[CHAR] Avalia

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Character Sheet

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[h3][b][color=E594FF]Appearance[/color][/b][/h3]

[b][color=a187be]Height:[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Build:[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Skin Tone:[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Distinguishing features:[/color][/b]
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[h3][b][color=E594FF]Psychology[/color][/b][/h3]

[b][color=a187be]Likes[/color][/b]:
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[b][color=a187be]Fears:[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Habits/Quirks[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Sexuality:[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Personality:[/color][/b]
[indent] This is only a guide. You are not limited to these questions. Please write about whatever qualities you want.

First paragraph: Treatment towards others

[color=purple]⋆[/color] Behavior towards others is: extroverted or introverted. Talk about how social your character is or isn't.
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Where on the spectrum of selfish to selfless
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Where on the spectrum of kind to mean.
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Is your character affectionate? Do they enjoy hugs and being touchy?
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Is it hard to gain your character’s trust?

Second paragraph(or list.) include: Reaction in Situations

[color=purple]⋆[/color] Easy to anger or does your character usually remain calm? What about irritation?
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Patient or impatient. Is your character impulsive?
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Brave or Cowardly? Are they brave to the point of recklessness?
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Anxiety hold you back? Do you get nervous?
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Reaction speeds to situations.

Third paragraph(or list.) include: What's in the Brain. Try not to be smart in every way possible.

[color=purple]⋆[/color] Intelligence level: Are you a cunning mastermind?
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Charisma level: How well can you manipulate people? Do you make friends easily? Are you persuasive?
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Sense of humor or no sense of humor?
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Sanity level of character/do they struggle with any mental illness/disorders?

Put anything else you think of as you see fit. If you wish to keep certain traits secret, say so.

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[h3][b][color=E594FF]Background[/color][/b][/h3]

[b][color=a187be]Occupation[/color][/b]
[indent]If human, what was your occupation on Earth? Fairies, elves, and demi-humans all have occupations often as well. None is NOT an acceptable answer as well. If you’re homeless, just say so here. [/indent]

[b][color=a187be]Living Immediate Family Members:[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Dead Immediate Family Members:[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Current Companions:[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Current and Past Lover(s):[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):[/color][/b]

[b][color=a187be]History(2 paragraph minimum):[/color][/b]

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[h3][b][color=E594FF]Combat and Magic Stat Creation[/color][/b][/h3]
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[color=ed1c24][u][color=E594FF][b][color=a187be]ALL SPECIES ANSWER:[/color][/b][/color][/u][/color]

The below questions will ask you to name the number of years of experience with certain stats and to describe your athletic behavior. The GMs will present your character’s stats based on the information you provide below. Please try to keep this realistic. We will call you out if it sounds implausible. We may reach out to you for additional questions if need be.

Fitness Level(If you’re active, please list how. Sports activity? Etc):
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What are your character’s physical strengths?
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What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
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[u][color=E594FF]Years of Experience:[/color][/u]
[b][color=a187be]Weapon(s):[/color][/b] (This must make sense with the history you provided. If you are an 18-year-old cheerleader who knows how to use 12 different weapons for no reason, that might be a little weird.)
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[b][color=a187be] Hand-to-Hand Combat:[/color][/b] (You may attribute a number of years to general hand to hand, or attribute it to a different style)

[color=ed1c24][u][color=E594FF][b][color=a187be]HUMANS STOP HERE AND MOVE DOWN TO NEXT SECTION:[/color][/b][/color][/u][/color]

[color=red]For this section, please only use what’s relevant to your species of choice[/color]

[u][color=E594FF][b][color=a187be]Fairies[/color][/b][/color][/u]

[u][color=E594FF]Years of Experience:[/color][/u]
[b][color=a187be]Forest Fairy[/color][/b]
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Zoolingualism:
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Chlorokinesis:
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Healing:

[b][color=a187be]Winter Fairy[/color][/b]
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Zoolingualism:
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Cryokinesis
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Healing:

[b][color=a187be]Dark Fairy[/color][/b]
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Zoolingualism:
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Necrosis:
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Erebokinesis:
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[u][color=E594FF][b][color=a187be]Elves[/color][/b][/color][/u]

[b][color=a187be]Light Elves[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Dark Elves[/color][/b]
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Offensive Erebokinesis:
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Shrouding:
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[u][color=E594FF]Magical Abilities[/color][/u]:
[color=ed1c24][b][color=a187be]HUMANS ANSWER:[/color][/b][/color]

[b][color=a187be]Ability on Avalia:[/color][/b]
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[color=ed1c24][b][color=a187be]FAIRIES AND ELVES ANSWER:[/color][/b][/color]

[b][color=a187be]Best Abilities(Fairies will specialize):[/color][/b]
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[color=ed1c24][b][color=a187be]DEMI-HUMANS ANSWER:[/color][/b][/color]

[b][color=a187be]Species of Demi-Human[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Abilities from Beast Side (Creativity is welcomed):[/color][/b]
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[color=ed1c24][b][color=a187be]ORCS ANSWER:[/color][/b][/color]

[b][color=a187be]Rite:[/color][/b]
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[color=ed1c24][b][color=a187be]DWARVES ANSWER[/color][/b][/color]
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NPCs and Side Characters Sheet

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[h3][b][color=E594FF]Appearance[/color][/b][/h3]

[b][color=a187be]Height:[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Build:[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Hair Color:[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Hair Length[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Eye Color:[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Skin Tone:[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Distinguishing features:[/color][/b]
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[h3][b][color=E594FF]Psychology[/color][/b][/h3]

[b][color=a187be]Sexuality:[/color][/b]
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[b][color=a187be]Personality:[/color][/b]
[indent] This is only a guide. You are not limited to these questions. Please write about whatever qualities you want.

First paragraph: Treatment towards others

[color=purple]⋆[/color] Behavior towards others is: extroverted or introverted. Talk about how social your character is or isn't.
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Where on the spectrum of selfish to selfless
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Where on the spectrum of kind to mean.
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Is your character affectionate? Do they enjoy hugs and being touchy?
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Is it hard to gain your character’s trust?

Second paragraph(or list.) include: Reaction in Situations

[color=purple]⋆[/color] Easy to anger or does your character usually remain calm? What about irritation?
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Patient or impatient. Is your character impulsive?
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Brave or Cowardly? Are they brave to the point of recklessness?
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Anxiety hold you back? Do you get nervous?
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Reaction speeds to situations.

Third paragraph(or list.) include: What's in the Brain. Try not to be smart in every way possible.

[color=purple]⋆[/color] Intelligence level: Are you a cunning mastermind?
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Charisma level: How well can you manipulate people? Do you make friends easily? Are you persuasive?
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Sense of humor or no sense of humor?
[color=purple]⋆[/color] Sanity level of character/do they struggle with any mental illness/disorders?

Put anything else you think of as you see fit. If you wish to keep certain traits secret, say so.

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[h3][b][color=E594FF]Background[/color][/b][/h3]

[b][color=a187be]Occupation[/color][/b]
[indent]If human, what was your occupation on Earth? Fairies, elves, and demi-humans all have occupations often as well. None is NOT an acceptable answer as well. If you’re homeless, just say so here. [/indent]

[b][color=a187be]Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):[/color][/b]
[b][color=a187be]Current Location:[/color][/b]
[b][color=a187be]Current Companions:[/color][/b]

[b][color=a187be]Brief History(Optional):[/color][/b]

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The Dark Dragon - Antagonist Side-Character

⋆ +10,000 ⋆ Female ⋆ Dragon ⋆

Appearance of Humanoid

Height:

6'0"

Build:

Thin

Hair Color:

White

Hair Length

Very long

Eye Color:

Purple

Skin Tone:

Very light purple

Distinguishing features:

Black dragonic wings, ethereal beauty, slight glow to her hair

Appearance of Dragon Form

Psychology

Personality:

Treatment towards others

⋆ Introverted, but can appear extroverted if she wants to
⋆ Selfish
⋆ Outwardly kind in her human form; internally cold
⋆ Normally does not trust anyone

Reaction in Situations

⋆ Mostly always calm. There are very few situations that can stir her anger and once you do, your minutes are numbered.
⋆ Patient
⋆ Mostly fearless
⋆ Quick to react

What's in the Brain

⋆ Extremely Cunning
⋆ Extremely Charismatic
⋆ No humor; Deyanira finds little in reality very funny.
⋆ Though level-handed, most of her actions would indicate insanity.

Background

Occupation

The Dark Dragon

Current Equipment: To be added
Current Location: Malthemoor Kingdom
Current Companions: King Zanithel

[FunnyGuy]

King of Avalia, Kyros Zanithel

Kyros Zanithel ⋆ 802 ⋆ Male ⋆ Dark Elf

Appearance

Height:

6’3

Build:

Athletic and having a lean muscular body. His body seems to be geared toward functional fitness rather than just strength or speed.

Hair Color:

Ashen

Hair Length

slightly past his shoulders

Eye Color:

Amber

Skin Tone:

Gray

Distinguishing features:

”None”

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Psychology

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Treatment towards others

⋆ Introverted. Though his duty requires him to address his people often. Kyros must always take time to decompress by his lonesome.
⋆ Selfless.
⋆ Neither kind or mean, Kyros is fair.
⋆ Physically affectionate to no one.
⋆ Untrusting

Reaction in Situations
⋆ Remains calm.
⋆ Patient
⋆ Brave.
⋆ Nervousness is never shown, at least on the surface.
⋆ He often claims his decisions were made by “the gods” themselves or “the only way”.

⋆ Charisma level: He has the ability to influence others and meet people where they are. Kyros would much rather disarm someone with his words.
⋆ No sense of humor.
⋆ Sane

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Background

Occupation

King of Avalia

Current Equipment: His sword “Umber” is always by his side but his equipment changes based on what he’s preparing for.
Current Location: Malthemoor
Current Companions: N/A

Brief History: To be born a dark elf, even a prince, amounted to little in the eyes of Avalians who did not share the blood of the tainted. Kyros had not been the strongest of his siblings, nor the sharpest. In fact, the elf’s only notable trait in childhood was simply his compassion toward others. The ability to connect. It was this overlooked trait of his that set him apart from the rest of his siblings. A trait his father eventually saw fitting for what was in store for their people. No matter how strong, a king cannot defeat the world. No matter how clever, a king cannot bring others to heed him. However, a king who has the hearts of those who follow him has the ability to conquer everything in his path.

Yet no one could have foreseen his ability to connect to something… No. Someone beyond the realm of mortals. A being considered a demigod from the most ancient of scriptures. Kyros’ chance encounter with the draconic demigod that lorded over the element of darkness might have ended differently with his peers or siblings. Perhaps it was not chance but rather, destiny. The young elf was barely 30 when he found himself facing her. Even as young as he was when meeting such a being, Kyros’ gentle persistence gave an impression that had not been felt in millennia past. And in time, Kyros connected with the ancient presence on a level deeper than even she may be reluctant to admit.

Even with his intimate contact with such a being ordered to be forbidden by his father, Kyros disobeyed. She was the embodiment of darkness after all. How could a dark elven prince resist? Surprisingly, it was not magic she taught him. It was the nature of his competitors… His enemies. And it was not long until his father saw it best for his son to know these enemies. To see their kingdoms, to know their people, to experience their cultures firsthand. It was all coincidental… It was perfect. Perhaps it truly was destiny.

So, Kyros explored Avalia. He learned of its cities, of its people, and of the pulse that beat through it so vivaciously. A pulse that lacked the touch of darkness. This absence had always remained the case but was not something that could not be changed. It required steep hardship, the dire price of war, and Kyros did not hesitate to pay it. Kyros’ first act for Malthemoor was to absorb all other dark elven settlements. This included what he considered the lesser kingdom located on the southern bay of Daka Island. Kyros tried to be merciful but their lack of submission led to the execution of their ruling family. Kyros needed his people united before he set his sights on the other kingdoms.

There was little warning as the declaration of war had been the first strike on the Roshmi Kingdom and the occupation of its far-faring northern islands. Though the Roshmi Kingdom had been blindsided by the Malthemoor Kingdom, the Demihuman kingdom and its lesser cities were met with nothing greater than conventional military might. No assassinations, psychological warfare, or disruption of the powers that controlled the Roshmi Kingdom. It was one army defending itself against another. King Zanithel could have sacked Roshmi Kingdom in more ways than one could choose to cut into a burstag steak but he chose against them all. This gambit… It could only be made a soft-hearted fool or an emotionally intelligent genius. To fight fairly… No no no. To win fairly. The Roshmi Kingdom, now Roshmi City, was taken the way it was to demonstrate just how serious the Malthemoor Kingdom was in their conquest, and have the newly captured demihuman settlements work to their advantage. Trade on both ground, air, and sea in the east was completely theirs. The largest amora port was now under their control. And lastly, the opportunity to enlist in aiding Malthemoor in their conquest was left on the table for those still itching to fight or even provide valuable intelligence on the other kingdoms Aquarian had not budged but that was expected. It was also planned for.

Kyros wished he could take every kingdom as he had Roshmi but that was not possible with the others. They were too stubborn. Too set in their ways. Like weeds in the vast garden he sought after, they had to be torn out with conviction. There couldn’t be mercy with them, as he knew how they’d fight… They would fight with everything they had. If compassion meant meeting someone where they were. He’d do just that.

Saving the Sun Elf Kingdom last would have been fitting for any other Malthemoor king and his people would revel in the decision but Zanithel saw this kingdom fit to be struck down before anyone else. The Sun Elf kingdom was surrounded and Aldrakh was helping to keep their Dwarven and Fairy allies on one side of the great river that split the mainland in half. Kyros almost pitied those responsible for banishing his people. To see their kingdom fall apart from within as leaders took bribes while their soldiers fought so bravely on the battlefield. To cut such a malformed head from a fit and powerful body was difficult to witness, even if it spelled another victory for his people. Unlike the demihumans, Kyros was not gentle with his light magically inclined counterparts. He saw it fit to execute and imprison all military officers and proclaimed heroes. It was better to have martyrs for the weak, than leaders that could elevate them.

Kyros was sure the rest of the world stood still when the Sun Elf Kingdom fell. The forces that were barely keeping a foothold against the River Fairy Kingdom and Ironhold would now find reinforcements at their backs. By the time the latter felt Malthemoor’s might, east Avalia had been occupied by Malthemoor, including the Winter Fairy Village. Ironhold had never been successfully besieged but that’s because it truly was impossible for an army to get through its walls. This was a fact even Kyros accepted. He knew he couldn’t grip pride so tightly to his breast. One of his most notable officers, General Zarra pulled back her forces from Ironhold to prepare the next course of action. With dozens of barrels of black powder, dwarven weapons, and Ironhold military uniforms, Kyros incurred the wrath of Flamythera, a red dragon that shared the mountain range with the impregnable fortress. Flamythera attacked Ironhold’s gates with flames hot enough to melt the outer portions of the city and even went as far as to storm the inside of the fortress to return the same damage done to her lair. After causing a partial cave-in incinerating many of Ironhold’s frontline men, Kyros granted Flamthera the title “Herald of Ashes.” As soon as the vengeful dragon left Ironhold, Malthemoor marched in to overtake the battered shelter left behind. After taking Ironhold, Zarra was named the “Iron Breaker”

All that was left were the tenacious fairies. Burning the forests was a tactic Kyros would never take. Destroying it would kill any chance of subjugating the Forest Fairies. However, choosing to spare the forest, left the fairies with nigh-unlimited use of their chlorokinesis Malthemoor’s forces were devastated but continued. It took nearly a year to take the River Fairy Kingdom, but it was thanks to a decision made in the conquering of Roshmi. A demihuman scientist came forward with a method of harming the fairies to a point of surrender. A biological attack that Malthemoor could treat. Kyros did not hesitate to extort the kingdom as the urge to burn it down entirely crept into his mind.

Last to fall was the Aquarian Kingdom. It was not due to their might or even the lack of accessibility into their kingdom. Their true weakness was their indecisiveness. Their complacency in their security! Their nation was already under stress due to trade with other settlements being closed off to them. All it took was tainting their waters. Eliminating a large percentage of their food source to defeat them. No weapons were raised, and no blood spilled. Simply poison dropped.

With no other Kingdom or territory formidable enough to stop Malthemoor, they moved on to settle the new nation they had conquered. They paid Aldrakh for their participation in the war and Dugmaghord for remaining involved. Both orc settlements were left to retain their societies as they saw fit to an extent. Orcs without rites have been allowed to serve in the Avalian Army and receive a specialized rite.

With Avalian united under a single kingdom, all previous royal lineages were made defunct in status and relevance. As he was crowned Avalia’s king, he kept the goal of uniting Avalia in his forethought. Each settlement was overseen by dark elven officers with handpicked advisors native to that settlement. Dark elves would retain the power while the advisor informed the overseers of cultural customs and the societal inner workings of the respective settlement. This practice worked in all settlements until a River Kingdom insurgency loyal to the Millinia royal family rose against him. Kyros made sure the group and the family were snuffed out by any means necessary. Some were jailed, some were executed, and others grew to learn what it means to wield darkness. Just as they all would.

King Kyros Zanithel. A man prepared to make the world into something he can both love and be proud of. For in his heart of hearts, there is no other way. Darkness is peace. Darkness is freedom. Darkness is power.

[Alivefalling]

Zalthraxis

Zalthraxis Morthelvaan ☠400 ☠ Male ☠ Dragon

Appearance

Height: 7’0” Build: Lean Eye Color: Emerald Green Skin Tone: Black Distinguishing features: Missing his right eye and has a red mana crystal carved into an eye, Twin horns protruding forward from his skull.

Psychology

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Sexuality:

Asexual

Personality:

Treatment towards others

☠ Zalthraxis is introverted for the most part, usually keeping to himself so he can further his research or projects. However, he will behave however he needs to in order to receive his desired outcomes.
☠ He is selfish to an extreme degree. Zalthraxis would allow anyone to be killed to save his own skin and he is willing to do whatever it takes to meet his end.
☠ He is the definition of cruel; he revels in torturing and killing creatures of any species. Zalthraxis gets a thrill from killing and the more his victims scream, the better.
☠ Zalthraxis has no affection but will show it if there is something to gain from it for him. When he loves someone, he loves them for what they provide him, almost as if it’s an extension of himself. This is the case with some of his prized dark fairies, who he will put effort into protecting, not for their sake, but for his own.
☠ He will never truly trust another living thing and he does not care to.

Reaction in Situations

☠ Zalthraxis is usually calm but extreme failure of most kinds can be enough to send him into a rage.
☠ He is quite patient, knowing that creating perfection can not happen in one day.
☠ Zalthraxis is not one to show fear outwardly toward others, but honestly, he is a coward. When the cards are not in his favor, he is quick to escape to preserve his life. This is not because he fears death, but because he’s motivated to reach the end of his goals.
☠ He is quick to react when needed and is able to think fast on his feet when he needs to. However, with his plans, he is carefully calculating and meticulous.

What's in the Brain

☠ Zalthraxis is highly intelligent always thinking ahead and figuring out possible outcomes.
☠ He is manipulative to his core. He will use anyone if it will further his goals even going to lengths to create personalities to fit in or become closer to others.
☠ Zalthraxis will use humor as a means to manipulate but personally sees no use of this type of speech.
☠ He suffers from paranoia, haunted by the constant fears that his precious dreams will not come to fruition. Zalthraxis is also afraid of losing his life before he can see his goal through until the end.

Background

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Occupation

Scientist

Current Equipment: He carries a sword, vials of potions, a dagger

Current Location:Malthemoor Research Facility

Brief History:

Zalthraxis grew up in the Avian City, a district of Roshmi. He was the only child born to wealthy parents who were world renown for their scientific contributions. They were pleasant people and their life was peaceful. Zalthraxis had always been too smart for his own good, however, and would often manipulate others around him, even his own parents. For this reason, his parents never really knew the extent of his malicious personality. Zalthraxis spent much of his childhood dedicated to following in his parents’ footsteps, eager to achieve the greatness they had in the realm of science. He even wanted to surpass them.

Into his adulthood, Zalthraxis had not experienced any hardship. His life had been peaceful and his clever mind had enabled him to easily climb the ladder of the scientific community. He specialized in medical and psychological research. Many medicinal inventions can be accredited to his name. The first 290 years of his life were spent in this way. By the time the war had begun, Zalthraxis had made himself a name known by all in the medical field. His name was found in textbooks in schools and he had won multiple awards.

When the war had come around finally, an idea had dawned on Zalthraxis. He decided he could use it as a once in a lifetime opportunity to solidify himself at an even higher status in the hierarchy of the new world that would follow the war. So, he went to the dark elf king with his idea. He proposed the idea of a biological weapon which, once made, ended up playing a huge part in the dark elves’ victory. It is a big part of why they were able to win after five years.

After the war, Zalthraxis presented the dark elf king with another proposal known as The Dusk Project. King Zanithel was quick to give the green light to the project after the massive success of Zalthraxis’s first idea. It was initiated only months after the war. The Dusk Project was a process in which other species, specifically fairies, are pushed towards a similar evolution to that of dark elves. The process involved extensive hours of torture as a means of pushing the fairies to the limit where’d they feel their most negative and darkest emotions. After they were finished being tortured to the point of exhaustion, they were attached to breathing apparatus and subsequently placed in large tubes. These large tubes were composed of water, raw dark mana crystal dust, and dark magic input hourly by powerful dark elf mages.This process took an indefinite amount of time from until the subject died or was completed.

Since the dawn of The Dusk Project, King Zanithel had been providing Zalthraxis whatever resources he needed to keep the project moving, whether it was elves or materials. Zalthraxis
would bring many elves with him to attack smaller fairy settlements and kidnap young fairies. He even was involved with the attack on the Millinia family years ago. Zalthraxis was able to successfully take back some of the offspring.

Once he had captured fairies, he’d proceed to torture them. The pain would begin even before he could even bring them back to the Malthemoor Kingdom. He put every fiber in his being into showing him as much pain and torment as he could possibly come up with. Some of them had initially died at first, but quickly the successes began to outnumber the failures. Once they had become his perfect creations, their torment would come to a halt and he’d suddenly shower them with kindness. Zalthraxis would treat them as if they were his own children, but really he saw them as his most prized collectibles.

His goal for The Dusk Project is to create a world where all creatures succumb to darkness.

