[CHAR] The Magical Plight ( REBOOT )

[Ashevelendar]

Non-Magi Character and their players :

Alexis Ben'Ghazad : @Ashevelendar
Luca Stormgrim : @Kyrisse
Isabella : @Caits
Kyras Bleakwater : @Shadow Daedalus

Magi Character and their players :

Landvarian : @BlackPanther
Kahleni Malnin : @Xandrya

[Ashevelendar]

Alexis Ben'Ghazad

Name : Alexis Ben'Ghazad
Race : Elfan
Gender : Female
Background : The Blade Dancer
Age : 26
Appearance :
Fur Color : N/A
Eye color : Green
Height : 1.9 meters
Skills : - Dual Wield
- Bow shooting
- Can survive in the wild
History : Ever since Alexis was born, her life was one of a constant fight. Either with her other children or simply her instructors. She fought and fought and fought some more, getting better at fighting the almost any other Blade Dancer she met but that also meant she attracted the attention of the Empire. The day before she would be 20, a contingent of 10 Templar and 5 Grand Templar came to the woods of the Elfan. They were tasked with recruiting her into the Templar army. At first she didn't like that she would never see her beloved woods but after 6 years of constant fighting with bandits, rogue Templar and sometimes, at her great displeasure, killing Magi she started to like being a Templar. All her worries ended, more or less, when she was rose to the rank of Grand Templar and sent to the Citadel to be a guard for the locked Magi in there. She is probably the only Templar there that didn't hated the Magi for what they were born with and always treated Magi better than the other Templar.
Predisposition to the Magi : Takes pity on the Magi
Personality : Alexis is the kind of a woman that would never say no to a fight. She is loyal to her friends and always ready to help. To Magi, she is helpful when she can but that got her to be more or less hated by other Templar.
Notes ( things purely for story ) : She has a tattoo on her neck in the form of a blade. The official sign that she is a Blade Dancer.

[Kyrisse]

Luca Stormgrim

Luca Stormgrim

Do you know what it feels like to be truly alone?

Alias :
Silver Storm / Storm

Race :
Human

Gender :
Male

Age :
24

Height :
6 feet

Hair Color :
White Silver

Eye Color :
Blue

Appearance :

Background :

The Assassin

Personality :

Luca is a very reserved and private person that prefers to be alone more often than not. While he is not averse to interacting with people and can hold a decent conversation, he may choose not to respond to questions and almost always remains silent during conversations. He rarely laughs and have only been seen to smile twice. Because of this, he can come across as cold and peevish. He is extremely observant and notices things most people don't, a trait that makes him an excellent judge of character, if not perfect. He is also, ironically, empathic but refuses to show it.

He downplays his abilities and usually displays only what is necessary, making him almost look relaxed while fighting. He has only shown the extent of his skills once and has never repeated it again. It was what earned him the name Silver Storm and made him qualify as a Templar.

Skills :

Life Skills:

Cooking: While not a culinary genius, he makes decent food that he makes sure are nutritious.

First Aid: Basic life support.

Resilience: Luca adapts well to life tasks in the face of social disadvantage or highly adverse conditions.

Weapon Skills:

Blade Storm: Luca's excellent speed and exceptional ability with the blade allows him to create a quick storm like attack. The chain connecting his blades creates an illusion of a vortex as he spins it with deadly accuracy.

Shuangbian: A particularly elegant looking fighting style that utilizes the movements of Wushu (chinese martial arts) that uses his chained blades as whips.

History :

Born to a family of assassins, Luca was trained to be one at a very young age. Having chosen a particularly difficult weapon to master, he trained day and night, often injuring himself with the sharp blades. Both his parents, being hardened veterans in the field and being hired killers for the Empire, always acted callously and turned a blind eye to his cries of pain. He would often fall asleep where he trained, too exhausted to even care that he had not eaten the whole day.

His father, time and again, told him that there should be no space for emotions in their line of work and worked hard to instill this into the young boy. His mother was more forgiving in the sense that she always treated the young boy's many cuts and bruises. However, that was all the affection he ever received, the efforts he had put into his training often unacknowledged and unrecognized. As a result, he often thought that it wasn't enough and always doubled his efforts in proving how far and how good he had gotten.

