[CHAR] "Pyrrhic" A Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy RP

Alessa Grimm
Moro Kahale
Nadia Olympus
Toron Henson
Candy Leitvol



Avo Montblanc
Luciel Young
Nikolas Tulley
Jerge Hostam
Isaac Redgrove

[OneWayOut]

"I seriously don't have the energy to pretend to like you today."

| NAME: |

Alessa Grimm

| AGE: |

Age Appearance: 18
Actual Age: 25

| MAGIC ABILITIES/AUGMENTOR: |

• School of Magic:
  Abjuration Magic -a type of magic that deals in protective spells and the suppression of others' magic. Magic of this school creates physical or magical barriers, negates magical or physical abilities, harms trespassers, or even banishes the target of the spell to another plane of existence. Clairvoyants who specialize in this type of magic are known as Abjurers. While Abjurers are knows to have significantly higher Mana levels than other Clairvoyants, this type of magic is considered to be a rare and potentially dangerous due to the fact that large area spells can quickly deplete the casters Mana, leaving them weak and vulnerable.
• Augmentor:
  A silver cuff bracelet given to Alessa by her Father.
• Skills:
  Mana Shield - A spell that transmutes raw Mana into a shield that repels physical and magical attacks. The larger the barrier, the more magical energy it uses up, and it cannot be maintained for extended periods of time. Alessa is able to cast this spell on multiple targets at once, as well as up to a distance of a few yards. While this spell is active, she cannot move out of her casting circle, or her Mana flow will be cut off and the shield(s) will dissipate.
  
  Anti-magic Field - A spell in which a large circle is cast, creating an invisible barrier around the user that inhibits the flow of Mana while inside. Magical items and spells cannot be used within the barrier, and any magical effects that were cast prior are suppressed but not dispelled. Alessa is able to "overlay" only one spell while the barrier is up, allowing her, for example, to be able to cast a shield as well if need be.
  
  Spell Reflection - A powerful spell that absorbs magical energy from an attack and sends it back towards a target.
  
  Dispel - Abjurers specialize in dispelling, so this is not really a high level skill, though it is something she is able to do at an advanced level. This means she can break spells that have been placed on objects or individuals quite easily, unless placed by an Abjurer of a higher skill level than she is.
  
  Aura Field - A spell that allows for those within a veiled area around the caster to absorb Mana and replenish their own. While within the space, small surface wounds are healed and and spell based poisons/toxins are filtered out of the body.
  
  Glyphs - Alessa has a wide range of protective glyphs, temporary spells that she can place or bind to a certain object or person that allows for single target protection until the magical energy is spent. These sort of spells, though small, typically cannot be undone unless by another Abjurer and only fade once the magical energy is used up. These glyps have guards and wards that can repel negative energy as well as mask it, making it hard for someone or something to detect magical energy within a space.

| PERSONALITY: |

Alessa is quiet and mostly likes to keep to herself rather than deal with people or be the center of attention. She doesn't have many people who are close to her and it's hard for her to form relationships with others because she is so guarded. When she does have to interact with others, she is the queen of sarcastic and snide remarks. Due to her traumatic childhood, Alessa has a hard time trusting and opening up to others. Even those who she considers friends are kept at a distance. She prefers not to be in a position of power or having to lead others, though her ability to think quickly and rationally often puts her in such a position. She can be a bit of a know it all, correcting people when they make mistakes and then teasing them about it afterwards. She has a difficult time dealing with children and animals and avoids them at all costs, almost as if she has an irrational fear of them; though she will never admit it.

| SAMPLE POST: |

Sample

The cold had a mind of its own. That was all Alessa knew for sure in the world. For as long as she could remember, the floor had felt frozen, her feet bare, and her eyes filled with tears. Not knowing why, she had to carry out many long days and sleepless nights alone in that room. The little girl of merely five years spent a lot of time crying. Her tears kept her face warm as she lie on the frozen floor. She couldn’t see anything in that room, though she could reach her pale arms out and tiny fingers would touch another frozen surface. It was her cage. Her “home” as her owner called it. It was where she spent most of her time, though it didn’t really feel like a home. In the small space, Alessa was unable to stand, and it was impossible to stretch out without her feet sticking through the bars uncomfortably. Once before, she had gotten out, slept under a blanket she had found, though the moment she was discovered, the little girl regretted it. Her owner had punished her, hit her hard and left tender bruises all over her body. The man had covered the cage with heavy items to be sure she couldn’t escape again. She didn’t try.

Most the time, Alessa’s heart was always heavy. Though see she could not, her hearing wasn’t impaired. Often, she heard people in the next rooms laughing and enjoying time together, where as she had no one. She usually only saw her owner once a day, when she was brought her meal, but she was afraid of him. He liked to hit and kick against the bars. It scared her. Scared as she was, Alessa had no choice but to eat whatever the man had given to her. It was usually just the remains of something, never a full meal. She never liked any of it, but she was unable to control the hunger that roared within her. When she would finish, he would rush from the room with the dish, leaving her to live out the rest of the day in lone darkness.

On this day, she hadn’t yet received her meal, though her nose twitched at the wonderful scents creeping from under the door. There were a lot of people there, singing and talking happily as if there was something to celebrate. The girl kept her eyes closed and simply listened, her body curled up and still against the floor. She wasn’t sure how much time passed, but eventually the noise got further away and harder to hear. Eventually she would give up, giving in to the silence that engulfed her. Tiny fingers slid along the floor until the touched a small stone and grasped it. Alessa took the rough stone and began tapping lightly against the metal bars of her cage, humming her own tune in the darkness.

Unbeknownst to her, just down the hall, a young, blonde haired boy wandered aimlessly, a bored look on his face as he waited for his father’s business to be over with. He was dressed warmly to combat the chilling weather beyond the walls of the building. It was large, likely difficult to heat like his home was. The further he walked down the hall, the more this thought was confirmed. It seemed like it got colder as the light of the nearest room faded, and so he raised his candle lamp higher, bringing it near his face to keep his cheeks from feeling the chill. As he approached a large door, he could hear the faint sound of tapping and another noise he couldn’t quite grasp. The young boy of just ten years looked behind him to be sure no one followed, and he picked up his pace, curiosity gathering in him and edging him forward. He approached the door, eyes wide with a hidden anticipation at what he might find beyond the door.

The blonde boy turned the handle on the door and gave it a push, groaning as it was heavier than he thought it would be. Quickly he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him, placing his back against it. He paused a moment, ears straining to pick up any sounds of someone following him. The thrill of getting caught and scolded had his heart pounding in his chest. It was a thrill he loved. Once all seemed quiet, he calmed a bit, paying more attention to where he was. It was pitch black around him, save for the soft glow of the candle in his lamp. He noticed the tapping sound had ceased and was replaced by what sounded like frantic breathing.
“Hello?” he called out, getting a small noise in response.