[Helo]

Bowyn

Bowyn Elmwood ⋆ 27 ⋆ Male ⋆ Winter Fairy

Here Comes Revenge || Any Means Nessasary

Appearance

Height:

5’6

Build:

125 lbs

Hair Color:

White

Hair Length:

Short

Eye Color:

Pale Blue

Skin Tone:

Pale

Distinguishing features:

A vast collection of scars, most notable is the scarring along his back where his wings once were, and a dark elvish symbol for traitors branded against the left side of his neck.

Psychology

Likes:

⋆Being outdoors, especially in the cold
⋆Thieving, all of it; the plotting, the risk, the thrill, the reward
⋆Rue

Dislikes:

⋆Dark elves, though dislike is not nearly a strong enough word
⋆Sobriety
⋆Light elves

Fears:

⋆Anything that makes him feel confined, trapped, or like a loss of freedom
⋆Losing people he’s close to
⋆Bowyn has a healthy amount of fear for the numerous dangerous and large creatures that roam Avalia’s wilderness.

Habits/Quirks

⋆Drug use, Flarus during the day to keep him focused and Zemak in the evenings to help calm him and to try to get some sleep. The Flarus keeps his nose often irritated, his teeth either grinding or chewing on something, and an overall twitchy vibe. Luckily he's got Zemak to calm down when needed.
-Paranoia, when indoors he needs to be able to see all doors and windows from where he’s at, his guard is always up, and he is obsessively observant.
-Kleptomaniac, Bowyn not only steals to survive but oftentimes just because he sees an opportunity and enjoys the thrill.

Sexuality:

Hetero

Personality:

As harsh and unyielding as the northern winters, Bowyn is the sort of man who grits his teeth and bears his burdens. Ill-tempered and cold on the surface, Bowyn is cautious about who he chooses to trust or even care about. He keeps himself guarded, selfish to an extent, but always among the first to head toward danger. Despite his pessimistic outlook he still sees some people as worth protecting. He will go to any lengths to protect those he feels need it, as well as for those who fight with him, but for those he sees as his enemy, he is entirely ruthless. There are very few lines Bowyn even recognizes and almost none that he wouldn’t cross if it meant an end to the dark elves. (and unless you’ve got Bowyn’s ride-or-die loyalty, best to not try and hug him.)

Bowyn has the patience to wait for things he wants, more than willing to play the long game but is frequently impatient with those around him. Jaded, outspoken, and introverted, Bowyn is not easy to get close to, but with his trust comes unwavering loyalty. His honesty is harsh, his judgments quick, he has very little capacity for forgiveness, and mercy is entirely forgotten. Bowyn is driven forward by a need for vengeance above all else. Fear and anxiety do not hold him back from what he wants, they drive him forward.

What Bowyn lacks in education he makes up for with cunning and adaptability. He catches on quickly, works hard, believes in self-reliance, and does not give up. His sense of humor has grown dark, sarcastic, and often biting. He is more comfortable making allies than friends and makes a clear distinction between the two; allies can be manipulated, and they can be used, but he likes to think he’d never do that to a friend. Bowyn strives to push himself beyond his limits, often to his own detriment.

Background

Occupation

Criminal, rebel, and living that vagabond life by choice (mostly).

Living Immediate Family Members:

He doesn’t know of any blood relatives but considers all Winter Fae to be family.

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Many that he considered as dear to him as family.

Current Companions:

Rue?

Current and Past Lover(s):

Bowyn doesn’t think this is anyone's business.

Current Equipment:

His main weapon, other than magic, is a cobalt short sword. He also carries a large steel hunting knife at his side and another small steel knife remains concealed in his boot.

History:

His life began in an orphanage; humble, and difficult at times, but never lonely. His memories of childhood are fond ones, surrounded by people who felt like family in every way that mattered. When he was younger the older children taught him how to hunt and steal, when he was older he helped teach the younger children. That was the way the winter fairies worked, collectively, to ensure they all survived and thrived as best they could in their harsh homeland.

Bowyn was always skilled with magic. He started off using his magic to build his own toys from ice, a common habit amongst the poorer members of his community. It was long before he found he had a true talent for ice sculptures, but despite that talent and best efforts, the world he lived in had little use for what he created. And the rest of the world was hard to ignore. Destruction simply seemed a better use of time and talent. He sought out rebel groups and threw himself into anything that could help undermine the dark elves.

He was young, hopeful, and idealistic. He thought he was invincible.

He led an attack on a small group of dark elves, hell-bent on destroying their supplies. Here he learned he was not invincible. He watched many of his closest friends die. But living was worse. He ended up captured and branded with the dark elf symbol for treachery, a mark left burned into the side of his neck that remains his favorite scar. It both marks his dedication to the rebellion and serves to remind him of the dangers of recklessness, all etched forever into his skin.

The next five years were lost in a dark elf prison. One escape attempt ended with the severing of his wings. One of many failed attempts. Eventually, he succeeded. There was no other option, it was either escape or die encaged. It became clear that alone, he would accomplish little. He spent months learning to communicate with a stoat that found its way into his cell. The stoat brought him the keys to freedom, and Bowyn escaped by leading a prison riot that ended with the slow death of every dark elf in that prison, guard or not. Surrounded by the sights and sounds of the torture of dozens of dark elves, Bowyn once again glimpsed freedom. It was a beautiful day.

There were few places he could go after that, but the only option he ever saw for himself was with the rebellion. Bowyn let his morals stretch and warp to accommodate his goals. Full dark elf annihilation would be Avalia’s only salvation. Bowyn found a cause to devote his life to, something to live for, and a future to dream of; a better world for his people.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation:

Fitness Level:
⋆ An underfed, scrappy, and often exhausted fairy, every part of Bowyn is tuned for surviving on the bare minimum. He gets by, but he’s not built for brute strength, he can keep up on a long trek, and pushing himself has never been a problem, but he’s not winning any footraces either.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
-Endurance and will, Bowyn only finds pain to be a powerful motivator.
-Magic, Bowyn grew up with very little, he has relied on magic to survive his whole life.
-Stealth, decent from years of hunting

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆Heat, Bowyn doesn’t do well in hot climates
⋆Physically not that strong
-Not great in a melee fight

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆Sword, 2 years, he can use it but very little skill.
-Knives and Daggers, he’s carried one since childhood, he’s picked up a few tricks from people here and there but nothing that would impress anyone.

Hand-to-Hand Combat:
-Bowyn will always fight dirty, he might do alright in a bar fight every now and then but it's usually a last resort.

Fairies

Winter Fairy
⋆ Zoolingualism: 4 years, a skill that Bowyn had mostly neglected until his imprisonment where he befriended a stoat and currently he can only speak stoat.
⋆ Cryokinesis: 22 years, ever since he could tap into his magic Bowyn has deeply connected to his cryokinetic abilities.
⋆ Healing: 12 years, not highly skilled by any means but able to heal minor wounds easily, anything more takes a lot out of him.

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Best Abilities(Fairies will specialize):

Cryokinesis

Extra:

Tramun Von Razortooth or Raze for short, is the stoat that’s often perched on Bowyn’s shoulder or nestled in a pocket. He is always on high alert, suspicious of just about everything, incessantly curious, and incredibly loyal. Raze enjoys stealing things and biting hands.

Raze

stats

Bowyn's Stats

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Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯

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Magic Stats

Cryokinesis:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Healing:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Zoolingualism: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Combat Stats

Sword Combat: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Knife/Dagger Combat: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Hand to Hand Combat: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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[Potter]

Rue

Rue L. Briar❄ 28 ❄ Female ❄ Winter Fairy

Champion ❄ Fire

	Appearance Height: 5’4 Build: Lithe, muscular, and 140 Hair Color: White with strands of lavender Hair Length Shoulder length Eye Color: Light blue Skin Tone: Pale Distinguishing features: Due to amputation, she has a prosthetic right leg from hip to foot Tattoo brand from Arena on left shoulder (See picture)

Psychology

Likes: ❄Cold Winters ❄Animals ❄Bowyn ❄Fruit Dislikes: ❄Shadow- A dark Elf ❄Hot weather ❄Losing ❄Unnecessary violence		Fears: ❄Losing Bowyn ❄Claustrophobia ❄Being trapped or powerless ❄Shadow - Dark Elf ❄Arenas Habits/Quirks ❄Prefers to lead ❄Introverted ❄Uses Zemak for trauma/nightmares ❄Night owl ❄Prefers to be up high in trees

Sexuality:

Hetero

Personality:

Rue is an ambivert when it comes to socializing. Around those she is familiar with, she can be chatty and when conversing with strangers she will be quiet and shy. Unknown to anyone but Bowyn, Rue is angry. She’s angry at the Dark Elf rule, she’s angry about the mistreatment of others, is tired of the unnecessary violence, and wants to bring peace to Avalia. A fire has been lit in the young fae and she will not rest until she meets her goal. Her ability to trust others has deteriorated and it takes a lot to convince her. Rue’s sweetness is contagious and her warmth is enough to melt the snow in her village. From her arena trauma, she has become even kinder, ensuring to treat everyone and everything with more compassion. She is confident in her abilities, though she is sensitive. Her determination to save others from suffering how she did is her driving force. Being mean is difficult for her and rather difficult to get her to that point. If someone manages to push her that far, she will become colder than ice and unforgiving.

She is selfless and willing to put herself on the line to save others. At times she becomes reckless and has to be told to stop. However, having to pull back or being unable to save someone, will depress her and she will compensate by overeating. Her curiosity might get the best of her in new situations. Rue is emotional, but she doesn’t see the point of mindless arguing. Her patience is almost impenetrable, although sitting still for too long will wear on her. Rue’s brave and not afraid to stand up for others or herself. The arena has toughened her skin and hardened her. She’s seen traumatic deaths and fights, and this has caused her to become anxious and nervous, sometimes lashing out unexpectedly. She second guesses herself due to guilt from her friends dying and may become indecisive.

She’s friendly and tolerant to most people. Her loyalty is often strong and difficult to lose. Rue’s smart and clever and often underestimated due to her quirks. An unnerving cunning side to her rose from her trauma. She can be impulsive, sometimes getting into trouble unexpectedly. Her charisma is accidental, and she becomes a compulsive liar when frightened. Rue has become more serious over time, but can laugh at the right humor. Rue has a sassy side to her she often doesn’t use.

Background

	Occupation Rebel, vagabond and leader Living Immediate Family Members: None Dead Immediate Family Members: Anne-Mother, Dresden - Father Current Companions: Bowyn Current and Past Lover(s): A secret Current Equipment(Any weapons etc): Bow and arrow, polearm

History:
Rue's life had been marked by hardship from a young age, as most of her family perished, leaving her and her parents to fend for themselves. Despite this, her parents were able to provide for her and she grew up with decent jobs. Rue was determined to make her parents proud, so she trained diligently in the art of fighting and self-sufficiency. She learned how to forage, gather, and hunt to sustain herself.

As she grew older, news of the tragic events unfolding in the River Kingdom ignited a fire within Rue. She could no longer live in peace in her village, knowing that the Dark Elves would eventually target their home. Rumors of a resistance group called "The Resistance" fighting against the Dark Elves reached her ears. With a sense of purpose, Rue joined the rebellion and discovered her aptitude as a healer.

Unfortunately, this also put a target on her back. The Dark Elves schemed, kidnapped her and then planned to execute her. In particular, a cunning Dark Elf named Shadow decided to put her healing talents to use in the black market arena. There, Rue was tortured mentally, physically, and emotionally. She worked long hours, healing arena fighters, training, and also cleaning up after the gory and violent fights.

However, Rue at least befriended some of the other slaves, such as a dark elf rebel named Heidi (“Heidi in Your Shadow”, as the girl would joke), and dark elf brothers Levi and Jean. The Dark Elves, Rue learned, were rebels who were abandoned by their families for being traitors. She treated them all kindly and wasn’t discriminatory, and they formed a strong friendship. The group commiserated over the misery and helped Rue after she broke down. What kept her going was imagining them free and thinking of Bowyn whom she missed deeply.

Over the course of two years, Rue experienced both victories and losses in the matches she fought. However, the last match was deliberately unfair. She was pitted against two violent and enraged orcs, resulting in a devastating leg injury that left her in agony and traumatized. Her fellow slaves, Heidi and Jean, managed to kill the orcs and rushed Rue out of the match. Despite their best efforts, Rue was unable to heal the injury, and the difficult decision was made to amputate her leg.

The amputation took Rue out of the matches for a while as she focused on her recovery. Once she had finally healed, Rue and her fellow slaves devised a plan to escape their captors. The night of the escape came, but their plans were foiled when Shadow, one of their captors, discovered their intentions. In a cold-blooded act, Shadow murdered Heidi, Levi, and Jean before they could even react, leaving Rue devastated and consumed with rage.

In her fury, Rue unleashed a flurry of attacks against Shadow, managing to freeze her in the process. She also freed some of the creatures held captive, including a majestic Pegasus named Starfire. With the help of her newfound ally, Rue and Starfire made their daring escape from captivity, leaving behind the horrors of their past.

After fleeing from the arena, Rue and Starfire traveled together until they reached a safe distance. Despite initially being wary of Rue due to the abuse she had endured, Starfire witnessed Rue's determination and selflessness in attempting to save as many as possible. Rue worked tirelessly to strengthen their bond, earning Starfire's trust over time.

As they journeyed, Rue eventually found Bowyn again, reuniting with her fellow rebel. Despite the scars on her mind from the harrowing experiences she had gone through, Rue's resolve burned stronger than ever. She made a solemn promise to herself: to prevent anyone else from suffering the way she, Heidi, Jean, Levi, and Starfire had. Rue was determined to work towards a peaceful life for all Avalians, including Dark Elves.

With her newfound purpose and unwavering commitment, Rue rejoined the rebellion, her heart ignited with a burning fire for justice and freedom.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level:
❄Lithe and fit mostly in her upper body. She has iridescent wings that are 5 ft long.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
❄Due to being conditioned to train almost daily, Rue has become fit. She is stronger in her upper body.
❄Strong flier and capable of long endurance flights.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
❄Rue is weak on land when it comes to long distance walking or standing.
❄Easily defeated on land if she loses her balance and is clumsy.

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s): Rue has become familiar with many weapons, but prefers to use a bow and arrow. Rue is skilled and has practiced intensely on fighting from the air or treetops.
❄She uses a polearm for both fighting and walking/standing

❄ Bow/arrow = 20 years
❄ Polearm= 5

Hand-to-Hand Combat: Rue is able to punch and block, but otherwise is easily defeated in hand to hand combat.

Fairies

Years of Experience:

Winter Fairy
❄ Zoolinguilism: 5 years.
❄ Cryokinesis: 15 years
❄ Healing: 20
Magical Abilities:

Best Abilities:

Cyrokinesis

Rue's Stats

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Physical Stats

Strength:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤◯◯◯

Stamina:⬤◯◯◯◯

Dexterity:⬤◯◯◯◯

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Magic Stats

Cryokinesis:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Healing:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Zoolingualism: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Combat Stats

Ranged Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Polearms: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Hand to Hand Combat: ⬤◯◯◯◯

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Companion

Starfire is spiteful, mistrustful, sassy, high-energy and stubborn. However, she is loyal to Rue due to being freed from the arena by her. She is wary of others and can become aggressive if threatened.

[Potter]

Violetta Millinia

Violetta “ViVi” Millinia ⋆ 32 ⋆ Female ⋆ Dark Fairy

Mad Hatter & Vendetta

Appearance

Height:

5’9

Build:

Tall, lean, and muscular.

Hair Color:
Magenta, with blood red tips

Hair Length
Short, spikey, and punky

Eye Color:
Violet

Skin Tone:
Pale

Distinguishing features:
⋆Prominent violet eyes
⋆Scars everywhere
⋆Spiky hair
⋆Mischievous grin

Psychology

Likes:

⋆Fire
⋆Pain
⋆Sleep
⋆Cookies/Junk Food
⋆Animals / Insects
⋆Stealing
⋆Thunderstorms
⋆Singing/Dancing

Dislikes:

⋆Rebels
⋆Torture
⋆Competition
⋆Her siblings
⋆Being lectured
⋆Cold weather
⋆Goody-two-shoes
⋆Not getting her way
⋆Disappointing Zalthraxis

Fears:

⋆Pain
⋆Humans
⋆Crowd
⋆Light magic/Sunny days
⋆Her magic failing her
⋆Hunger/Sleep Deprivation

Habits/Quirks

⋆Sleep walks
⋆Insomniac
⋆Pyromaniac
⋆Kleptomaniac
⋆Toys with everyone/anything out of boredom

Sexuality:

Unsure

Personality:

Becoming a Dark Fairy has forced Violetta to have a completely different personality. Extrovert at heart, Vivi enjoys conversation. She will talk your ear off about anything, and if she sees you’re annoyed, she’ll continue. Vivi loves to talk about herself and brag about her achievements. She’s arrogant and haughty, knows she’s superior by being royal, and doesn’t mind letting others know. When it comes to being selfish, she’ll push someone off a cliff before she sacrifices her wants; however if you serve a purpose, she may save you. Her venom is disguised by sweetness. Her kindness comes with a price; inside is a monster waiting to torment you once she has you hooked. There, she’ll toy with you, pushing you away and pulling you back in. Violetta doesn’t trust anyone but herself, but is good at playing along with people’s plans. She is unpredictable and difficult to pin down.

Violetta’s temper is easily triggered and often destructive. Her emotions may seem calm and collected, but there is a deep rage burning inside of her. For as destructive as her anger, she’s uncannily patient and enjoys waiting for things to happen. When she’s hurting someone, she enjoys taking her time. Despite the trauma, she’s brave and bold, often unable to back down unless instructed to do so. It’s almost as if she needs to prove herself and handle everything. This had led her to becoming extremely independent, often asking to be alone. Her confidence is an unsolid commitment, often wavering on the fear of disappointing Zalthraxis. Her decisions are quick, precise and often cruel.

For as evil as she is, Violetta’s intelligent. She’s cunning and deceptive, often toying with people’s heartstrings. She is persuasive, manipulative and charming, all of which she uses to her advantage. Her ability to shift from confidence and collected to depressed and needy come in a flash and are often used to manipulate people. Her humor is broad and a weapon she utilizes at others expense. She enjoys laughing and doesn’t care if others are hurt. Her jokes range from appropriate to inappropriate, often accompanied by a loud, boisterous laugh. Inside is a traumatized soul who lost herself and hellbent on achieving revenge and destroying the rest of Avalia.

Background

Occupation

⋆Zalthraxis’ Enforcer, which includes:
Hunting people down
Torturing people
Training new Dark Fairies
Interrogator

Living Immediate Family Members:

@13org Viola - Twin Sister, Dark Fairy
@Helo Cypress/Cyrus - Forest Fairy
@princess Ophelia - Forest Fairy

Dead Immediate Family Members:

King Cedar Millinia, Queen Elyna, many siblings

Current Companions:

Zalthraxis

Current and Past Lover(s):

Open for Discussion

Current Equipment:
⋆Lighters
⋆Cookies
⋆Swords
⋆Poison vials
⋆Bow/arrow
⋆Whip she wears around her neck

History:
Violetta was born to Cedar and Elyna Millinia in the River Fairy Kingdom with her twin sister Viola. Her childhood looked happy and perfect; she had everything she wanted at her fingertips. Clothes, food, animals, education, she had it all. Unfortunately she wasn’t the most booksmart, and her parents often lectured her, and pushed her to achieve higher marks. Vivi was hyperactive as a kid and couldn’t sit still in classes. She enjoyed talking more with the animals and insects around her kingdom. Violetta was gorgeous too, which her parents said was her “saving grace.” Often compared to her twin, it seemed like Violetta just couldn’t get life right. Her grades weren’t ever great, she was clumsy, loud and outcasted, and often came home dirty and accompanied by other creatures. Vivi didn’t let it stop her and continued training day and night. Violetta always felt that “failure was one step ahead of her.” She’d take one step forward and be forced to take two steps back.

When it came to her siblings, Violetta loved Viola more than anything, and favored her in particular. She loved Ophelia and Cypress too, but was often the underdog in the siblingship. Ophelia had the looks, Viola the talent, Florian’s intelligence, and Cypress the correct personality. This pushed her to become resourceful and find something - anything - to improve herself on to win her parent’s approval, no matter what. She became a menace in the training ring and fought people much older and experienced than her, often getting her ass beaten to a pulp. She dreamed of becoming a formidable adversary against the Dark Elves and made it her goal to become as strong as possible. Vivi also partied as a teen, did drugs, and also drank quite a bit to deal with her depression and hopelessness. She over-ate and enjoyed junk food to the point they restricted her diet and forced her to only eat healthy foods. Violetta rejected this in kind to quit eating entirely for a month until finally giving into her hunger.

Her life then suddenly came to a screeching halt fifteen years ago when her brother Florian was murdered. This enraged her so she helped launch an attack against the Dark Elves. She witnessed the death of Florian, her parents, and her siblings. Devastated and enraged, she launched a counterattack of desperation and subsequently was kidnapped.

There, she was thrown in front of the Black Dragon and tortured day and night. Violetta lost her voice from screaming so loud and often and her vocal cords never truly recovered. This led her to having a raspier voice. There was never relief from the torture either; she’d be healed only to be injured again. Violetta was isolated, beaten, had acid dripped on her, thrown into a dark energy tube, and had her memories warped. While inside of the tubes, Zalthraxis knew of her parental problems with her so he continually manipulated them until she soon turned against her family. The “Re-education” helped strengthen manipulation. Vivi’s screams soon turned into fits of rage against the rebels. The feeling of never being good enough broke Violetta, where she believed she was better off dead and never truly loved. Her magic resisted the dark energy and took longer to become affected. When they turned, the transition to dark fairy was complete.

Desperate to be loved and prove her worth, Violetta clung to Zalthraxis. Her mind was broken down completely. Soon, she did anything and everything he asked her. It wasn’t long until he decided to make her his enforcer once he saw the completed project. Violetta’s powers were soon honed, and they began training vigorously for years with them. She became a pyromaniac and incorporated it into her attacks. Violetta trains successful dark fairies, tortures new ones, hunts down escapees, and also interrogates Avalians. Violetta loves Zalthraxis as a foster father, and enjoys the company of Kyoros and Deyanira. Her new found dream is to destroy Avalia and bring it to darkness and its knees.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level:
⋆Fit and strong. She is highly fit, both on the ground and in the air.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆Flying
⋆Hand Combat
⋆Stealthy and high dexterity
⋆ High physical strength

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆Light magic / Sunny conditions
⋆Ranged weapons are not her strong suit
⋆Not the fastest
⋆Cannot swim

Years of Experience:

Weapons:
⋆Swords- 20 years
⋆Bow/Arrow- 17 years
⋆Spears/Polearms- 10
⋆Whip- 7 years
Hand-to-Hand Combat: 25

Dark Fairy Magic
⋆ Zoolingualism:
Violetta has spent most of her life communicating with the animals and insects that roamed Avalia. She befriended many animals and insects when she was lonely or being scolded by her parents.