The training method passed down onto his family was extremely effective but it made Luca grow into a very reserved and quiet young man. He never sought out affection nor did he expect any complements or gratitude.

At the young age of 19, he was brought by his father to the Citadel. He was pitted against the best of the best and with such a big audience, Luca, for the first time, felt that desperate need to prove himself to his parents and gain their approval. He unleashed his full potential that even the old couple, for a moment, looked afraid of him. The look on their faces, made him pull back, just in time before he annihilated his opponent.

After the fight, he was ushered into the Citadel, never even given the chance to say goodbye to his parents. That was the last time he ever saw them.

Were his parents so afraid of him that they decided to just leave him there?

It was a question he would never be able to find the answer to as he received news three years later that his father succumbed to an infection and his mother died in the line of duty.

Predisposition to the Magi :

Neutral

Notes :

Weapon:

Luca uses double blades attached to each other by a long chain.

[BlackPanther]

Landvarian

Name : Landvarian

Race : Kil'garen

Gender : Male

Mana ( everyone starts with 100 mana and it regenerates by 5 each post ) : 100

Age: 19

Appearance ( picture / description if no picture is found ) :
Landvarian is quite large at a staggering 6 for 3. Being 19 means he's not growing just yet either. His muscles are lean but well toned as if he's been doing push ups in his spare time (he has). His ears are quite large which has given him the hated nickname of "bunny Mage" (his face shape with the ears is like a serval). His eyes are a reddish pink and in the night can be both off putting and a tad bit terrifying with a pupil of black cutting through them. His tail is not the longest tail, but it's not tiny either. His feet are angled and more cat like with his hands being paw like hands. He is capable of walking on all fours with ease due to this. His claws are clear yet still tough and kept trimmed short to prevent any scratching.

Fur Color: Albino White

Eye color : Reddish Pink or dark pink

Height : six foot three

Predisposition to Non-Magi : indifferent

Spells ( be creative here and remember that a race may only learn magic from only one Magic school ) ( 2 simple spells and 1 complex ( you need to have a good reason to know this spell and not be sent to the Death Row ) ) ( ALSO: Remember to write a mana cost for each spell ) :
-Push or pull: (kinetic) Can pull or push small objects. The bigger the object the harder and more mana it costs. That and since he hasn't been able to practice his "mind muscle" isn't big at all. Biggest he can actually manage this would be a pawn chess piece. Mana cost: 5 mana

-Fire: (Elemental) can create and control fire. Though it's very small fire. Mana cost: 10 mana (longer he tries to control it the more it costs)

-Lightning: (elemental) Can create balls or strands of lightning. This is his most powerful and deadly ability. He can aim it and manipulate it to cause massive damage. Mana cost: 50
(He learned this through random testing. Being odd he was choosen to test his strength. He was smart enough to pretend he could not learn this and it was a hard process mentally and physically.)

History ( all the Magi are sent to the Citadel since they are born so here you should write stuff like...how he/she likes the place ( even if it's a prison ) or things like this ):
Landvarian was born as one of the Magi and was cursed to live in fear of itself and others. Soon after he/she was born, Landvarian was captured by the Templar and sent to live at the Citadel, where he still remains. Whatever his parents were didn't matter but living in a prison cell, in absolute darkness and without much food can make wonders on the body. Landvarian has gained the skill to see in darkness better than normal people and have the ability to go without food or water much more time than normal, also another skill they've gained is that they are able to eat spoiled food without being afraid of getting sick. Alas' this upbringing also cause some problem to Landvarian, his lack of knowledge to anything not magical will be a serious handicap in the future.

Landvarian was abandoned as soon as his parents realized that he was a magi. This saved their own lives, but resulted in terribleness for him. They found him in a forest alone and vulnerable. The only thing that prevented him from being killed was the rarity of him. Albinos are not exactly common...albino magi Kil'garen are even more rare. He's kept as a sort of shiny show off piece yet still treated as terrible if not more so then the rest. Kept in the dark yet often stared at by the people who bring his food. A "look what we have" sort of objectification that has lead to a rooted dislike toward humans in particular.

