

A girl who has no recollection of her past life before becoming a traveler in search of the Tower of Babel. Of if she does, she doesn’t do a good job of telling other people. Memories are few in between, especially in the last majority of her life. Instead, all she must go by is a name and a strange sword. Taking blade in hand, Kiara wanders the earth in search of purpose and identity. In that time, she has found allies in several the people she’s met across the land. Whether she has recovered her memory and is merely feigning amnesia is a different issue entirely.

_{✦ P E R S O N A L I T Y ✦}

Originally a staunch advocate for "justice and truth", the harsh reality of the world has made Kiara a bit cynical over the years. Despite this, she still cares deeply for the people most close to her and still retains a sense of duty when it comes to helping other people. She likes to keep up an image of carelessness and humor, especially amid combat. However, this free nature of hers can lead to dangerous results when faced with an enemy's intent on killing.

Although generally working alongside any fellow traveler she meets, Kiara very much has her own agenda, though it's nothing for others to be concerned with. All she wants is to obtain her own goals; whatever that may be. She does not view herself as inherently good as she does not believe in a world so black and white.

If something seems like the right thing to do, she will do it, even if it does end up causing trouble later down the line. In this respect, she can appear naive and sometimes even selfish. But in the end, she'll use her blade only when it is backed by her full resolve and devoid of doubts.

_{✦ S O U L P A R T N E R ✦}

Look to @KoL and @Lonewolf685 for that.

_{✦ S K I L L S ✦}

Kiara’s sole unnatural ability is the power to tamper with people’s memories and make them forget about her existence, though only got a duration of five minutes. Doing so consumes her own energy and that effect is greatly increased if her abilities are forced onto individuals. Erasing small fragments is usually what she goes for but a worst-case scenario can involve wiping herself clean from someone’s memory completely….at the cost of her own mentality. Other than that, she’s an adept swordswoman as well as a natural singer apparently.

License: Given by The Flaming Heart - Controlled

✦ Theme ✦

Artemis: Kiara's 2-Star Spirit

Name:
Artemis.

Species:
Humanoid.

Appearance:
Having around a meter and half from head to toes and a lithe physique doesn't make Artemis the most intimidating of the Spirits. In fact, Artemis would look completely indistinguishable from you run-off-the-mill human if not for having a certain the aura of power that Artemis seems to emanate. Artemis' battle outfit is quite practical, though maybe it shows a bit more than it should. However, the Spirit is also seem trotting around in a more casual getup, especially when Artemis feels up for trouble. Lastly, but not least, there's a small rumor, that you shouldn't totally pay heed to that maybe, just maybe, there's a chance of Artemis being "more than meets the eye". But, no one would pay attention to such baseless rumors, would they?

How You Two Met: Kinda up for @TheWindel's decision.

Level One Transformations:
— Human Form: As described above.

— Material Form: A long chain-whip, with a weighed end. Can be used to all sorts of bondage and whip tricks.

— User Form: Dies Kiara's eyes and hair a shade or two towards purple and gives her a cool beret as a freebie. This form improves Kiara's natural powers, increasing their duration and reducing their energy comsumption.
RP-er: @KoL

Roma: Kiara's 2-Star Spirit

Name:
Roma

Species:
Humanoid.

Appearance:
A young woman appearing younger then her proclaimed age. While her attire may change, it will always be in the vain of Japanese kimonos, socks, and sandals with nothing else. Contrary to her fellow spirit in bondage to Kiara, she has nothing to hide and makes no effort to do so, much to Artemis' dismay. Will often stare at people with dead eyes, earning her the nickname of "The Eel" from Kiara and Artemis.

How You Two Met: Had once abducted Kiara and bound her with Artemis, but soon came to the decision she would find more amusement in allowing herself to be bound in service.

Level One Transformations:
— Human Form: As described above.

— Material Form: A perfectly balanced golden knife, easily handled in the hands of novice or master. Has a serrated back edge perfect for slicing rope, webbing, and clothing.

— User Form: A roomy overcoat worn by Kiara. So long as it is worn, Kiara gains minor powers of electrokinesis. While it only extends to a space within a few feet past arms reach, it is capable of electrocuting or manipulating anything that falls into this range with a great deal of control. As expected, Kiara is also resistant to being electrocuted herself while wearing Roma's User Form.

RP-er: @Lonewolf685

NO LONGER HERE

@TheWindel

[cloudystar]

Character Sheet Info

"I can't hold back any longer! HAH, ABYSSAL IGNIS!... sounds grandeur, right?"

Name:
"I am a enigmatic wanderer that stupifies all opponents! Swoons all vixens as if they were under a hex! Inspires awe and trepidation into others! I am the grand and almighty!... wait for it..."

"LUX OF THE DIMMING NOIR!"

"... I'm sorry, what? Last name? Er, confidential?"

Catalyst:
"No one shall discover the source of my sorcery! I have cleverly taken many cautious efforts to ensure no one can ever garner such imposing secrets that could wrought the world with undulating horror for the next century!... or two... quite possibly three."