⋆Necrosis:
Violetta relishes in hurting others and spent over a decade learning how to control it on other prisoners.

⋆Erebokinesis:
Violetta enjoyed learning how to use the darkness offensively and defensively, and one of her favorite tricks included shrouding areas of darkness, then setting fire to the areas to trap her victims.

⋆Chlorokinesis:
Not her strongest suit, but she enjoys rotting plant life around her for fun and also setting fire to it.

Best Abilities:

Zoolinguilism & Erebokinesis

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Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Combat Stats

Hand-to-hand Combat:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Swords Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Spears/Combat: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Whip:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

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Magic Stats

Zoolingualism:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Necrosis: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Erebokinesis ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Chlorokinesis:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

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[Helo]

Zion

Zion Beyond the Horizon ⋆ 22 ⋆ Male ⋆ Demihumam

Iron Lion Zion || Momma Sed

Appearance

Height:

7’

Build:

400 lbs

Fur Color:

Buff

Mane Color/Length:

A full and mighty golden mane

Eye Color:

Amber

Skin Tone:

He’s never shaved the fur to check

Distinguishing features:

While his face is able to keep a stoic expression, his ears and tail too easily betray his feelings. Most folks tend to notice when a giant lion walks into a room.

Psychology

Likes:

-Adventure
-Helping others
-Eating

Dislikes:

-Warforged/Technology
-Wastefullness
-Weak Morals

Fears:

-Any death he does not see as honorable
-Letting others down
-Large bodies of water, Zion is not a swimmer, and by extension traveling by sea

Habits/Quirks

-Frequent eating; he is a large cat who hates to see an empty plate
-Always needs to be doing something. Naps, for him, count as doing something, but if it’s not time for a nap then there’s always work to do.
-Most of his emotion is expressed through the movements of his ears and tail. He is more in tune with his animal side than most demihumans and frequently succumbs to cat-like impulses.
-Very superstitious

Sexuality:

Hetero

Personality:

Zion trusts people until they prove otherwise, he looks for the good first. He has always been a shameless extrovert, always willing to reach out and get to know those around him. Zion will absolutely be giving out giant hugs and was raised with the perspective that those he travels with are the same as family. He places incredible value on traits like honesty, bravery, and integrity. He would always try to save another if there is even a chance he can help, but he has sense enough to know when a situation has no good outcome. Zion will always choose to be as kind as he can be, and he will also go to great lengths to save Avalia from this age of darkness.

A good-natured and eternally optimistic cat, Zion’s temper only surfaces when faced with true malevolence. Almost always calm, sometimes chill to the point of being lazy, and often appearing to be either apathetic or insanely cocky in the face of danger. While pride is one of his faults, Zion also holds a very genuine belief that Avalia will take care of good people, there is no need to worry. He believes that while battles may be lost, good will always defeat evil in the end. Patient with people, occasionally impatient in situations, he prefers to act quickly over thinking things out. Brave to the point reckless but very little holds a lion back.

Far from a cunning mastermind, with a tendency towards being too trusting of strangers, Zion is not interested in manipulation and has little tolerance for those who are. Making friends is much more his wheelhouse. Zion loves a good joke, and a bad joke, really any excuse to have a laugh. As far as his energy levels go, he uses what he needs and saves the rest for things go bad.

Background

Occupation

Adept at living off the land, Zion takes odd jobs when he needs amas. Usually involving hunting down dangerous creatures, protecting travelers, or hard manual labor. All of these are things he enjoys, and putting work into things he does not enjoy or see value in, is just a waste of time.

Living Immediate Family Members:

None that he knows of

Dead Immediate Family Members:

-Mother; Brightest Ember in the Harth (Ember)
-Father; Thunder that Calls the Storm (Thunder)
-The rest of his tribe, Pilgrims of the Wandering Clouds

Current Companions:

TBD

Current and Past Lover(s):

A few cats here and there

Current Equipment:

His halberd, a shield, hunting knife, and half-plate armor.

History:

As every major territory in Avalia slowly fell to the Dark Elves, it became clear no civilized place in Avalia would be safe. But there were parts of Avalia that could never be conquered, where nature ran far too wild to be anything but free. Pilgrims of the Wandering Clouds formed as a nomadic collection of feline Demihumans who had fled civilization as Avalia fell to darkness. Zion’s life was one of constant travel, endless adventure, and explorations, and living as close to wild as they could without turning feral. They never stayed in one place for very long, always moving to avoid any contact with Dark Elves and their allies. Their clan stayed free, they all looked out for one another.

His days were spent traveling, hunting, and training, while his nights were often spent sitting around a fire listening to stories or celebrating with his tribe. His people often traded with the fairy kingdom, and when they heard of the insurrection within the fairy kingdom, his father and many other warriors from his tribe left to aid their cause. Zion was raised to believe that a cat is a noble creature, and so a cat must always choose the noble path. Zion holds tight to this belief because his father died choosing the noble path; Thunder died fighting for Avalia, he fought long after hope was gone, and so Zion always remembers whose blood runs through his veins.

Until their paths inevitably crossed with Dark Elves and their horrible machines.

Warforged, a thing more vicious than Dark Elves themselves. An enemy with empty eyes and no soul behind them, nothing in it to differentiate between a warrior and a child. Most of his clan was slaughtered in the days before his mane had even grown. He escaped, but it did not feel noble to run. Neither did it feel right to ignore his mother’s final request.

There was nothing but the immense guilt of having not died alongside his clan; his family. His community had made everywhere a home, without that, he was lost. He found purpose through living as his parents did, always striving for the noble path Zidur expects of all cats, and by helping those he can.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation:

Fitness Level:
-Active, fit, and built for both hunting and battle, Zion is always game for feats of strength. When it comes to speed in a quick burst, he’s impressive, but not one for long-distance running. His endurance is lacking, but he plays to his strengths, waiting for the right moment to strike as a lion does.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
-Brute strength and quick bursts of speed
-Skilled with his weapon of choice
-Absolutely thrives in the untamed wilderness

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
-Stealth, though when hunting animals he has enough, anything brighter than an antelope easily notices a huge lion lurking about.
-No magical defenses
-Easily outsmarted

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
Ever since he could hold a weapon as a cub, Zion has been trained to fight. He started with spears and for the last 8 years, he has carried with him the last thing his father ever gave him, a halberd, as his favored weapon. He has a bit of experience with a variety of other bladed weapons and can use them well enough if needed but it is halberd that feels most right in his hands. Zion has no experience with bows or firearms, and the latter he refuses to even touch them.

Hand-to-Hand Combat:
-Zion can handle himself in a fight and he always welcomes a challenge, but Zion is often held back by his desire to always act in an honorable way, even in battle.

Subspecies:

Feline Demi-human; Lion

Best Abilities (from beast side):

-Hunting
-Tracking, and excellent sense of smell
-Night Vision
-Mighty Roar
-Claws and sharp teeth as a natural defense
-Thick hide
-Being a lion

Stats

Zion's Stats

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Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Ground Speed: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Dexterity: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Combat Stats

Halberds/Spears Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Other Melee: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Ranged Weapons: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Hand to Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

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[FunnyGuy]

Mister Luum

Mister Luum ⋆ 456 ⋆ Male ⋆ Elf

Appearance

Height:

6 ft

Build:

Lean athletic build.

Hair Color:

Brown

Hair Length

Shoulder-length

Eye Color:

Green

Skin Tone:

Medium-brown

Distinguishing features:

Sun/star-shaped tattoos on left shoulder and forehead. Green and gold necklace, three earrings per ear, labret piercing, and septum piercing.

Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Making new acquaintances
⋆ Sharing extravagant old stories
⋆ Thanking Solaris for all good happenings
⋆ A lively party
⋆ Leading others to victory by way of coaching rather than participating
⋆ Discussing matters concerning magic
⋆ Exploring unusual practices
⋆ Curiosities
⋆ Rumors and gossip
⋆ Music
⋆ Talking through his problems

Dislikes:

⋆ People he considers to be too uptight or negative
⋆ Being lectured, especially by someone younger than himself
⋆ His lies being caught on to too frequently or too quickly
⋆ Light magic illusions and invisibility
⋆ Bland food
⋆ Prudes
⋆ Certain people. He never seems to have a legitimate reason for this but instead validates his dislike with the first thing disagreeable about said person.

Fears:

⋆ Public knowledge of his true name
⋆ The wrath of a certain elf
⋆ Chaperoning a human that he won’t get along with
⋆ Being alone.

Habits/Quirks

⋆ Mister Luum seems to always have a smile on his face. He also embellishes the truth quite often… or does he?

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Mister Luum almost always comes off as friendly and almost intrusive toward others whether he’s known them for a few seconds or several decades. He’s rarely ever seen by his lonesome, constantly engaging with others. Whether friend or foe, Mister Luum is sure to indiscriminately flash his pearly whites. Divisions between social classes and species don’t concern this elf making him unreluctant in approaching the largest of orcs or the grumpiest of dwarves. However, whenever he’s left alone he finds himself overwhelmed by boredom to the point where he’ll seek out nearly anything to be his company. Whenever this fails, Mister Luum will simply talk to himself, and quite loudly too. As far as selfishness goes, Mr. Luum wavers here. He’ll give to those with less than himself, but he won’t give up valuable items or enough where he finds that it harms himself. He won’t spoil anyone, as he feels most people should be capable of earning their keep. Mister Luum will sometimes point this fact out using his slave demihuman as an example. As friendly and warm as Mister Luum is, he doesn't prefer being touchy unless he’s trying to get under someone’s skin who displays introverted tendencies. Despite what he displays on the outside, Mister Luum is not very quick to trust others. His intrusiveness and attention he gives to others are not always well-intentioned but rather suspicion masked by curiosity.

Mister Luum retains quite an upbeat mood, even annoyingly so. Even when all hope seems lost, the elf seems to always find a thin silver lining to grasp a hold of. Patience is something Mister Luum has learned and practiced and is not necessarily in his nature. You say “Go” and the elf is running to the hills but he also has the capacity to simply wait. He’s learned to do this by occupying his time with talking, singing, thinking, and meditating. Mister Luum would neither consider himself a coward nor anxious in stressful situations, though he would choose to leave a situation he determines might end poorly. It’s more about weighing the pros and cons logically than deciding emotionally with him.

Despite all that has been given, Mister Luum is a bit of an enigma. He’s deemed trustworthy enough to assist in the rebellion, but not much is known about him. The elf may seem intellectual one moment and then a total fool the next. He seems to get along or at least tolerate most, but his smile could be considered a faux that he wears as a mask. His ownership of a slave may be of concern or intolerable to others, yet he doesn’t seem to bat an eye to the idea of participating in a relationship that would be considered unbecoming of an elf attempting to liberate Avalia from Malthemoor’s clutches. He seems nice, sure, but how much should you trust him just because he seems pleasant?

Background

Occupation

Currently considers himself to be an Adventurer and claims to be an entrepreneur of a very successful shop called “Saluumi Shack” that he always conveniently mentions is “kinda out of the way” no matter where he seems to be.

Living Immediate Family Members:

The Luminos Family of the Sun Elf Kingdom

Dead Immediate Family Members:

None of note

Current Companions:

Brigitte the slave

Current and Past Lover(s):

DM me and I will fill this 🙂

Current Equipment: Mister Luum has a staff made of oak wood, though he doesn’t seem to treat it very well, and if one is observant enough they will key in on noticeable changes to the staff. Mister Luum owns a pair of channeling gloves he rarely wears, a cold ring, and a disguise ring, and an armor of deflection enchantment.

History: Antaris “Mister Luum” Luminos was born and raised in the proud Sun Elf Kingdom nearly half a millennia ago. He had always been the social butterfly, even annoyingly so at times. As a child, he might have been passed off as the kid who couldn’t just keep quiet but his proclivity for generating light magic drew the attention of his elders. Light generation came easy to him, but the rest, not so much. He was always considered to be the light elf in his generation that could shine the brightest but when it came to technique and applying the magic into useful shapes, Antaris was quite lackluster. His elders that were once intrigued quickly dismissed his giftedness. Though, Antaris thought nothing of it as a young elf, always enjoying the lavish light show he could create, his parents thought otherwise. They saw it fit to set their son on the path to be placed into the House of Solaris, one of the few guilds of the Sun Elf Kingdom. The House of Solaris was known for training and preparing light elves to weave and bend light magic a cut above the rest. While their sister guild, the House of Lunathea focused on the raising of priests and priestesses meant to put the kingdom at ease with their abilities to soothe and protect the kingdom and its people, The House of Solaris’ purpose was to create far-reaching soldiers meant to eliminate threats before they were too close to home.

Once in the guild, Antaris seldom saw his childhood friends, even when he put forth the effort to make time for them. He dreaded the training and meditation he was required to do and it only became worse when he was eventually moved into the guild’s barracks. At the guild, he learned what he would be offered in normal elven schooling but with an additional focus on the study of magic and the blessings Solaris gifted upon the world. He was given time off but it was always staggered against everyone else. Still, he attempted to make friends as he always had but was somewhat of the oddball of the bunch. It’s not like he chose to be there. The training wasn’t as spectacular as he would have liked it to be. Learning to use magic was one thing, however, simply learning about magic was far less intriguing in Antaris’ young years. The curriculum made sense for the time. Avalia was at peace. The only threats consisted of large creatures that steered too close, bandits, and an occasional party of green-skins that sought to pillage neighboring villages. That was the case for a long time, a few hundred years to be exact… And then the Malthemoor Kingdom came in like a bat out of hell.

Antaris was both excited and wary of the war declared by his banished elf-kin. He’d get to actually do something that didn’t just amount to a simple flash in the dark but also knew his Kingdom hadn’t prepared for something like this. The idea of Malthemoor succeeding was a bit ridiculous until they took Roshmi City and the trading hubs on the seas. Deploying to distant battles in need of Sun Elf Kingdom soldiers never promised a safe return home, so every time Antaris was sent forth, he fought with everything he had. He even established a bit of a name for himself due to the magical wrath he unleashed on his foes. “The Beacon.”

His enemies always knew he was coming with his noticeable flashes of light in battle. It gave them a momentary advantage. They could prepare for his advancement. Unfortunately for them, the real problem was stopping Antaris once he reached them. A mage that truly weaponized his magic even if he wasn’t a master of all its capabilities.

Alas, the victor of the war was Malthemoor, and the word was spreading about their king wanting the heads of every notable Sun Elf soldier that fought against them. Antaris the Beacon being one of them. Antaris had been a powerful mage that fought dutifully for his kingdom, but this elf was not about to have his head chopped off as a reward for going above and beyond with his service. And so, he rid himself of his uniform and even cast away his name as he set on starting a new life. He traveled about, gallivanted foolishly, tried drugs out just because, started a business or so he says and even purchased a slave for sale to make life easier. However, it did not matter where he traveled or what he did, the dark elves were in power and it weighed down against the people of Avalia. Hope seemed lost, almost completely, until he was met by an old family friend that piqued his interest. A rebellion.

“Now that sounds like suicide! Is that really your plan? It’s cool but… definitely suicide… I’m in!”

Combat and Magic Stat Creation:

The below questions will ask you to name the number of years of experience with certain stats and to describe your athletic behavior. The GMs will present your character’s stats based on the information you provide below. Please try to keep this realistic. We will call you out if it sounds implausible. We may reach out to you for additional questions if need be.

Fitness Level:
⋆ Mister Luum wouldn’t be labeled as an athlete aside from his ability to move about. He isn’t physically strong but he’s surprisingly more agile than most due to not being equipped to resist too many attacks with his lack of armor. His physical stamina falls in the range of average but can mentally push himself when needed. Mister Luum has always seen his physical prowess as simply an accessory to his magical abilities. To him, his body is the base for the weapon that is his magic. Mobility is key to him

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ His mobility for the most part.
⋆ Mister Luum is proficient at using a staff as a defensive weapon.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Mister Luum is fit but not for strength in attacking with weapons or his fists. He could throw a punch, sure, but don’t expect it.
⋆ Mister Luum isn’t as durable as he wished he could be and relies on dodging or magical feats to endure or avoid attacks.

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s):
⋆ Mister Luum has used a staff with the House of Solaris for over 200 years, though its primary use is channeling magic.

Hand-to-Hand Combat: Mister Luum doesn’t fight with his hands.

Years of Magic Experience:

⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 30 years of dedicated time with high progress
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): 20 years of dedicated time with low progress*
⋆ Shielding: 30 years of dedicated time

Best Abilities:

Light Magic (Offense Photokinesis)

Luum's Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Ground Speed: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Dexterity: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Combat Stats

Staff Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Hand to Hand Combat: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Magic Stats

Offensive Photokinesis: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Illusions (includes invisibility): ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Shielding: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Brigitte

Brigitte ⋆ 20 ⋆ Female ⋆ Demihuman

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Appearance

Height:

5’8”

Build:

Lithe

Hair Color:

Red

Hair Length

Shoulder length

Eye Color:

Pale Blue

Skin Tone:

Fair

Distinguishing features:

A pair of horns on her head and subtle freckles on her cheeks

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Psychology

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:

Brigitte is warm and comforting, always ready with a kind word or a listening ear. However, she also possesses an intelligent and resourceful mind. Brigitte is a problem-solver who can think on her feet and find creative solutions to any challenge that comes her way. She has a curious and observant nature, always eager to learn and understand more about the world around her. Her intelligence and quick wit often help her navigate tricky situations with ease.

Despite her resourcefulness and intelligence, Brigitte never loses sight of her kindness and compassion. She cares deeply about others and is always willing to lend a hand or offer support to those in need. She is a fiercely loyal friend and a trusted confidante to Mister Luum, always there to listen and offer guidance.

Her warm and caring nature, combined with her problem-solving skills and quick mind, make her a valuable asset to Mister Luum.

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Background

Occupation

Slave owned by Mister Luum...

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc): Longbow
Current Location:
Current Companions: Mister Luum

Brief History(Optional): Brigitte was fortunate enough to at least to have been born free. Her father was a successful trapper, a newly acquired trade by his family after the war. His and his loving wife’s forefathers before them had amassed a fortune as appraisers for the black market, using their sharp senses to determine the value of products to be bought or sold. It was quite the gig until Malthemoor took over and ensured many black market vendors went out of business. Trapping, which had been a secondary source of income quickly became the primary trade for the family. It put food on the table but severely hit the family financially. Brigitte’s parents were doing decently while expecting their first child but her father was accused and convicted of disrespect toward a dark elven woman who claimed he raised his prices far too high for the furs she wanted. Unfortunately, for him, the dark elf was in close relation to Warden Verneus Talven. The verdict was torture and the removal of his itchy palmed hands. Devastated by such an injury, the decent flow of money became trying with Brigitte’s mother left pregnant and unable to keep up the trapping business. Support from the family helped but her siblings and siblings-in-law needed to prioritize their own households. In desperation to support herself and not have her child be born poverty-stricken, Brigitte’s mother turned to gamble regularly in Riverport as an attempt to keep herself afloat. It seemed risky but this demihuman leaned on her superior heightened senses to catch tells, identify her more intoxicated competition, and see which folks were hefty with amas.

It was quite an advantageous sitch, and she took full advantage of it. There were other demihumans who could key in cues with their bestial abilities, but they paled in comparison and lacked her motivation. In a few months’ time, the pregnant woman was known for emptying others’ pockets and constantly putting card games on hold due to bathroom breaks. Her husband didn’t approve but he couldn’t argue with the amas she was bringing in.

When Brigitte was born, her father recommended they move from Riverport. To him, the gambling was profitable but he could see how others looked at him and his wife with enmity. In the time it took to nurse Brigitte post-birth, the casino took the time to scheme for her mother’s return. Once she had, she was accused of cheating after being dealt a hand with a counterfeit card at one of the tables. Not only was she accused of cheating this instant but also for her previous wins. She’d made enough enemies that the volunteer witnesses numbered over a dozen. Brigitte’s father and mother were swindlers not only in the court of public opinion but the court of law! The debt placed was so high, it could only be paid with their lives. Brigitte’s father was deemed unfit for slave labor and was publicly executed for his repeated offense involving stealing from Avalian citizens. Brigitte’s mother was placed into a labor camp alongside others deemed criminals and Warforged that failed to find their purpose in the world. Brigitte, unfit for labor was assigned to an orphanage but her infancy did not shield her from the debt. Her mother, not the most physically inclined, especially so soon after the pregnancy worked under heartbreak and died within a few months. No one else was equipped or willing to take the debt on, and so it fell on the child. The debt loomed over Brigitte as she was raised in less than hospitable conditions, not privy to what was in store once she was deemed fit to work. She never truly knew who her parents were, only being told they were simply unfortunate people that made unfavorable decisions.

“They were greedy.”

“They were unfortunately unlucky. Same as you.”

She was assigned to work as a servant for the casino. She cleaned up the messes others made to repay the establishment… unironically cleaning up the mess she inherited. Working at the casino was not much better than living at the orphanage except for her exposure to games that were played there. Sometimes it was exciting to watch when she got the chance. Interestingly enough, outside of the bare-bones education she would receive, the casino taught her a collective of things. The games taught her mathematics and how people strategized against others. The sidebar conversations taught her about the goings-on of Avalia and exposed her to those from other cultures without the need for travel. But most of all, the casino taught her how to read a room and those within it. Her keen senses made her work a game in itself. At times she knew who would win a large purse, who would lose, and even those that were cheating. When she wasn’t working, she read books to occupy her time, escaping to different realities and different times. This hobby started to become a necessity as the demands over what she needed to do increased and included acts that defiled her sanctity as she experienced her menarche. Despite what she was made to do or the knowledge she absorbed over the years, Brigitte always remained beholden to her masters running the casino. It was a life she was beginning to accept.

