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Character up for review!
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Hair Color:
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Occupation
Living Immediate Family Members:
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Current Companions:
Current and Past Lover(s):
Current Equipment: Masako carries a hidden Iaito concealed in the handle of an oil-paper parasol.
History:
Masako was created with the purpose of serving as a home protection automaton of a rich elven family living in the Ironhold. The family commissioned her from an artisan dwarf known for his unique creations. They needed something that appeared non threatening to protect the most precious jewels they owned, their children. Masako watched over them while they slept in their little cribs, snuck out of their rooms at night, played in the garden and went on trips outside of Ironhold. Over the years the family requested improvements to keep up with the unpredictability of growing children. This resulted in Masako becoming able to adapt to different situations. This wasn't without fail, as she was still only an automaton.
Eventually Masako's family sought to weaponize her, sending the automaton back to her creator. He improved her strength, endurance and speed and gave her a weapon to wield apart from her own body. Most importantly however he forged something for her she never had before, a heart. The runes created with the Celestone changed Masako from the cold, lifeless but ever present automation to the mother the children always wished she could become. It allowed her to experience love, fueling her desire to protect the children she helped to raise.
Shortly after her return, during a quiet and uneventful night, Masako discovered the children were not in their beds. Someone or something had whisked them away without a trace. She remembers this event vividly because this was the first time she experienced loss.
Fitness Level:
⋆ Highly active (Years of watching a bunch of wild children)
Physical strengths
⋆Increased durability due to her porcelain-like exterior which is similar to carbon fiber.
⋆Increased strength, endurance and speed
⋆Night vision
Physical weaknesses
⋆Can't be healed by magic
⋆Vulnerable to core destruction
⋆Maintenance required
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Iaito blade: 1 year. While not having had to use it often, she wields it with scary precision.
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
⋆ 11 years. She is intimidating even without her blade.
Strength: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤
Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤
Durability: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯
Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Iato Blade Weapon Combat: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯
Character up for review!
Masako Kintsugi ⋆ 11 ⋆ Appears female ⋆ Warforged
Appearance
Height:
5'3
Build:
Lithe and lean. She was built to appear non threatening.
Hair Color:
Varies, often seen wearing either a black or white wig
Hair Length
Varies, usually on the longer side
Eye Color:
Not applicable
Skin Tone:
Porcelain
Distinguishing features:
Intricate floral paintings all over her body. Wherever her exterior was damaged, the cracks have been joined together with gold.
Lack of eyes. The hollows are able to emit a blue glow, which mimics the appearance of eyes.
Lack of eyes. The hollows are able to emit a blue glow, which mimics the appearance of eyes.
Psychology
Likes:
⋆Protecting and caring for children
⋆Order and routine
⋆Time consuming crafts (Painting, embroidery etc)
⋆Order and routine
⋆Time consuming crafts (Painting, embroidery etc)
Dislikes:
⋆Disobedience
⋆Failure
⋆Inattentive parental figures
⋆Failure
⋆Inattentive parental figures
Fears:
⋆Not being able to find her wards and return home
⋆The death of her wards
⋆Life without purpose
⋆The death of her wards
⋆Life without purpose
Habits/Quirks
⋆Masako tends to mimic human behavior whenever she has learned it to be appropriate.
⋆At times her wording is slightly off. This is especially noticeable when she's describing feelings and emotions.
⋆At times her wording is slightly off. This is especially noticeable when she's describing feelings and emotions.
Sexuality:
Asexual
Personality:
Masako is much like a statue, quiet and observant. Having been around people since her creation she can move among them with little effort. She uses her interaction with others as a learning opportunity, to better understand the world around her. A matron to the young and innocent she is acts much like a traditional mother would. There is a warmth to her that sometimes makes you forget that she is a mere living construct.
Dealing with children requires an almost inhuman amount of patience. Masako knows how to play the waiting game and she's never lost, because she doesn't tire. There aren't many things that scare her which allows her to be brave and act without fear. She strikes fast and hard, demanding discipline and order.
Not dim witted by any means Masako's intelligence is rather situational. She is clever in areas and subjects that are familiar. Much of the world is still unknown to her and stepping into the unknown is bound to come with mistakes. Masako's unfamiliarity with mundane things often makes her the butt of a joke. She can be very funny when it's unintentional.
She struggles with many different kinds of emotions, ones which she can't name and doesn't understand. It causes her pain and distress. When she finds herself overwhelmed Masako seeks refuge with the Gods in prayer, trying to find comfort in the divine.
Dealing with children requires an almost inhuman amount of patience. Masako knows how to play the waiting game and she's never lost, because she doesn't tire. There aren't many things that scare her which allows her to be brave and act without fear. She strikes fast and hard, demanding discipline and order.
Not dim witted by any means Masako's intelligence is rather situational. She is clever in areas and subjects that are familiar. Much of the world is still unknown to her and stepping into the unknown is bound to come with mistakes. Masako's unfamiliarity with mundane things often makes her the butt of a joke. She can be very funny when it's unintentional.
She struggles with many different kinds of emotions, ones which she can't name and doesn't understand. It causes her pain and distress. When she finds herself overwhelmed Masako seeks refuge with the Gods in prayer, trying to find comfort in the divine.
Background
Occupation
Originally created as a home protector, is now a nomad in search of her wards.
Living Immediate Family Members:
The elven family she served
Dead Immediate Family Members:
None
Current Companions:
TBA
Current and Past Lover(s):
None
Current Equipment: Masako carries a hidden Iaito concealed in the handle of an oil-paper parasol.
History:
Masako was created with the purpose of serving as a home protection automaton of a rich elven family living in the Ironhold. The family commissioned her from an artisan dwarf known for his unique creations. They needed something that appeared non threatening to protect the most precious jewels they owned, their children. Masako watched over them while they slept in their little cribs, snuck out of their rooms at night, played in the garden and went on trips outside of Ironhold. Over the years the family requested improvements to keep up with the unpredictability of growing children. This resulted in Masako becoming able to adapt to different situations. This wasn't without fail, as she was still only an automaton.
Eventually Masako's family sought to weaponize her, sending the automaton back to her creator. He improved her strength, endurance and speed and gave her a weapon to wield apart from her own body. Most importantly however he forged something for her she never had before, a heart. The runes created with the Celestone changed Masako from the cold, lifeless but ever present automation to the mother the children always wished she could become. It allowed her to experience love, fueling her desire to protect the children she helped to raise.
Shortly after her return, during a quiet and uneventful night, Masako discovered the children were not in their beds. Someone or something had whisked them away without a trace. She remembers this event vividly because this was the first time she experienced loss.
Combat and Magic Stat Creation
Fitness Level:
⋆ Highly active (Years of watching a bunch of wild children)
Physical strengths
⋆Increased durability due to her porcelain-like exterior which is similar to carbon fiber.
⋆Increased strength, endurance and speed
⋆Night vision
Physical weaknesses
⋆Can't be healed by magic
⋆Vulnerable to core destruction
⋆Maintenance required
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Iaito blade: 1 year. While not having had to use it often, she wields it with scary precision.
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
⋆ 11 years. She is intimidating even without her blade.