He got used to this and almost seems to have an air of irritation around him on a daily basis. Then, at the age of sixteen he was dragged out for a completely different reason. A test. They gave him a spell and pretended to encourage him to learn it. He was suspicious to say the least and pretended to be unable to complete the spell. They took this as him not being powerful or being too stupid and spared him. Little did they know he retained the spell and knew it well.

Personality :
Landvarian is smart. For someone who has never seen the outside except to be shown off, he is able to keep his wits about him and calculate the situation to his favor. He has developed a sort of self first outlook. To survive he puts himself first and others second. This makes him seem like an ass but he feels he needs these walls for his own good.

Notes ( things purely for story ) :

[MarshiestMallow]

isabella

Isabella

Name :
Isabella "Izzy" Thornton

Race :
Elven

Gender :
Female

Background :
Izzy comes from a long line of the legendary Elfan Blade Dancers. Warriors that were fighting with two swords while also having a bow and a quiver with them. She has learned how to dual wield swords and is a better fighter than most other warriors, her training also allowed her to develop an almost inhuman agility but living with Elfan every day of her life, Izzy was taught that Elfan are superior than the other races. Also her training was focused on speed rather than strength and 'thus she is slightly weaker than other races.

Age:
20

Appearance:

Eye color :
Gray

Height :
5'5

Skills
Izzy is skilled in the use of blades, bow and arrow, and daggers.
Izzy has a small knowledge of how to treat injuries and aliments, but not much
Izzy is a fine hunter

History
Izzy was raised in the way of blade dancing, raised to carry on the family tradition. She parted ways when she was old enough, and slowly worked her way to the citadel. She was well aware of the trapped Magi there, and thought if she got in, she could do something about that.

Predisposition to the Magi:
She has nothing against magi.

Personality :
Isabella is a strong, independent woman. Isabella has learned to be strong, simply to survive and beat what she thinks is a crappy system. She is also a very compassionate and caring individual, wanting others to be happy. Even when things seem bad, she always put on a brave face. She is also very optimistic, seeking to see the good in things and what could happen, rather then dwelling on what was happening.

She is quite a bright young woman, intelligent, skillful, diligent strong willed and a bit of a dreamer, Isabella keeps hope when no one else does. She has an inner strength she seeks when she feels she can't go on, and is quite dedicated to what she does.

While she is kind, she doesn't show her softer side to too many people, in order not to be taken advantage of. She only shows that side to those she truly cares about.

Isabellas main strength is her ability to see the good in others. She seeks to focus on positives, instead of negatives. Her greatest strength comes from her faith in others, believing in people, got her through the early aspects of her life. Isabella has some trouble with nightmares. Her inability to talk about it can be crushing for her, and she finds it hard to confide in anyone

Notes ( things purely for story ) :

[Xandrya]

Kahleni

Name: Kahleni Malnin

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Background: Magi

Mana: 100

Age: 19

Appearance: Kahleni has white hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. She looks average for her age, although some may confuse her for a younger individual given that she’s borderline underweight.

Character image

Fur Color: N/A

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 5’5

Predisposition to Non-Magi: Kahleni is not too fond of non-magi--for obvious reasons--but likewise, she's also terrified of them. The fact that they can end her life for any minute reason leads the young mage to be as well-behaved as possible whenever they drop off her food.

Spells

• Kahleni can manipulate the blood of any race or creature. She is able to aid an injured being by stopping the bleeding from their wound. The larger the wound, the more mana is used.
  Mana: 25/100
• Her other spell can be used on unconscious individuals. Kahleni will place her hand over someone's heart, which will in turn send a burst of energy to said organ in order for it to start beating again. This spell doesn't guarantee the individual will regain consciousness as there could be other illnesses or diseases hindering their otherwise perfect state of health.
  Mana: 30/100

History: Not much to say. Kahleni is the average mage whose parents were killed upon her birth. She’s been a prisoner for as far as she can remember, and after so many years of being alone, she’s created entire universes in her mind to pass the time. That, and work on whatever weak spells she can. The only reason Kahleni hasn’t committed suicide just yet is that she has hope for a better future.