And then the oddest elf entered the establishment with a great big smile on his face. She was only fifteen at the time but it had been the first time she found herself vexed by someone. Unlike anyone else, she couldn’t quite read him. Brigitte equated him to a large decorated, and vibrant book that was written in a language that she couldn’t quite decipher. She was attracted to the enigma like a moth to a flame, placing herself close to him while she worked. His competition wore stoic faces against his smile that never faltered. Oddly enough, he greeted her like she wasn’t what she was and he… let her play a game with his hand.

“You got this!”

“Really? She’s a… Perfect! If she wins, I’ll take her… Debt? How much? Oh… And she’s paying that doing this? She’s never played, right? So how about we raise the stakes? She wins, forget the pot, she’s mine. She loses, well I guess by Solaris I’ll have to be her coworker for a time. I’m 451. I got time.”

“But between you and me, I think your luck is about to change.”

And it did. Mister Luum “unofficially” purchased her but oddly didn’t choose to grant her freedom. Instead, he had her work for him as his assistant of sorts. He made sure to keep her occupied with some sort of task, even strange ones such as counting the hairs on a dwarf's left eyebrow or listening out for how many roosters crowed at dawn. He supplied her with plenty of books to read but he also forbade her from talking to anyone else unless he said she could. She also had to ask his permission for almost everything. He almost always said “yes” which was even odder, even when tested him by asking if she could hold all of his amas. After a few weeks of following Mister Luum, which is all he would go by, he gifted her a longbow.

“For protection. Awesome, huh? I can’t teach you how to use it though. But hey, if a guy like me can figure out magic, you’ll be fine. Plus you’re smart.”

Brigitte and Mister Luum maintained their odd yet healthy friendship, traveling across Avalia while awaiting the “big important thing” to happen. She did manage to become skillful with her longbow, especially with Mister Luum making her shoot at random targets without rhyme or reason almost daily. Brigitte was also able to develop her senses, gaining a keen sense of her surrounding at an impressive level. She could key in on even the most subtle of details with ease.

[princess]

Phia

Ophelia "Phia" Millinia ✦ 27 ✦ Female ✦ Forest Fairy

	Height: 5'2" Build: Pear-shaped; lean Hair Color: Magenta Hair Length Thigh-length Eye Color: Amber Skin Tone: Light Distinguishing features: ✦ Doe eyes ✦ Freckles ✦ Scars on back ✦ Her thin, wispy wings that are folded to her back normally; They're a little on the smaller side. ✦ She smells a little sweet

Likes: ✦ The Flora and Fauna (Including bugs) ✦ Climbing ✦ Sunny the fox ✦ Bones (especially of old animal friends) ✦ Night ✦ Creating hats and apparel from anything she finds lying around ✦ Menzai ✦ Collecting and hoarding trinkets Fears: ✦ Losing her home ✦ Letting go of people and places she holds dear ✦ Wendigos ✦ Flying high because she's scared of heights ✦ Forgetting those she cares about or about things she loves		Dislikes: ✦ Having to listen to orders ✦ Feeling confined to one place ✦ When others disrespect nature or animals ✦ Waiting ✦ Going a long time without food ✦ Curse words (The bugs might hear them) ✦ Not seeing her favorite chicken for extended amounts of time ✦ Anyone who threatens her friends(aka Menzai) Habits/Quirks ✦ Forgetting names and random information ✦ Humming for no reason ✦ Staring at pretty objects and people for awkward amounts of time ✦ Hoarding sentimental items to her

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Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Phia is an extremely friendly and outgoing individual who always puts the needs of those she cares about before her own without ever being bothered by it. Despite this, she views her own life and the lives of others as precious. She is highly affectionate and loves to hug, even extending her warmth to strangers. Phia's genuine intentions are always to be kind to others, although sometimes her honesty or bluntness may come across as too direct. Despite her candidness, Phia usually accompanies her words with a smile and a soft-spoken voice, even when they could be interpreted as rude. However, she can be too trusting at times, seeing the good in people and often being naive in discerning their true intentions. In fact, when it comes to gaining her trust, Phia tends to be completely trusting of anyone who seems nice. She'll usually attempt to question someone and make sure they have no bad intentions, but it doesn't take much to convince her otherwise. In addition to her friendly nature, Phia is generally a happy and positive person. Many regard her as a little strange due to her quirky interests and sometimes lack of social awareness. Phia can also be described as very adventurous and as someone who enjoys her freedom. She can be a little stubborn when it comes to that aspect.

When it comes to Phia's temper, it's not easy to make her mad or annoyed. In fact, the few times she has gotten angry usually resulted in her becoming incredibly quiet. She would usually stare the perpetrator down intensely. Impulsive and very impatient, she is quick to dart ahead. Whenever she has to wait, she can become very nervous. This leads her to seemingly act brave in many instances as she will jump into a situation without thinking it through. Her impulsive nature can sometimes be a result of her discomfort with waiting or dealing with uncertainty, leading her to act based on her emotions rather than logical reasoning. When in a situation like a battle, she can be rather intense and focused. Her quick movements and reactions can be to her advantage at times. If the situation calls for it, she can drop the smile and attack with all her might. Phia is not afraid to defend her friends and territory.

Phia's intelligence is not her best trait. She is ill-educated and would grimace at the idea of being forced to sit down and learn in a classroom setting. With the exception of a few ill-mannered behaviors, her friendly personality can be charming to some (That is until she starts wearing a deer skull as a hat). She is a terrible liar as she sees no point in it and by extension, a terrible manipulator. Lastly, Her sense of humor is that of a six-year-old and she will laugh at everything and anything yet at the same time be awfully serious about the strangest of subjects.

	Occupation Healer of Guarav Living Immediate Family Members: Violetta Millinia@Potter, Viola Millinia@13org, Cypress Millinia@Helo Dead Immediate Family Members: King Cedar Millinia, Queen Elyna, many siblings Current Companions: Menzai @samreaper, a young fox she calls Sunny Current and Past Lover(s): Briefly dated one or two villagers in Guarav Current Equipment: ✦Staff with unbreaking and shift enchantment(shifts into dagger), Her bag, Water Purifier, Flask, some shiny pebbles

History:

Unbeknownst to Phia, she was born Ophelia Millinia, one of the youngest children of Elyna Millinia and Cedar Millinia, the rightful Queen and King of the River Fairy Kingdom.

The River Fairy Kingdom had been the most resistant to succumbing to the total dark elven power that had gripped the land since the war had ended. Even after decades, many still regarded Elyna and Cedar as their true Queen and King, albeit in secret, despite having lost control of their kingdom. Fairies were known for their unwavering loyalty to their beliefs and their royals, and they would often act out against the dark elves, resulting in harsh treatment and brutal retaliation. Many fairies were imprisoned for disorderly conduct, but this only fueled their resolve. In fact, it made things worse for the dark elves, as the fairies formed a secret group of followers to the Millinia royal family, planning an attack that was to happen in the years to come. They called themselves Millinia's Militia, and they spent considerable time recruiting followers and plotting their uprising.

However, the Millinia Militia's plans were foiled when one of the older Millinia children, Florian Millinia, was exposed as being part of the rebel faction. Despite the dark elves' initial reluctance to create a martyr, they felt they had no choice but to make a public example and execute him. The Millinia Militia was devastated, as Florian had been their close ally for decades. Fueled by rage and grief, they launched their attack prematurely, resulting in failure. The dark elves ruthlessly crushed the rebellion, making an example of the Millinia family. Their house was destroyed, and the entire family was brutally murdered, leaving the River Fairy Kingdom in disarray and demoralized.

However, amidst the carnage, one daughter certainly survived: Ophelia. At the age of thirteen, she was found wandering the woods by demihumans from the Guarav village. The extent of her journey and how long she had been wandering were unknown to those who found her. Severely injured and suffering from amnesia, she had no memory of her true identity or her origins. Though she did not recognize herself, the villagers did. If her looks had not been enough, the royal crest on her necklace truly solidified her identity. Nonetheless, they decided to keep her true identity a secret, believing it would be safer to raise her as one of their own. Ophelia never fully regained her memories. In fact, she incorrectly recalled her name to be Phia. Additionally, her past experience of magical skills slowly returned over time.

Phia was closely monitored by the villagers, as they anticipated that she would eventually recall the traumatic events she had experienced. They believed she would require extensive care and support to recover from the horrors she had witnessed at such a young age. However, instead of being consumed by sorrow and despair, Phia grew into a positive force in the village. She worked tirelessly to help grow crops and heal the villagers, earning their respect and becoming an integral part of their community.

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Fitness Level:

✦ Highly active: She spends a lot of time on her feet, climbing and swinging on vines, despite being able to fly. Phia does not like to sit still.

Physical Strengths:
✦ She can run fairly quickly and can sustain a decent run for long periods of time.
✦ Phia is agile and quick to react. It helps that she is flexible.
✦ Light on her feet, Phia is rather stealthy.

Physical Weaknesses:
✦ Her strength is below average.
✦ She is a small and not durable at all.
✦ Not tolerant to extreme temperatures

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s):
✦ Staff: This is used to focus her magic and she generally knows how to smack others with it- 10 years experience
✦ Dagger: 5 years experience - She bought the shift enchantment years ago for her staff; it can turn into a dagger.

Hand-to-Hand Combat:
✦ No experience

Magic
✦ Zoolingualism: 20 years experience: She can talk with most animals that are close to her size. Much of her childhood, though she does not remember, was spent talking to small indoor pets. 15 years ago, after her family was attacked, she found herself taken in by the demihumans of Guarav. There, she spent much of her time socializing with animals, even bugs. However, she never actively tried to build a high skill in this magic and it is more for fun.

✦Chlorokinesis: 15 years experience: These years focused on vine creation/manipulation and crop/fruit growing. She did not spend much of it on offensive battle tactics. It was less often used than her other two skills.

✦Healing: 18 years experience: She had been raised since ten to be a healer in the future. Despite the missing memories, she still clung to the skill. Phia has always tried to heal anything she sees hurt. Though she accepts the natural life cycle, she could never turn away from a creature in need. She has taken the role as a healer in the Guarav Village.

Best Abilities:

Healing > Zoolingualism > Chlorokinesis

Phia's Stats

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Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Dexterity: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯

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Combat Stats

Staff: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Dagger: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Hand to Hand Combat: ⬤◯◯◯◯

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Magic Stats

Zoolingualism: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Chlorokinesis: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Healing: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

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[Lava Alckon]

The Huntsman

The Huntsman

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Bardulf Siegfried ⋆ 32 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human

Appearance

Height:
5'11"

Build:

Broad build, defined muscles

Hair Color:

Brown

Hair Length

Shoulder length

Eye Color:

Purple

Skin Tone:

Caucasian

Distinguishing features:

Long hair, scar on lip, the fact that he’s human

Psychology

Likes:

⋆Nature
⋆Wood-carving/carpentry
⋆Sight-seeing
⋆Sneaking/Hiding
⋆Giving to others
⋆Practicing with his halberd

Dislikes:

⋆Needless killing
⋆Large social gatherings
⋆Nagging/judging
⋆Climbing
⋆Feeling useless

Fears:

⋆Losing his family for good
⋆Growing old
⋆Starving
⋆Falling

Habits/Quirks

⋆Stays hidden when possible
⋆Hunting/Fighting trigger a “change” in him that makes him more aggressive
⋆He talks quietly until he feels comfortable around someone

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

First paragraph: Treatment towards others

⋆ Behavior towards others?
Bardulf is very introverted, only feeling like he can be himself around close ones who he’s known for at least some time. He isn’t afraid of meeting new people, but certainly isn’t good at it.

⋆ Where on the spectrum of selfish to selfless?
Selfless to the max. Outside of giving away all of his food and possessions, Bardulf strives to make sure everyone is taken care of.

⋆ Where on the spectrum of kind to mean?
Bardulf, if possible, would never harm a single animal or living creature. But he knows the cycle and balance of nature and how sometimes it requires bloody action.

⋆ Is your character affectionate? Do they enjoy hugs and being touchy?
Bardulf never really knew affection until he met his wife, where he discovered he had a much softer side that his wife loved to cater towards. Now that she’s gone he’s back to his usual stoic-seeming self.

⋆ Is it hard to gain your character’s trust?
Trust is perhaps tricky to Bardulf. He is openly trusting on a lot of surface issues but to really get to know him may take some time.

Second paragraph: Reaction in Situations

⋆ Easy to anger or does your character usually remain calm? What about irritation?
Bardulf can have his moments, but for the most part he remains very calm. In the wild a show of emotion can easily lead to one’s death.

⋆ Patient or impatient. Is your character impulsive?
When you wait in the pouring rain and mud for hours in order to get the drop on a buck you’ve been tracking for over a mile, you learn that patience is indeed a virtue.

⋆ Brave or Cowardly? Are they brave to the point of recklessness?
Brave, because when his family needs someone to provide, he will do so.

⋆ Anxiety hold you back? Do you get nervous?
Bardulf suffers from fairly dominant social anxiety due to his time in nature. It’s a miracle he even met his wife, let alone have a kid with her.

⋆ Reaction speeds to situations.
He isn’t insanely fast but he mostly relies on his instincts to warn him of dangers. After being a hunter for so long, his instincts are spot on and have helped him out of a pinch several times.

Third paragraph: What's in the Brain. Try not to be smart in every way possible.

⋆ Intelligence level: Are you a cunning mastermind?
Smart in a survivalist’s sense. He can make traps, craft weapons, knows how to disassemble animals and prepare them for a wonderful meal. His knowledge outside of topics like this is very minimal.

⋆ Charisma level: How well can you manipulate people? Do you make friends easily? Are you persuasive?
He isn’t the most charismatic, nor does he like to be. He usually just states what the situation is to those who need to know and tries to let them know what he thinks is best, but doesn’t usually make much a case for himself.

⋆ Sense of humor or no sense of humor?
He knows jokes usually but isn’t great at making them.

⋆ Sanity level of character/do they struggle with any mental illness/disorders?
Bardulf is by no means insane, but he has undergone a severe amount of trauma in his recent years which has taken its toll on him.

Background

Occupation
Bardulf was shown by his father how to hunt, sell his game, and provide hearty meals for his village at the ripe age of 15. Since then that is all he has known, until his untimely almost-death.

Living Immediate Family Members:
His mother, Ella (52), and daughter, Nathalie (11),

Dead Immediate Family Members:
His wife, Kristine (32), and his father Gregor (55)

Current Companions:
None

Current and Past Lover(s):
Kristine

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
Halberd given to him by his father, leather armor/cloak, small backpack with 1 day’s worth of supplies/rations

History(2 paragraph minimum):

Bardulf grew up in the countryside, born in the year 1528 into a small village that resided in the eastern half of Germany. His father hunted game for the villagers and his mother is a seamstress that repairs fabrics and sews clothing for the younger children in town. Bardulf didn't make enemies with the other kids, but he wasn't adept at making friends either. He mostly kept to himself, hiding in far off places, even so far as walking along the treeline rather than play with the other kids.

His father,Gregor Siegfried, took it upon himself to show the boy some skills so that, come adulthood, he wasn't seen as some sort of "mooch" on the townsfolk. He taught Bardulf how to hunt, carve and make weapons (specifically spears and bows), as well as how to track down prey. His father always stressed a few key points and lessons to the young boy as he showed him the dangers of the woods that Bardulf so readily approached at such an early stage in his life. Bardulf learned about the balance of nature, and was told to only hunt what was needed. No more, no less. He discovered the dangers of the forests, from the large obvious threats to much smaller, conspicuous dangers.

Taking these lessons to heart, Bardulf perfected his hunting skills during his teenage years, to where he could match his fathers level of professionalism, though some would say it helped that Gregor was beginning to age away from his prime. As he grew older, Bardulf's mother would take her own role in guiding the young adult towards a more promising social life. He showed him some finer clothes, and would often invite him to come along to social outings so he could experience the bustling activities within the village rather than "staying hidden away in the woods day and night". Bardulf begrudgingly followed along his mothers examples, and would improve himself bit by bit. This would later help him meet and eventually marry his future wife, Kristine, who he met by the age of 16. They crossed paths at a festival held in the center of town and as if it was meant to be, the two talked practically every day until nightfall.

After a few years of this, Baldur learned to open himself up more to others, especially Kristine. By the age of 20, Baldur had resigned himself to spend the rest of his life with his soon to be bride. As a test of his ability to start and provide for a family, he built his own house in the nearby woods, still holding onto his own tendencies of isolation, but wanting to stay close enough so the village was a short walk away. Within the next couple of years, he and Kristine had a cabin in the forest to call their own, with a baby girl on the way. For the next decade, the two regularly stopped into town, traded the meat hunted by Bardulf and some pottery that Kristine would make in her free time. An honest living, just the way Bardulf was raised and the way he enjoyed.

It wasn't until Bardulf turned 32 that he would see his first personal tragedy. He had witnessed deaths before, both animal and human alike. But seeing his father slowly pass on due to an illness that no one could cure proved to be damaging to the man. However, with the support of Kristine, he found the strength to honor his father's memory and began to provide for both his wife, daughter, and now mother.

Then, in a twisted turn of fate, Bardulf would face another test of will. This particular night, the game he had hunted took longer to trade than normal, as well as the pots Kristine had made throughout the week. As night fell, Bardulf, Kristine, and Nathalie began to make their way back to the cabin, when Bardulf felt a chill run down his spine. Just outside their cabin door, one of the largest bears he had ever seen had wandered by, and its gaze turned towards the family. It all happened so fast. Bardulf remembers it all in a blur, an exchange of claws, and his trusty halberd. But one slip up was all it took for the bear to strike the man and have him at the animal's mercy. His wife couldn't watch any longer, and did her best to intervene, and ultimately was struck and killed by the bear before Bardulf's eyes. In a last ditch fit of rage, the man picked up his weapon and managed to strike the animal under its neck, causing it to flee. But the damage was done, and Bardulf could only crawl to his wife's lifeless corpse as he now lost 2 of the closest people he knew.

Weeks later, Bardulf, having healed from his wounds despite still having a nasty scar, was making another trip towards the resting place of his deceased wife. He held a bouquet of flowers that he had found in the wild, wanting to clear his head like he always does. Since the incident, he had moved back to the village with his mother so he could help take care of her, and she took care of Nathalie. The weather that night was frightfully overcast, as a rain storm had made its way over the village. Bardulf felt himself drag his feet, flowers hanging by his side as he wandered the woods aimlessly. Before he knew it, he stood in an open field, and a thunderous boom sounded overhead. Every part of him screamed to get away from where he was, but the call of the storm was simply too alluring. It was as if the lightning itself beckoned to him. He held his arms aloft, looking towards the clouds as if to taunt the very skies, and in a strange phenomena, a crack immediately sounded followed by a swift bolt of lightning.

If anyone was around to see it, you would only see a flash of bright light, hear the boom of the energy colliding with the earth, and witness only a prominent scorch mark where the man once stood. All evidence of his existence was erased in a flash. Yet, where one tale ends, another begins.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level(If you’re active, please list how. Sports activity? Etc):
⋆ Very active. From hunting deer, moose, critters,

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Good sprinter, long distance running is medium-level skill
⋆ Great endurance and great recovery period

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Can’t take that many hits
⋆ Low recovery rate, if tired out he needs time to rest

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Bardulf has practiced with his halberd since he was 15 for a total of 17 years.

Hand-to-Hand Combat:
Bardulf has very little training in any official styles. He merely copies what he sees some creatures do in the wild, resulting in a mixed bag of success. He has been practing this “wild style” for about 10 years.

Magical Abilities:
Ability on Avalia:
Electrokinesis - the ability to control lightning magic. Bardulf is new to this brand of magic and thus has little experience wielding it.

Click Here for Bardulf's stats

Bardulf's Stats

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Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Stamina:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Magic Stats

Electrokinesis: ⬤◯◯◯◯

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Combat Stats

Halberd Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

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[Blizz]

Captain Morr

Captain Drosis Morr

Drosis Morr ⋆ 682 ⋆ Male | He/Him ⋆ Light Elf

Appearance

Height

5”10’

Build

Athletic

Hair Color

Black

Hair Length

Shoulder-length

Eye Color

Unnaturally blue

Skin Tone

Lightly tanned

Distinguishing features

Multiple scars across his face

Psychology

Likes:

⋆The Ocean
⋆Music
⋆Card games

Dislikes:

⋆Violence
⋆Disorganization
⋆Wasting time

Fears:

⋆Loss
⋆War
⋆Failure

Habits/Quirks

⋆Drosis often stares into clouds and fog, as if he’s looking for something that isn’t really there.

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:

This is only a guide. You are not limited to these questions. Please write about whatever qualities you want.

Treatment towards others

⋆ Introverted.
⋆ Considerate enough of others to risk his life for their sake, but not enough to charge into a situation with little to no chance of survival.
⋆ Kind. Never raises his voice unnecessarily, but is quick to straighten people
⋆ Holds people at arm’s length, and prefers to keep things formal when meeting new people initially. It is difficult to earn his trust without proving you deserve it.

Reaction in Situations

⋆ Calm and collected.
⋆ Patient. Always thinks before acting, and then acts without thinking.
⋆ Brave, without being reckless.
⋆ No one knows if Drosis is ever anxious about anything. If he is, he hasn’t shown it.
⋆ Years of fighting a war on land and sea mean he reacts quickly in tense moments.

What's in the Brain.

⋆ Intelligent. Good at coming up with strategies and workarounds for things needed but not on hand.
⋆ Effective and competent leader, not much of a manipulator.
⋆ Rarely tells a joke.
⋆ Past regrets occasionally keep him up at night.

Background

Occupation

Captain of the Saltrunner. Former soldier.

Living Immediate Family Members:

N/A

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Nirya Morr - Father
Yarsinna Morr - Mother

Current Companions:

The Saltrunner’s crew, along with whoever the fuck the GMs put him with.

Current and Past Lover(s):

None that he cares to mention anymore.

Current Equipment
Sword imbued with powerful light magic

Galleon known as the Saltrunner

An unassuming ring made of adamantium. No one knows how he got it, but it's been imbued with just enough light magic to act like a lantern in low light.