Masako’s Stats
Physical Stats
Strength: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤
Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤
Durability: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯
Combat Stats
Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Iato Blade Weapon Combat: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯
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[color=Steelblue][h1]Masako’s Stats[/h1][/color]
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Stamina: [color=Khaki]⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤[/color]
Dexterity:[color=Khaki]⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤[/color]
Durability: [color=Khaki]⬤⬤⬤◯◯[/color]
[h3][b][color=Steelblue]Combat Stats[/color][/b][/h3]
Hand-to-Hand Combat: [color=Khaki]⬤⬤⬤⬤◯[/color]
Iato Blade Weapon Combat: [color=Khaki]⬤⬤⬤◯◯[/color]
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Sirena, Last name unknown ⋆Age unknown ⋆ Female ⋆ Winter fairy / Dark Fariy
Appearance
Height:
5’3
Build:
Slim and frail
Hair Color:
White like snow
Hair Length
Extra long, goes down to the bottom of her back
Eye Color:
Ice blue
Skin Tone:
Pale
Distinguishing features:
Her white hair and blue eyes were a mutation from the torture she received. She originally had dark black hair and vibrant hazel eyes. A lightly faded scar goes across her left eye
Psychology
Likes:
⋆Bugs
⋆Warmth/sun/heat
⋆Nature
⋆Big open spaces
⋆Warmth/sun/heat
⋆Nature
⋆Big open spaces
Fears:
⋆Water/Swimming/Submerging in liquids
⋆Cold/Winter
⋆Nighttime/darkness
⋆Cold/Winter
⋆Nighttime/darkness
Habits/Quirks
⋆Talks to ghosts
⋆Can see spirits/ghosts
⋆Tends to daydream alot
⋆Can turn useless junk into useful items
⋆Can see spirits/ghosts
⋆Tends to daydream alot
⋆Can turn useless junk into useful items
Sexuality:
Straight
Personality:
Due to her traumatic past and the haunting presence of ghosts, Sirena's treatment of people around her is marked by a deep-seated fear and apprehension. The torment she endured as a child has left her emotionally scarred, making it difficult for her to trust others and form meaningful connections. Sirena's interactions with people are often guarded and distant, as she struggles with the constant fear of being hurt or betrayed. The darkness, a reminder of her past horrors, intensifies her anxiety, causing her to withdraw further. Despite her fear, there remains a flicker of empathy within Sirena's heart, as she recognizes the pain and suffering in others, mirroring her own torment. However, the ghosts that accompany her serve as a constant reminder of the dangers lurking in the shadows, reinforcing her hesitance to fully embrace those around her.
Her encounters with people often trigger a heightened sense of fear and unease, causing her to instinctively withdraw and remain guarded. In situations where she feels threatened or unsafe, Sirena's natural survival instincts kick in, allowing her to become adept at tracking individuals and blending into her surroundings, effectively hiding in plain sight. While she is not inherently a fighter, her experiences have taught her to be resourceful and to defend herself when necessary. On rare occasions, she may reluctantly wield a dagger, relying on her agility and quick thinking to protect herself. Nevertheless, her aversion to violence remains, as she understands the pain it inflicts all too well. Sirena's reactions are often driven by a desire to evade danger, and find solace in solitude.
Sirena's mind is a complex labyrinth of shattered memories, lingering trauma, and the constant presence of spectral whispers. Her thoughts are often clouded by the haunting echoes of her past, causing her to experience bouts of anxiety, paranoia, and a perpetual sense of unease. Her interactions with the living world are tinged with apprehension, as she carries the weight of her past torment, making it challenging for her to trust or form deep connections. Sirena's thinking is marked by a heightened awareness of her surroundings, always on guard for potential threats. While her mind may be plagued by darkness, there exists a glimmer of resilience and a flicker of empathy, reminding her of her own vulnerability and the pain she endured. Sirena's thoughts often oscillate between a longing for a sense of purpose and family and a constant battle against the haunting demons that reside within her own psyche.
Her encounters with people often trigger a heightened sense of fear and unease, causing her to instinctively withdraw and remain guarded. In situations where she feels threatened or unsafe, Sirena's natural survival instincts kick in, allowing her to become adept at tracking individuals and blending into her surroundings, effectively hiding in plain sight. While she is not inherently a fighter, her experiences have taught her to be resourceful and to defend herself when necessary. On rare occasions, she may reluctantly wield a dagger, relying on her agility and quick thinking to protect herself. Nevertheless, her aversion to violence remains, as she understands the pain it inflicts all too well. Sirena's reactions are often driven by a desire to evade danger, and find solace in solitude.
Sirena's mind is a complex labyrinth of shattered memories, lingering trauma, and the constant presence of spectral whispers. Her thoughts are often clouded by the haunting echoes of her past, causing her to experience bouts of anxiety, paranoia, and a perpetual sense of unease. Her interactions with the living world are tinged with apprehension, as she carries the weight of her past torment, making it challenging for her to trust or form deep connections. Sirena's thinking is marked by a heightened awareness of her surroundings, always on guard for potential threats. While her mind may be plagued by darkness, there exists a glimmer of resilience and a flicker of empathy, reminding her of her own vulnerability and the pain she endured. Sirena's thoughts often oscillate between a longing for a sense of purpose and family and a constant battle against the haunting demons that reside within her own psyche.
Background
Occupation
Sirena scours the darkest and most forgotten corners of the world, unearthing hidden treasures and peculiar objects. Sirena's unique abilities and resourcefulness allow her to transform seemingly worthless items into useful tools or curiosities, catering to the desires of those who seek them. Despite her own inner turmoil, Sirena's expertise in procuring and repurposing these rare finds grants her a simple living.
Living Immediate Family Members:
Unknown
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Unknown
Current Companions:
Vander [@oso]
Current and Past Lover(s):
None
Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
A handmade bow and arrows inside of a quiver
A small dagger.
Her traveling purse is an enchanted bag that holds all her items in a small little pouch she keeps on her waist.
A satchel of herbs
A satchel of little rocks/metal scraps/twine
(will fill out later)
History(2 paragraph minimum):
Sirena was once a winter fairy who was vibrant, energetic, and full of life. She loved magic and was eager to grow up into a beautiful fairy. She had loving parents and a warm home, she was safe and protected.
However, Sirena was snatched when she was a child by the minions of Zalthraxis. While in Zalthraxis's clutches, Sirena became a victim of relentless torture. His minions subjected her to unspeakable horrors, their sadistic actions leaving indelible scars upon her body, mind, and soul. The pain and suffering were so intense that her once vibrant hair turned stark white, and her once expressive eyes transformed into an icy blue hue, mirroring the coldness that had been forced upon her.
As the torment wore on, Sirena's fragile mind crumbled under the weight of her anguish. The incessant abuse caused her to spiral into a state of madness, disconnecting her from reality.
In her fractured state, she found herself able to see and communicate with the tormented spirits that were trapped between worlds. Ghostly apparitions and anguished souls became a constant presence, their haunting whispers and sorrowful cries forever echoing in her ears.
Yet, Sirena's life was a tragic symphony of sorrow. The ghosts that plagued her every step, their presence an inescapable reminder of her tortured past, continued to haunt her relentlessly. They whispered tales of lost loves, broken dreams, and unfulfilled desires, their spectral presence serving as a constant torment, driving her further into the depths of her own madness.