Lifting the lamp up, the boy walked further into the room, ducking under cobwebs and stepping over the random items that seemed to be littered about. Following the sound, he came upon the metal cage belonging to Alessa. He looked at the thing, head tilted in confusion and he crouched down bringing the lamp closer to the cage, the gold glow slowly illuminating what was inside. Trailing along the floor was what looked like long, black threads, and so he reached out and picked some up, letting them run through his fingers. They were soft, he noted, though covered in a thick layer of dirt and dust. Following them, his grey eyes noticed bare feet and legs, a dirty and tattered excuse for a dress, and a terrified set of eyes staring back him.

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Candy Lietvol

Pronounced "Light-vall"

|Age|
20

Appearance:
Standing at roughly 5"7 and with a toned build she wouldn't stand out too much by herself. Her hair is straw blond and way, left in a tangled mess. Her face has some sharp features, with a strong jawline and piercing eyes. Her lips are thin and her cheeks pink. She has long lashes with light blue iris'. Her nose is sharp and slight. Her cheeks are a little sunken in and a wicked scar curves around the left eye and through the corner of her lips. She has a pale complexion, and a more masculine figure. With rough hands and marred cuts all over, she gives off a less then gentle appearance. That being said her general demeanor is inviting, standing and moving in a relaxed and boisterous way. She loves to smile and has a surprisingly white set of teeth. She is missing the ring finger on her left hand. She wears loose comfortable clothing, with a fair share of accessories like bracelets or her patented headband.

|Magical Abilities and Augmentor|
Magical Abilities:
"And her music was electric..."
Candy's magic stems entirely from storms, and stage presence. Applying lightning and thunder into a myriad of spells and abilities. She is an adaptable clairvoyant, although something is to be said about subtly. The amount of mana used per cast depends on the spell, so she isn't reliably in a long term skirmish. Most of her magic aids in being offensive directly, whether it's calling a peel of lightning unto a Shade or Darkened; or if it's creating a loud thunderclap to disorient/get their attention. She combines her innate magic with her musical talents, meaning while she doesn't need to be making noise to cast, she will be is she can help it. Here are some less abstract examples of her abilities:

• Firing a bolt of electricity at an enemy.
• Creating an aoe burst of sound.
• Creating sparks or flashes to blind enemies.
• Imbuing parts/a part of herself with a massive burst of speed.
• Creating thunderclouds

Her augmentor is a beaten leather right-hand glove with no fingers. Handed down from a special person.

|Personality|
Like her magic, Candy is the loud and proud sort. She refuses to be anyone but herself, and will stand up against things she finds wrong. She isn't exactly abrasive but she does tend to get close with people quickly. She is friendly and some can find her annoying. She likes to look on the bright side of things but she's also a realist, where she could seem naive she is surprisingly prudent. She let's a lot of things slide when it comes to herself, liking to live in the moment and laugh off whatever she can. She is a staunch defender of those she likes, while she tends to neglect her self. A hypocrite in many ways she isn't a big picture sort of person, and just wants to save what she see's in front of her. With an unhealthy mix of apathy to her own physical state and the delusion she is invincible, she takes great risks for herself.

|Sample Post|

Hider

Three.

She could manage three. When the fourth came in she was done for.

Candy lay crumpled against the stone steps, their hard corners digging into her back and neck. She could hear a ringing sound, and everything was hazy. Why did she do it again? A warmth by her hand reminded her. Oh yeah, the dog. It had been a rough winter, and those kids were hungry. The dog didn't have much meat on it, but something is better than nothing. She managed to raise her head enough to look at the thing. It was lean and covered in a brown matted shag. It's black eyes looking down at her right hand, licking the bloodied knuckles. She almost managed a chuckle at that. Licking them won't do much, besides she was hurt all over. As she blinked a few times the world came more into focus. It was getting dark, but it wasn't as dark as she had though it was. The sun was still on it's way down, giving room for the moon to rise. She didn't see any sign of the four kids who left her in this sorry state, which wouldn't be surprising except the mutt was here too.

"I wouldn't move around too much, if I were you."

An unfamiliar voice remarked off to her right. She let her head fall in that direction to see a girl who only looked a little older than her sitting on the steps. She was roughed up too, her one eye ringed in a purple bruise. Candy ignored the advice, and the aches to sit up as well. As she massaged the pain in her neck away she squinted at the stranger. "I'll live. Who'r you?"

The stranger looked to her and sniffed, rubbing at her nose with one arm. "I finished your handiwork. I can't put up with people who hurt animals."

Candy smiled painfully. They'd get along just fine.

The two exchanged names, and talked for a while. The stranger (now known as Meril) helped her back to her home. The dog following behind them. They spoke about little things and big things, learned their similarities and their differences, and set to meet up again the next day. After a while the two decided to live together."it would be cheaper" they lied, "and easier too." Of course it was really neither of those things, but they were happier regardless. And finally having someone to watch their backs, they eked out a living.

Until a few darkened made it into town.

[Tendo]

Avo Montblanc

"Aren't you a little ray of pitch black?"

| NAME |
Avo "Empyrean" Montblanc

|AGE |
28

| MAGIC ABILITIES/AUGMENTOR |

• School of Magic
  Terramancy: The manipulation of earth in various ways, versatile enough to be limited only by the Clairvoyant's own strength and imagination.
• Augmentor
  His ring.
• Skills
  
  Terratus: Avo creates a Golem of various sizes which fights in his place and is subject to his every whim. The Golem possesses no intelligence or any will of its own as it is a direct manifestation of its creator's will and ability. Size and power depend on the material that the Golem was created from and the Mana invested by the creator. Amount of Golems subject also to creator's own strength.
  
  Terrarmor: Avo encases himself in an earthly element, from soil to rock and even diamond or magma if its available and proceeds to fight like that. Can be used on others but may have negative effects as magma for example will burn anyone without a specific earth or fire affinity, rock armor will most likely crush anyone other than Avo and so on.
  
  Terraform: Avo can manipulate the soil and its various states any way he wants. From creating walls to spikes to pretty much anything he wants to. Mana required depends on size of the construct and distance.
  
  Terra Invicta: Avo's ultimate ability where he draws strength from the earth itself and turns himself into a Golem of sorts, using all of his three main abilities. The Golem's abilities are based on the material it formed from. To use this ability, Avo has to sacrifice his life force too as no Clairvoyant, ever, would be able to create and sustain such a construct depending on their Mana alone therefore it's an ability with a great cost and the longer he uses it, the more of his life he sacrifices.
  
  ᵀʰᵉˢᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᶦⁿ ᵃᵇᶦˡᶦᵗᶦᵉˢ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᴱᵐᵖʸʳᵉᵃⁿ, ᵀᵉʳʳᵃᵐᵃⁿᶜʸ ᶦⁿ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ᶦˢ ᵉˣᵗʳᵉᵐᵉˡʸ ᵛᵉʳˢᵃᵗᶦˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᶦᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ, ᴬᵛᵒ ʷᶦˡˡ ᵈᵉᶠᶦⁿᶦᵗᵉˡʸ ᵉᵛᵒˡᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉˣᵖᵃⁿᵈ ʰᶦˢ ʳᵉᵖᵉʳᵗᵒᶦʳᵉ.

| PERSONALITY |

Plenty of people will dislike Avo Montblanc, future owner of Montblanc Armaments, but the fact he's beyond arrogant and egocentric is just the tip of the iceberg. On top of that he's also proud and ruthless when it comes to his ideals, eager to use every means at his disposal to achieve a goal he set. Everyone who knows him can assure you that they're never certain of what he's feeling or thinking as his logic dictates him, refusing to give anyone any insight into his inner self to the point where even his own blood is unnerved by his presence.

To be fair though, Avo does have some redeeming qualities. He's hiding quite the intelligence behind his distant demeanor and more often that not, he'll go out of his way to -simply put- help someone in need. He will never ask for a reward or recognition,
he'll do his good deed, beat the dust from his expensive coat and go on his way.

All in all, Avo Montblanc is a person that you can't really make your mind about unless you meet him and get to spend time with him. He doesn't need you to like him or accept him, to talk to him about himself or anything that resembles opening up, he only demands that you do what he thinks you're capable of and that's it.

| SAMPLE POST |

"Pardon me, Mr. Ballard, but I refuse to subject my ears to any more of your hissing." Avo Montblanc almost whispered yet the deafening silence, between all those gathered around his office, that followed his words made certain that they had their time and now it was his turn to speak.

On the left side of the relatively big yet empty room where his office was, four men stood, those selected by his workers to bring him their complaints against the man in charge of the metalworking department. On the right side, Joleon Ballard, the head of that department, his face turned red as this kid -because Avo was certain that Ballard considered him one- insulted him in front of his workers.

"You will pay the man who had the accident 3 months of wages and while he is healing, his wife will work for us. And that's final. As for you lot, Joleon Ballard is and will be the head of the department so if by any chance, your minds reach the conclusion that I value you more than him, you won't find any work in this town. Ever again. I sincerely hope I'm understood. By all of you."

They all mumbled in agreement and bowed in respect before leaving his office yet Ballard, with his veins popping, stayed.

"A word, Montblanc?"

Avo didn't reply immediatelly, only stood and looked outside his window where most of the good part of town was visible, strong fires in every house, people who had never starved once in their lives. He lit a cigar, one of his guilty pleasures and one that only those of some status could enjoy.

"I have been in this company since your father barely had enough money to buy a decent meal, long before you were bor-"
"You will save me the speech, Mr. Ballard. I have no patience for those of your likeness, tonight. Go home, drink your expensive wine, smoke an expensive cigar and eat until you are bursting. I value you as a professional, immensely. But as a man, I find you lacking and that is all there is to say as our only relationship is and will be professional."
"I thought those of your kind are supposed to be outside our barriers, protecting us, we are not but prey, mortals. Not making a living through arms dealing." Ballard said, his words dripping venom.
"Quite right too, Mr. Ballard. But fighting those that you can't, isn't all I am. As well as leading this company, isn't all I am. The two together, aren't all I am either. And your words won't anger me, they are but words, words you would eat if you could witness the monsters that I get to face for your sake."

Ballard turned his face away, to leave, having worsened his position by losing his composure. He wasn't a bad man, by any means, he was kind and charitable, solely based on his personal wealth he had built an orphanage in the slums. But, like all men of wealth and power, they need to ascertain their position over the commoner.

"And Mr. Ballard? For the Pyrrhics, you might be prey, as you put it. But I am the hunter."

[Tawny Swan]

"I'm always waiting on someone else's dumb ass to get their shit together."

|NAME: |
Nadia Raven Olympus
"The Queen"

|AGE: |
Age Appearance: ~20
Actual Age: 30

| MAGIC ABILITIES/AUGMENTOR: |
School of Magic: Elementalist
Augmentor:

Hider

Skills: Nadia specializes in a specific combination of Water and Wind magic, the magic of Winter. Nadia's most prominent skill is forming objects out of ice, primarily weapons. Nadia is imbued with the cold of winter though most of that is stored away inside her augmentor. She's immune to most types of cold and her powers are strongest during the Winter season. Ice formation is the primary means of magic that Nadia is capable of though she can control the elements separately as well whipping up frigid winds or condensing water to put out fires. She can preform far more sinister acts if forced to do so, things like downing opponents on dry land or freezing the water in their blood. These sorts of acts require much more concentration and mana than her 'parlor tricks' as she likes to call them.

| PERSONALITY: |
Nadia is a sort of no nonsense person in the sense that she doesn't put up with anyone's crap despite her small stature. She's call The Queen because of her fearsome reputation and icy cool demeanor in public. With friends she still reserved but she warms with time and is happy to help those who ask her for assistance. Nadia is quite blunt more often than not and doesn't pull punches for anyone. In her mind only the strong survive.

| SAMPLE POST: |

sample

A messy head full of wavy brown hair bobbed in and out visibility as it weaved through the small crowds of people at the morning market. If one was watching closely they would notice that people seemed to unconsciously move away from the petite young woman. She was cute, doll like almost in her features but she moved with the purpose of someone much older. She did not even seem to notice the other people moving animately around her as they went about their own business, purchasing items from the various stalls.

Nadia moved easily through the bustling market, dropping the temperature around her body several degrees helped usher people out of her path. She'd mostly figured out that trick by accident when she wasn't so adept at using her gift. People disliked the cold and the sudden drop of temperature made them move away and out of her path. It was especially useful when she was in a hurry like she was today. She was supposed to be meeting a friend to procure a set of antique throwing knives that were wanted by one of her clients. In fact, she honestly should have been there several minutes ago according to the shimmering pocket watch she glanced at as she walked briskly through the crowds.

Thankfully she arrived sooner rather than later and her friend was still at the meeting spot. She could tell he wouldn't have lingered much longer. It was a small restaurant where you could bring goods bought in the market to have them cooked immediately for lunch before you went home. He spotted her quickly despite her small stature, as just five foot two people often missed her. Lyle was not one of those people. He seemed to have a knack for spotting her regardless of where they were. He waved politely just once at her before sitting down at the table he'd been standing beside, more than likely fixing to leave.