Personality: Kahleni’s personality is a bit complicated. She goes through stages where she’ll spend days without as much as saying a word, and then the days that follow are wasted away as Kahleni has full conversations with herself. Even though she’s long been used to the darkness, sometimes the nightmares she has leave her too frightened to move, and thus, she’ll remain cuddled in a corner of her cell.

Notes: N/A

[Shadow Daedalus]

Kyras

Name : Kyras Bleakwater, aka the Steel Hawk
Race : Human
Gender : Male
Background : The Assassin
Age : 23
Appearance :

Cloaked

Hooded purple and indigo robes over grey leather armour, with an engraved grey steel mask covering his face.

Uncloaked

Eye colour : Dark Grey
Height: 1.82m/ 6ft Even
Skills :
Life Skills (Not including the intrinsic skills from his background):

• Hunting - Kyras knows the best way to track, kill and cook a wide range of prey
• Adaptive - A key skill for an assassin, Kyras can recognise a situation quickly and react accordingly
• Basic First Aid - While no where near enough to spare the dying or heal the gravely wounded, Kyras knows how to keep himself alive for long enough to find proper medical treatment

Weapon Skills:

• Archery/Marksmanship - Kyras is lethally adept in the use of bows and throwing knives. At long range, he has an almost unparalleled accuracy with his unique longbow, and at closer range he can overwhelm his foes with a storm of throwing knives.
• Short blades - While weak against multiple enemies or those of considerable strength, Kyras can come out on top in most one-on-one situations using his short blade or matching twin daggers.

History ( you have to write a reason why he/she is serving at the Citadel ( not everyone is allowed to serve at the Citadel, only those that are trusted soldiers of the Empire ) : Kyras was born into a family of assassins in service of the Empire, people who live by the sword and die by the sword. He was taught the ways of the killer at a young age, again and again exposed to rigorous training that both exhausted both mind and body. Solitariness was also instilled in Kyras and was never really exposed to affection children commonly get from their parents (with some rare exceptions).

At aged 16, Kyras broke away from his family's 'duty' and began to make a living as a blade for hire, keeping his face hidden by a steel mask. Among his customers were everyone from Corrupt Nobles to angry commoners, and his targets the same. If they had the coin, he would do anything from delivering secret messages to brutal assassinations and everything in between. A common customer came from the Templar Order, who hired him to capture and/or kill any new Magi. His current contract has him serving in the Citadel, not an uncommon task for him. His mask is well-known around the prison, and some of the higher-ups know him by face as well.

Predisposition to the Magi : He is indifferent to Magi, but he recognised the additional threat they pose over non-Magi.

Personality : Cold and Harsh, Kyras' upbringing is reflected in his outwards demeanor. He is very isolated as a person, and never actively seeks the companionship of others. If someone were to speak to him, he is very straight-forward with his words and has little patience for double-speak or empty words. While someone maybe quick to earn his ire, he is slow to anger, but becomes violent and aggressive if pushed that far.

Notes : When on the job, He keeps his face hidden at all times. He quickly gets agitated if someone tries to see his face.

[canaryrose]

Lavinia Graywind

Lavinia Graywind

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Race:
Human

Gender:
Female

Age:
26

Eye Color:
Green

Hair Color:
Dark Brown

Height:
6'1

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Background:
The Templar

Skills:

Life Skills:

Survival: She has decent survival skills, such as making a fire, gathering food, or finding shelter.

Aglity:Lavinia is fairly agile, good at climbing and can run quickly. She also can do gymnastics well.

Hawk Handling: Lavinia is great at handling birds of prey.

Weapon Skills:

Rapier: Lavinia has mastered the rapier, and has been training with one since she was old enough to no longer be considered a toddler. She is able to use it with the utmost efficiency, grace, and ruthlessness.

Hand-to-Hand: Although not nearly a skilled with it as the rapier, Lavinia has a good grasp of Hand-to-Hand fighting, and is fairly reliable in a fight without weapons.

Predisposition to the Magi:
Lavinia does not hate the Magi, but has a tough time trusting them. While seemingly friendly to them, if a Magi steps out of line, Lavinia would not hesitate to strike them down.