History

Just over 600 years ago, Drosis was born as the only child of Nirya and Yarsinna Morr. His life was quiet, growing up a mile from Roshmi City. As a kid, Drosis was taught life magic by Nirya, his father. It wasn't easy for him at first, but after a few weeks, Drosis managed to produce his very first spark of light. Nirya taught him to produce illusions, to bend light in such a way that it could be only mistaken for a real thing. Between the days Nirya taught him light magic, Drosis spent much of his time by the ocean. He was fascinated by the ships he saw moving in and out of the nearby port. Once, he even scrounged up broken pieces of driftwood and old rope to make a raft, just so he could drift around on the water and pretend he was even remotely on the same level as the mighty vessels in the distance. There was very little else that happened in his life as a kid, but by the time Drosis had reached adulthood, he was taking part in sparring matches against Nirya- Without either of them throwing a single punch. The backyard looked like an entire war was happening because of the constant flashes of multicolored light flying back and forth. Being a former soldier in Roshmi's guard, Nirya always gave the boy a run for his money.

Drosis had been working in the port for the last few years, and officially struck out on his own at the age of 104, when he was certain his aging parents would be fine without him. His life was largely the same for the next 500 years. roughly 110 years ago, he found work on a cargo ship bound for Malthemoor. The Dark Kingdom was a touchy subject back home, but work was work, and Drosis yearned to see waters he never laid eyes on, so he thought nothing of it. The passage across the world was long and taxing, but between the companionship of his crewmates and the other magic-users aboard the Wayward Eagle, Drosis was in his natural element. He wouldn't have traded it for the world. The first sign that things wouldn't be so perfect were the blockades around Malthemoor. Hundreds of ships lined the port, and the Wayward Eagle was escorted by two ships into the port. Dark Elf guards unloaded all the cargo, and they were ordered to follow an escort back out before they could load again. Cargo ships don't return to their original port with an empty hold. At least, that's what the captain told the admiral overseeing the unloading. The dark elf admiral informed him that they would turn back immediately or the ship would be burned. Drosis witnessed the entire thing and was confused. No one officially said it during the incident, but Malthemoor had declared war on Avalia.

To their regret, the ship left port with an empty hold, and was escorted back past the blockade. Minutes later, a cannonball struck the very edge of their mast, at which point the entire ship responded with dismay. They opened fire on the ship a quick attempt to silence any suggestions of suspicion. They prepared to fire a second shot, but Drosis halted it with a shield of light, which splintered and scarred his face. By the time they readied a third cannonball, the Wayward Eagle was out of range. Two ships were sent after them, but Drosis, along with the three other proper mages aboard successfully fended them off until they were well out of Malthemoor's waters. There were no faeries aboard to heal his face, but his eyes were thankfully unharmed. The next few months back were tense. Everyone aboard was wondering what things must've been like back home. Did Avalia already know that war had been declared? Many of the crew wanted to fight in this war, or at least do something to prepare for it if it wasn't official yet.

When they finally returned to a port, the city of Roshmi was smoking. Countless buildings had been burned to ash, and Malthemoor ships were docked in the harbor. Dark elf soldiers patrolled the streets, and as they got within view of dry land, darkness started to cover the sea. They used magic in an attempt to run Wayward Eagle into the rocks, and it worked. Drosis was competent with light magic, but even he couldn't match the entire Malthemoor coast guard. Their ship crashed into nearby rocks, and fell apart like glass. Two of the deckhands were crushed by the mast as it fell, and the capstan flew apart, breaking someone's leg. Drosis and the survivors swam away, using the cloud of darkness as a smokescreen. They drifted a hundred feet from the harbor and rested under a warehouse for hours. Some of them planned to sneak out of Roshmi and join the nearest Avalian military force. Others went to see how their families were getting by in the aftermath of this. Drosis was one of them. Two days later, he gave Nirya and Yarsinna Morr a proper funeral in their backyard.

He managed to pull his father's old sword from the burnt remains of their home, and took it with him as he joined the fight against the dark elves. Drosis found himself aboard a naval warship, where he took the fight to the elves, using magic and swordsmanship to raid outposts. Drosis boarded Malthemoor warships and shattered their hulls with beams of hardened light. The first two years of the war were hard on everyone, but they pulled through. At least, they did their best to. Malthemoor often overwhelmed naval fleets, and the initial victories didn't last. Eventually, Drosis' raiding parties dwindled to nothing, and retreat became a regular occurrence. By the third year, morale was low, and Drosis was starting to rethink his decisions. The war was at its darkest point, Avalia was on the run, and Malthemoor only pushed further. He came to the conclusion that they were fighting a losing battle, and deserted. Drosis left the war behind and gathered up a crew of like-minded people. They waited the war out on their own terms, and turned to piracy and underhanded means to look after the less-fortunate people of Avalia. One fateful day, he and his newly formed group of trusted individuals snuck into a dark elf harbor. Under the cover of night, they snuck into a ship's hold, and waited until it cast off from shore. One hour later, the raiders caught the crew by surprise. Drosis used light magic to blind and distract long before the dark elves could use their shadow magic, and in the end, they were all thrown overboard.

They dropped the Malthemoor flags from the mast, helped themselves to every scrap of money they could find, and burnt away any identifying labels along the hull. Drosis, now officially the captain, named her the Saltrunner. From that point on, they did things on their own terms. The war was eventually lost, but Drosis and his pirates were never caught and thrown into a prison or slave camp. They stayed in the fight, travelling across Avalia, to any port or black market he could find. To this day, Captain Drosis Morr still steers his stolen ship, and has amassed a large enough crew to take over entire warships, just like in the early days of fighting. Drosis joined a rebel group of light elves he met during the war and helped smuggle supplies to and fro the rebels. Because of his close ties and trust with those elves, he was asked to have a direct leading role in the movement and hide a human on his ship. He agreed due to his motivation towards a better world and some monetary payment.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level
⋆ Active (Seafaring, sword combat)

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Swordfighting
⋆ Agility

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Hand-to-hand combat
⋆ Brute strength

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s): Sword
⋆ 110

Hand-to-Hand Combat: N/A (Unless the occasional barfight counts.)

Light Elves
⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 110
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): Roughly 520
⋆ Shielding: 110

Best Abilities(Fairies will specialize):

Light Imbuement
Visible Light Projection

Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Ground Speed: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Dexterity: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Combat Stats

Sword Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Magic Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Ranged Weapons: ◯◯◯◯◯

Hand to Hand Combat: ⬤◯◯◯◯

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Magic Stats

Offensive Photokinesis: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Light Imbuement: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Illusions (includes invisibility): ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Shielding: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

[Helo]

Cyrus

Cypress "Cyrus" Millinia ⋆ 30 ⋆ Male ⋆ Fairy

Down to the River | The Weak End | Come On Up To The House

Appearance

Height:

5’10

Build:

Fit but willowy, Cyrus keeps himself lean to better aid his flight

Hair Color:

Green, like the fresh grass of spring

Hair Length

Short

Eye Color:

Brown, like the fertile soil

Skin Tone:

Tan

Distinguishing features:

Much of his clothing is either made from plants or adorned with plants. His large iridescent wings are generally noticeable as well.

Psychology

Likes:

-Music and Dance
-Plants and the knowledge they contain
-Meditation

Dislikes:

-Greed
-Arguements
-Violence

Fears:

-Continued Dark Elf rule
-Failing to locate his missing siblings
-Doing the wrong thing, he needs his actions to be of use and not detriment

Habits/Quirks

-Prefers to primarily eat a plant-based diet, when he does eat meat it is out of the necessity of survival or to prepare himself for the possibility that he will need to engage in violence.
-Often talks to plants, not that they speak back to him in the same way that animals talk with other fae, but Cyrus feels he and the plants understand each other. When he speaks with plants he is growing for a purpose he likes to send them his intent as they grow.
-Does not costume alcohol, but frequently smokes zemak and forages for psychoactive mushrooms.

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:

Calm and soft-spoken but still very much an extrovert Cyrus holds a deep love for all living things. He believes in being selfless, in always doing what he can to best serve those around him, and generally choosing kindness as often as he can. His trust is easily gained and hard to lose; he views forgiveness as an extension of love, and loving others comes naturally to him. He values connection above all else, to nature and others, for as much as it is a forest fairy’s responsibility to attend to the forests, it is equally important to care for his community. He is often very affectionate, depending on the person it may be with words and gestures or it may be through touch. He views the world much in the same way he views nature; change is a beautiful part of life, and pain and hardship exist to promote new growth.

Cyrus believes that all things should be approached without judgment though he is not always a perfect vessel for his beliefs. When anger is felt he tried to better understand it before reacting. He puts effort into controlling emotions and impulses in the majority of situations. Action is something that must be considered and he seeks to put out as little harm as he can. Often his hesitation towards action can be seen as cowardly, but Cyrus considers actions of peace to be far braver than those of violence. He also tends to seek out company when his mind grows dark rather than isolating himself, feeling that fresh perspectives offer more value in these situations.

Cyrus believes that emotions are to be controlled and that the mind can be tricked, but intuition will always guide him to where he needs to be. The majority of his education has been spiritual, and while he holds strong conviction to his beliefs, they too are impermanent, and he will just as easily break them when it is time to let them go. It is not his place to manipulate but he is always willing to offer guidance but only when asked.

Many might mistake his peaceful nature as a weakness, or think him incapable of fighting when needed. They would be mistaken, Cyrus will enter battle with the same dedication he has to healing, he will do what is asked of him to protect those around him. He understands that a peaceful solution is not always possible, and just as nature can seem cruel, sometimes lives must end for new life to flourish. His preference for battles is to enter them in an altered state, to fully embody the most savage aspects of nature to ensure success, and once he’s gotten there, it is a state he fully embraces.

Background

Occupation

Healer and Shaman

Living Immediate Family Members:

His sisters; Violetta, Viola, and Ophelia.

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Just about everyone else.

Current Companions:

TBD

Current and Past Lover(s):

A few other fae throughout his life.

Current Equipment:

Nearly all items he carries with him have both a practical and sacred use;

-Mask; a mask carved from yew that he wears if he ever has to hunt or fight. It normally hangs against his right leg positioned so that its eyes watch his back. Wearing it helps him dissolve into the state he needs to be in for violence though he could do so without it. As with all his sacred objects, it is a tool that aids him rather than a necessity.
-Sickle & Glaive, mainly worn at his side as a sickle it has the shifting charm to become a glaive as well, he has carved ancient runes into the handle for strength and protection.
-Shield/Drum, a leather drum with an unbreakable charm that allows it to function as a shield as well. (Does not carry the beater in the pic but a simple-looking one carved from oak.)
-Jewlery; an green amulet that helps him focus his chlorokinesis. On each wrist he wears a collection of breaded bracelets made of various minerals; a variety of colors on his left and white and black on his right. They are also decorated with a variety of plant materials, and he finds they help focus his healing magic. He also likes the soothing clacking sound they make.
-He carries a few other things; a couple of knives, a wooden pipe, his pockets are always filled with a variety of seeds, and he carries a few trimmings of healing plants as well as some toxic ones.

History:

As a child Cyrus was just as obsessed with plants and the gifts of the earth as he is today. But his peaceful nature developed later in life through careful cultivation. He was wild, adventurous, and often difficult to control. Most people know what happened to his family, but few know exactly how deeply it affected him. Witnessing his parents die for a lost cause burned away everything he once was and left him hollow out, empty. He tried to fill himself with many things devoid of meaning. He drank, he wandered, and he wallowed. Cyrus attempted to end his life one night after finding highly toxic mushrooms. While he did not physically die, he experienced a different sort of death and was given a confusing mix of visions. When his senses returned he had been reborn, he sought out understanding for what he had experienced. He became an apprentice to a fae shaman, where Cyrus spent a decade devoting his life to his teachings.

Eventually, the time came for them to part ways, as his teacher's spirit returned to the earth. Cyrus's emptiness had been replaced with a sense of purpose; now a healer deeply connected to the world around him and filled with the desire to do all he can to make the world a little bit better. Cyrus set out to find out if anyone else from his shattered family still walked Avalia.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level:
-Cyrus believes that the fitness of the body only strengthens the fitness of the spirit. He trains his body using the forests as his gym just as often as he trains his mind and spirit. He prefers to stay lean and agile so that his flight is never hindered by added bulk.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
-Flight
-Swift and Agile
-Magic

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
-Not overly strong
-Little combat training
-Will go out of his way to avoid causing harm

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
-Sickle/Glaive-10 years, almost daily training with his chosen weapon.
-Shield Drum-5 years, can use it well enough as a shield, but mostly he prefers to use it for music.

Hand-to-Hand Combat:
-When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Cyrus is almost exclusively defensive, he does not get into fights for anything less than a higher cause.

Years of Experience:
Forest Fairy
-Zoolingualism: If Cyrus were to add up the time he’s spent trying to communicate with animals it probably wouldn’t even equate to a year. He respects animals but leaves them to their own business.
-Chlorokinesis: 25 years, of daily use, but little experience in using this for combat.
-Healing: 15 years of dedication, Cyrus is a very skilled healer but not a master.

Best Abilities:

Chlorokinesis is his strongest ability, followed by healing, with zoolingulism being almost nonexistent.

Stats

Cypress's Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤◯◯◯
Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤
Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Combat Stats

Sickle/Glaive: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤
Shield Drum: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯
Hand-to-hand Combat: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Magic Stats

Zoolingualism: ⬤◯◯◯◯
Chlorokinesis: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯
Healing: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

[samreaper]

The Guardian Wolf

Menzai Isanami

Menzai * 45 * Demi-Human

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Appearance

Height:
6'0

Weight:
155 lbs
Hair color:
Night Blue

Eye color:
Sapphire blue with crimson red iris tint

Skin color:
Snowy pale

Bestial Features:
-Sharp canine claws that can be elongated a few inches longer for deeper gashes
-Viciously sharp canine teeth
-Fluffy soft Canine ears
- Tail ???

Attire Description:
Menzai wears the haori of the wolf guardian, white as pure snow with billowy sleeves and pants offering freedom of movement. Made up of special materials from beasts and rare plants hunted and scavenger that offer it higher resistance than normal clothing allowing it to better withstand slashes, cuts and burns and moderate protection against the usual elements. Making for a truly sturdy light garbed outfit but extremely time consuming and difficult to make and is thus only given to those made a guardian before setting forth from the village.

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Psychology

Likes

* Phia
* Reading
* Meditating
* Tea
* Observing animals/nature
* Hunting
* Discussions on magic
*Observing

Dislikes
* Loud noises/chattering
* Strong/heavy smells and tastes
* Rudeness
* Mishandling/disrespecting books
* Disrespectful talks towards magic and humans
* Any disrespect or harm to Phia
* Any attempts to flirt, touch Phia without permission or move within 1 foot of her, looking at her or even thinking about her
* Constant humor

Fears
* Danger/harm coming to his village and to Phia
* Loss of magical knowledge
* Failing his role as guardian
* Losing control of his ascension
* Loss of identity due to ascension

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Personality

Menzai is a quiet and calm individual that does not talk unless needing to or actually has something to say. Emotionally distant and stern, often keeping others at arm's length save for the very few he trusts such as his family and childhood friend, Elizabeth. As such, he speaks in the traditional formal manner while referring others to their family name to prevent closeness and familiarity. He is typically indifferent to the whelms and troubles of others, choosing to avoid getting involved unless absolutely necessary as he prefers being a neutral observer. Menzai also holds an endlessly growing curiosity to magic and customs of other races. These topics if brought up or discussed are the few times Menzai will openly talk though refrains from talking about himself. Proud as the wolf he is, he does not take well to insults to his kind or towards magic and books nor does he much care for humor with Eli as one of the only few exceptions.

He is direct and prefers to get to the point, finding casual chatter an annoyance and waste of time. Often focused on the tasks given to him; even when sleeping he does so by sleeping up in a tree where he can get better lay of the land for any possible threat. When given free time he will do so either by meditating or relaxing under the shade of a tree. Menzai typically keeps his guard up to remain alert and distant at nearly all times and views most emotions unneeded and troublesome as they only get in the way and make handling tasks difficult.

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Background

Occupation
Human Guardian

Living Immediate Family members
*Father- Josiah Isanami
*Mother- Annabelle Isanami
*Sibling- Unborn baby brother Tobias Isanami
*Phia- Adopted sister

Dead Immediate Family Members
*Grandfather- Gareth Isanami
*Sister- Trinity Isanami

Current Companions
N/A

Current and past lovers
None

History

The village of Guarav consists of a tribe of wolf demi-humans with most being partial and a few rare halfs that have long since lived in seclusion. Nestled deep within the woods in between River port and the fairy kingdom, the people while not hostile are mistrustful of most outsiders and races. Due to this they seldom get visitors and on the rare occasion will be welcome but on constant close watch. As within the village they hold a library containing a wide myriad of books on magics as the Guaravians have an innate curious desire to study magic as the most trained of the villages would venture out to observe and seek knowledge that they deem worthy to be documented and saved for future use.

Their way of life would change upon the appearance of humans; scared, confused and lost when finding themselves in a wholly new world completely different and foreign from their own. Yet, unexpectedly found no ill will or animosity towards them unlike the other races; in fact, felt a kinship with them as if they were long lost friends and with it came a desire to watch over and protect them. A meeting that led to a close bond and friendship as those of Guarav venturing from the village slowly become more common, even becoming more open and friendly to other races as they traveled with the human companions who seemed naturally capable of using magic which might have part in such kinship.

The day of Guarav ending their seclusion may have been accomplished, but then the humans vanished; disappeared without a trace. A great and terrible lost that affected the wolf tribe especially and with it the progress made became naught as it was of belief the elves; both light and dark were at fault along with other races possibly having a hand. Thus, the Guaravs once again secluded themselves, this time closing access to the village completely and the guardian role created for the human no longer given. Blocked off from the world with a lone white sphere kept and watched over at all times to await news on the return of human, but the days passed then years then decades; whatever important news was broadcasted went ignored for none of the issues of the outside world were of any importance to them.

Life in Guarav maintained their secluded lifestyle for years. Keeping to their forest where they remain hidden; guarding the vast knowledge gained from over the years and possibly more secrets that lie within the mysterious village.

As time went on, memories of Guarav would be forgotten with countless rumors made from foolish travelers and adventures unknowingly aiding in their carefree life. That is, until the night came where hunters stumbled upon a lone, scared elven female wandering alone within the forest; somehow surviving all the dangerous beasts and monsters that stalked through the territory, but once it is learned that she was in fact the river fairy kingdom's supposed dead princess that it seemed to be some form of magical protection or merely luck.

After much discussions and debates it was decided to have her stay with them though was always intended to be temporary. Yet, Phia as she mistakenly called herself by (which none of the Guarav saw any need to correct her to better maintain her secret) proved far more sweet and loving than expected. She was not like the rest of the elves who have lost their purity and ways over the years which led further credence to Gaurav not trusting outsiders.

Now part of the village, Phia would be placed under the care of the Isanami household due to their long history of being top of the line guardians. And to Menzai's dismay found Phia under his care; a job the young wolf had no choice but to reluctantly accept. A job that while not ideal also came with the opportunity to train and practice how to protect as he took to watching over Phia more seriously as time went on. And though he was slower to accept or like the unknown fairy girl, he came to care for her eventually, but always maintain some semblance of distance to avoid getting too close, some might suggest another reason for this yet none are foolish enough to speak aloud.

The Isanami family were the keeper of the sphere who have watched over the sphere for generations and of this clan, Menzai was born to. Like most Wolven cubs, Menzai took a great interest in magic and humans, but his was almost that of an obsession. And for the first few years he became capable of reading; all his time was spent reading at the library as he found the magic and stories on the guardian's adventures alongside humans immensely fascinating. This left him becoming the quiet outcast as the others came to find him weird and foolish to hold onto any hope that humans may one day return as Guaravians have steadily lost hope in them ever coming back. His only friend, Elizabeth the one person who shared in his beliefs often joined him in reading though also worked to get Menzai to try other things as well, to be more outgoing and social. Stating it to be training for the inevitable day he takes on the role of guardian to try and get Menzai to be able to better open up emotionally; an endeavor he found unneeded for when he does so intend to accept the emotional seal. Choosing logic to focus on the tasks than friendship since emotions to him proved to nothing but trouble and often made controlling bestial ascension that much more difficult. His disconnect to his emotions and connecting has allowed him to attain ascension at a far younger age than required and has since achieved maintaining it for five minutes; a feat even full grown ascension users struggle to do.

All of this was for the sake of becoming a guardian; one that can truly protect their companion ward. Now of age with years of training, researching and enduring a certain overly excitable river fairy, Menzai was ready to become an official guardian and venture out.

The was just one question. How to do so without Phia trying to tag along?

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Combat and Magic

Species
Wolf Demi-human

Physical Strength
* Natural weapons (claws, Fangs/teeth)
* Enhanced Senses-Sense of smell and hearing due to demi-human psychology
* Minor enhanced strength
* Minor enhanced speed
* Basic level hand-to-hand combat

Physical Weakness
*Highly sensitive to strong scents and taste
*Lacks ranged capabilities

Best Ability
Bestial Ascension
Due to wolf's innate pack mentality and strong desire to protect, Menzai and his tribe has learned the ability to force their body to transform from partial wolf into full humanoid beast form. To do so requires both a strong will to protect and inflicting some form of harm to bring out their predatorial instinct. This transformation causes the user to be covered in wolf fur and their body to enlarge, sometimes to twice their original size which gives a huge boost in physical attributes for as long as it is active.

The form comes with heavy risks, however, as it is extremely difficult to control and can be wildly unpredictable. It takes years simply to be able to control one's self without losing control and being overtaken by the beastly instinct and years more to hold the form for more than a few minutes. Using ascension eats up a ton of stamina and is heavily draining that can leave the user immobile for one to three days depending on how long they used the form. Going pass the time limit is highly discouraged as the chance of losing control increases dramatically or worse becoming stuck in the form which will leave the person in a constant tired and weakened state until reverting is achieved. Due to these risks, ascension is normally only done as a last measure since it is a risk to both the user and allies.

Menzai has achieved ascension with a current max time limit of 5 minutes, a feat not normally attained by one of his young age as the longest ascension recorded has been seven minutes as of the current time.

Bestial Ascension Appearance

Hider

Berserk Mode

Hider

Menzai's Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Combat Stats

Hand-to-hand Combat:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

[Conscripts]

A calm and reasonable person

Barrock

Barrock ⋆ 121 ⋆ Male ⋆ Orcs

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Appearance

Height:

9'1"

Build:

Muscular

Hair Color:

Bald

Hair Length

Don't insult him.