"My queen, late as always," Lyle chuckled at her, shaking his head. He pulled the cross body satchel he was wearing around to sit in his lap and flipped open the top of it before pulling out a linen cloth. He set it on the table lightly before unfolding the package to reveal a pair of ornate silver daggers. A shard of sunlight glancing through the tattered tapestry roof darted across the blades, making them shine brightly. They were almost blinding when she tried to move her eyes and look directly at the pieces before her.

The daggers were not what she was expecting, they were immaculate. Absolutely spotless, the stone in the crown of the handle was what caught her eye though. Between that and the twisting vine like design that crawl across the pommel and then was etched into the blades she was awestruck. Her client had been correct in their desire of these exquisite items. They were probably priceless but in the world of greedy people like her client everything had a price. That's why she was here after all.

"How much is he wanting?" She questioned as she peered at the items on the table, keeping her face blank as she looked carefully, reading Lyle's face. They were friends but today they might as well have been enemies. "Mr. St. Pierre wants 5,000 for them." Lyle replied to her carefully, his voice soft. To most people his face would have appeared every bit as blank as hers but she knew better. It was all about reading between the lines. She watched carefully for a moment, waiting, then she saw what she was looking for. The soft tick of his jaw muscle as he waited for her reply. "I absolutely can't do five. The closest I can get is two and a half." She shook her head, looking at him. He shook his head briefly at her, they both knew that she would pay three and that was all. It would be over and they would both walk away happy. She placed a wad of cash on the table, "Three. That's it. Anything more and my employer will just have to shove it and do without them." She slid the cash towards him, chilling the air immediately around them until she saw goosebumps crop up along the exposed flesh of his forearm.

Lyle watched her back for a moment, his eyes roaming down towards her chest and then settling on here brightly colored eyes. He shivered when his fingers brushed against her skin as he took the cash and pushed the daggers towards her. She picked them up and slid them inside the inner pocket of her black leather jacket. "Always good doing business with you Lyle. She hugged him closely as she stood, then leaned up to plant a frost covered kiss on his cheek. "You as well My Queen." He hugged her back smiling down at her. The crystals of ice lingered a few moments longer than they should have on his cheek before melting away, leaving a soft pink mark from the cold of her body almost as if she'd been wearing lip color. As soon as she let go of him she was gone in the crowd.

[Gareth]

"Whatcha got over there?"

| NAME:Jerge |
Full Name Jerge Hostam (Nickname) no nickname

|AGE:27 |
Age Appearance: 32
Actual Age: 27

| MAGIC ABILITIES/AUGMENTOR: |
School of Magic: Spatial Magic: This school influences space to the clairvoyant's will. Practitioners of spatial magic are able to expand space, shrink space and even twist space. Even practitioner's of spatial magic cannot visibly see how they move space. The way they know what they're doing with space is similar to what could be called a sixth sense. No one has ever really been able to explain this phenomenon.
Augmentor: An old ring he found.

Capability: He can influence a quantity of space that a small room would normally hold for about thirty seconds. That's his max capability.

Influencing small amounts of space, like that of a wooden chest, he can influence for an hour easily.

Skills: Stortion: By using his mana and focusing on an object he can push space into the object from outside the object. The storage capacity of the object increases to double what it would normally hold. If the carrying capacity was increased any further the space required would be such that the object itself would likely be stretched from the inside, and likely to be broken and unusable.
The space that was added to the object was ofcourse removed from the objects surroundings. Making part of the objects surroundings more dense, and harder for anyone or anything to move through what is now, a lack of space there.

Shrinktion: By using a large amount of his mana, he can pull space out of an object, a room, or even his nearby surroundings. In the case of an object or a room, if he pulled all the space out, then it would make placing or removing anything in that object or entering or exiting that room, impossible. Because there is no space left to do anything. There is a possiblity that the negative space in the object and the room would cause the object and room to collapse in on itself. In this case the removed space would be around the outside of the room and object making approaching that room or object too easy. Due to there being extra space there, it may feel weird to be in that surrounding area.

Ramtion: By using a very large amount of his mana, he can slam a large quantity of space from his surroundings to crash into an object or a person, forcibly pushing them away with a large amount of force. This is because the large volume of space is continually moving, and does not want to be restrained by obstacles/walls of any sort. Thus the space does push them away until either it finds a suitable distance in which the moving space fits, or it collides into something that it cannot force out of its way. Again, the place that the space was taken from would be impassable because there was no space left there.

Warption:By using equally large amounts of focus and mana, he can teleport space. As he teleports space, any objects or people occupying that space will be teleported as well. He can teleport something light and small, like a mouse that wasn't occupying much space, across a field. The maximum amount of people he can teleport is three people. And in that case, the space transported would be much larger, making it more difficult and thus the distance traveled would be much less. The distance the three people would travel with their occupying space is about twenty meters or forty feet.

Please take Note:Spatial magic spells can only be used one at a time. And as each Spatial magic spell ends or terminates, the space that the spell effected will return to its original state.

| PERSONALITY: |
Jerge is a guy who is talkative, wether its to people he knows or he doesn't have a clue about. He is naturally curious about many things; like how shops do their business, why people spend time at places he'd rather not go to, along with a slew of other things he doesn't understand. He's also got a great sense of humor and is quite offended when others don't appreciate a joke. Honestly he will take it to heart enough to say that they personally offended him, and that they "should make it up to him, for not taking a joke for what it was." Jerge dislikes those people who take life too seriously and only talk to you to say, "got it done?" as in Jerge's mind those types of people wouldn't give a damn if he died tomorrow as long as he got what they wanted done for them. If Jerge really respected you and considered you a true friend, he wouldn't betray you.

| SAMPLE POST: |
The sun was shining up in the sky with a few light gray clouds around it. The air itself though did not feel much heat, because of a strong breeze blowing in from the south. There was a lady yelling, "Come get yer, fresh tatoes! Just plucked em from duh garden!" She was an elderly coot with a few teeth missing in the top of her mouth and wrapped up in what looked more like a dirty rag than a grey coat. Unlike Jerge who was wearing one of his better black coats, dark brown pants and brown laced shoes he took rather good care of. He passed by the lady not interested in the potatoes. Not interested in much of anything the loud and noisy marketplace had to offer. He continued to make his way down the curving dirt road, careful not to bump into anyone, less they cuss him out. He passed by all sorts of odd buildings, one with pretty stained glass windows that had to be church to one that looked so bad he was surprised someone hadn't already put it to the torch.

Eventually with his feet a little sore, and almost second guessing himself if he was going the right way, he arrived. It was a square building painted all black, had two windows at the top and a sign hanging just above the door which read, "treasured deals!" Jerge walked past the assorted swords, axes, dolls, necklaces, goblets and other more miscellanious merchandise to talk to Shek. Shek was a guy Jerge had learned was not a guy you messed with, it helped when that guy topped your height by his head and shoulders, had a mane of curly black hair that framed his face and two very serious looking eyes which never seemed to blink.