Personality:
One word you could use to describe Lavinia is wild. She hates standing still and doing nothing. She'd much rather be outside or riding off into a battle than being inside, guarding the Citadel or sitting through yet another boring, stuffy meeting. When interacting with others, she can be sweet as a dove, wild as a tempest, or harsh and unforgiving. It really depends on who you are. She finds it hard to trust others, due to her upbringing as a warrior for the Empire. "Don't trust anyone'. That's just one of the many mottos she lives by.

History:
The Graywinds were an honorable family of Templars- revered for their skills in wielding rapiers. So when Augusta Graywind gave birth to Lavinia, it was only expected that the child would become a Templar herself someday. The proud parents wasted no time in training their treasured first-born, pulling her out of school as soon as she learned to read and write.

Instead of playing tag, Lavinia's days as a child were spent learning battle strategies and training hard. Her parents were often brutal while training Lavinia, making her push herself to the limits of her child body. It was not uncommon for the couple to dole out harsh punishments to the young girl, such as beatings or starvation. But they served her well- taught her that she must be obedient- obedient to the Empire and her superiors. They also taught her many other lessons. But most of them were in the moral gray area, if not outright bad.

When Lavinia grew to the age of 24, she showed her true strength with the rapier, defeating many people in battle, earning her a position as a Templar. Soon after that, she was whisked off to the Citadel to serve there.

But Lavinia has grown bored standing watch at the Citadel, and she yearns for the feeling of the wind in her hair, for that feeling of freedom. She is sick of stuffy meetings with other Templar, of standing guard day after day. Her one wish is to be free of her responsibilities, free to be wild.

Notes:
*She has a red-tailed hawk named Red.
*She owns a rapier.

[Esailia]

Esailia Lelander

Race : Kil'garen
Gender : female
Background : Guardian
Age 22
Appearance : A cleancut Kil'garen, her fur is kept trimmed, straight, and groomed. She is rather plain save for the Guardian Mark at the hollow of her throat, and her armor was standard issue combat plate from the Empire. She keeps her own shield, however, along with a pair of matching swords, one shorter than the other, on her left hip.
Fur Color : dark brown
Eye color : green
Height : 5'6''
Combat style : Frontliner (uses shield for defensive and offensive means)
Skills :
Life skills : minor armorer training (enough to repair any dents in her shield with a hammer, and aware if her armor needs to be replaced or repaired), Survival(at the very least knowing edible plants from poisonous for most parts of the realm), and discipline(A strict routine when waking up, double checking straps and supplies, that sort of thing).
History : Living in a traditional tribe, surrounded by family, Esailia's mind was in turmoil. She felt that she was only wasting away in the middle of the forest, with nothing to challenge her skills, to help her improve. Esailia was the best in her tribe, and it had been over a year since she was beaten by a tribe member in the weekly contests the tribe held. After much deliberation and more than a few heated arguments with her parents, it was decided that she would be permitted to leave. The chieftain himself only allowed this because he knew that she would eventually decide to sneak away regardless.

So off the Guardian went, with naught but a shield on her back and a pack over her shoulder...

Fourteen months later, Clad in the armored uniform of the Capitol Guard, Esailia was panting heavily, longblade out with her shield scratched and dented, standing between a gang of highwaymen and the cowering Capitol Official she was assigned to escort. She didn't know the details. She didn't need to. HIghwaymen were starting to crop up more often lately, and several caravans had lost lives and cargo to the bandits. Her own comrades had either fallen or fled, leaving her alone against the remaining three enemies.

Another arrow shattered against her shield, the splinters showering her as she turned to glance back at the Official "Trust me, you will get through this, Sir." She tried to console him, but if he heard the Kil'garen, he didn't show it. Esailia didn't bother checking before ducking behind her shield and crouching a bit lower. She didn't stand much chance of killing all three highwaymen before blade or arrow found the official. But they wouldn't escape either.

Finally, Esailia had enough. setting her longblade down, she tugged out her smaller sword and prodded the official with the hilt "Neither of us will live unless you get up and be useful. I may be here to protect y-" Another arrow crunched on her shield, "You, but to defeat these bandits I need to engage them. I need you to hug my back and follow me in, use this if you get the chance."