Eye Color:

Black irises but red everywhere

Skin Tone:

Pure Green

Distinguishing features:

A tattoo above his left eye, a noticeable limp when walking, and cannot run very fast

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Meditation
⋆ Discipline
⋆ Small animals/creatures (he will not admit it)
⋆ Smithing
⋆ Weapon Training

Dislikes:

⋆ Anger (mostly his own)
⋆ Senseless violence
⋆ Bland, flowery language
⋆ Any and all kind of slavery, including his own kind's
⋆ Intrusive people
⋆ To some degree, dark elves. Distrust is more accurate.

Fears:

⋆ Descending back to anger and rage
⋆ Loss of freedom
⋆ Concerns of Malthemoor's ambitions

Habits/Quirks

⋆ While holding the sword to his hip, he likes to unsheathe it very slightly with his fingers
⋆ His veins begin to pop when someone were to bug him too much
⋆ Grunts a lot

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Older and wiser, Barrock is not the typical aggressive, violent and angry orc that he was born as. Having controlled his anger for the most part, he becomes a rather stoic and silent individual, often not speaking much if not at all in public. Having stripped down a lot of his orcish temper, he is a terse talker at heart. His speech is simple and to the point, not bothering to flavor or draw out his language needlessly, and has quite a distaste for those who do. Barrock is still quite easy to get annoyed and not hard to make him mad, it's just that his desire to bash someone's skull in has been significantly controlled. Despite this, he doesn't actually hold a grudge for long if it's just plain annoyance, often forgetting about it afterwards if he gets a good night sleep or does an activity he enjoys.

Socially-speaking, Barrock is quite introverted, preferring to sit in his lonesome and meditate. If one were to remain and respect his boundary, and ignore his crude attitude, one would be surprised to see a relatively calm and reasonable orc, with no inherent desire for violence nor blood. In fact, he could even be quite a steadfast ally if one does not step on his toes too many times (though he would not admit it). Barrock places a lot of emphasis on courage, discipline, honesty and sincerity, seeing it both as a way to conquer his anger, as well as rising above the backward mentality many of his orc compatriots have. But when pushed enough buttons for too long, he can revert back to the savage brute that he once were, something he desperately wanted to avoid repeating.

While not at all book-educated, Barrock's capability for introspection gives him more edge in the practical. He is quite a cunning foe on the battlefield - calm, not too aggressive, not above using tricks - and can read people's mood to some extent. This allows him to sometimes sense out danger before it manifests itself, having saved him in not few situations. He lacks an innate sense of humour though, but a comically serious orc is a humorous sight in enough itself.

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Background

Occupation

A wanderer. Sometimes doing hard labour like logging or more commonly mercenary/bodyguard work to whoever is trusting enough.

Living Immediate Family Members:

None that he knows of

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Most of his comrades during the Dark Elves raid. He's been away from home for too long to know the rest.

Current Companions:

TBD

Current and Past Lover(s):

TBD

Current Equipment:

A 7' thin longsword. Plate armor.

History:

Barrock was born a member of the Dugmaghord Clan, one of the most savage of the orc settlements. He did not remember the last time he saw his mother's face, as he was quickly taken into community child-rearing, growing up with his peers more often. But the worship of war and plunder made even his time with any particular friend quite fleeting. His childhood was spent in the rings learning to fight, and as soon as he was ready, the chieftains plunged him into raids and pillages, one after another. Death was quite common for the orc pups, often dying from this philosophy of training from real experience, something Barrock would later come to despise. Regardless, at the time, he was a model orc: carrying out his chieftain's orders with incredible brutality and savagery, a voluptuous eater, quick to anger and more than eager to settle disputes with an axe blade.

The war that spilled between Malthemoor Kingdom and Avalia was a grand time for Dugmaghord to stuff themselves with more loot and plunders, as armies clashing meant there were more opportunities for the vultures to feast. However, as soon as the war concludes and the dark elves triumphed, their warrior's full alert were on the chaotic horde, having no more enemies to be aware of. Barrock's raiding party was one of the first victims of this. Ambushed and caught in ferocious fighting, the orcs fought with suicidal fervour, but the entire party was either slain or died from exhaustion. Barrock met a twistedly different fate, having his left foot crushed by a mage boulder and was captured instead. Why they decided to keep the orc alive instead of ending him is something he still asked to this day. Maybe they wanted free and effective labour, something hard to come by. Or maybe for these war worshipping monsters, death was too kind of a fate after all they had done. A life of agony in chains would be more suitable.

For years, Barrock raged against his captors, desperately trying to escape, but his simple-minded rage, his previous injury which had left him a permanent limp meant that all his attempts failed, with retributions swift and harsh. After some time, he realized that his anger and rage had not been doing him any favour to his captive. Gradually, he began to mellow out and tolerate his captive's menace, not giving in to their ridicule and mockery. Over time, in the confining solitude, Barrock's temper began to calm. He started observing people more, examining and studying their behavior and culture, hoping to use it against them when the opportunity presents itself.

That arrived during a changing of the guard, a lengthy delay from the into the night shift allowed the orc to break free from his cell without warning, leading to the slaughter of the shift guard and freedom of the other prisoners there. While the prisoners took pleasure in pouring their bottled up fury on the elves, Barrock's time in prison had wisened him enough to not bother with it, instead retrieving some weapons and supplies from the armory before disappearing early into the night, avoiding any punitive expedition sent to subjugate the prisoners.

Barrock had escaped prison, but his time in there had changed him. Now that he had observed and used the information he gathered from the people around him, he unknowingly gained a certain degree of respect for certain cultures and values, having adopted some of them and had found it to be quite enjoyable. He had also grown disdainful of some of his own's, so much so that he chose not to return to the clan that he once called his family, deliberately outcasting himself and wandered the Earth instead as a fugitive, fighting to avoid dark elves retribution. His Dugmaghord origin earned him few friends, the only people willing to accept him would be this rebel group led by the light elves, fighting to free Avalia from Malthemoor's tyrannic grip.

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Fitness Level:

⋆ Quite fit, muscular and embodies the orcish strength, Barrock will give any strength competitor a great challenge. However, when it comes to speed and agility, due to his permanent injury in his left foot, he walks with a limp, cannot run fast and will have difficulty climbing or navigating rough terrain.

What are your character’s physical strengths?

⋆ Immense strength.
⋆ Somewhat durable against physical attacks and resistant to fatigue
⋆ Proficient at sword fighting, a dangerous close-range combatant

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?

⋆ He cannot run properly, greatly impairing his mobility and agility
⋆ His movement due to his injury is loud and clumsy, so stealth is definitely one of his worst trait
⋆ More susceptible to magic and ranged attacks

Years of Experience

Weapon(s):

⋆ Barrock had 110 years using a sword in total, but since escaping prison 60 years ago, he incorporated a rather new, more defensive and elf-like swordsmanship style, focusing on a balance of offense and defense.
⋆ He has used other weapons for 40-50 years, but haven't used for a while as his sword training takes priority.

Hand-to-Hand Combat:

⋆ Don't even dare. Whatever lacks of martial arts technique he had, he uses his brute strength to triumph in hand-to-hand situations.

Rite:

He is one of the 'lovingly' fly-squishers, having killed a fly back in his days in the tribes. Despite this, the slowed down vision of enemy movement proved quite valuable in his new style of combat.

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Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Ground Speed:⬤◯◯◯◯

Stamina:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Dexterity:⬤◯◯◯◯

Durability: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Combat Stats

Sword Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Other Weapons: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

[JJ Doe]

Jun Ibuki

Jun

Jun Ibuki⋆ 27 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human

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Appearance

Height:

5’7” (170cm)

Build:

Slender

Hair Color:

Brown

Hair Length

Short

Eye Color:

Brown

Skin Tone:

Medium

Distinguishing features:

Wears glasses

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Alone-time
⋆ Indoors
⋆ Video games, books, music and movies
⋆ Learning random trivia
⋆ The occasional stroll

Dislikes:

⋆ Social interactions with people he doesn’t know
⋆ Social gatherings
⋆ Sports and anything that requires manual labor
⋆ Being too hot or too cold
⋆ Loud noises

Fears:

⋆ Opening up to others
⋆ Confrontation
⋆ Rejection
⋆ Living and dying alone
⋆ No internet

Habits/Quirks

⋆ Keeps thoughts to himself
⋆ Tries to remain unnoticed
⋆ Avoids eye contact
⋆ Cleans his glasses when he becomes too anxious
⋆ Can become hyper focused on things if he is interested enough

Sexuality:

Unsure

Personality:

Navigating social situations was never Jun’s forte. He always has difficulty doing what every other person is capable of doing, like initiating conversations, making small talk, maintaining eye contact, and interpreting social cues. Because social settings make him feel uncomfortable, Jun usually avoids social gatherings and large groups, preferring to spend time alone or with a select few close friends. When he does attend social events, once on a blue moon, he still finds himself withdrawing or seeking solitude. Jun’s social awkwardness and anxiety make it harder for him to form and maintain meaningful relationships, resulting in feelings of isolation and loneliness.

Jun worries excessively over details and what others might think of him. He’s a chronic overthinker who over analyzes situations and constantly imagines worst-case scenarios, which has made him overly cautious and hesitant. His neuroticism also makes him highly sensitive to criticism and rejection. It isn’t unusual for him to take even the most minor comments personally and dwell on them for extended periods of time.

Jun grapples with low self-esteem, frequently downplaying his abilities and achievements while fixating on his perceived flaws and shortcomings. His pessimism can sometimes be contagious, negatively affecting the mood of those around him and straining Jun’s relationships.

Feeling frustrated with his own lack of confidence and social skills, Jun wishes to be more socially adept. He wants to be liked and appreciated for who he is, but his fear of judgment and rejection makes this difficult.

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Background

Occupation

Programmer

Living Immediate Family Members:

His mother, aunt, uncle, grandmother, and three cousins. Maybe his father too, but who knows where he is.

Dead Immediate Family Members:

His grandfather

Current Companions:

None

Current and Past Lover(s):

None

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
⋆ Backpack
⋆ Smartphone
⋆ Wallet and key
⋆ Computer
⋆ Headphone
⋆ Spare eyeglasses
⋆ The plastic bag

History:
Jun, from an early age, led a life that was nothing out of the ordinary. Raised by a single mother who worked tirelessly as an ER doctor, Jun grew up without a father in the picture, but his mother’s unwavering love and support provided him with the stability he needed.

He moved through childhood and early adulthood without much fanfare. Jun followed a predictable path, going through the motions of an average life. He attended local schools, achieved average grades, and eventually earned a degree in Computer Programming. Although he didn’t have a strong passion for it, he found it to be a reliable career path. With his skills, he found a steady job in the tech industry and settled into a routine. Jun led a quiet and uneventful life, spending most of his time working on coding projects and indulging in hobbies like playing video games and watching movies.

While his life might not have been extraordinary, Jun found contentment in the simplicity of his routine. Until one fateful windy day. As Jun was walking alongside, a plastic bag flew right into his face. Startled, Jun stumbled backward, desperately trying to free himself from the bag, only to inadvertently step on a stray banana peel. With a sudden slip, he tumbled down a ridiculously long flight of stairs. When he picked himself off the ground, he was in Avalia.

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Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level:
⋆ Unless esports counts, zero

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Never got seriously ill before
⋆ No allergies
⋆ Can eat and drink just about anything without getting sick
⋆ High alcohol tolerance (never got drunk before)

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ No strength
⋆ No stamina
⋆ Terrible eyesight
⋆ Virtually no hand eye-coordination
⋆ Two left feet

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ None

Hand-to-Hand Combat:
⋆ None

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Magical Abilities:
Ability on Avalia:

Aerokinesis

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Jun’s Stats

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Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤◯◯◯◯

Stamina: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Dexterity:⬤◯◯◯◯

Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯

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Combat Stats

N/A

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Magic Stats

Aerokinesis: ⬤◯◯◯◯

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[princess]

Malachi

Malachi Elowyn ✦ 376 ✦ Male ✦ Light Elf

	Height: 6’2” Build: Athletic Hair Color: Black Hair Length Short Eye Color: Blue Skin Tone: Light Distinguishing features: ✦ Scar on his neck ✦ Resting bitch face

Likes: ✦ Reading ✦ Soft music ✦ Archery ✦ Peace and quiet ✦ Clean surroundings ✦ Meat ✦ Having control ✦ Sticking to the plan Fears: ✦ Not being able to achieve justice for his family ✦ Having those in his party die or get severely hurt ✦ Being humiliated ✦ Avalia forever succumbing to the dark elves ✦ Ataxophobia/Germophobe		Dislikes: ✦ Filth; Do not get him dirty. ✦ Loud and/or annoying individuals ✦ Night life establishments ✦ Talking about his past ✦ Being at someone else's mercy ✦ Bad table manners ✦ Going into any situation without a plan ✦ Dark elves Habits/Quirks ✦ Scoffing at others ✦ Rolling his eyes ✦ Reacting judgmentally ✦ Cleaning himself and his clothes too often ✦ Retorting with sass unprovoked

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Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:

Malachi is a self-proclaimed introvert by choice, preferring the tranquility of quiet surroundings or small groups. While he has no issue with conversing with others, he generally prefers otherwise. When he does have to speak with someone, especially someone new, he addresses them coldly unless the situation calls for him to put effort into being cordial. He often puts on a facade of selfishness, looking out for his own interests, but deep down, he is determined to make a positive impact on the world for everyone. Despite his altruistic intentions, his tendency of using biting sarcasm and pushing others away can sometimes hinder his ability to connect with others on a deeper level. While some may find him cold and unapproachable, those who break through his icy exterior will discover a fiercely loyal and protective side reserved for those he cares about, whether they're friends or random strangers in need. He's the first to throw himself into battle, shielding others from harm, even if his people skills are a work in progress.

Malachi's patience is evident when it comes to long-term goals and plans, as he is willing to wait as long as necessary to achieve them.
However, when it comes to dealing with other people, his tolerance level can plummet faster than a lead balloon. He's easily irked by others and doesn't shy away from showing his unbridled anger, even in minor disputes. His patience with other individuals might not win him any awards, but he does approach unsafe situations with a rational and cautious mindset, always keeping his wits about him. He loves to plan ahead and make sure he's thought of every possible outcome. When it comes to intellect, Malachi is a force to be reckoned with. He has a wealth of knowledge in various subjects, showcasing his sharp intelligence and strategic prowess. However, reading people might not be his forte unless they come with neon signs, and his charisma might not be his strong suit either. His sense of humor tends to be dry and sarcastic, and he is not one for hyperactivity, although he seems to possess an inner reserve of energy fueled by his unwavering stubbornness.

	Occupation ✦ One of the leaders of the rebellion movement Living Immediate Family Members: ✦(Once Lord) Damalo Elowyn - Father - Age 542 ✦(Once Lady) Alma Elowyn - Mother - Age 536 Dead Immediate Family Members: ✦ Morwen Elowyn - Sister ✦ Caralia Elowyn - Wife ✦ Balin Elowyn - Son ✦ Rosamira Elowyn - Daughter ✦ Gael Elowyn - Son Current Companions: None (Feel free to volunteer) Current and Past Lover(s): Caralia Current Equipment: Bow, a quiver of arrows, a short sword, cleaning supplies, hygienic supplies, and more to add in IC post...

History:
Approximately three hundred and seventy-six years ago, in the Sun Elf Kingdom, Malachi Elowyn was born into a distinguished noble family. His parents, Lady Alma and Lord Damalo Elowyn, were well-respected figures in the kingdom. Lady Alma was a brilliant inventor and engineer, known for her contributions to various devices, including the renowned Amora. Malachi admired his mother deeply, considering her the smartest woman he had ever known. She was warm and loving, always making an effort to be there for her children despite her busy schedule.

On the other hand, Malachi's father, Lord Damalo, was heavily involved in politics and had limited time to spend with his children. However, Malachi still looked up to him and cherished the few moments they shared. Along with his older sister Morwen, Malachi spent much of his early years with their mother, watching her work her magic with her inventions. Lady Alma did not rely on literal magic, but rather on her intelligence and creativity, which she instilled in her children as well. They were taught the power of words and creativity, rather than traditional magic. Lady Alma's influence and nurturing nature had a profound impact on Malachi and his sister, shaping their values and worldview. They grew up in an environment that fostered innovation, intelligence, and compassion, with Lady Alma as their guiding light. Malachi carried the weight of his family's legacy as the firstborn, knowing he had big shoes to fill.

Malachi's formative years were marked by a lack of close friendships. His sister Morwen was one of his only companions during his early years, and Malachi struggled with socializing. Unlike Morwen, who was more assertive and adventurous, Malachi was seen as awkward and peculiar due to his minimal use of magic. However, everything changed when he met Caralia.

Caralia was a stunningly beautiful elven girl who captured Malachi's heart during his school years. He was infatuated with her and would have done anything for her. Caralia shared Malachi's passion for knowledge and creation, and their connection felt like that of soul mates. However, Caralia was under immense pressure from her parents to focus on her studies, while Malachi faced expectations from his own family to join the Light Elf forces and train in combat under his father's guidance. His father believed that Malachi needed to present himself as a strong elf to gain acceptance in noble circles in the future.

As a result, Malachi found himself enlisting in the Light Elf Army when he turned a hundred years old. However, he did not enjoy this phase of his life. He spent countless hours guarding royals and enduring grueling training. However, this was considered a standard part of a young elf's upbringing. Malachi felt trapped in a life that did not align with his true passions and struggled to break free from it for a century.

Finally, after fulfilling his father's expectations, Malachi was able to pursue his true passion of becoming an inventor and engineer, following in his mother's footsteps. He had acquired some prior knowledge from learning from his mother, but he knew he needed a refresher to fully develop his skills. Determined to pursue his education, Malachi threw himself into his studies with unwavering dedication.

It took Malachi a decade or so after his graduation from Higher Education to establish himself as a renowned inventor in the Sun Elf Kingdom. He worked tirelessly, combining his intelligence, creativity, and perseverance to bring his innovative ideas to life. His inventions were well-received, earning him recognition and respect among his peers and the wider community. Malachi's contributions to the field of engineering and invention were significant. It was within the community of engineering that Malachi was reunited with Caralia, who had patiently waited for him all those years. Their love for each other had never waned, and their bond quickly rekindled. Despite the passage of time, Malachi and Caralia found that their connection was as strong as ever.

After reuniting, it didn't take long for Malachi and Caralia to realize that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. When Malachi was around 230 years old, they decided to get married. The two spent the first ten years of their marriage enjoying each other's company before the idea of children came into the picture. The firstborn had been Balin, dark-haired and blue-eyed like his father. Malachi had been about 248 when he had been born. Malachi always made as much time for Balin as he could, not wanting to repeat his father's mistakes. Three years later, Rosamira was born. With golden blonde hair and a pretty face, she was a dead-ringer for her mother. The two children had bickered some, as they both had taken after their parent's intelligence which made for very opinionated conversations. The last child was Gael, who was four years younger than Rosamira and seven years younger than Balin.

The Elowyn children easily took on a dynamic. Balin, the firstborn, was not only a spitting image of his father in looks but also in temperament. He had inherited Malachi's strength and independence, and he grew up to be a responsible and dependable young man. Balin had a natural caretaker instinct and took it upon himself to look after his younger siblings, always making sure they were safe and well taken care of. He had a kind heart and a strong sense of justice, traits that made Malachi incredibly proud.

Rosamira, on the other hand, had a fiery spirit that matched her striking golden blonde hair. She was intelligent and independent, with a quick wit and a sharp tongue. She had a strong sense of determination and was never afraid to voice her opinions, which sometimes led to spirited debates with her siblings and parents alike. While her strong-willed nature could be challenging at times, Malachi admired Rosamira's tenacity and admired her ability to stand up for what she believed in.

The youngest of the three, Gael, was the epitome of innocence and sweetness. He had a gentle and caring nature, always eager to please and help others. Gael had a natural talent for making people laugh with his goofy grin and playful antics. He was curious about the world around him and was constantly exploring and discovering new things. Gael had a special bond with Malachi, who couldn't resist his youngest child's charms and found immense joy in spending time with him.

Malachi could have never predicted how much he would adore his children. He had doted on them more than their mother and had been fiercely protective of them. He had been the type of father who had always rambled on about how great his kids were to anyone he came across. They had meant the world to him.

Malachi, at 266 years old, had answered the call to arms, leaving his family behind in a secluded home that he hoped would be safe. His heart ached with worry for his beloved wife Caralia, their three children, Balin, Rosamira, and Gael, and his sister who had been visiting with her husband. Nonetheless, Malachi had fought valiantly alongside his fellow light elf soldiers, determined to protect his family and his kingdom from the dark elf army.

But fate had been cruel. The dark elf army had eventually closed in on the Sun Elf Kingdom, and the home where Malachi had left his family was right in their path. When he finally returned to the burnt-down ruins, his worst fears were confirmed. The devastation was overwhelming. The home he had thought would keep his family safe had been reduced to ashes, and his heart clenched in despair.

With a heavy heart and a sense of foreboding, Malachi searched for any sign of his loved ones desperately, but the only warm body he found was Caralia's. She was barely alive, and Malachi cradled her in his arms, pleading with her not to leave him. But despite his frantic efforts, Caralia slipped away, her last breath leaving Malachi shattered.

The loss of his wife was unbearable, but the pain of losing his three children and his sister was a crushing blow that left Malachi reeling with anguish. The emptiness in his heart was overwhelming, and the weight of his grief seemed too heavy to bear. The memories of their laughter, their hugs, and their innocent smiles haunted him, and he couldn't fathom a future without them. Their absence left a void that nothing could fill.

Malachi was never the same. With each passing moment, he grew colder, more distant, and more embittered by the unfairness of it all. He put all his efforts into avenging his family and creating a world where children could feel safe. He joined up with what rebellious hearts he could and despite his lack of charisma, found himself as one of the leaders of the rebellion movement that would later summon humans into Avalia.

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Fitness Level:

✦ Highly active

Physical Strengths:
✦ Good overall muscular build with emphasis on his upper-arm strength
✦ He is stealthy and light on his feet. Malachi is agile and quick to react as well.
✦ Good endurance for long travel on foot

Physical Weaknesses:
✦ His running speed is average, maybe considered decent to some, for a man of his build. It's not remarkable.
✦ He has nothing physical to give him much durability.
✦ Though he can travel on foot for a long, he isn't much of a runner. Running for long distances is not his thing.

