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[DostHou]

Ertholt Gotlieb

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Sobriquets:

Hierophant of the Sacred Skies, Saint Pithos (Patera), Seeker Beyond the Heavens, Grand Archivist of Londinion, Sage of Ascents, Wandering Star, Referent, the Spiral Shift.

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Aspect:

Chalice, a holy vessel to be filled and imbibed

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World:

Irij exists on the cusp of a golden age, after the fall of the Commune of Lemuria, much was lost to the world as order crumbled in the face of widespread anarchy. Thus was the start of the Age of Ash.

A tragedy on a global scale to be sure, but time heals all wounds, and while the loss of the Lemurians was a grievous one, it too scarred over. Now was the Age of Tinder, a time to rediscover the great many wonders left behind. Wonder and adventure lurked behind every corner for the courageous, and opportunities rose before the particularly conniving.

Ertholt was neither of the two. Like a troll in a particularly small pastry shop, he violently tore his way to the top of the Londinion Archives through a series of daring duels and threats of incredible violence. This meteoric rise in status and ability usurped the natural order of the city and had earned him heavy censure from others.

Within the year he was ousted from his position to the cheers of many. It became clear, however, after annual cataloging of the contents, that Ertholt had not left empty-handed.

His return after many years was met with silence, as all beings could intuit that he had become something beyond the grasp of humanity. Whispers of his deeds and his presence spread across the world as he was embedded in legend.

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Race:

Human

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Legacy:

To practice magic is to try to understand God. Human technique and understanding manipulating divine power to uplift the material world to a higher strata. Such was the practice of magic at it’s core.

Such a noble goal resonated deeply with many, just as many had coveted the power magic had brought.

Perhaps if Ertholt were not as talented, nor as driven as he was, he would have disappeared as one of the latter. Crude, brash, and unyielding in behaviour, Ertholt would barrel through both material and member in his mad dash towards enlightenment.

It was unlike the wise careful image of more wisened scholars, much more respected and thought to be more knowledgeable than he was that would place him in the same category as power hungry spellcasters instead of the respected wizard.

Yet he cared not. What did the heavens care if one seemed to be wise and all knowing, when the stars above glimmered without care of the material world below? Only gross matter cared so much for appearances. As someone who yearned to attain the perspective of God, so to shall he discard petty concerns.

That mindset was justification enough for him to become callous in his approach. And so, like a whirlwind he stormed his way into respected archives without care, retrieving legendary grimoires to decipher. Such actions had him exiled and hunted, but he cared not.

For a year he researched and theorized. For two he gathered material. And for five he waited for the perfect time to divine the name of God.

His ascension was glorious.

His arrival was not.

The sight of the ruins of heavens was shocking, before it gave way to disgust. It would only grow the more he learned of the events that had taken place. Like a hermit he sequestered himself away, pondering upon the revelation he had received. It would not take long before he would come to the conclusion that the realm he had found himself on was but another step in his quest.

And so he sorted his mortal affairs in order, before leaving to further study the celestial realm.

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Might:

He was an existence to be filled, and to pour. A vessel to inhabit, such was his very nature from inception.

The ritual he had partaken of simply amplified that to ludicrous degrees. Metaphysically Ertholt became a point where things gathered and flowed, encompassing all things within himself. A never-full chalice that was likewise never-empty.

In combination with his capabilities as a magician of supreme might, he leverages his own existence in the casting of spells rather than that of the world.

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Path:

To become one with God.

[Chris488]

Monica

Name: Monica

Sobriquets: Black-Heart, The Orphan of Zael, Daughter of the Shattered Sky and the White Moon, The Dark Angel of Rebellion, Voice of the Void, The Lady of Blood and Vengeance, Queen of the Maelites and Zheremeshi, and the Ghesceran Empress, High Priestess of the Yemetheri and the Tower of God, The Seventh Sage of Szolte, Archon of the Seven Heavenly Dragons and Inheritor of Yemethra, Imperial Bride of the Divine King Ghescera, Shrine Maiden of the Yedaji Alter and Founder of the Circle.

*Appearance: Despite her short stature, standing slightly above five feet, she seems taller than she is, easily exuding a presence of power and authority even among those that tower above her. Her golden eyes are bright, but devoid of mercy or compassion, as she watches others with a morbid hunger, or a cold and detached lifelessness in her gaze. Her long linear hair is as dark as the night, and falls down around her waist.

Emerging from her back are ebony feathery wings akin to a raven's, that shed shadowy tears from their pinions. However she is capable of concealing these wings as they merge into flesh and transform into a tattoo upon her back where they emerge. She wears a white silk gown adorned with intricate gold jewelry, without anything worn on her bare feet. Her angelic and youthful appearance conceals the empty and insidious void within her.