Life after the torture Sirena was left broken and lost, forced to navigate a world that felt alien and cruel. The scars of her past torments left her incapable of trusting others, and she found solace in the shadows, living on the streets and scraping by in the most meager of ways.
In her desperate struggle to survive, Sirena discovered an unlikely talent for scavenging and unearthing forgotten treasures from the darkest corners of the world. She ventured into abandoned ruins, cursed forests, and desolate catacombs, scouring these forsaken places in search of trinkets and artifacts. She became a wandering merchant, selling these eerie finds to those who dared seek her out, often attracting those who were drawn to the mysteries of the occult.
During her travels as a traveling merchant, she ended up befriending a very unlikely individual. Having been attacked on many occasions Sirena ends up hiring a Light elf by the name of Vander to protect her. Using his talents Sirena was able to start traveling again, along with her new hire and companion.
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:
⋆
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆Weak
⋆Quick on her feet
⋆Can contort her body
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆Darkness
⋆Winter/Frost Magic
⋆Physical combat
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆
Hand-to-Hand Combat: 1 year - She only ever uses hand-to-hand if its a life or death situation
Magic: Years of Experience
⋆ Zoolingualism:
25 Years
⋆ Necrosis:
32 years
⋆ Erebokinesis:
10 years
⋆ Cryokinesis:
10 years
Best Abilities:
Necrosis, however, is afraid of her own magic. She has strong abilities to perform Necrosis because of the sheer amount of torture she endured. So although the magic is strong, out of fear she doesn't use it unless she felt there was no choice or a situational reason happened.
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Strength: [color=a187be]⬤◯◯◯◯[/color]
Ground Speed:[color=a187be]⬤⬤⬤◯◯[/color]
Stamina: [color=a187be]⬤⬤⬤◯◯[/color]
Dexterity:[color=a187be]⬤⬤⬤◯◯[/color]
Durability: [color=a187be]⬤◯◯◯◯[/color]
[h3][b][color=a187be]Combat Stats[/color][/b][/h3]
Hand-to-hand Combat:[color=a187be]⬤⬤◯◯◯[/color]
[h3][b][color=a187be]Magic Stats[/color][/b][/h3]
Zoolingualism:[color=a187be]⬤⬤⬤⬤◯[/color]
Necrosis: [color=a187be]⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤[/color]
Erebokinesis [color=a187be]⬤⬤⬤◯◯[/color]
Cryokinesis:[color=a187be]⬤⬤◯◯◯[/color][/color]coGM
“Thraash Ferno” ⋆ 125 ⋆ Male ⋆ Demihuman
Appearance
Height:
7’1”
Build:
Lean muscular
Eye Color:
Yellow
Skin Tone:
Green
Distinguishing features:
Badass horns, septum piercing, three horn piercings, two brow piercings
Psychology
Likes:
⋆ Music
⋆ Bringing it to the dark elves
⋆ Shiny things
⋆ Brazenness
⋆ Red meat
⋆ Being in charge
⋆ Making a grand entrance
⋆ Bringing it to the dark elves
⋆ Shiny things
⋆ Brazenness
⋆ Red meat
⋆ Being in charge
⋆ Making a grand entrance
Dislikes:
⋆ No stakes
⋆ Subservience
⋆ Being forced to keep things quiet
⋆ Low activity
⋆ Dark Elf supremacy
⋆ Subservience
⋆ Being forced to keep things quiet
⋆ Low activity
⋆ Dark Elf supremacy
Fears:
⋆ Losing his ability to play music
⋆ Not dying in a worthwhile battle
⋆ Not dying in a worthwhile battle
Habits/Quirks:
⋆ Hums to himself while bopping his head when things get slow
⋆ Conforms to ideas he thinks are cool versus the pros and cons
⋆ Silently towers over others imposingly
⋆ Conforms to ideas he thinks are cool versus the pros and cons
⋆ Silently towers over others imposingly
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Personality:
People find me rough around the edges but they just need to deal with it or leave. I choose not to make new friends because most people can't hang. Ain't my problem. I'm just built like that and it works in my favor since I don't have enough limelight to share with anyone else. I'm the star, so naturally, I come first. Not only that but I'm not the type to trust anyone unless they're battle-tested first. After that, maybe you get the stamp of being considered solid. Wanna see what that looks like, just look at who I keep around.
Temperament? People say I'm a hothead. I've fought plenty of rounds at the Nest. Y'know, that cesspool of a bar in Roshmi. Love that place… I hate that place too. And waiting? I don't wait for shit to happen. I make shit happen with or without a plan. Simple as that. No hesitation.
I'm smarter than most make me out to be. Get it from my pops but it's more of a street-smart thing. I'm not some brainy scientist or a cunning manipulator. What you see is what you get, and you either like it or you don't.
Some people say I'm crazy… They might be right.
Temperament? People say I'm a hothead. I've fought plenty of rounds at the Nest. Y'know, that cesspool of a bar in Roshmi. Love that place… I hate that place too. And waiting? I don't wait for shit to happen. I make shit happen with or without a plan. Simple as that. No hesitation.
I'm smarter than most make me out to be. Get it from my pops but it's more of a street-smart thing. I'm not some brainy scientist or a cunning manipulator. What you see is what you get, and you either like it or you don't.
Some people say I'm crazy… They might be right.
Background
Occupation:
Rebel (seriously), Musician, Blacksmith
Living Immediate Family Members:
My mom and dad are still kicking
Current Companions:
A groupie named Rosamira (30 years). Pain in my scales but she's solid
Current Equipment: Ax-guitar, Muse Tank amplifier, black powder, toiletries, a skull he wears as a mask
History: Born in Roshmi. Raised in Roshmi. Dad was a smith, mom was an enchanter. Got my dad's solid breath and most of my mom's solid scales, which worked for me. Gold would just ruin the fucking vibe and I like being the personification of rebellion. Dad hated it but he could shut his snout and swallow his breath weapon for all I cared.
During my fifteenth year of living, I found my passion after watching a dwarven band shred during a family business trip to Ironhold. I know what you're thinking. Family. Business. Trip. For the most part, I couldn't stand them but it was during one where I found my passion. Then I started a band… Okay, I started several bands. Sure, they all failed one way or another. People either didn't know their place or couldn't live up to my talent. My dad thought otherwise, trying to stifle my flame by trying to make me his successor. I did a little bit here and there but it wasn't really my thing.
Oh yeah, the war happened. Roshmi got hit so hard and fast but the family business never skipped a beat. Went from making weapons and armor for Roshmi to making them for Malthemoor with twice the demand. My parents were happy but me, nah. I couldn't be a sellout like that. New laws, new restrictions, renaming kingdoms, and worst of all, my favorite band… dead. I packed up my shit and started anew. Changed my whole look, and I don't mean with one of those tacky disguise rings. My shit was done solid! Authentic. Thraash Ferno was born!
I started playing for amas as a one-man show and selling whatever weapons I could make in most places that would have me. Oh, and I made damn sure it wasn't for those bruise-skinned pointy-eared fucks. But the wrong people eventually caught on to my selectiveness of course and I got roughed up pretty bad. So do you know what I did? I stopped playing my music altogether.