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s):
✦ Bow/Crossbow: ~210 years of experience. A few years after Malachi turned one hundred, he enlisted himself in the light elf's army. It was there that he was trained in combat. He remained there for around a century. At age ~200, he left the army and decided to pursue his dreams. It wasn't until the war 110 years ago, when he was around ~266 years old, that he picked his bow up again and has not dropped it since.
✦ Sword: ~30 years of experience. Malachi was trained with a sword in the army, but because he was much better with a long-range weapon, he only used it when he was told to and made sure to understand the basics. Granted, it has been a long time.

Hand-to-Hand Combat:
✦ ~40 years of experience. Same as the sword, he's trained, but he does not favor this way of fighting. Though, he did spend more time understanding this than using a sword. Granted, it has been a long time.

Magic
✦ Offensive Photokinesis: ~210 years experience

✦Illusions: ~130 years experience - Briefly trained during his time serving, but spent a lot 0f time using it much more once the war occurred.

✦Shielding: ~100 years experience - He hasn't needed to use this as often, but he is capable.

Best Abilities:

Offensive Photokinesis

Malachi's Stats

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Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Dexterity: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Combat Stats

Long-ranged: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Sword: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

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Magic Stats

Offensive Photokinesis: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Illusions: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Shields: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

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[Tae]

The Assassin

Kenia “Aelynthia Eilran” Biralei ⋆ 375 ⋆ Female ⋆ Light Elf

Appearance

Height: 5’6 Build: Slender and toned physique with a small waist, toned arms, and well defined legs Hair Color: Pale blonde Hair Length Kenia often likes to keep her hair longer, enjoying how feminine it makes her look. She won’t hesitate to cut it all off if she has to, tho, and has in the past. Eye Color: Gold with a ring of blue around the outside Skin Tone: Lightly tanned Distinguishing features: Kenia has quite a few scars all over her body, including a few burns from being caught in a house fire. She also has her ears pierced several times and a few elegant tattoos covering some of the scars on her back with the names of those she’s lost written in an old elvish language. Another distinguishing feature is her golden eyes ringed with turquoise blue, a trait unique to the Arcaena family yet has been forgotten about by many in the world.

Psychology

Likes: ⋆ Books ⋆ Chocolate ⋆ Sweets ⋆ Music ⋆ Singing ⋆ Fashion ⋆ Observing people Dislikes: ⋆ Betrayal ⋆ Dark Elves ⋆ Being manipulated ⋆ Slavery ⋆ Cruelty towards the weak and defenseless ⋆ Limitations Fears: ⋆ Losing the people she loves ⋆ Failure ⋆ Death ⋆ Losing control ⋆ Being vulnerable ⋆ Drowning ⋆ Being enslaved Habits/Quirks ⋆ Taking long baths ⋆ Eating sweets, especially while reading ⋆ Being sarcastic ⋆ Hiding her emotions ⋆ Keeping secrets

Sexuality:

Heteroflexible

Personality:

Truthfully Kenia is rather extroverted as she actually enjoys being around people and can be rather charismatic. She has a pretty strong presence and often will take charge in social situations. She does have moments, however, of introspection and can be guarded with her emotions, making her have some slight introverted tendencies as well. Upon first meeting her you’ll find that she is rather selfish, willing to use people she doesn’t really know for her own gain. Break past her walls and grow close to her and you’ll find she actually is rather selfless. She will often make sacrifices and risks in order to protect those she loves and cares for. Sometimes she can come across as rather mean, having quite the sarcastic tongue on her. Witty and confident makes for a person who won’t hesitate to tell you how she really feels about you. She can be rather affectionate if she grows close to you otherwise she doesn’t like to let others get close enough to touch her unless it’s on her own terms. Being extremely guarded means it can be rather difficult to gain her trust.

Kenia is very passionate about many things, and especially so with the people she loves. When she cares for someone, she cares for them deeply and has experienced enough loss in her life to never want to feel it again. Her passionate nature also often extends to her interests, including books, sweets, and music. Kenia has often been called rude or even evil, but this is often just a defense mechanism. If one were to break past the walls she has up and grow close to her, they would soon find that she obviously can love others deeply and would do anything to protect them.

Kenia feels things both strongly and deeply. While she is often teasing, witty, and carefree when she is happy, her most immediate reaction when angry or sad is to channel her darker emotions into a barely-contained rage or killing calm. This gets her into trouble more often than not. Often she will take rash actions and has a desire for vengeance when someone close to her is harmed or even killed.

Despite being an assassin, she is quite meticulous in managing her appearance. She has a fixation on finery and insists on wearing fashionable clothing. She can often be found spending her money on frivolous things and can be surprisingly girly.

Kenia also has a strong moral compass, surprisingly enough. Though she often tries to suppress the memories of her tumultuous past, her experiences have shaped her into the woman she is, and that is a woman who does not tolerate injustices. She absolutely loathes slavery and unnecessary cruelty. People that partake in either of these, she will do anything necessary to make them pay for their actions.

Background

Occupation Hired Blade/Assassin Living Immediate Family Members: N/A Dead Immediate Family Members: Nym Biralei || Father Alea Biralei || Mother Lura Vasys || Daughter Rhys Vasys || Son Current Companions: N/A Current and Past Lover(s): Airdan Vasys || Ex-Husband Current Equipment(Any weapons etc): Dual swords Variety of daggers and throwing daggers Variety of poisons Thieves tools Stealth gear like soft soled boots, dark clothes, and a cloak Bandages, antiseptic, and different healing herbs Money Ball bearings

History(2 paragraph minimum):

Once upon a time, in a far-off land called Avalia, there was a young elven princess named Alea who fell deeply in love with the captain of the guard. While she was the youngest child of King Lirien Arcaena and viewed herself as unimportant compared to her four older siblings, her father was not pleased with this romance and did everything in his power to stop it. He forbade them from seeing each other, but the princess and the captain refused to be separated.

One day, they decided to elope, and they were married in secret. When the king found out, he was outraged. Many of his advisors suggested a severe punishment, but the king was a kind man who loved his family. Still, he couldn’t let the offense go unpunished. He banished the captain of the guard from the kingdom along with his daughter, stripping her of her title of princess. It broke his heart to do so, but a king must do many heartbreaking things at times to keep order in the kingdom. The couple settled down in a small village in the forest, where they were happy together. A few decades later, their daughter was born, and they named her Kenia.

When the king found out that he had a grandchild, he couldn't resist the temptation to meet her. He traveled to the village in secret and was enchanted by the beautiful little elf child. He doted on her, and soon he couldn't resist the love he felt for her.

The king eventually came to realize that he had been wrong to banish his daughter and her husband. He invited them to return to the kingdom and reinstated his daughter's title as princess as well as her husband as captain of the guard, having struggled to find anyone as skilled as him in the time they were banished. From then on, Kenia was known throughout the kingdom as the granddaughter of the king and was loved by most who met her.

As Kenia grew older, she learned the ways of the elves and her father took it upon himself to teach her how to defend herself. From the time she could pick up a bladed weapon and comprehend how to wield it, her father began teaching her how to use it. He also made sure she was skilled in hand-to-hand combat. She also found she loved learning about light magic and seemed to have an affinity for illusions, especially invisibility, as well as defensive light magic. When she wasn’t learning from her father or learning magic from the castle's best magic wielders, she would spend much of her time in the forest, exploring and learning about the world around her. She was always eager to help others and was known for her kind heart and adventurous spirit.

Kenia's parents were proud of their daughter and loved her deeply. They were grateful to the king for allowing them to return to the kingdom and be with their family. Kenia, too, was grateful for the love and acceptance she received from her grandfather and was always there to help him in any way she could.

Kenia grew up to be a beautiful and skilled elf, much like her mother before her. Her father doted on her, but he was also fiercely protective, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

One day, her grandfather introduced her to a young nobleman named Airdan. Kenia fell in love with him immediately. He was charming, funny, and kind, and she felt like she had known him her entire life. Her father and several of her friends, however, were not fond of Airdan. They thought he was two-faced and not right for her. Many of them pleaded with her not to marry him as they just felt like something was off.

Despite their concerns, Kenia married Airdan in a beautiful ceremony in the forest. Her father reluctantly gave his blessing, but he warned her to be careful. Kenia didn't listen. She was deeply in love with Airdan and believed that they would be happy together.

As time went on, Kenia's father's concerns seemed to be justified. Airdan showed a side of himself that Kenia had never seen before. He became distant and cold, and she didn't know what to do. She tried to talk to him about it, but he brushed her off, telling her that everything was fine.

Kenia's friends also noticed a change in Airdan's behavior. They tried to warn her, but she wouldn't listen. She was determined to make the marriage work. There were too many other stresses happening in the world, with fear of the dark elves rising, that Kenia longed for that happiness to grow once more.

A few years later, Kenia gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl which she named Lura and Rhys. They became her world, and she poured all her love and attention into them. Airdan was there, but he seemed distant, almost like he didn't care.

Despite her struggles, Kenia refused to give up on her marriage. She loved Airdan and believed that they could work through their problems. It wasn't until three years later, when Airdan's true colors were revealed, that Kenia finally realized the truth.

Airdan had been manipulating her all along, using her love for him to get what he wanted. Kenia was ready to leave, but it was too late. The dark elves had declared war, her father had left to fight, her grandfather was focused on the war, and her mother had fallen ill. She was alone and Airdan took advantage of this. He kept her and the children locked in the house, little more than slaves to him, as he would have secret meetings with people Kenia could never find out more about. Something was terribly wrong and she tried desperately to leave.

She’d almost accomplished it, managing to escape the house with the children, but she didn’t make it far when Airdan had caught her and he wasn’t alone. He had dark elven soldiers with him, a group of elite assassins sent by the dark elven king. Airdan and several of the dark elves beat Kenia within an inch of her life while the other dark elves restrained her three year old children. She tried desperately to fight back, doing fairly well for a time, but there were too many of them. As she lay there, bloody and reaching for her children, Airdan slaughtered the twins right in front of her to prove his loyalty to the dark elves. Screaming and devastated, he then dragged Kenia back to their house, locking her in before setting it ablaze and leaving her for dead.

The details are still fuzzy to Kenia, but she remembers someone breaking into the house and getting her out before she lost all consciousness. When she awoke, she would find herself in a small hidden cottage being tended to by a kindly woman. It was then she would come to learn that her husband had led the assassins into the kingdom and they had begun hunting and killing all of the light elven royalty. It was believed Kenia was also dead and truly she wished she was.

Once she recovered, Kenia realized it was best to remain dead and changed her name to Aelynthia Eilran, being called Aelyn for short. She also discovered that the home she was recovering in was a secret base of rebel assassins. She’d spend the next 50 years dedicating herself to learning the skills of an assassin. She trained rigorously and eventually would spend the next 50 years making a name for herself as one of the deadliest assassins in Avalia, even earning the nickname of The Scarlet Sword. While taking on many jobs, she also began gathering information on her husband and the dark elves as she was hell bent on vengeance.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level(If you’re active, please list how. Sports activity? Etc):
⋆Highly active: She has to stay in shape in order to work as an assassin, especially if a job goes wrong and she has to fight her way out.

What are your character’s physical strengths? ⋆ Bladed Weapons: Kenia has spent a couple hundred years training with a large variety of bladed weapons. She’s mastered dual swords, daggers, and throwing daggers. ⋆ Hand-to-hand combat: Kenia has trained in hand-to-hand combat since she was a little girl. ⋆ Agility: As an elf she has a natural grace, however she’s honed that grace and swiftness over many years while training with her father then training as an assassin. ⋆ Stamina: Kenia has incredible stamina from years of training and can keep going for long periods of time without tiring. ⋆ Strength: While not the strongest person alive, Kenia has above average strength due to weapons training and learning to climb difficult surfaces. Most of her strength is in her legs, however. ⋆ Speed: With the combination of agility, stamina, and strength, Kenia is incredibly speedy. ⋆ Stealth: As an assassin, she is incredibly stealthy.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses? ⋆ Strength: A strength and a weakness, Kenia does not possess brute strength. ⋆ Vulnerability to magic: While skilled in defensive light magic, she still is vulnerable to other magic including offensive light magic. ⋆ Exhaustion: Kenia doesn’t know when to quit and will almost always push herself to her limits. ⋆ Overuse of her magic: While highly skilled in light magic, Kenia will easily overdo it at times and will lose use of her magic for a short time. ⋆ Emotional distress: Kenia has experience many traumatic events in her life and her emotions can sometimes get the best of her. If she becomes too overwhelmed with an emotion it can affect her ability to fight. ⋆ Dark Magic: Just as dark magic is weak to light, Kenia’s light magic is weak to dark. ⋆ Ranged weapons other than throwing daggers: Kenia has never really trained with anything other than bladed weapons and hand-to-hand combat. ⋆ Fire: Kenia actually has a fear of fire due to her past. Years of Experience: Weapon(s): ⋆ 200+ Years with bladed weapons and 100 years dedicated to dual swords, daggers, and throwing daggers. Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⋆ 200+ years to general hand-to-hand with 100 years dedicated to taking people out silently and fighting groups of people Light Elves ⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 100 years dedicated ⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): Almost 300 years dedicated to illusions with 100 years of that being intensely dedicated to it, especially invisibility. ⋆ Shielding: About 250 years dedicated to this. Best Abilities: Dual swords, hand-to-hand, and illusion magic. Also incredibly skilled with stealth and poisons.

Kenia's Stats

Physical Stats

Strength:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Stamina:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Magic Stats

Offensive Photokinesis:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Illusions:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Shielding: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Combat Stats

Melee Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Short-Range(Knife Throwing): ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Hand to Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Long-ranged weapons: ⬤◯◯◯◯

[13org]

Viola Millinia

^{Thank you a lot @princess for the image without the annoying white background! <3}

Viola Millinia ⋆ 32 ⋆ Female ⋆ Dark Fairy

Appearance

Height:

5'18" (1,58m)

Build:

Hourglass, lean

Hair Color:

Red-violet

Hair Length:

Shoulder height

Eye Color:

Deep blue

Skin Tone:

Ivory

Distinguishing Features:

⋆ Bigger than average, blue and violet wings.
⋆ Living vines and thorns embracing her body.
⋆ Small tattoo under her eyes.

Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Thorns, parasitic, predatory and resilient plants and creatures that do whatever they need to survive and thrive.
⋆ Tending to the predatory, parasitic flower she carries with her.
⋆ Silence, quietness and tranquility.
⋆ Flying
⋆ Death and decay that precedes new life and growth.
⋆ Hot chocolate. She prefers hers bitter instead of sweet.
⋆ Her siblings. She tolerates even the most annoying ones.

Dislikes:

⋆ Ignorant and loud people. Especially those who annoy her.
⋆ Excessive cheerfulness and happiness. A little is enough. She can't stand people who are always happy and cheerful.
⋆ People who claim to love nature but refuse to recognize how truly ruthless the cycle of life is and how natural violence, death and decay are.

Fears:

⋆ Being captured and made prisoner again.
⋆ Being tortured and experimented on.
⋆ Being forced to go back tho her old 'cell' in Daka Island.
⋆ Having her wings torn off and not being able to fly again.

Habits/Quirks

⋆ Occasionally killing plant life and animals where she passes through as a way to usher the birth of new life atop old one... And to feed her Blood Rose.
⋆ Feeding the Blood Rose that she carries with her with her own blood.

Sexuality:

Heterossexual

Personality:

If one had to chose one word to best describe Viola, it would be apathetic. With the exception of those she trusts and is already close with, she rarely shows any interest on other people, not caring about their desires, needs or even their very well being. Be is physical or mental. Due to that, while she won't exactly go out of her way to be cruel or mean to them as long as they don't provoke her, she will also not consider helping them. Due to that, she can be seen as being very selfish, especially since she always puts her and those whom she trusts above the others regarding everything. Earning Viola's trust for her to consider you enough to care about you though can be very difficult. Due to everything she has been through, she is deeply suspicious when people approach her, even when showing affection. For her, the only reasons why someone would approach her would be if they had any ulterior motives for doing so.
When dealing with those whom she trusts though, even if Viola is still somewhat distant, not enjoying hugs and affection that much, she still cares enough about them to protect them and to enjoy their company... Even if she simply stays in silence while besides them.

Despite all that, the one thing that mostly keeps Viola's behavior in check, preventing her to simply murder anyone who immediately as much as inconveniences her is her patience. Years and years waiting to be rescued from Daka Island while being tortured and after that, all the time she spent planning and waiting for a chance to escape gave Viola an incredible patience, but at the same time, taught her to hold grudges for a long time. After all, the only thing she was able to do while stuck on Daka Island was to sharpen her own mind.

While it is true that Viola avoids conflicts if she can help it, especially if she notices she can get hurt, if one had to classify Viola between being brave or cowardly, they would probably say she is cautious and calculating. Once again, a trait she was forced to learn in her time on Daka Island.
To carefully weight her actions, instead of foolishly acting or simply cowering in fear while at the same time, being able to think quickly enough to make her escape the moment she got a chance. The very same things that allowed her to live and escape now made her a very dangerous person.

Background

Occupation

After fleeing from Daka Island she became a fugitive.

Living Immediate Family Members:

Violetta Millinia @Potter, Ophelia Millinia @princess, Cypress @helo

Dead Immediate Family Members:

King Cedar Millinia, Queen Elyna, many siblings

Current Companions:

Cypress @helo

Current and Past Lover(s):

Viola had her share of crushes on her early years, but ended up never acting on those due to her quiet and rather shy personality. Her crushes also never said anything, even if it was obvious, due to her being from the Millinia family.

Current Equipment:

Blood Rose

A parasitic, predatory plant from Daka Island. Rare, but incredibly resilient, it uses it's sharp thorns to bind and kill creatures to drain their blood as nutrients. The more blood it is allowed to drink and the longer it lives, the larger is the area the flower can extend it's thorny vines. Usually, only a single flower is found by itself, separate from other Blood Roses in order to not compete with them for food.

In rare cases where a handful of Blood Roses sprout together in a suitable place with plenty of nutrients and prey, they can end up bundling up together and creating entire fields of thorny vines to protect themselves.

Some Blood Roses latch themselves unto large creatures as a way to move themselves to a suitable place for them to settle down. The host creature is known to die in just a few days due to it's blood being drained by the flower.

The one Viola carries with her was fed with her own blood since it was a seed and the relationship it has with her is closer to mutualism than mere parasitism, as the flower recognizes Viola as someone who constantly feeds it, allows it to move around with her and protects it.

History:

Before tragedy stuck the Millinia family, before the fall of the Fairy Kingdom, Viola lived a happy life with her twin, Violetta and her many siblings. Despite always being a quiet girl, Viola still had a deep compassion to all living things and since an early age, showed talent both to Chlorokinesis and to a lesser extent, Healing. Such talent wasn't overlooked by the Millinia family, which promptly asked for the best healers they could find to tutor her.

Despite being a bit pressured by her family to be a healer, the early years of Viola's life were still filled with happiness and joy. Being kept away from politics and power struggles until she was ready, there was little she had to worry about other than her responsibilities such as training her healing magic and etiquette lessons. Preparations for her life as a princess. Besides that, her days were mostly filled with joy. Playing with her siblings, enjoying flying with her twin, Violetta, who was the one who taught her the joys of flying, her brother, Cypress, who shared her love for plants, Ophelia, whose contagious happiness and cheerfulness brought life to the house, despite Viola's more quiet behavior, receiving the love and attention from Cedar and Elynia, their parents... Every single possible problem Viola or any of her siblings could have at the time, were but minor inconveniences.

Unfortunately, not even her parents, King Cedar and Queen Elynia would be able to keep their children safe from the war with the Dark Elves. Even though their tyrannical rule could already be felt all over Avalia, The Fairy Kingdom was still able to resist bravely. Unfortunately, when all their plans and the entire resistance was revealed with the death of Viola's older sibling, Florian, their entire resistance and all their plans were foiled. Struck with grief, the resistance attacked the Dark Elves, seeking for vengeance for the death of one of their beloved princes. In the end, no amount of hatred or grief was able to help them.

In one fell swoop, the entire resistance was crushed under the might of the Dark Elf kingdom. As a punishment for the crime of rebelling, the Millinia family had to pay the price. In just a few days, Viola's entire life, everything she knew was taken away from her. Her parents, her family, her house... and even many of her siblings. Slaughtered and killed, many in front of her, made an example for all the fairies. The Millinia family's burning estate and their slaughtered corpses, a harsh reminder of what would happen to anyone who as much as dared to conspire against their rule.

Unlike some of her siblings though, Viola wasn't killed. Instead, her destiny was much worse. Taken to Daka Island. Despite the luxurious 'cell', Viola not even once was allowed to forget that she was still a prisoner. At first, she thought they would ask for a ransom or something, judging by how well they were treating her, but those thoughts would soon, and harshly, be dismissed the moment the torture sessions and the experiments began. Every single day, she was fed false kindness which only preceded torture and experiments. No matter how many times Viola asked and begged, the reasons were never made clear to her. Their reason seemed to be just to break her. From physical torture to psychological, everything was done to make Viola's life miserable.

Many times, she begged for death, only to be met with laughter and refusal as they insisted in healing her wounds and throwing her back at the comfortable, luxurious 'cell' they called her 'room'. Feeding her and carefully preparing her for another session on the next day. For the first years, the only thing that kept Viola sane was the hope of being rescued. Despite that, as the the time passed, she slowly realized that nobody would come. Her siblings were probably dead... Slaughtered like Florian, like all the others and even her own parents. Who was she waiting for? Was there even anyone else who cared about her?

When that realization hit her, Viola was on the brink of madness. The constant lies she heard, all the false kindness only made her distrust people even more. The only thing that gave her hope had finally crumbled. Almost as if knowing that, the tortures began getting more complex. Physical torture began getting less and less common and instead, she began being shown images and told stories about mothers and fathers betraying their children for their own gain, brothers and sisters stabbing each other in the back merely for their own greed.

The changes, both in her body and her mentality didn't go unnoticed by Viola as well. Her skin became paler, her hair a darker shade and faith on people was nearly non-existent. There was no kindness left in the world in her eyes and as such, there was also no kindness left on her. The old ways she was taught by her healing tutors, by her parents quickly shown themselves to be wrong as she looked at the world under a new light. Kindness and unconditional love were just lies. Even the very nature Viola loved so much turned out to be much more crueler and ruthless than what she thought it was. Morality was non-existent for nature. The cycle of life was replete with violence and death. New life only could flourish on top of old, decaying flesh.