Lux actually ended up grafting his catalyst, a purple crystal that's around the size of his fist, possibly smaller, into the middle of his chest. While the process was an extremely painful, Lux thought it would be a good idea in the long run, though the spirit he is partnered with says otherwise.

Race:
"Why I may look to be an ordinary human, BUT THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WANT YOU TO THINK, HA HA! Deceived once again by the marvelous Lux!"

Just an ordinary human with a quirk for being quirky.

Sex:
"Why yes! Plenty of s-... wait why are you stopping m-, hold on... Oh... oh?... Oh."

"Err... I am one of two amazing genders! A great, formidable male!"

Age:
"Age? Hah! I am an ageless being, whose immortality knows no bounds..."

Lux is actually twenty-two years old... yet he still acts... peculiar.

Appearance:
Lux, as he calls himself stands pridefully six feet one, appears to be just an ordinary human, aside from his outstanding clothes. His hair is jet black, mostly unkempt for his own personal reasons. While his eyes are hidden behind the mask, Lux has dull olive hued eyes and his complexion is lighter on the saturation. While appearing lithe and unremarkable, his body type under the clothes seem to lean towards athleticism with a weight around one-hundred sixty-five pounds.

For clothing, almost all of his attire seems to be composed of a sabled hue, save for a gray shirt underneath his vest. He has a mask donned on with a simple, but sharp design on the edges of it. The shirt he sports may make his body look a little bigger, but it's just leather underneath his attire for some defense just in case. Lux also carries a satchel with him. Unsurprisingly, it's also black.

When he isn't wearing anything on his torso, there is a byzantium tinted crystal painfully embedded into his chest. It's possible to see some of the bone; burn and cut scars utilized in this process are rather fresh.

Background:
Lux's story begins... well, where to begin? Lets step right into the meaty parts of the tale.

First off, Lux was one of the few members who encompassed a relatively new mercenary group which grew to be known as the Bizarre Trailblazers. Living up to their name, they all had strange quirks about them which society failed to accept, whether it was Lux's constant theatrical mannerisms in speech or Krem's guidance by voices which cause her to act in certain... precedents. Regardless, the dysfunctional group managed to hold steadfast; what they were seeking was unknown, but they all shared the same goal.

To one day scale the Tower of Babel and discover what's at the top. Lux was around the age of fifteen during the time the group was being conceived, making him one of the youngest senior members of the group. His claim to fame was that he was formerly a part of a troupe of gypsies who wandered, entertaining guests with their mysticism, but were wiped out when they were marked as heretics. Of course, no one can assert whether or not he speaks the truth.

Still, over the course of their travels, they learned new things, shared secrets, and grew into a properly function team, surprisingly. They actually managed to gain a reputation of being famous, but peculiar warriors, though they are far from being celebrities.

During their journey, each of them came into contact with a spirit and formed a contract with them. At the age of seventeen, Lux actually garnered his partner from the remains of a crumbling villa in what appeared to be quite the literal ghost town. One of the few who could identify the spirits swirling about were unable to move on, always listlessly glaring at something. While feeling almost powerless to do anything, they at least attempted to erect a graveyard, which lead to Lux discovering that purple crystal.

Upon grabbing it, he felt a presence in the shape of a wrapped being appear before his very eyes. Frightened, he put on a bravado which entertained the spirit. He, however saw something more in the boy and requested one thing.

A contract.

After a few hours of constant badgering and debating, the spirit became instilled into the group. Many groans would be heard from the faceless ghost as he traveled with each fellow.

Eventually, after five more years of preparation, they believed themselves readied and confident for the challenge involving the tower. Returning back to their home country, the growing group of mercs now seek to test their skills and procuring whatever lies at the top of the tower.

"Hah! Nothing shall halt our souls! Nothing shall delay our blazing glory! In the name of the Bizarre Trailblazers, I, the magnificent Lux will stake our groups name at the crest of the heavens! We shant be stopped!"

Personality:
Brash and loud, Lux exhuberates an air of confidence and liveliness with each passing action. He doesn't seem at all downtrodden and isn't a defeatist when put in what appears to be a hopeless situation. Instead, he sticks his guns and goes all out if he can with a bright smirk centered on his face. Along with that, his own speech can boil down to be rather... strange and can end up being somewhat annoying. It almost puts him at the height of arrogance, though the only thing preventing him from being this is the fact that he compliments his own allies with a similar prose.

In reality, his quirky mannerisms with speech are utilized as a cover up for his shortcoming of not understanding how to approach another and have a proper conversation with another person. He doubts his own abilities when it comes to conversing and can display previous signs of nervousness that didn't exist before when requested to speak normally. Lux is by no means prideful to the point of it being a sin, but rather he wishes this wouldn't get in his way when conversing with others. In truth, he does enjoy the current way he talks, but only to a certain degree.

Soul Partner:
"Gerald the Forlorn is my partner! I could not ask for a superior spirit than he!"