This was it, do or die. Esailia would either succeed in getting this man home, or die at the hands of highwaymen. Hardly much of a legacy...She stood up, the Official hesitantly pressing against her plate-clad back, sword in hand "Here we go." She said calmly, before dashing forward, shield up.

The bandits had been expecting the guard to try something like this, and had even planned for it. The archer in the back, with the other two meant to flank. They rushed in, only to be met with a sword on either side. The Official seemed to have found some form of bravery, managing to deflect his bandit's blade long enough for Esailia to deftly dispatch the first one before sidestepping to catch the second unaware, shield aimed all the while towards the archer.The archer saw his friends go down, and quickly decided the payment was not enough for him to lose his life, fleeing and half stumbling in his rush.

All in all, Esailia would recount this in the Capitol, explaining that she had no other choice, and that she was lucky the bandits had not expected two swords from a single guard. Having saved her chargewith quick thinking, along with being the only guard to have survived or not deserted, she was offered a position in the Citadel. She accepted for two reasons: The pay was better, and she had wanted a chance to meet some live Magi after all her studying about them.
Predisposition to the Magi : Friendly
Personality : Firm. She won't allow herself to be easily led around by the nose.
Notes :

Removed from RP at this point

[Gareth]

Hider

NOTE : They cannot cast spells.
Name :Briss Line
Race :Kil'garen
Gender :Male
Background : Thief
Age ( 18 - 30 )18
Appearance ( picture / description if no picture is found ) :Briss is on the smaller side as Kil'garens go. Briss is only 5'0" tall. Briss's body is not packed with muscles like a warriors would be, but instead has lean muscle that is not as visible on his body making him seem slender or even skinny.
Briss has a scar on his right arm from the elbow to his wrist.
Briss is 140lbs or 63.5kgs.

His apparel depends on the day but don't be surprised to see him wearing brown leather.

Fur Color ( only if Kil'garen ) :Orange
Eye color : Green
Height :5'0" tall.
Skills :Stealing things, Investigating, Picking Locks.
Weapon Skills:Daggers is his specialty and butter.
History ( you have to write a reason why he/she is serving at the Citadel ( not everyone is allowed to serve at the Citadel, only those that are trusted soldiers of the Empire )
: Also. Remember to write how did your character got to the Citadel based on the background you chose.

Times were tough at Briss's home. One of a family of five and the youngest one at that Briss looked up to his older siblings. They were his heroes and if Briss ever had an issue about understanding something or if a fellow Kil'garen gave Briss a hard time, somehow one or the other of his siblings helped him out.

One day though both of his siblings left and haven't returned, years passed and a feeling of despair came over Briss. A short while later Briss left his parents having waited long enough on the side lines and decided to find his siblings himself.

He was only sixteen at the time but it didn't take him long to guess that something wasn't being told to him. Why hadn't they come back?

Thus he had to take drastic measure to learn things from people, sneaking along walls to hear conversations in dark places. Tactics like this meant that bad things would happen if he were caught. Obviously learning this shady trade would have its dangers. Thus the secret breaking/gathering led Briss to an addiction to stealing allowing him to live as long as he could run away to live again another day.

Eventually it seemed his siblings were not in his home town and thus Briss thought of the Empire. Briss didn't like the empire and all his life he hid when the Empire came through town, once or twice they saw a glimmer of his green eyes when they were searching for threats to their reign. They thought Briss was pathetic and left him alone.

Briss headed to the front entrance of the Citadel explaining to the guards there that he 'was a mercenary for hire' and eventually it was explained to him that there was an item that bandits had that the Empire wanted. Without any questions and within a day Briss brought back that item to the Empire people who requested it. And thus was granted limited access around the citadel.

Predisposition to the Magi: Reminds him of the Empire and Briss is uncomfortable around them.:
Personality :He is very timid, tending toward caution when interacting with others. He wouldn't intend to hurt anyone even if they yelled at him. He does have kindness and sympathy and will help others in need.

He does have a sense of humor and can appreciate jokes but it takes a lot of his trust before he can believe someone is a friend.

He does enjoy a challenge.
Notes ( things purely for story ) :