I stopped playing my music because I was building a fucking destroyer! A ravager! A weaponized instrument of death! Sure, I thanked my dad for passing on his handiness but this creation was mine alone. An ax-guitar that I could use to take the fight back to the current system!
Then I built my Muse Tank, a special amplifier that would see my mom green with envy. I didn't need friends! I didn't need a band! I was the band! Ahahahahaha!
I ran with a few would-be rebels but like usual, I got grouped up with others that just couldn't make the cut. In other words, they died, got captured, or quit, leaving this dragonborn to pave his own path once more. It was just me but I was hitting small convoys and patrols of dark-elven militants like a basilisk out of hell!
Well, until some elf girl fucked things up for me. Got us captured because she wanted to take my claim on a patrol and wouldn't shut her fucking snout about it. I couldn't tell you how long our shouting match was but I was winning. Anyway, we broke out and brought hell to the camp we were being held in. Burned everything! We both liked setting things on fire and she had decent talent at taking dark elves off the board so… we linked up. Her name's “Mari” and even if she's just a groupie, she's been the only one that's kept up with me this long, so she's solid.
Combat and Magic Stat Creation
Fitness Level(If you’re active, please list how. Sports activity? Etc):
⋆ Come on, look at me. I'm fucking dragonborn
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Physical strength
⋆ I'm good with my hands, whether it be a weapon or a musical instrument
⋆ Tough hide and it's fire retardant too!
⋆ Sex appeal
⋆ Strong lungs
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Can’t fit in many places
⋆ Big target
⋆ Decreases performance when there’s no music playing
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Ax-Guitar (literally). I've had it for over thirty years. Enough said. Black powder. A decorated amplifier he calls his “Muse Tank.” The Muse Tank can amplify his guitar while mysteriously playing the sounds of other instruments while he plays.
Hand-to-Hand Combat: I'm a brawler with no martial arts background. I leverage my size and strength to make up for it.
Magical Abilities:
Species of Demi-Human
Dragonborn
Abilities from Beast Side:
Fire breath. Don't let the green scales fool you.
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Scathael
Scathael Arash ⋆ 267 ⋆ Male ⋆ Dark Elf
Appearance
Height:
1.85 m (6'0")
Build:
Fit
Hair Color:
Greyish white
Hair Length:
Short
Eye Color:
Hazel brown, bordering on amber
Skin Tone:
Dark grey
Distinguishing Features:
His hands and arms are speckled with burns and healed scars.
Psychology
Likes:
⋆ Solitude
⋆ Seeing new sights
⋆ Finding new materials to work with
⋆ Making / repairing things
Dislikes:
⋆ Overly-elaborate designs
⋆ Inefficiency
⋆ Surprises
Fears:
⋆ To be unable to wander anymore
⋆ To be trapped in one place
⋆ To lose those he cares about
⋆ To be revealed in-RP
Habits/Quirks
⋆ Whenever possible, he whittles wood into arrow shafts when idle
⋆ He scribbles into a notebook every now-and-then, especially after visiting somewhere visually impressive or new to him
Sexuality:
Straight
Personality:
⋆ Behavior towards others is: extroverted or introverted.
Scathael will only interact with people as much as he needs to. No more, no less. It’s not the interaction he minds, you see. It’s that it’s – to him – a needless distraction from more pressing work.
⋆ Where on the spectrum of selfish to selfless
If he has something you need, and he himself doesn’t need it, then it’s yours if you ask. Just don’t expect him to give it on his own volition, and be prepared to have a very convincing argument if the thing you need happens to be raw materials. He can be quite the hoarder with such things.
⋆ Where on the spectrum of kind to mean.
He wouldn’t go out of his way to be mean, but neither would he make much effort in cushioning a heavy blow.
⋆ Is your character affectionate? Do they enjoy hugs and being touchy?
No. He has it in him, but he has no reason to show it.
⋆ Is it hard to gain your character’s trust?
Scathael doesn’t trust people easily. It can happen, but it’ll take plenty of time and effort. Perhaps more than what most can be expected to give.
⋆ Easy to anger or does your character usually remain calm? What about irritation?
Anger requires care, and Scathael honestly cares little for anything beyond his work to be easily roused to anger. He can, however, be easily irritated.
⋆ Patient or impatient. Is your character impulsive?
On a day-to-day basis, he’s rather patient. He doesn’t quite mind waiting days or even weeks to acquire the materials he needs for a project. That said, when it comes to finding said materials, he can be easily spurred to action by mere rumours of something rare or just difficult to acquire.
⋆ Brave or Cowardly? Are they brave to the point of recklessness?
He’s as brave as he needs to be. Risks are calculated, and he sees no shame in running from a hopeless fight or declining an overly-dangerous task.
⋆ Anxiety hold you back? Do you get nervous?
Not much; he’s sure enough of his abilities to do most things confidently. However, he does get antsy if he’s working with something which he knows he can’t easily get a replacement for.
⋆ Reaction speeds to situations.
Travelling alone has given him decent instincts. He might not be the fastest around, but he certainly knows when danger's near and how to react accordingly.
⋆ Intelligence level: Are you a cunning mastermind?
Scathael has a quick mind. He picks things up easily, but there’s a catch. It has to be something he’s very much interested in. Anything less than that and he switches off so quickly that barely anything gets into his head. So if it comes to a topic that he's knowledgeable in, he'll likely be able to think or outsmart his way out of trouble. Outside of that, he'll have problems.
⋆ Charisma level: How well can you manipulate people? Do you make friends easily? Are you persuasive?
He has all of the charisma of a boulder.
⋆ Sense of humor or no sense of humor?
It’s sardonic, caustic, and can often be dark at times, but he does have one. Knowing when he’s joking and when he’s serious is the real challenge.
⋆ Sanity level of character/do they struggle with any mental illness/disorders?
According to Scathael himself, he’s very sane. A very stable individual. According to those with whom he interacts, his single-mindedness when it comes to creating things, and his obsession with finding new and better materials, traipses on the border of insanity.
Background
Occupation
Itinerant General Craftsman
Living Immediate Family Members:
None
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Maisil Arash (Father)
Vannea Arash (Mother)
Current Companions:
None
Current and Past Lover(s):
Rezirael Illimac
Current Equipment:
Weapons:
Horn/Maple composite bow
Shortened musket
Pistol
Two Hatchets
Tools:
Whittling knife
Smithing hammer
Tongs
Forge Gloves
Needle and Thread
Whetstone block
Bowstrings
Pestle and Mortar
History:
It would’ve seemed that Scathael was destined for an average life.
He wasn’t born to anyone of note – his parents were magically gifted, for sure, but they weren’t exceptionally powerful by any stretch of the imagination – and the village in which he grew up was one so small that most cartographers simply glossed over it on their maps. Really, it was more of a hamlet, and a small one at that. The nearest town was at least a day’s ride away, and there was nothing that attracted even the most curious of wayfarers. Life was quiet, solitary, and peaceful.
Throughout his childhood, Scathael’s parents did their best to pass on their knowledge to their son, but it was evident as he grew up that magic wasn’t where his talents lay. Rather, it was the forge, the anvil, the carpenter’s bench, the tanner’s rack, anything related to making things, with which he had an affinity. His parents, rather than forcing him to be something he wasn’t, instead encouraged him to nurture and build upon his innate talent. Though he still had to practise magic, it was more to maintain what skills he had rather than to develop them any further.