"So, what do ya want?" A rough voice demanded Jerge.

"Nothing in particular. Offer me something."

Shek's serious face suddenly drew down his eyebrows as he glared.

The two men stared at each other for a few long moments and then...

"Fine... I'll just offer something up again..."

It was the way they always did business even though Shek hated it.

in Shek's mind by offering to sell Jerge something, he couldn't really tell what Jerge wanted And because Shek had no idea if Jerge liked the particular item, it was hard for him to set a price that Jerge would pay for it, and still leave Shek a massive profit.

Jerge was usually clever enough to come out ahead in these negotiations, which happened again today.

As Jerge left carrying a valuable looking sword he didn't pay much for at all.

[Cal]

Nikolas Tulley

"Your level of passion does little to prove your point...facts do not care about your feelings."

| NAME: |
Nikolas Tulley (Nik)

|AGE: |
Age Appearance: 30
Actual Age: 22

| MAGIC ABILITIES/AUGMENTOR: |
School of Magic: Light/Energy
Augmentor: A plain metallic ring
Skills: Nik has the ability to create and manipulate light and the energy that comes with it. This inherently gives him the ability to use complete darkness as a tool as well as he is capable of creating of areas that are not just lacking light, but are completely void of it.
-Light/Energy Beams: He can create and focus light into concentrated beams of energy. This is conveyed in a physical sense
as intense heat that is able to burn through most materials he comes across as well as his enemies. The beams originate from his
palms.
-Globes of Darkness: He can force light out of a given area, creating space that is void of all light whatsoever, rendering
all who are within it temporarily blind/disoriented. The spell area can range from a small globe around an enemies head to hiding
an entire group of people.
-Flash: His most powerful ability is a full body flash. He concentrates energy around his entire body before releasing it in
a single explosion like wave of light. Those who dont turn away are blinded and disoriented for a couple minutes as well as flung
backwards. This is used as a last resort to escape or to combat those within melee range by blasting them back several feet.

| PERSONALITY: |
Nik is a self proclaimed intellectual. No matter the area of study he is fascinated by the science of the world and spends his spare time researching anything he deems worthy. From the environment, to magic, to the way the world works in general, Nik is driven by curiosity to discover the many mysteries of life. Unfortunately he is a man of few words and his personality can best be described as detached, perhaps even binary. He is a man who sees in black and white, cause and effect, and sees any grey area merely as a situation lacking evidence. He shows little to no emotion because he genuinely feels that way. His matter of fact take on the world keeps his life rather simple, despite the complex subjects he busies himself with. He sees himself and other Clairvoyants merely as a cog in the machine and assumes the feeble minded of the world are the ones plagued with being emotional. That being said, he is not altogether heartless. He acknowledges his role as a protector of humanity and will selflessly defend the weak, perhaps even more willingly than most as he doesnt fear death, but rather sees it as an inevitable next step in the cycle. On the rare occasion he lets a thought escape his mouth it is generally a bit of dry humor or remarks coated in sarcasm, both of which are seemingly directed at himself as he rambles on. It should be noted that while he has a modicum of tolerance for those who are emotional, he has little patience for those he deems stupid and will likely make it known. He has no qualms about leading if the situation calls for it but prefers to give precise and appropriately timed advice and letting the cards unfold as they will. In the event that he has to let another take the reins, he will not follow or go along with anyone or any plan that he views as unintelligent or ignorant. Acting without knowledge or facts is a sure way to lose his allegiance to your cause. Once his trust is earned, however, he is a fearless ally who can be depended on.

| SAMPLE POST: |
Nik slid through the gravel with relative ease, his body finally stopping with a thud against a nearby tree stump. The road was abandoned this time of night and the ominous forest on either side did little to encourage travelers of any kind. He heaved a sigh and pushed himself up from his stomach, looking back to the direction from which he flew. He squinted as he desperately tried to focus his vision, spitting out blood as he continued to push himself back to his feet. His head whipped around as the area near him filled with the sound of motion, taunting him to take a step. He closed his eyes and chuckled to himself, seemingly amused by the fact that he couldnt focus enough to even see straight."If im not mistaken...im outnumbered. Are there two of you left or seven? I seem to have lost count..." he chuckled, his breathing clearly labored now. A faint gust of motion later and a rough, raspy voice whispered from behind him, crawling up his neck and into his ear. "Humor...a sign of arrogance...or ignorance?" it hissed. As Nik opened his eyes he once more found his vision swirling, barely able to make out faint shapes that now approached his front and sides. Sensing that this was likely the end of his stroll for this evening...or perhaps the rest of his life, he simply shrugged, continuing his now exaggerated breathing as he focused on gathering what precious energy he had left. He keeled over and closed his eyes again, tapping his ear as if asking the voice to speak up. A snarl ensued as the voice continued. "What a coincidence that I would be the one to find you Mr. Tulley...although I had hoped you would put up more of a fight than this." Fists clenched and wasting no time, Nik let out a scream as the voice finished, releasing the rest of his energy he had left with a blindind flash, sending shockwaves from his body that echoed through the night. His cloak rippled and the gravel underneath him exploded outwards from the blast, its booming noise audible from hundreds of feet away. The flash was impossible to describe, an unnatural explosion of light that pierced through the dark of the night with ease, like a blade through flesh. Afterwards Nik crumpled to the ground, lying on his back as his vision began to darken. He smiled weakly as he felt blood run down the back of his throat. "Ta da..."

[Lord of Evil]

Isaac

"I’m not going to pretend to like what I’m doing, but I know it’s something I should do."

Name: Isaac Redgrove

Age: 18

Magic

School of Magic: Isaac practises imbuing magic, an esoteric branch of magic that focuses on mitigating the transience of magic. In simpler terms, imbuing magic focuses on making magical energy linger. Imbuing magic has few direct attack options, but can be deadly enough with the proper preparation. The most common and well-known application of imbuing magic is the imbuing of objects to bestow magical properties, a practise better known as enchanting. Enchanted weapons and armour can be very powerful but are limited in use as constant magical power is required to upkeep the effects of the enchantment. Less well known is imbuing magic’s capacity to create magical traps, a skill which takes significantly less effort than enchanting but with much less permanent results. Clairvoyants who use imbuing magic tend to work with solid objects, though there are legends of Clairvoyants who didn’t need tools to do their work, beings who could enchant the very air itself to do their bidding. Imbuing magic can be quite difficult to learn in comparison to more action-oriented magics but those with the patience to learn its ways are rewarded in full.

Augmentor: Plain hunting knife. Rather banal for a magic tool, save for the insignia of a red flower on the hilt, but it holds immense sentimental value for Isaac and helps him carve magical circuits for imbuing.