*I do not know how to add a picture, but I can PM it.

Aspect: Monica's aspect is PASSION, allowing her to glimpse at the potency of emotions within others, and even channel them; weakening or empowering such emotions. However, she suffers a similar effect when she affects others, enduring their suffering, or sharing in their joy. She shares sensations and thoughts with others, removing the fields that separate individuals, which is often a very undesirable thing for her. Usually the only cure is killing the other person, which results in immense pain as well... She is seeking an alternative.

World: The World of Zhar, remnants of what came before, known also as the Second World/Weaving. A sea of shadows consumes most of the land, from which creatures of darkness arise and prey upon the living. The Sun was slain as the First World was unraveled, and the people of Zhar live by the rivers and lakes of light that are scattered across the world. It is thought that the world was created by the Queen of the Sky, Yemethra.

War ravaged history, clashes between men of power, and the Children of Yemethra, and the arrival of Zael. It was Zael that beget Monica, and He that taught humanity sorcery, the art of compelling the world to conform to language as opposed to language conforming to world, which He described as philosophy. Yemethra and Zael were at war with each other, until Zael was slain by Yemethra, only to be slain by His daughter, Monica.

Now Zhar exists with only one ruler, whom struggles to unite men and monsters, and attempts to usher in an era of peace and prosperity for the world. However, very few people in Zhar are aware of where their new ruler resides now, as the Tower of God is empty, and the Seven Heavenly Dragons are dormant once more. Fortunately for Her, companions and friends of Monica have taken it upon themselves to watch over the world and manage affairs in Her absence.

Race: She is human, however the people of Maelite lack shadows or reflections. Her mother was the Moon, and her father was an Outsider, but both were mortal when they conceived the child, and as a result, Monica is a mixture of celestial, outsider, and mortal. (Similar to Peter Quill from Guardians of the Galaxy)

Legacy: Monica was born a mundane human, and died at the age of fourteen. However, she was reborn thousands of years later when the Sea of Shadows regurgitated her body, and her shattered soul was gathered and restored by Norna, daughter of Metea, sister and lover of Yemethra (Akin to Greek Deities). Monica lived once more among humanity for perhaps a month before she was sacrificed upon the Yedaji Alter and became a Shrine Maiden.

For a hundred or so years, she fought the shadows that emerged from the abyss and accumulated a reputation for being efficient and powerful even among her fellow Shrine Maidens (Equivalent to Magical Girls), and eventually she founded the Circle, an alliance of Shrine Maidens that operated in the shadows of civilization to protect humanity from the monstrosities that dwelt in the darkness. When the celestial city of Yorna was besieged by the Zheremeshi bringing fire and death to the people there, Monica awakened a power within her, and sprouted black wings from her back for the first time, though her power came at a cost; she could only use it twice more and then she would die. After the battle, she vanished for a time...

She sought out the Zheremeshi, and slaughtered thousands in her rage, but lost her lover in the Sea of Shadows as well. Grief and hatred became a stigma upon her, and she remained in solitude for many years. The abyss slowly corrupted her, until she became Queen of the Zheremeshi, and afterward she began a conquest of Zhar, beginning with the Ghesceran Empire. She fought Ghescera, the Divine King, and beheaded him, but He was not so easily slain. He chained her and brought her back to the Tower of God, where he would sleep for hundreds of years, leaving Monica imprisoned...

She shattered the chains that bound her, while He slumbered, and returned to the Sea of Shadows and the Zheremeshi. She was weakened though, and only through their assistance had she freed herself. Upon her return, they sacrificed her to the abyss, but she did not die. Her father fought in the void, and would not let the shadows harm her then. The Zheremeshi having learned of the war between Zael and Yemethra sought to use this knowledge to their advantage, and manipulated Monica into freeing her father and unleashing destruction upon the world once more.

A great journey began, where Monica quested for power and knowledge eventually accumulating powerful companions and defeating Ghescera and Norna. She brought the wrath of Yemethra upon her, and discovered a secret. The Queen of the Sky was wounded by her father, and could not manifest upon the mortal plane without dying. Yemethra wished the wound removed, but only Zael, or His child could cure such a wound. Monica forged a pact with Yemethra, her father would be released after she healed Her. The Queen of the Sky did as She promised, freeing Zael from His prison in the abyss, then immediately killed Him while he was vulnerable.