It didn’t take long for him to learn all he could in his little hamlet. If he wanted to go any further, he’d have to venture out to the bigger towns and cities. His parents were naturally reluctant to let their only son leave on his own, but Scathael eased their worries by showing that he could adequately take care of himself with the bow. Neither did he have any intention of leaving home for good; he’d journey in search of teachers and masters to learn from, but his path would always lead him back to the little cottage on the outskirts of the nameless hamlet. In due time, he even became something of a general tradesman for the rest of the villagers. To spend the rest of his life in such a way didn’t seem unappealing in the least to Scathael. It was more than what he could’ve wished for.
Fate, however, had other plans for him.
Scathael no longer talks about that day, but memories of it still linger vividly in his mind. He had only just returned from a hunt when he found his parents killed. Not murdered. He’d never use that word to describe what happened. Murder implies that someone had planned for his parents to die. Murder implied that there was a reason for their death. But that wasn’t the case. He simply found them both cold on the autumn grass, the arrows which took their lives still lodged in their bodies. A dozen bodies surrounding them told him that they at least didn’t go easily, but it was little consolation.
He never did find out the exact reason for his parents’ deaths. Their neighbours – all of whom lived a fair distance away – told him that it all stemmed from a heated argument between his father and a roving band of hunters. Or outlaws, or mercenaries, or any other type of group, depending on whom he asked. But regardless, one thing remained constant. It had just been a misunderstanding gone horribly, and violently, wrong. Nothing more.
It was that randomness that devastated Scathael the most. A targeted killing, he could perhaps rationalise it away. He could maybe even plan revenge to soothe his heart, but something like this? There was nothing for him to do but mourn and try to continue living. He resolved to stay in the hamlet his parents had so resolutely refused to leave in an attempt to honour their memory, but that proved to be far too difficult. Every sweet memory he had in the old cottage slowly became daggers pricking his heart, and soon he grew to despise the place.
And so he left. He had no choice.
Barely an adult, he struck out on a path to places unknown. First, he wandered about Daka Island, using his skills to earn some coin wherever he found himself. Then, when he ran out of places to explore, he took ship to lands further out. It wasn’t easy – he didn’t exactly grow up with much exposure to the world beyond his isolated cocoon – but he adapted quickly enough. As it turned out, cultures varied across peoples, but the need for a skilled hammer or deft chisel didn’t, especially in the smaller villages he often found himself. Being able to put his skills to good use, and being able to use them to pay his way to so many new and exciting places, and along the way discover new methods of crafting and materials, did plenty to soothe the pain that had been plaguing his heart.
Then one day, he met a certain Rezirael Illimac.
She’d been a wanderer like him, though her business lay more towards exploring old ruins and delving into caves in search of treasure rather than wanderlust. Their relationship had been strictly professional at the beginning. She needed her tools and weapons maintained in places that could be days away from any settlement, and he needed the coin she earned to fund his need for progressively rarer and more expensive materials. It was a mutually-beneficial relationship that suited the both of them just fine. It didn’t hurt that their personalities complemented each other, too; her fiery passion melted his restrictive caution, and his calm logic tempered her reckless eagerness.
What was supposed to be a temporary partnership turned into something semi-permanent, and then it became strange for either to be away from the other for long. As the time they spent together grew, so too did their relationship deepend. They became fast friends, then close confidants. Neither kept any secret from the other, and their nights were often spent in quiet places swapping stories about their pasts. It was thus only natural that romance would bloom between the two. Scathael still remembers the exact moment it happened. They’d been simply talking as usual after a long day. He’d been going on and on about something – likely related to crafting or materials – when Rezirael kissed him. It’d been a surprise, but one he quickly and eagerly reciprocated. And once they confirmed their love for each other, their bond only grew all the stronger as the days passed.
They still adventured, and explored, and delved together, but between their travels, talk of settling down began to bubble. It started as just a flight of fancy to be laughed over a campfire. Just a nice thought and nothing more. Then, as they added more and more details to that fantasy, it stopped being a mere dream and became more of a goal to be achieved. Between the two of them, they had more than enough coin to sustain them if they stopped their adventures, and in the right place, Scathael’s skills would likely be more than enough to support the both of them and perhaps even a family. Soon enough, it became something that he hungered for; a life he couldn’t wait to start.
And that was when his old friend, fate, paid him another visit.
Scathael hadn’t been there. Rezirael had decided to scout a cave on her own while he remained at camp to repair damaged tools. As night fell, and she didn’t return, Scathael’s worry finally managed to push him to search for her. He found her in the cave she’d been exploring, half-buried and crushed beneath a mound of rocks and dirt. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t dig her out of it, but his efforts would’ve been all for naught even if he’d succeeded. Scathael buried her where she laid, left only with a diary she’d left with him listing the sights and places she wanted to see before they could settle down.
That diary now sits with the rest of his meagre belongings in his travelling knapsack. Every place and every sight, he went and he saw, and he made sure to write down every last detail. But he didn’t stop there. He couldn’t stop there. Fate had made its message clear, and the price Scathael paid for his ignorance had been steep. Too steep. If the death of his parents had cracked his spirit, then Rezirael’s passing shattered it entirely, and he patched it back together with flax thread and leather hide; with hewn oak and forged steel. Settling down was not meant for him. To wander, to discover, and to create better and better things was his lot in life, and he’d been a fool to fight it. All he could do was move. And move. And move some more.
And maybe one day, he’d move far enough to escape this unwanted fate.
Combat and Magic Stat Creation
Fitness Level:
⋆ Scathael is very active. He has to be. As a survivalist-of-sorts, he hunts his own food when living in the wild (and sometimes when living in a settlement, even), chops his own wood for fire and shelter, and digs his own little holes when the terrain allows.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Good endurance; Scathael endeavours to spend his nights in settlements as much as possible, and that means trekking long distances with whatever he owns on his person.
⋆ Stealth; Scathael dislikes direct confrontations, and so has learned how to either skulk away from confrontations, or end them from the safety of the shadows as much as possible.
⋆ Accuracy; related to the above, Scathael has good aim with both bow and musket. Not only does that help to end a fight quickly, it also saves him labour. Bullets and arrows are tedious things to make.
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Poor offensive magic; Scathael has always been a middling sorcerer, and his years of refusing to use his abilities haven’t done him any favours. He only ever uses magic to shroud himself in darkness to make a quick exit.
⋆ Close combat; while he could maybe handle himself against the average street tough or outlaw, don’t expect much from him against tougher foes. Or against multiple foes, for that matter.
⋆ Over-caution; Scathael will always err on the side of caution in a fight, sometimes to what can be perceived as a craven degree. He sees himself as a craftsman first, and adventurer second.
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Bow: 257 years. His parents taught him how to use from young, and intensified said training once it became clear that he was neither interested nor did he possess the aptitude to be anything beyond a middling sorcerer.
⋆ Firearms: 150 years. He picked up his first firearm a little while after leaving home for good, and immediately found it useful to have as part of his arsenal. Whatever skills he has with them were learned whilst travelling and typically on the fly.