Skills

• Imbue
  One of the most basic imbuing spells, insert magic into an object. A straight-forward directing of power from the body into a target conduit and the of bestowing magical properties onto it, allowing the object to affect things in the same manner that magic does. Depending on the material, however, this can prove difficult. Most clairvoyants can, on some intrinsic level, inject magic into an object, which allows them to use enchanted objects. But it requires skill to let the object hold the charge and take on magical properties, to fully enchant an object. Carving magical circuits into the object in question makes it easier to imbue and provides more stability, functioning as canals for magic to flow. Botched imbuing is likely to destroy the object if it fails and poor imbuing often leads to unstable results which have a tendency to explode in a user’s hands. There are some, however, that use that particular characteristic to their benefit. Imbuing magic into living things is extremely difficult and ill-advised, since if the person rejects the imbued magic then the user will suffer greatly for the attempt. Imbuing is generally performed through contact, and while imbuing from range is possible, such techniques tend to produce significantly weaker results.
• Imbue - Mine
  A skilled imbuing mage is usually represented by stability, with their ability to create enchantments that can last for years. Isaac isn’t particularly skilled, and like many unskilled imbuers, his creations tend to be more volatile, much less stable. Isaac found a way to use that to his advantage, however. Isaac created a method of imbuing magical energy set at a volatile state enough state to be weaponised, but inert enough to not collapse in on itself. Disturbing the imbued object either via physical contact or a sufficiently large magical presence disturbs the balance and causes the magic inside to explode in a burst of pure magical energy, damaging anything within the blast radius. Isaac’s mines benefit greatly from preparatory carving, with which he can adjust the volatility of the mine freely for his needs. He can still create a mine on the spot, but it will typically be weaker and its sensitivity will usually be off the mark. Depending on the volatility of the mine, the enchantment will either explode or fade out of the object after some time.
• Imbue - Snare
  A modified mine which releases tendrils of magic to ensnare the foe. Typically made with a solid core covered with rope, with both the core and rope imbued with magic. When activated the core explodes and sends the ropes flying towards the target. The magic imbued in the ropes allows them to affect Pyrrhics and physical beings besides, as well as allowing the ropes themselves to stick to each other when it captures its target. The bind usually lasts a fairly significant amount of time and the rope’s strength is increased by the magic imbued in it, making for an effective measure to prevent enemy movements, if only temporarily.
• Imbue – Light
  A basic imbuement spell which converts magical energy into light. Imbue an object and supply it with magic to have a constant light source. Easily used and drains little magic, magical circuits can be used to increase its efficiency. Can keep a stock of magic to stay lit for a while.
• Diffusion wave
  Isaac throws a wave of imbuing magic into the air to confound foes. The magic inside is weak and it is diffused to go as far as possible, so it does little damage. It causes some pain to living caught in the cloud, useful mostly for irritating or distracting foes. Most of the damage comes from the volatile imbued dust particles which have the potential to cause serious damage, but more often than not only lead to superficial wounds. Despite the light damage, however, there is enough magic in the wave to activate Isaac’s mines, allowing him to remotely detonate them from a safe distance.

Personality: Isaac is usually pretty unemotional. He’s quiet and tends to keep to himself, preferring to observe from a distance, but is nonetheless polite when he interacts with people. He won’t shy away from social contact but he doesn’t purposefully seek it out either. He’s fairly easy to talk to and always answers questions truthfully, but there’s a certain reservation behind his acts. He usually commits little to relationships and tends to leave decision making to the last minute. With that being said, his actions are at times tempered by a sort of nihilistic decisiveness, where he puts aside his misgivings and acts out whatever he needs to do. He goes through life with a sense of detachment and caution but there’s a straightforwardness to his attitude that betrays a little of the ideals Isaac carries.

Sample Post

The boy breathed slowly, quietly, as if to hide his breathing. His hands held a bow, with an arrow on the string, though he hadn't drawn it back just yet. His gaze was steady, eyes locked on the shadows ahead as they shifted and shuddered, revealing a familiar form that seemed to bleed out of the walls. If a shade lives long enough, kills for long enough, gains enough power, it becomes a sullen. A rare existence indeed, and one that spells trouble for anyone unlucky enough to encounter it. The Shade emerging in front of Isaac was not a Sullen, but it was close to one. And it was angry.

Nearly sullen or no, a Shade was a Shade. Tougher than normal for sure, but a Sullen’s power was incomparable to a Shade. It would be harrowing, but if Isaac was in peak condition then he was pretty unlikely to lose. This time, however, that wasn’t the case.

Isaac took aim as the shade walked closer. The arrow on his string was the last magic arrow he had. He’d used up all of his pre-prepared traps and a fair amount of improvised traps on other shades earlier, meaning that his mana stores weren’t all that high. He was most definitely on the back foot here, but, then again, he supposed that it could be worse.

The Shade charged forward and Isaac drew the bow string back. He let go, and the arrow went wide. He dropped the bow as the creature dodged to the left. Isaac’s hands dropped to his side, his left gathering what little magic he had remaining while his right grabbing the hilt of his hunting knife. He splayed his left hand forward, releasing a wave of magic at the shadowy fiend. The Shade weathered the wave with little but discomfort, absorbing the myriad pinprick explosions with it's shadowy body. It reached out its clawed hand to slash at Isaac, confident that it had the upper hand. But that wave was never meant to stop the beast.

Isaac dashed forwards towards the Shade, even as its claw tore a gash across his face. He drew his hunting knife and sent the last vestiges of his energy into it as the creature raised its other hand. Isaac was betting it all on this instance, and all he needed was one thing. A small explosion and burst of light told him that his bet had payed off.

Ropes lashed out at the aberrant shadow’s back, a present from Isaac’s final arrow. They bound themselves around the Shade, entangling its limbs with their magic. The binding was shoddy and likely wouldn’t last very long, but Isaac only needed a moment. It only took two steps to reach the Shade, a simple arm movement to raise the glowing blue knife and one more to bury it into the creature’s neck. Its body began to disappear, slowly fracturing into pieces smaller than dust before disappearing into the wind. Isaac let out a long sigh and sank to the ground. The only thing that remained of the duel were the ropes on the floor and the blood flowing sluggishly down his cheek. It had been a long week and the trek back to a friendly town would make it longer, but for now all he wanted to do was rest.

[tex]

Moro Kahale

"Aye, there's a bit mo' than fire behind these punches, brother!"

| NAME: |
Moro "Moe" Kahale

|AGE: |
Age Appearance: 27
Actual Age: 32

| MAGIC ABILITIES/AUGMENTOR: |
~School of Magic~
>Augmentation<
Nearly every physical aspect of the body can be augmented through the proper means, including but not limited to muscle fibres, brain chemistry, the five senses, and natural healing capabilities. Although more costly and dangerous than most forms of magic, augmentation can grant a human abilities that would put them on par with some of the most deadly animals of the wild.