Slowly but surely, Viola's eyes were opened to the truth regarding people, creatures and even nature itself. After years of torture and after her hopes of being rescued were shattered, there was little to no resistance from her to accept that new 'truth' she was being forced to understand. At this point, physical tortures almost never happened, being almost completely replaced by sessions of psychological torture and classes where she was 'taught' how awful and cruel the world really was, always being reminded how they were 'saving' her by doing all that. It was thanks to those teachings that Viola finally realized... No one would help her for free. There was no such thing as 'kindness' without an ulterior motive. If she didn't act herself in order to survive and thrive in such a terrible world, she would simply die. Morality, kindness and selflessness... Those were all unnatural things. Every single one of them would, sooner or later, lead her only to her own death.

Even if they broke her will, shattered her spirit and view of the world, she would not let them turn her into a puppet for their own desires. The world was dark, violent and cruel. If she wanted to survive, she would have to answer in kind. As such, Viola waited. She planned and waited, waited for any chance to escape. Fortunately, that very chance would come a few years later, where one of the guards inadvertently brought a very special seed into her room, stuck into their boots as they brought food back to her after another session of 're-education'. Quickly picking up from the ground before they could see it, Viola knew it could help her. While she had never once saw that crimson, spiky seed in person, she knew of which plant it was, thanks to her sibling, Cypress, who liked to read books with her about the most exotic kinds of plants. That seed was a seed of the dangerous Blood Rose, a native species of parasitic and predatory flower from Daka Island, considered to be dangerous even for the largest fauna.

Using her own blood to nourish it and the small amount of dirt and soil she could gather from the small planter decorating her room, she patiently fed the seed her own blood, day after day as she waited for the plant to mature. Due to the slow lifecycle of that particular species of plant, it took almost a year until it was finally fully matured, but her chance to escape had finally came.

The moment the guards arrived to escort her to another session of re-education, Viola took the plant, offering her own body and blood to it. In the beginning, she could feel the thorny vines digging into her flesh as the plant tightened it's vines around her vigorously, but the moment the plant tasted the first drop of her blood, instead of suffocating her or shredding her body to pieces to drink her blood, the plant simply embraced her body with it's vines, piercing one of the guards with it's thorny vines as he approached Viola to escort her.

Knowing that her gamble had ended up paying off, Viola let the plant feed off her blood as she used her Chlorokinesis to control the Blood Rose, quickly dispatching the remaining guard, letting the plant drain his blood as she made her escape as quickly as possible.

Due to her recent behavior as a prisoner and the lack of attempts to escape or revolt, nobody expected such a sudden escape. The few guards who came to check on the strange noises were quickly dispatched as she ran from the dungeons, directly towards the docks, the best place she could think to escape from Daka Island... It was in one of those ships where she escaped as a Stowaway and met with someone she was certain that was dead... Her brother Cypress.

Unfortunately for Cypress, he would quickly understand that the Viola he knew from before was no more. Forever changed for the years she spent on Daka Island...

Combat and Magic

Fitness Level:
⋆ Despite her heavy focus on magic, not having any experience with weapons or hand to hand combat, a healthy, fit body is absolutely required for her to use her very specific style of magic. Especially due to the fact that the Blood Rose she carries with her feeds on her own blood. Being fast and agile is also very important for her to evade danger and run away when necessary.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Flying
⋆ Speed and Agility
⋆ Stamina, both for running and flying away from her captors and dealing with the increased blood drain from the Blood Rose whenever she uses it for big moves.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Apart from her stamina and speed, Viola is physically frail. She is not strong enough to compete with anyone with any kind of physical combat training.
⋆ Due to her heavy focus on magic, she has no formal training in any kind of physical combat. Neither hand to hand nor weapons.
⋆ Viola is not durable. Her body is built for speed and stamina, not to fight.

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s) / Hand-to-hand Combat:
⋆ Due to her focus on magic and lack of interest on weapons and physical combat, Viola never had any training nor has any practice with any weapons or Hand-to-Hand combat.

Dark Fairy

⋆ Zoolingualism:
One year at most. She can't do much apart from communicating with less intelligent animals in a very basic manner.

⋆ Necrosis:
Before Viola was turned into a Dark Fairy, she was trained to be a healer, having been trained in healing magic since she was very small, for more than 24 years.
Due to all the torture, all the hatred and negative emotions she felt on Daka Island, all her expertise on healing was turned into the desire of wound and hurt. When she finally turned into a Dark Fairy, her Necrosis magic was very strong as a result to that. All her experience and expertise on Healing was converted in Necrosis magic.

⋆ Erebokinesis:
About one and a half year. She cannot use it in an offensive manner, nor completely shroud a place in pitch blad darkness, but she is good at using it to create a darkness fog to obscure the vision and aid either in attack or escaping.

⋆ Chlorokinesis:
Together with Healing, Chlorokinesis what the other magic that Viola specialized since she was young. It was, in fact, the very first type of magic she learned how to use instinctively when she was 5 years old. Since then, she has been using it ever since. From making small shoots grow and manipulating plants to grow in cute forms and shapes, to even being able to manipulate how a tree would grow at later years to create a small tree house to play with her twin, Violetta. After turning into a Dark Fairy, her skill with Chlorokinesis didn't diminish, although it took a much darker turn than before.

Best Abilities:

Chlorokinesis and Necrosis to a smaller extent.

Viola’s Stats

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Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯

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Combat Stats

N/A

Magic Stats

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Zoolingualism: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Necrosis:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Erebokinesis: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Chlorokinesis:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Trivia:
Her name was inspired by the genus of flowering plants Viola, from the Violaceae family, which includes many types of violets.

[Lava Alckon]

The Hidden Dark Mage

The Hidden Dark Mage

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Tanithil Malaggar ⋆ 253 ⋆ Male ⋆ Dark Elf

Appearance

Height:
5'6"

Build:

Skinny but toned

Hair Color:

White

Hair Length

Shoulder length

Eye Color:

Purple

Skin Tone:

Grey

Distinguishing features:

Jaw line, purple eyes, white hair, artificial hand, etc.

Psychology

Likes:

⋆Trickery/Subterfuge
⋆Warm home-cooked meals
⋆Fishing
⋆Perseverance
⋆Running/Parkour/Exercise in general

Dislikes:

⋆Cruelty
⋆Rules
⋆Yelling
⋆Sour food
⋆Losing

Fears:

⋆His race becoming extinct/family dying out
⋆Losing everyone he cares about
⋆Losing his powers
⋆Losing another limb
⋆Being forgotten

Habits/Quirks

⋆Tries to be unpredictable
⋆Cocky when in action, sulky/brooding when not
⋆He typically reuses old sources of magic when fighting to makeup for his lacking “mana”
⋆Doesn’t hide what he thinks (unless it’s dangerous to reveal his intentions or thoughts)
⋆Often performs petty theft without thinking

Sexuality:

Demisexual

Personality:

Treatment towards others

⋆ Behavior towards others?
Tanithil is the type to talk loudly and be rather animated despite not always having something deep to say. Sometimes he just says things aloud for the sake of saying it.

⋆ Where on the spectrum of selfish to selfless?
He is mostly selfish, often running off to perform his own little acts of mischief and pranking.

⋆ Where on the spectrum of kind to mean?
He can be a little mean but mostly has a kind heart, looking to do more harm than good.

⋆ Is your character affectionate? Do they enjoy hugs and being touchy?
Tanithil struggles with physical affection, not really knowing if he wants it or likes it or not simply because he’s never been in those situations.

⋆ Is it hard to gain your character’s trust?
Very much so. Not impossible to gain it but he comes from a world of betrayal and deceit, which makes opening up hard.

Reaction in Situations

⋆ Easy to anger or does your character usually remain calm? What about irritation?
Tanithil remains calm until one of his major "weak points" or "sore spots" gets pressed too hard. Something about his race, family, or close friends will usually do the trick.

⋆ Patient or impatient. Is your character impulsive?
Patient. He has had to sit still in the shadows for hours at times to harm a mark or tail a high value target....or play a harmless prank.

⋆ Brave or Cowardly? Are they brave to the point of recklessness?
Brave. Not out of nobility or honor, but simply because Tanithil's capacity for fear isn't as finely honed as others. He does however, still exercise caution.

⋆ Anxiety hold you back? Do you get nervous?
Not really. Tanithil's had to deal with quite a lot and it has fortunately sharpened his mental to fight against such things...but that does not mean he's immune to it.

⋆ Reaction speeds to situations.
Working with the criminal underbelly of a major city has you reacting rather quickly to dangerous, often spontaneous, situations.

What's in the Brain? Try not to be smart in every way possible.

⋆ Intelligence level: Are you a cunning mastermind?
You have to be clever and creative with dark magic. You learn to problem solve, create solutions, and think critically under pressure. Not necessarily a mastermind but certainly not bad either.

⋆ Charisma level: How well can you manipulate people? Do you make friends easily? Are you persuasive?
He's only as good as his reputation may allow. In the dark back alley streets where he is known to be a dangerous thug? Very convincing. Out in the middle of nowhere where his name has never been mentioned? Not so much.

⋆ Sense of humor or no sense of humor?
He cracks jokes and one liners far too often...

⋆ Sanity level of character/do they struggle with any mental illness/disorders?
Normal sanity, but still slightly war-torn from his experience running from his home, slightly home-sick as well.

Background

Occupation
Tanithil originally was just a common thug who would steal for money, growing more bold and taking on bounties as he grew older. Before he could truly blossom into any line of work he had to run from home, prompting him to be a sea-faring pirate.

Living Immediate Family Members:
Potentially his mother and father, Ayla and Arlen Malaggar.
His grandmother - General Zarra Malagger

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Potentially his mother and father, Ayla and Arlen Malaggar.
His grandfather - Thallan Malaggar - killed by a drunk home invader in the middle of the night many decades ago.

Current Companions:
Amisra Keyrel

Current and Past Lover(s):
None

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
Small dagger from the gang he joined back in Ironhold, has a red hilt with a fake ruby in it.

History:

Disclaimer: Story is very long, skip to the “Where are they now” section for essentially the TL;DR version.

The Life of a Up and Coming Dark Mage

Early Life

Tanithil grew up in the kingdom of Thael Taesi, which was once an independent kingdom among many in Malthemoor. His family was rather close to the royal family due to his grandmother Zarra’s involvement in the military forces under the rule of King Keyral. She had enlisted as an infantryman back in the days of the previous king, and slowly worked her way up through hard work and the respect of her fellow officers, but they always did note her distinct bloodthirst and desire for conquest. After she took an oath to bend the knee to the ruling king and to cease her endless requests for military conquest, King Keyral saw the potential in her to be a strong leader for his military and thus gave her the rank of General.

After she attained this rank, Zarra met with a lower ranking officer and immediately fell in love. It was one of the few moments she ever allowed herself to be vulnerable, and it would soon be the last. She and Thallan Malaggar started a family together, raising a few children, namely Tanithil’s father, Arlen, and 2 other siblings Zarra’s children chose civilian life, wanting a more simple, honest, and safe place away from the more brutal realities of military life. Zarra had respected this wish, and let the recently retired Thallan, Ayla, Arlen’s wife, and Arlen purchase a home in the main city surrounding the castle.

Ayla and Arlen happily raised him as an only child, Tanithil, with Thallan for many years in a modest house. Zarra would even take vacations every now and then to come see her children and grandchildren. But one night, while Zarra had gone on a diplomacy mission to a neighboring kingdom, a man had broken into the family home and attempted to both rob and kill everyone present. Thallan, being the soldier that he was, sprung into action to stop the man from hurting his family. However in the process, he was stabbed and mortally wounded. While this made the thug run away and guaranteed everyone else’s safety, it was an untimely end for a noble soul.

Zarra returned home furious that her loving husband was murdered in his own home by “some drunk”. By all accounts, it made no sense. The house was locked with magical spells, and Thallan, while old, wasn’t senile. Many speculate that the entire story wasn’t told, or that someone else had something to play in it, but unfortunately no details were shared. From that day onward, Zarra became far more mean and dark emotionally.

Tanithil, being only in his early 50s at the time, truly didn’t know what to think of the entire situation, but he did notice some strange occurrences. A strange man outside, the glint of a small object flying through the air, then suddenly, his grandfather was laid on the floor. To this day he’s unsure, but it was this death that led him to want to become someone who could protect others. While not physically strong, he had learned in his school the rudimentary forms of magic and erebokinesis his kind were capable of. He began his pursuit of knowledge and started to hone his magical skills so he could become a hero like his grandfather and grandmother. That is until one fateful day….

The Beginning of the End

As the years passed, Tanithil grew more close to the royal family, and even befriended their daughter, Amisra. His constant trips to the castle to study in the library or practice in the dueling areas had meant he would see both Zarra and Amisra quite often. Zarra would often coach him on how to read situations in battle, and how to properly assess danger to counter it. Her teachings were harsh, but full of knowledge and insight from centuries of battle.

Amisra had offered a more social and friendly approach to his visits, giving him yet another reason to look forward to making the long walk up to the gate. They often shared meals, talked about their own training, and made light jokes about events around the castle. The two grew close and would even spar together to see whose brand of combat was “better”. Sometimes even Zarra would join them in a special 2v1 sparring match. It was these matches that Tanithil would often take a back seat and instead support his friend with the use of his stealthy magicks to give Amisra an edge against his grandmother. Of course, they never won, but sometimes they almost landed a few blows.

They all had spent over a century together training and learning like this, to the point where Tanithil even took up a temporary residency in the barracks to reduce the constant need for walking to and fro. Shortly after he had turned 150, he noticed his grandmother begin to become resentful towards the staff of the castle and even the staff. She would go off on random solo excursions she claimed were “for the good of the country” with no further explanation. It wasn’t until she returned with the full might of another nation's military that Tanithil realized how serious she had become.

In the years of peace that the Keyral family had wanted to uphold, a neighboring Dark Elf nation known as Daka had begun amassing troops and forcing all other countries to unite under a single banner; the banner of King Zanithel. Initially, their approach was diplomatic, but it held a sinister force behind it. They had told King Keyral that he could keep his title, his land, everything essentially except for his power. King Keyral was to surrender his sovereignty over to King Zanithel or he would be executed for high treason. It was all a load of bull, and seemed like a bad dream to Tanithil, but seeing his grandmother in full plate armor with a scowl on her face as she stared down King Keyral told him it was very much real.

The Escape

Three days were given before both Thael Taesi’s forces and Daka’s forces would march on the castle and forcibly occupy it. King Keyral of course said no, but was still thrown into the dungeon to think about his decision until the fateful day. Amisra, her mother, and sister were all left to live in their quarters and were welcome to cut off ties from their King should he choose not to bend the knee. Of course, none of them would, but the offer was still made. Tanithil was, however, discarded. Or rather, he wasn’t considered a threat to King Zanithel or General Zarra. This proved to be advantageous to him. They apparently were under the notion he would go along with this farce of a plan. He would sooner die than forsake the country he grew up in, and began planning with Amisra and her family on how they would escape.

Word however, traveled quickly. A few servants had begun hearing whispers and rumors of the royal family looking to run away, and by the end of the 2nd day, Tanithil and Amisra were practically rushing to get everything together. Since nobles weren’t allowed to leave the castle, Tanithil had entrusted a friendly servant he had gotten to know with the task of getting a carriage ready for them to escape in. Fearful for his life, the servant told the General the day of the escape, where she immediately sent the man to the dungeon and began making for the royal chambers.

The doors to the room cracked open as General Zarra swarmed in with a few guards at the ready to arrest everyone present. Amisra and Tanithil had been packing some things in the back room while Amisra’s younger sister and mother had been keeping a lookout. All they could hear were the guttural screams before being abruptly silenced. Tanithil and Amisra ran out to confront the noise, and saw two limp bodies laid on the bedroom floor. Amisra’s mother held a knife and her sister had the scorch marks of what looked like a spell that either collided with her or perhaps backfired in her hand.

In a flash Amisra had only curses and insults for them as she became enraged at her family’s mistreatment and unfair deaths. The General merely laughed at the pair, pulling her sword and ordering the guards to stand down. She decided it was time for one final spar between the two, all gloves off. It only took a few moments to prove the skill gap between them was still rather large. Amisra held the front as best she could, but the General’s cold and calculating moves simply were too overpowering in her enraged state. Tanithil stayed to the side as they brawled, chucking spells and distractions to get the General to slip up, but nothing cracked her tight focus on the battle. After a few strong clashes, Amisra was knocked to the ground, her weapons on the ground as the General raised her sword in a final coup de grace blow meant for Tanithil’s friend.

He jumped forward, a swirl of Lightslategray mists propelling his body forward as he pushed his friend out of the way. He surrounded his arm in a veil of coagulated shadows, but the sword was simply too well made, and the blow was too strong. It tore through his magic and then his hand like a knife through butter. The scene before him began to burn into his memory as the sheer amount of blood and death was more than he was prepared for that day. He felt his strength rapidly leave him before hearing a faint voice of his friend. She screamed at her for hurting her grandson, lashing out and pushing her away. His vision blurred, but he swore he saw a figure at the door, some voices rang out, and the General put her weapon away and stormed out.

It was only when the guards began to approach them that Tanithil’s senses sharpened. In a moment of desperation he gathered what magical power he had left and surrounded Amisra in Lightslategray mist, whisking both of their bodies away through the nearby window and onto the palace grounds. All their preparations were laid to waste, and Tanithil was mortally wounded. He hated every little aspect of their failed plan, but he would still look to Amisra and vow that they would make it out of this corrupt kingdom that Zanithel was attempting to make.

Where are they now?

After King Zanithel usurped the rule of King Keyral, killing the previous king and the rest of the royal family except for his dear friend Amisra, Tanithil made his escape outside the city limits with Amisra with nothing much besides a small bag of supplies that he was able to take from a nearby shop. Despite his mortal injury at the hands of his conquest-obsessed grandmother, General Zarra, he kept himself together as best he could. Without his friend, he isn’t sure how far he would’ve gotten. She held onto him and supported him throughout the city as he used his magic to disguise their escape route. From shadow bombs of smoke to random collisions and crashes caused by his shadow weapons, Tanithil didn’t care what he needed to do so long as he guaranteed their safety. He had a moment where he thought it was important to see his parents, but decided it could compromise their entire escape if he made any detours now.

As they made it further east, it became apparent the cold weather would be yet another obstacle in their wake. The two elves huddled closely together and made their way as far as they could from the city. With his stubbornness to quit, and Amisra’s support, they made it to the coastline, where they saw a fishing village being raided by a rogue group of what they assumed to be pirates. While normally this would be vexing, Tanithil saw it as an opportunity to escape. The two made their way to the ship, and convinced a light elf by the name of Drosis to help them escape this tyrannical government. As luck would have it, the man also disliked the rising dark elf influence and decided to take them onto his ship.

A long trip to Aldrakh proved to be difficult in its own ways, but Tanithil bore with the pulsing pain in his stump. Drosis, being a light elf, had some healing magic available to him. This helped Tanithil through the wincing waves of pain and helped him grow more friendly to the rest of the crew. One thing he didn’t expect was how friendly and personable they had been during their journey. He was thankful for meeting these “thieves on the sea”, and even thought to himself it wouldn’t be so bad on the open seas. Once they docked on yet another small port town, the two set for Ironhold, wishing their new friends a safe journey to wherever they would go.

During their next 100 years, they would spend 40 of those in Ironhold. Tanithil particularly would associate himself with the criminal element in the city and make a small name for himself, even earning himself a keepsake in the form of a small red dagger. He’s fond of the people he met but not so proud of what he had to do under their tutelage. He also met a dwarf by the name of Urnol Wraithaxe, who was a master tinkerer. He even made Tanithil a brand new metal prosthetic hand and gave Amisra a job while they lived there. But after 40 years, Tanithil agreed with his friend that it was time to go on the run in a place that wasn’t so easily discovered and ransacked. So they reached out to now Captain Drosis once more and offered to join their crew. There was little hesitation from the Captain as he hadn’t minded the two elves one bit. Tanithil now resides upon the deck of the Saltrunner as a seafaring pirate, free to do as he pleases. Just the way he likes it really.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level(If you’re active, please list how. Sports activity? Etc):
⋆ Very active. Well as active as one can be on a boat. Back in the city Tanithil would often scale the sides of buildings and run through back streets with proficient dexterity. His boat life may not let his leg strength flourish but his arms have begun to grow from all the lifting and towing he needs to do on board.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Good runner, both sprinting and long distance
⋆ Great endurance, has had to train his stamina since birth due to naturally low starting point

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Low maximum output.
⋆ Low recovery rate, if tired out he needs time to rest

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Has trained in both magical and physical weapons for a combined amount of 100+ years, with 40 of them being more physically focused and 60 of them being more magically focused.

Hand-to-Hand Combat:
Amisra has shown Tanithil a few things, and the backstreet slums have taught Tanithil how to handle himself in combat, but he has received no formal training. He has slowly honed his hand-to-hand skills over the last 100 years as well.

⋆ Offensive Erebokinesis:
Tanithil started his more creative endeavors into erebokinesis around 90 years ago, about a decade after he had started his stay in Ironhold.

⋆ Shrouding:
Shrouding is something Tanithil has done since he could cast spells, roughly the age of 50 is when he really began to experiment and learn the different ways he can hide and change his body's appearance. Roughly 200 years total.

⋆ Shielding:
Tanithil began learning how to protect himself after he began his more nefarious and criminal dealings. When a deal goes south, you gotta know how to protect your back. 150 years total.

Magical Abilities:

Best Abilities:
Tanithil's toolkit of abilities is almost like a utility belt to him. He takes the shadows he conjures and forms them into whatever objects he needs. A weapon, a shield, some armor, or some form of tool. Some favorites of his include:

> A sticky whip that allows him to quickly scale large structures or bind opponents
> A gauntlet that can serve as both armor for his side and a strong melee weapon.
> A curved scimitar-like blade that can change shape mid swing
> A sphere of pure energy, acting almost like a gravity hole.
> A small set of caltrops to trip up or maim his opponents mid combat
> A pair of wing capable of flight for himself and at most 1 other person

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Tanithil’s Stats

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Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Durability: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

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Combat Stats

Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Melee Weapon Combat: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Ranged Weapon Combat: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Magic Stats

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Offensive Erebokinesis:: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Shrouding:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Shielding: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