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
He has no formal training in hand-to-hand combat. He knows enough to handle himself in a brawl, but that's about it.
Dark Elves
⋆ Offensive Erebokinesis:
Completely out-of-practice. His parents did teach him how to use his magics, but he hasn't touched anything offensive ever since their deaths.
⋆ Shrouding:
160 years. This is his most-used ability, even if he only started seriously honing it after he started wandering the land. Aside from the basics taught by his parents back when he was a youth, most of what he knows comes from trial-and-error.
⋆ Shielding:
110 years. He uses this ability to protect himself from cave-ins and rock-slides whilst exploring.
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Amalgam V ⋆ Appearing Male ⋆ Warforged
Appearance:
Height:
8 Feet, 5 Inches
Build:
Platform built to appear athletic and muscular
Eye and Visor Color:
Red
Armor and Body Tone/Color:
Dark Grey and Black
Distinguishing features:
Three red eyes stacked vertically (couldn't get the AI to render this)
Torn black cloak/cape
Glowing red light emanating from slits and vents in his armor
Psychology:
Likes:
⋆ A bright blue scarf around his neck (although tucked away behind armor plating, so it isn't visible)
⋆ Amas
Dislikes:
⋆ Everyone
⋆ Especially Dark Elves
⋆ Expressing emotions
⋆ Suffering major damage or losing a limb (do you even know how expensive repair costs are?!)
Fears:
⋆ Enslavement
⋆ Never finding a new purpose
⋆ Never resolving the mystery of his past
Habits/Quirks:
⋆ Uncomfortable staring
⋆ Lacks an understanding of personal space
⋆ Responds with "Query" prior to asking a question and replies with "Affirmative", "Undetermined", or "Negative" when answering questions directed at him before elaborating further.
Personality:
Treatment towards others
⋆ Behavior towards others is: extroverted or introverted. Talk about how social your character is or isn't.
Not social at all. Five only speaks either when being spoken to, assuming the individual addressing him is worth his time, or when seeking information regarding a current objective. He is very selective in adding statements to a current conversation and most often would rather remain silent.
⋆ Where on the spectrum of selfish to selfless.
Mostly selfish. Very rarely does Five consider the needs of others unless it conveniences him. If he does perform any selfless acts, they are most likely objectional and situational.
⋆ Where on the spectrum of kind to mean.
Five isn't actively malicious though he doesn't practice benevolent deeds either. He is reactionary and falls within the mindset of dispensing kind or mean acts toward those who deserve them. Anyone who crosses him or anyone in his good graces will be punished whereas individuals who help him and any potential allies will earn his favor.
⋆ Is your character affectionate? Do they enjoy hugs and being touchy?
What are hugs and why do they matter?
⋆ Is it hard to gain your character’s trust?
In a world where Warforged are without rights and are susceptible to mistreatment and enslavement, Five is very wary of others. As such he requires individuals to prove themselves, unless they somehow make him open up to them.
Reaction in Situations
⋆ Easy to anger or does your character usually remain calm? What about irritation?
Although Five is able to remain cool and keep his (newfound) emotions well enough under control, he does have some particular buttons (figurative buttons) that, when pressed, can bring him to anger.
⋆ Patient or impatient. Is your character impulsive?
Patient would be the proper term to describe Five. His analytical mind (and all the technical processes and jargon involved) mostly prevents him from taking irrational actions until a proper course is determined. In combat, this translates into methodically targeting and dispatching opponents. Impulsive acts, should the need suddenly arise, would be very circumstantial for Five to perform.
⋆ Brave or Cowardly? Are they brave to the point of recklessness?
Five is no coward although the word 'bravery' wouldn't be a great word used to describe him either. Five was built and programmed to wage war upon whoever his designated enemy is without hesitation, typically in the most efficient and often brutal ways possible. This goes for dropping critiques and insults too.
⋆ Anxiety hold you back? Do you get nervous?
Nien
⋆ Reaction speeds to situations.
If raw emotions are kept away (and they often are) from being a component within a situation, Five's mechanical body and mind alone can react faster than any organic being could hope to achieve physically, even mentally in some instances.
What's in the Brain. Try not to be smart in every way possible.
⋆ Intelligence level: Are you a cunning mastermind?
As a machine, Five would, by default, possess an incredible intellect. That said, Five is however a war machine, and much of his knowledge is devoted to the concepts of war and battlefield tactics. Knowledge regarding civil matters goes right over his head and such topics, for him, are learned over time. NOTE: Yes, technically he should go to school. No, this should never happen. It will look too awkward for obvious reasons.
⋆ Charisma level: How well can you manipulate people? Do you make friends easily? Are you persuasive?
Five could talk people down with pure logic or simply intimidate them into compliance. Other than that, he is often without any empathy, which makes it really hard for Five to make friends with people right out of the gate.
⋆ Sense of humor or no sense of humor?
Definitely no sense of humor.
⋆ Sanity level of character/do they struggle with any mental illness/disorders?
Debatable. Five would never kill someone for the hell of it. However, he will think of ways to dispose of them. On a serious note, Five is childlike in the sense that they are naive in understanding societal and economic topics and gullible in believing anything told to him regarding them... Just don't be within the same zip code with him once he finds out he's been played.
Personality Traits:
⋆ Everyone has a price...
Though Five prefers taking on bounties involving large troublesome creatures, he will occasionally hunt down wanted individuals. Should the bounty offer equivalent or more amas compared to the amount for their head, Five may turn a blind eye and accept their offer, provided they can actually pay him on the spot.
⋆ Purposeful greed
Five is always looking to make money, though his income, wherever that may come from, is hardly ever used on luxuries. Trinkets mean very little to him unless they are somehow extremely symbolic to him. The Amas he earns he always devoted towards the upkeep of his armored shell. Lacking a very specific enhancement that may allow him to self-repair damage done to him, he is reliant on paying individuals to maintain and repair him. His near-reckless fighting style is what necessitates these appointments. Money is life after all.
Background:
Occupation
Ronin, Bounty Hunter, Monster Hunter, Mercenary
Living Immediate Family Members:
Unknown at this time.
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Unknown at this time.
Current Companions:
TBD
Current and Past Lover(s):
TBD
Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
Large broadsword that is nearly the size as himself (looks similar to that of Dragon Slayer from Berserk), Heavy full-plated armor, general supplies, and a small kit for minor repairs and maintenance.
History:
Amalgam V, Five’s original name, was built by the Dwarves during the Malthemoor Kingdom’s invasion of Avalia. Though being a part of a limited production of a series of super-heavy Warforged platforms, Amalgam V was initially mindless like the rest of his mechanical kin. At some point, Celestone was incorporated into his framework, imbuing him with newfound sentience. The ability to think and adapt to his environment vastly improved Amalgam V’s killing capacity. Indeed, he and the rest of his line were one of the more effective Warforged legions set loose upon the Dark Elf armies and were responsible and causing the invaders to suffer many casualties during those battles.