~Augmentor~
>Feather Earring<
Loosely dangling from his left ear is a small white and brown feather, attached by a worn chain. Moro created this with his parents when he was a boy and ultimate re-purposed it to channel his magical energy.

~Skills~

Moro uses his magic through a series of buffs that amplify the abilities of him, or anyone he can put his hands on.

>Overclock<
Moro's primary method of augmentation wherein he amplifies his physical strength by a significant degree. A visible change in muscle mass presents itself while he continues to channel his newfound strength. There are risks that follow if Moro tries to overclock his body for too long, or by too wide a margin, including muscle tears, crippling fatigue, paralysis, and death. This ability is only limited by the consequences after the fact. The threshold for free use without negative effects increases with repeated use, but will reset if Moro does not religiously train both his magic and body. Using this ability on other people is even more dangerous if Moro doesn't already have a feel for their limitations.

>Skin Graft<
Moro can heal wounds by expending large amounts of stamina. In the same fashion, he can increase the density of his skin to the point where it can deflect knives for short periods of time. Liberal use of skin graft can force Moro into a state of unconsciousness very quickly.

>Sensory Overload<
Moro is capable of increasing the limits of his senses vastly while concentrating. This allows him to mimic the abilities of animals, to put it simply. He cannot amplify his senses while using any of his other abilities, making his sensory capabilities better suited for light-combat or reconnaissance.

>Ki Expulsion<
This is possibly his most taxing ability if not moderated. Moro is capable of expelling raw Mana from his body to inflict damage that surpasses physical limitations. These short-range bursts of magical energy are invisible to the naked eye and possess a great deal of power that surpass Moro's limitations as a martial artist.

| PERSONALITY: |
A lot might classify Moro as obnoxious, which isn't too far from the truth. As an outspoken meat-head who's biggest values in life are his muscles, Moro makes a name for himself by punching his way out of trouble. He isn't all that bright or considerate even if he tries his best to come across as a likeable fellow. Rather than listen to the commentary of his peers, he'd rather interject with his own take on things, while politely acknowledging the efforts of others as a nice sentiment. Despite the fact that a lot of people don't acknowledge him as anything more than a walking punch factory, Moro keeps a positive disposition in the face of people purposely mispronouncing his name as Moron.

| SAMPLE POST: |

Oh ye?

The river bank's wall was cracking under the repeated pressure of his fists. One two, one two, one two three. Another line shot downwards like a lightning bolt. It reached the ground and split into two, chipping a triangular shard of rock out and on to the floor. Moro panted heavily and wiped his brow free of sweat. "Woo!" he hooted, glancing at the path that lead down to the riverside. His voice was ripe with pride, and echoed upwards into the highest reaches of Helia Tower. "Stone's breakin' and who's to blame? Moro's the name, fists are his..." Moro paused and leaned over, panting heavily with both hands clasping his kneecaps. He gasped the last word, 'game', while pushing himself back up with a loud series of pats against his thighs. "Aye, aye," the words, barely distinguishable from the roaring water that encompassed his training area, marked a time of rest. Moro thrust his head into the nearby waterfall and washed out his thick, muddy hair. Today was going to be a good day. That's what he told himself every day, but today was different. Today he had been expecting somebody to come down to his secluded little spot and train with him. He pulled his head free of the downwards current and shook himself dry like an excited dog.

He'd been there for two hours already. She was supposed to have met him at dawn. Moro wiped his face and focused intently on the path leading up the cliff's edge, towards Helia. His smile twitched and he jerked his head away. He let out a small chuckle and shook his head, placing his thumbs and index fingers on the sides of his shorts. "Aye.." Moro looked down at the small chip of stone that he'd dislodged from the wall, and then down the long corridor of mud, rock and hanging vines. One... Two... Forty sections of cracked rock wall. At this rate, the entire grotto would collapse on top of him. "Aye..." He spun towards the wall again and hardened the skin around his knuckles. One two, one two. His eyes peered to the right for the briefest moment. One two, one two. Again. One two. Nobody was coming.

[Cryfest]

Luciel Young

"Oh... hello there. Don’t mind me- okay?"

| NAME |
Full Name: Luciel Young

| AGE |
Age Appearance: 20
Actual Age: 25

| MAGIC ABILITIES/AUGMENTOR: |
School of Magic: Illusion - this magic deals with manipulating one's mind and senses into believing things that are not real. Suggesting thoughts or actions and manipulating perceptions.

Augmentor:

Bird Skull

He hangs this on a cord around his neck.

Skills: Touch: Manipulating the nerves into feeling something physical. He can manipulate the receiver into feeling anything he himself can clearly imagine. Most commonly this is of the wind/hands/fabric. Creating the feeling of pain is a more sinister aspect of this skill. He can create sharp shooting pain- much like the feeling of your arm falling asleep and intense migraines. These take much more concentration and the fall back is that it is hard for him to do anything else while focusing on the receiver.

Glamor: Creating an illusion of sight. Creating objects that the receiver is capable of experiencing as if real. Often he creates mist, fog or darkness. He can also change the receiver's eyes into thinking nothing is there even when there is. Creating living organisms such as insects or small animals. It depletes a major resource of mana to create the image of people or large animals.

Suggestion: Much like hypnosis the caster is able to make powerful suggestions to the receiver into acting out what has been asked of them. These can be fought off if the receiver has strong moral obligations that they would be going against. Most often Luciel uses this skill to manipulate people into doing something that already tempts them- such as going for something they would normally be too scared to do. This skill is good for raising moral and giving people an inner strength. Likewise he is capable of using people’s mental weakness and anxieties against them. People who suffer mental disorders are exceptionally receptive to this kind of magic.

Complete Fantasy: This is the combination of all the senses into creating a scape that the receiver creates with his own mind. Either one of fear or of pleasure. Only the caster and receiver see this illusion which can consume them both if not done properly. This type of illusion is similar to a dream and can do permanent damage to one's mind. It's not often that the caster becomes trapped in the receiver's fantasy but it is a real and dangerous possibility. Often if Luciel performs this it is because he is looking for information that the receiver would not willingly give or in dire situations to break their mind. This takes up less mana than would be expected but in exchange is a dangerous spell for the caster to perform. Especially since his physical body is at the mercy of those around him.

| PERSONALITY: |
Luciel is most often perceived as shy and quiet and is often described as cute and sweet. Those who know him know he has a dark sense of humour. Often it catches people off guard. He can come off as somewhat callous and uncaring- but he will often go out of his way to help those he cares about. He likes to fly under the radar and will often use Suggestion on passersby or people he would rather avoid. Since he has always found it easy to get what he wants (even by just having a cute mannerism), he has a spoiled attitude when he doesn’t.