Skills:
Grace, finesse, and caffeinated kangaroos
While he does understand the function of armor, he prefers mobility over defense, relegating evasiveness as the best type of safeguard. With some personal training from the band of misfits he traveled with, he is able to swiftly and gracefully dance around an opponent, whether in a literal sense or an acrobatic sense.

One with the shade, my Fell Blade strikes
Another thing he learned was garnered from both his family and his newfound allies. While not the best, he certainly understands the basics of offense and defense, along with a little more info. He prefers to use this for recreation versus fighting however.

EBONY MYSTICISM FROM THE DARKEST OF SABLED SHADOWS
Born with an innate sense for magic, Lux had ironically been granted power over darkness!... more specifically, anything related to the shadows. He can only perform two feats with magic, but his arsenal is gradually expanding. To perform any of his magic, he needs an area of dark space.

-Shadowmeld:
Lux melts into the shadows, entering what he dubs as the "The Unending Black Sea." In layman's terms, it's known as the shadow realm. When he enters and exits, he looks to almost be a melting pile of black goo that is either receding or rebuilding itself. Whenever he enters into the shadow realm, he can traverse the barren land via "swimming" or "flying" in a sense. The only thing stopping him from traversing this landscape is light.

If light shines on a specific area and he goes into it, that part of his body will feel a burning sensation and will be paralyzed. Depending on what part of his body, such as his foot or hand getting stuck in there will be no big deal as he can just yank it out of the illuminated area. However, if something like his head or body gets stuck in there, then he will have to wait for said light to completely vanish before moving again.

To return back to the world, Lux must break past "clear" barrier which shows the real world. This barrier can be compared to water as when he shatters the area, ripples form around it.

In a nutshell, it's useful for stealth and scouting missions.

-Dark Forge:
Using the shadows, Lux can create items, albeit slowly, making them whole enough to use. These items can range from armor to blades that the party can utilize, as well as him. The time dependent on how long he works on it will equal the durability behind the weapon or item. If he focuses on the item a little longer, then the durability will be increased tremendously. On the plus side, there is nearly no weight with this items.

However, Lux can only craft items as big as him and these don't even last as long as "real items" such as a steel sword or a small leather pouch. The longest one of these items can last is a day and even then the item would have to be as large as Lux. This isn't even taking wear and tear into account too. Crafting in general can take a long time too, as for example, making a shadow blade of average quality can take about five minutes, a full set of armor taking from around twenty-five to fifty minutes.

Attempting to store them in the shadow realm won't exactly do the items any justice either since they are one with the shade. They last up to one hour in the realm before dissipating and returning to where it came. The durability is slowly drained over this period of time.

When destroyed, the item in general begins to melt and turn into a black glob as it ebbs back into the shadows.

License: Given by The Flaming Heart - Sidewinder

Spirit Companion

"Why does my companion have a couple'a screws off? Seriously, out of all th' people who I contract, I end up grabbin' one outta the loony bin! Ugh... at least he is half-competent at magic..."

Name:
Gerald Luzpin

Species:
Humanoid

Appearance:
Gerald is about six feet in height, around the same height as his ally, but slightly shorter than Lux by about an inch. The only thing you could configure from his weight are the black wrappings obscuring his features, but even then they wouldn't weigh much. There really isn't anything else to say, other than his semitransparent features which are difficult to discern and the black particles that emanate from him every once in a while. The only item that can't be identified on his visage is his face.

How You Two Met:

An Excerpt from Lux's Backstory

During their journey, each of them came into contact with a spirit and formed a contract with them. At the age of seventeen, Lux actually garnered his partner from the remains of a crumbling villa in what appeared to be quite the literal ghost town. One of the few who could identify the spirits swirling about were unable to move on, always listlessly glaring at something. While feeling almost powerless to do anything, they at least attempted to erect a graveyard, which lead to Lux discovering that purple crystal.

Upon grabbing it, he felt a presence in the shape of a wrapped being appear before his very eyes. Frightened, he put on a bravado which entertained the spirit. He, however saw something more in the boy and requested one thing.

A contract.

After a few hours of constant badgering and debating, the spirit became instilled into the group. Many groans would be heard from the faceless ghost as he traveled with each fellow.

Level One Transformations:

Animal/Humanoid Form:
A translucent human spirit who is about the size of Lux, possibly shorter; body and face is mostly obscured by the wraps on him.

Material Form:
When transformed, Gerald takes the form of an elegant dagger.

User Form:
Merging with Lux, Gerald gives his partner two unique powers. One allows him to completely be unaffected by physical strikes as if he was a ghost himself (it just means attacks go right through him). However, he cannot retaliate properly since he is ethereal, making him unable to deal damage like this.

The next power is simplistic, but it allows him to utilize is shadow magic with superior speed. Since he can only merge into the shadows, or create corporeal, solid items from it so far like a temporary wall, armor, or swords, it just means Lux can perform these feats faster (i.e. become one with the shadows quicker, solidify his "shadow" gear, etc.). It doesn't make these items permanent, however.

NO LONGER HERE

@Savo