Yet this was still not enough, and the Dark Elves conquered the Dwarves, effectively removing them and their creations from the war which was soon nearing its end. Despite having the intelligence to that of any other person, Amalgam V was still shackled by an enhancement that made him and the rest of his kin obedient to their Dwarven masters. At the time, he did not resent this. It was then that Amalgam V’s line was instructed to be disposed of; an order that no doubt came from an angered Dark Elf general who witnessed the Warforged’ violence set against them. Amalgam V was rendered inactive and was sent to a facility to be destroyed…
…that was the plan anyway until Amalgam V reawakened and found himself in a crater within the wastelands South of Dugmaghord. The Warforged had scanned his surroundings but could find anything familiar. No Dark Elves, no Dwarves, no other Warforged. And somehow, the obedience enhancement was removed. Amalgam V was free, so to speak, but with no given purpose or directive. With little direction to go by, Amalgam V wandered the wastes for years before managing to trek and fight his way North. By this time, he had ended up calling himself Five, at least that is what the citizens of Illuminata and Roshmi City refer to him. Five now makes money as a bounty hunter in order to survive and keep himself maintained.
His end goal however is to make his way back to Iron Hold to find out why or how he wound up so far away.
Yet this was still not enough, and the Dark Elves conquered the Dwarves, effectively removing them and their creations from the war which was soon nearing its end. Despite having the intelligence to that of any other person, Amalgam V was still shackled by an enhancement that made him and the rest of his kin obedient to their Dwarven masters. At the time, he did not resent this. It was then that Amalgam V’s line was instructed to be disposed of; an order that no doubt came from an angered Dark Elf general who witnessed the Warforged’ violence set against them. Amalgam V was rendered inactive and was sent to a facility to be destroyed…
…that was the plan anyway until Amalgam V reawakened and found himself in a crater within the wastelands South of Dugmaghord. The Warforged had scanned his surroundings but could find anything familiar. No Dark Elves, no Dwarves, no other Warforged. And somehow, the obedience enhancement was removed. Amalgam V was free, so to speak, but with no given purpose or directive. With little direction to go by, Amalgam V wandered the wastes for years before managing to trek and fight his way North. By this time, he had ended up calling himself Five, at least that is what the citizens of Illuminata and Roshmi City refer to him. Five now makes money as a bounty hunter in order to survive and keep himself maintained.
His end goal however is to make his way back to Iron Hold to find out why or how he wound up so far away.
Combat and Magic Stat Creation:
Fitness Level:
⋆ Active - As active as a combat Warforged can be.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Super Strength - Being built to carry an insanely heavy broadsword that is nearly as big as you does have its advantages. Five is capable of delivering punches and applying crushing force at high PSI levels, easily breaking most bones and bodies. He can even lift objects weighing more than twice his own weight.
⋆ Olympian - As a Warforged, the concept of tiring is irrelevant. It is possible for him to fight forever, that is, if he isn't grounded down first.
⋆ Fortress-like - Five's body was designed to charge and assault ranks of infantry and fortifications and his heavy armor helps him greatly in performing these tasks. He is nearly immune to all forms of conventional weapons and is only harmed by larger-than-normal arms, cannons, or magic.
⋆ 360 No-Scope - Five possesses incredible vision, allowing him to see through objects, see through dark places or at night, and even see things in different spectrums as well. Five can also shift his three eyes all over his head, practically enabling him to see in all directions.
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Undertunned Dragster - Being nearly twice as tall as your average humanoid, Five's stride enables him to sprint and catch up to opponents... in a straight line... eventually. Five is unable to chase foes who are light on their feet and who can effortlessly bob and weave out of harm's way.
⋆ Mechanic Required! - Healing magic is ineffective.
⋆ Sitting Duck - Five has no real way to counter ranged or magical attacks and must close the distance to engage ranged attackers.
⋆ "Back to the Doctor's office..." - Five is very high maintenance, more so than most Warforged, and will need regular repairs if he fights too often.
Weapon Experience:
⋆ Five is accustomed to using giant weapons or standard two-handed weapons in a single hand. Since the day he was manufactured and deployed, these kinds of weapons remained his go-to's for a hundred and five years. His signature giant broadsword can double as a shield if need be.
Hand-to-Hand Combat Experience:
⋆ Even without weapons on-hand, Five is very much a killing machine in close quarters. With powerful arms, sharp claws, and the ability to engage more than one opponent at a time (thanks to his vision), Five swing his arms around and moves them in different directions to attack surrounding foes. There is very little technique involved; only brute efficiency (also for a hundred and five years).
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"Cyrene" Kailani Damaris⋆ 80 ⋆ Female ⋆Demi-Human/Siren
Appearance Height: 5’3 Build: Curvey and Athletic Hair Color: Deep brown with tones of red Hair Length Long, down to her waist. Eye Color: Green Skin Tone: Snow white Distinguishing features: Kailani has a scar over her eye, her body is riddled with various scars from her captive. When she is in her Mermaid form her tail is a deep black color with beautiful designs of the siren that at night glow like under a blacklight. Her scales cover her chest as well creating a natural cover for her breasts. Blending together in a seamless uniform design. |
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Psychology Likes: ⋆ Being in the water, being near water. She loves the ocean. ⋆ Night, watching the stars while basking on a beach ⋆ Truthful people ⋆ Nature ⋆ Confidence ⋆ Learning new things Dislikes: ⋆ The Malthemoor kingdom ⋆ Liars ⋆ Being confined or restrained, physically or mentally ⋆ Slavers Fears: ⋆ Falling in love ⋆ Not meeting her goals ⋆ Being Found / Caught ⋆ Dark elves Habits/Quirks ⋆ She is an expert in outdoor survival ⋆ She is happiest when she is in the woods, creating and building things from scratch. ⋆ Has a weak spot for people who are the underdog or misunderstood ⋆ Enjoys sketching/drawing/writing stories/writing poetry ⋆ She tends to fidget and become reclusive when scared or nervous. Sexuality: Heterosexual |
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Personality:
Cyrene is a lone wolf in many senses. She went into hiding spending the majority of her recent years in solidarity. The years have caused her to be distrustful and reclusive. Keeping to herself, Cyrene is often lost in her own thoughts. She is most herself when in her Siren form swimming in the ocean. She becomes more playful, free-spirited and quick-witted.
 | Background Occupation Lives off the grid, supplies food/pelts and supplies to the North pass Living Immediate Family Members: N/A Dead Immediate Family Members: Tiberious Damaris|| Father - Leader of the Aquarian Rebellion Safiyra Damaris|| Mother - Siren Current Companions: None Current and Past Lover(s): Elrand Stone - Past lover Current Equipment(Any weapons etc): A collar, it's a thick choker with a circle hoop. Has magical properties A handmade bow made from antlers,twine and wrapped with leather straps A bone knife Coin pouch |
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History(2 paragraph minimum):
Kailani’s Family was from the former Aquatic kingdom. Her father, Tiberious, was a Leader of the king's royal guard. It was a prestigious title and only the very best of the Aquatic city’s warriors were chosen.
During the war when the Malthemoor Kingdom attempted to attack, Tiberious led the small group of rebels who didn’t agree with the king's decision to stand down. Wanting to protect his home and family, Tiberious took on the Mathemoor army with a small group. Unfortunately, they were quickly cut down. It was then when Safiyra learned of her husband's death that she found out she was pregnant with their first child.