Monica became enraged with Yemethra, and called upon the power of the void within her, then they fought. The world would be torn asunder, for the light and darkness were balanced, however Monica was also a daughter of the Bright Moon, Yuna, and she could control both the light and dark. In the end, after a battle that raged for twelve days, Monica had slain the Queen of the Sky and claimed Her crown. Monica discovered a secret in Her apotheosis, Her ascension, She had discovered a secret name of God. Now, She has traveled to Heaven and walks upon the Path of Divinity...

Might: Monica was once a mundane mortal who lived in the early age after the apocalypse, but after her rebirth, she was sacrificed upon the Yedaji Alter and became a Shrine Maiden. She is the daughter of Yuna and Zael, a celestial and an outsider, but both were once humans. Unlike the people of Zhar, Monica was not born on the branches of the sacred trees of life, she was born in the lunar womb of her mother.

Monica is roughly two thousand years old, having retained her youth because of her sacrifice upon the Yedaji Alter, however she requires the hearts of Zheremeshi to sustain herself. She does not need to breath, eat, drink, or sleep, and her wounds quickly regenerate. A shrine maiden can easily sustain themselves even with wounds considered fatal to humans. She can survive a week without consuming a heart, though her shrine maiden powers diminishes each day she does not. All shrine maidens are capable of conjuring powerful yet primitive weapons, manifestations of their spirits that often take the shape of swords, spears, or scepters. Monica conjures a bow with arrows that appear when she draws back the bowstring.

Like all people of Maelite, she can turn invisible at will, however creatures that rely on other senses such as echolocation and tremorsense can still perceive her. With her wings, she can fly with her summoned wings at high speeds, as well as possesses immense strength and reflexes.

She has studied the arts of sorcery, and is familiar with many chants and spells, and knows both allegorical and abstract magic. After reaching Heaven, her understanding of sorcery evolved. While knowledgeable and proficient with white and red art, she has never been able to use either in combat as the world does not take kindly to her lies, but she has learned the black art and seeks to further understand sorcery. She can call upon the Seven Heavenly Dragons, after the death of Ghescera. However, they will only remain in Zhar.

Her greatest power is unknown even to herself, the Outsider's power. She innately knew that she would only be able to access such power three times, and she only has once use left. The first time, she used it upon the thousands of Zheremeshi machina that were lesser imitations of the Seven Heavenly Dragons. The second time, when she fought and slayed Yemethra, Queen of the Sky. After her third time, she will die.

Monica has accumulated many mundane skills such as, accounting, weaving, painting, various instruments and singing, cartography, campaigning/tactics, and knowledge of a multitude of subjects such as history, geography, science, and philosophy.
Despite her nigh immortality, she lacks the ability to keep friends and socialize, often remaining in solitude for long periods of time. She has yet to overcome her vulnerability to psychic attacks, and becomes much weaker in the presence of blood, and decaying corpses.

Path: She seeks to find her father's origin, and bring an end to warring between worlds and the people within those worlds. She has learned about Heaven, the Arts, other Gods and Goddesses, but there is still more to uncover. Realizing how small she is, she has remained in the shadows and attempted for discretion as opposed to directly confronting others... for now.

[Dark Cloud]

@Dead Cruiser If your here boss I'ma need your assistance getting my sheet here. I can't copy & paste.

[rezay]

@Dark Cloud Here you go

Orren Vos

Name

Sobriquets

Appearance

"Perfection takes time, and I have an eternity."

Aspect

Progress

The ever evolving concept of how things are achieved. It's the ever shifting possibility of the future and the discovery of new ideas or furthering the efficiency of technologies and sciences. He who holds dominion over such fields has the potential to shape the future.

World

Sol IV

Sol IV was the last planet to survive before the sun of Sol I died and in their desperation the people sought ways to prevent their worlds from dying through any means possible. Slowly their experimentation became less than ethical yet to the people ethics would not save them only scientific progress could possibly lead to their salvation. Yet not even their genius could prevent the end of their inevitable demise.

Race

Artificial Life Form

Within the machine hides the mind and soul of a living being, whom once callee himself human yet no longer does that term properly apply so he is simply just a soul and a mind within a machine body. After the man successfully transferred his very being into the shell he currently inhabits, the achievement unlocked the Key of Progression and shunted him from Sol IV.

Legacy

He Who Entered The Machine...

Orren Vos was a scientist who studied robotics and artificial intelligence, however his status amongst the scientific community was low and none of his research was highly regarded. It drove him mad and resolved his determination to perform a risky procedure on himself, resulting in his subsequent transformation into a machine.