Smaple

Luciel licked his lips as he watched a vender delicately twist the thin wafer like bread into a cone. He already had a bit of a stash going, no doubt preparing for the high noon rush. The dark haired man decided he wanted one and patted his pockets for a few coins. He found some lint instead. He vaguely remembered his bag sitting on the floor at his residence. He gazed at the vendor for a few more minutes before striding up.

“Hello kiddo, what can I get you?” “I’d like that.” He stated, making eye contact with the man. He stood a good five inches above him but nevertheless felt smaller when he met Luciel's almond eyes. A strange sensation wove its way through the vender and he glanced at the cone and then at the small boy. “Well... that’ll be a couple of copper,” the vender hesitated, it felt wrong to say that to the boy.

“You don’t mind if I pay you back tomorrow... right?” Luciel gave a charming, child-like smile and the man found himself holding the cone out. “Yeah... that would be fine.” He didn’t really know why he decided to trust that the boy would be back.

“Thanks” Luciel took it with another smile and turned away to continue his journey through the streets. Minds were easy to trick. He bit into the crispy vanilla wafer and wondered- as he did often- if he should feel guilty. He had been told that he should. Why did it matter though if Luciel paid the man back the next day? He decided it didn’t and put the whole encounter to the back of his mind.

It really didn’t matter.

[ReusableSword]

“Everything has a balance, there cannot be life without death, chaos without order.”

| NAME: |

Toron “Troll” Henson

| AGE: |

Age Appearance: 30

Actual Age: 24

| MAGIC ABILITIES/AUGMENTOR: |

•School of Magic: Nature manipulation – this school allows the user control over nature and other aspects of the natural world. Clairvoyants can expect to be able to manipulate plant growth and animals. The magic also expands to emotion manipulation, said manipulation extends to animals and sometimes spirits. This magic also allows the user to cleanse or purify areas of land from both the negative impacts caused by people and the ill-fated spirits that roam the world.

•Augmenter:

Spoon

A very tarnished and beat up plain silver spoon

•Skills:

Plant Growth – He can manipulate the growth of plants, mostly how big or which way they grow is up to him. He can do it by touch for a quicker response or can meditate and grow all plants within roughly 50 feet of him at a slower rate.

Healing Touch – through his continued touch he can heal most wounds by speeding up the body’s natural healing processes. The more serious the wound the longer he has to remain concentrated.

Animal Friend – Toron is able to manipulate and read the emotions of animals by touch or by eye contact, this ability allows him to befriend or at times order normally wild or hostile animals. As far as the animal is concerned he’s an alpha at the most and is not a threat at the least, this does become more complicated when other people are involved as he can’t speak for them. But normally keeps the more aggressive animals at bay.

Purify/Cleanse – combining the emotion manipulation, healing, and growth, he is able to cleanse and heal areas of land from the corruption of negative spirits or the damage done by humans. This ability is normally used sparingly and in safe or secure areas because it makes him pass out for about a day immediately after its use.

Imbue – Toron can imbue natural things with his magic after it’s purified for very short amounts of time. He uses this only when he’s fighting to purify the wooden staff or wooden arrows, so they in turn can damage the spirits they must fight.

Natures Wrath – He does have one ability he has only used once and claims he never will again. This ability can only be used when he is either deeply sorrowful or full of rage. When it is used, it drains both his sanity and life force, it unfortunately can very well get him killed. When activated, this ability allows the wielder to summon a natural disaster by combining multiple element’s at the same time. The disaster he summons this way is random but can be influenced by the area he is in.
For example, a rain storm could turn to raining flaming hail to fire and brimstone, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, etc. the stronger it is the more he is drained and it is reflected back onto him. The first time he did this, it cost him 6 years of his life.

| PERSONALITY: |

Toron tends to be… strange, and a bit of an airhead. He has been known to converse with pure spirits only he can see and all are named Steve. It doesn’t help that he also threatens people with his spoon before laughing and walking away. He doesn’t entirely understand personal space and can be rude simply because he doesn’t truly understand what is and is not rude. However, he tries to keep himself and everyone around him in a good mood, often going as far as to hurt himself or make himself look like a fool to cheer others up.

This isn’t to say he can’t be serious, sometimes he can be deadly serious. When it comes to fighting his sole purpose and drive is to protect. When he’s like this he is straight to the point while still being a little crazy and reckless in combat. Preferring to attack at range or distract his opponent from afar while others lay in wait or ambush. Although rare he can be angry or sad depending on the moods of those around him.

| SAMPLE POST: |

Sample

The slight cool breeze of morning air that moved through the trees and over the grass was a calming sound. The light steps of the cloaked man barely made a sound as he moved through the forest bounding in one direction then back in another. Moving through the underbrush whilst barely making a sound, pausing briefly here and there to listen and look before continuing.

This man who was covered in both cloak and vine slowly made his way to a small clearing, calmly walking out into the middle the man stopped and looked around, “hey, Steve where did you run off too?” silence answered him while he waited, Toron nodded his head and frowned while looking towards the north, “why are we going that way? The village is east from here.” Another pause as the man folded his arms and shook his head, “I’m not going that way there are ruins and it’s dangerous, plus I don’t have my team with me.” Another pause and a sigh as the man turned and started to walk back towards the east. “Come on Steve we have a job to do then we can go on an adventure.”

After some time the tall man had made it to the forests edge, the land beyond this point was farm land and fields filled with reclaimed land and stumps from where the forest once was. It wasn’t a particularly happy place for him, so much destruction at the hands of his kin. Still, he knew that it was for the best, everything had some type of hardship to go through, and without hardship one wouldn’t know when they were going through a good time in their life.

The villagers of this particular town were going through hard times, their fields were not producing in the amount they needed to both survive and turn a profit. And so Toron the troll was summoned to clean up the area and help. Another simple job for a man who simply wished to help. The villagers didn’t seem too concerned with the tall cloaked man covered in vines and other vegetation. He moved amongst the land like he was part of it, why would they notice him in the first place.

Upon inspection of the farmland he found the soil to be okay, the villagers simply needed to work on their irrigation and fertilization techniques for the plants to thrive. However, before he went off and informed them of this Toron sat down in the middle of the field and meditated. Before long, new life had sprouted where seeds had been planted until they were all a few inches high. The farmers took notice of the sudden growth and flocked over to the man, watching their food sprout and grow before their very eyes.

Once he was through some farmers murmured and whispered, some asking about what he had done, others wondering about the magic, and others still wondering if the food was safe to eat. All were surprised when Toron popped up from his sitting position with a smile on his face, he introduced himself and explained what their issue was before wandering aimlessly back off into the forest yelling at something named Steve.