With the success of his transition Orren Vos unknowingly gained the attention of an Old God by whose own aspect was Progress, yet the gaze was not of negative intent but conceit at the achievement of a mere mortal who ascended to a higher form of being, which was something that denoted a higher knowledge for such technological advancement by a human being. Orren Vos was overcome by an unseen force and his very being was somehow different and more powerful than before with the true name of a God stored in his mind...

Might

Power Of The Machine...

Orren Vos was a brilliant yet insane scientist when he was once the man he had been before his ascension beyond his mortal shell. He knows almost everything about technology and artificial intelligences, as well as the skills to make things no sane individual would even perceivably consider to create. He was an inventor and loves to make things with metal and wires, and eternally seeks to perfect himself and his inventions. And his newfound power over such things granted him the tools to achieve such desires, possibly exceeding the expectations entirely. Orren Vos soon discovered he could create metallurgical materials and shape them into the form he desired, and could even grant life to the machines he made. All artifice would answer his command without question for he was the master of the future. He was the apotheosis of Progress, and the future would bend to his will.

Creations

Path

The Future...

Orren Vos is on an ever eternal conquest to create the perfect empire from which he will rule over his creations, creating a society of steel and steam where all technology will flourish into fruition.

Don't think we're posting in the characters tab at this point

[Dark Cloud]

Orren Vos

Name

Sobriquets

Appearance

"Perfection takes time, and I have an eternity."

Aspect

Progress

The ever evolving concept of how things are achieved. It's the ever shifting possibility of the future and the discovery of new ideas or furthering the efficiency of technologies and sciences. He who holds dominion over such fields has the potential to shape the future.

World

Sol IV

Sol IV was the last planet to survive before the sun of Sol I died and in their desperation the people sought ways to prevent their worlds from dying through any means possible. Slowly their experimentation became less than ethical yet to the people ethics would not save them only scientific progress could possibly lead to their salvation. Yet not even their genius could prevent the end of their inevitable demise.

Race

Artificial Life Form

Within the machine hides the mind and soul of a living being, whom once callee himself human yet no longer does that term properly apply so he is simply just a soul and a mind within a machine body. After the man successfully transferred his very being into the shell he currently inhabits, the achievement unlocked the Key of Progression and shunted him from Sol IV.

Legacy

He Who Entered The Machine...

Orren Vos was a scientist who studied robotics and artificial intelligence, however his status amongst the scientific community was low and none of his research was highly regarded. It drove him mad and resolved his determination to perform a risky procedure on himself, resulting in his subsequent transformation into a machine.

With the success of his transition Orren Vos unknowingly gained the attention of an Old God by whose own aspect was Progress, yet the gaze was not of negative intent but conceit at the achievement of a mere mortal who ascended to a higher form of being, which was something that denoted a higher knowledge for such technological advancement by a human being. Orren Vos was overcome by an unseen force and his very being was somehow different and more powerful than before with the true name of a God stored in his mind...

Might

Power Of The Machine...

Orren Vos was a brilliant yet insane scientist when he was once the man he had been before his ascension beyond his mortal shell. He knows almost everything about technology and artificial intelligences, as well as the skills to make things no sane individual would even perceivably consider to create. He was an inventor and loves to make things with metal and wires, and eternally seeks to perfect himself and his inventions. And his newfound power over such things granted him the tools to achieve such desires, possibly exceeding the expectations entirely. Orren Vos soon discovered he could create metallurgical materials and shape them into the form he desired, and could even grant life to the machines he made. All artifice would answer his command without question for he was the master of the future. He was the apotheosis of Progress, and the future would bend to his will.

Creations

Path

The Future...

Orren Vos is on an ever eternal conquest to create the perfect empire from which he will rule over his creations, creating a society of steel and steam where all technology will flourish into fruition.

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[Dark Cloud]

@Dead Cruiser Ah can you or someone else get my sheet into the section, please?

[DostHou]

Will there be an RP discord going up soon or will the OOC serve as the primary hub of discussion?

[DELETED087367]

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[DostHou]

Understood.

[Dark Cloud]

Still need help.

[DostHou]

What specifically seems to be the issue? I'm assuming you've pressed the edit button for your character sheet and have tried to copy-paste it here. Does it just cut certain parts of the sheet off or disallow it entirely?

[rezay]

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[rezay]

*I'll go ahead and add Orren to my post, if it needs to not be there sometime I'll edit it out. I'm tired and heading out, goodnight all.

[Dark Cloud]

For the love of god, I'm typing from a Nintendo Switch so that is why. And @rezay post the sheet separately so I can copy/

[rezay]

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[Dark Cloud]

@rezay I can quote but that huge ass block of text for your sheet will take forever to delete.