Kailani was raised for the rest of her young years by her mother but unfortunately, her mother was taken by scavengers when attempting to hide Kailani in a shipwreck during a raid. Many of the sirens over the last 80 years have been snatched for the black market trade and sadly Safiyra was just another. Raising herself on her own, learning to forage/hunt and survey the waters. She spent all her time living in the rough sea that she never thought of calling any other place home. She wanted to live in her father's footsteps, she wanted to become a fierce warrior so she could take revenge on the Malthemoor Kingdom and bring justice back to her home and people. Her mother's disappearance weighed on her mind a lot as well, unsure of if she was dead or alive. She was set on learning the ways of the land people so she could help find and protect her mother from ever being taken again.
Learning more about the people on land, Kailani met a man one evening during her nightly swim. They spent many nights together, he taught her about stories from on land and Kailani fell in love with the Light elf. One night while meeting him in their place, Elrand betrayed her, grabbing her from the water and dragging her ashore where he placed a collar around her neck. The magic properties of the collar made it so she couldn’t use her voice to charm anyone anymore. Keeping her captive for years, Elrand sold her off on many occasions to the highest bidder. Kailani endured years of torture and abuse at the hands of her master, a man she once loved. Everything she had known had been a lie, and each day she lived a constant reminder.
Finally, one night Kailani managed to escape. She took off into the woods, running as far as her human legs would carry her. Finding her way back to the waters, she swam back towards the north pass hiding every chance she got out of fear he would find her. The only downfall to her new freedom was the key to the collar she wore around her neck. It was a magical item that made it so she couldn't use her voice to ensnare him and he was the only one able to remove it. A constant reminder of his ownership over her. That was 10 years ago.
Present-day Kailani hides in the woods, she learned to hunt and learned about survival while attempting to train and failing terribly. Instead, she helped the locals with Pelts, Meat, and other hand-crafted items that she sold or donated. Swearing she would never become a captive again Kailani stayed hidden, planning her next move.
During the war when the Malthemoor Kingdom attempted to attack, Tiberious led the small group of rebels who didn’t agree with the king's decision to stand down. Wanting to protect his home and family, Tiberious took on the Mathemoor army with a small group. Unfortunately, they were quickly cut down. It was then when Safiyra learned of her husband's death that she found out she was pregnant with their first child.
Kailani was raised for the rest of her young years by her mother but unfortunately, her mother was taken by scavengers when attempting to hide Kailani in a shipwreck during a raid. Many of the sirens over the last 80 years have been snatched for the black market trade and sadly Safiyra was just another. Raising herself on her own, learning to forage/hunt and survey the waters. She spent all her time living in the rough sea that she never thought of calling any other place home. She wanted to live in her father's footsteps, she wanted to become a fierce warrior so she could take revenge on the Malthemoor Kingdom and bring justice back to her home and people. Her mother's disappearance weighed on her mind a lot as well, unsure of if she was dead or alive. She was set on learning the ways of the land people so she could help find and protect her mother from ever being taken again.
Learning more about the people on land, Kailani met a man one evening during her nightly swim. They spent many nights together, he taught her about stories from on land and Kailani fell in love with the Light elf. One night while meeting him in their place, Elrand betrayed her, grabbing her from the water and dragging her ashore where he placed a collar around her neck. The magic properties of the collar made it so she couldn’t use her voice to charm anyone anymore. Keeping her captive for years, Elrand sold her off on many occasions to the highest bidder. Kailani endured years of torture and abuse at the hands of her master, a man she once loved. Everything she had known had been a lie, and each day she lived a constant reminder.
Finally, one night Kailani managed to escape. She took off into the woods, running as far as her human legs would carry her. Finding her way back to the waters, she swam back towards the north pass hiding every chance she got out of fear he would find her. The only downfall to her new freedom was the key to the collar she wore around her neck. It was a magical item that made it so she couldn't use her voice to ensnare him and he was the only one able to remove it. A constant reminder of his ownership over her. That was 10 years ago.
Present-day Kailani hides in the woods, she learned to hunt and learned about survival while attempting to train and failing terribly. Instead, she helped the locals with Pelts, Meat, and other hand-crafted items that she sold or donated. Swearing she would never become a captive again Kailani stayed hidden, planning her next move.
Combat and Magic Stat Creation
ALL SPECIES ANSWER:
Fitness Level:
⋆ Very active. She is constantly hunting, cutting wood, building things and more.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Strength. Kailani may not appear so but over the years of log splitting, she is very strong.
⋆ Agile. She has learned to stalk and hunt, being able to hide in plain sight.
⋆ Hand-to-hand combat. Not very good, she certainly could use the practice.
⋆ Melee and ranged weapons. Trained with Ranged weapons and small knives
⋆ Speed. She is very quick and light on her feet.
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ She needs to visit the water every 7 days. She can go extended periods of time without it however if she waits too long it starts to affect her physical abilities.
⋆ Clumsy. Since she was not naturally born with legs, she tends to be rather clumsy.
⋆ Magic. She only has her Siren abilities but knows not much else.
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ 30 years of general training with ranged and melee weapons. 10 years mastering outdoor survival.
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
⋆ 30 years of general hand-to-hand combat
Best Abilities:
Melee and ranged
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Veric Dalamor
Veric Dalamor ⋆ 200 ⋆ Male ⋆ Dark Elf
Appearance
Height:
6'5"
Build:
Shredded and Built
Hair Color:
White
Hair Length
Shoulder length
Eye Color:
Normally a red glow - but in rare cases his "true" eyes are misty-grey
Skin Tone:
Dark and ashy, like most elves
Distinguishing features:
His chest is adorned with slight scarring from his brutal training, and he bears markings on his forehead in honor of his fallen family.
Psychology
Sexuality:
Hetero
Personality:
Treatment towards others
⋆ Behavior towards others is: extroverted or introverted. Talk about how social your character is or isn't.
"I'm wherever there needs to be cutting and killing. All that other shisty partying or social outting business is boring as all fuck to me. That answer ya question?"
⋆ Where on the spectrum of selfish to selfless
"I take what I want, do what I want, and obliterate anything that deviates from that."
⋆ Where on the spectrum of kind to mean.
"I sure as hell hope you don't plan on me being polite just cus you're the interviewer. I'm sure you're bright enough to figure that one out."
⋆ Is your character affectionate? Do they enjoy hugs and being touchy?
"I like my axe touching peoples bodies. But I wouldn't mind a babe around my arm, either I suppose...I'll take both."
⋆ Is it hard to gain your character’s trust?
"Kinda hard to betray the fella who can kill you in 3 seconds flat, so I tend to take things as I see em."
Reaction in Situations
⋆ Easy to anger or does your character usually remain calm? What about irritation?
"What the fuck are you trying to say? Huh?! I ain't got a fucking ANGER PROBLEM! NEXT QUESTION!"
⋆ Patient or impatient. Is your character impulsive?
"Impatient as hell. Get to the point already, and don't make me swing this axe into your mic."
⋆ Brave or Cowardly? Are they brave to the point of recklessness?
"Veric fears nothing."
⋆ Anxiety hold you back? Do you get nervous?
"What did I just fucking say?"
⋆ Reaction speeds to situations.
"Listen if you manage to get the slip up on me, you better wake up and rethink your fantasies, little one."
What's in the Brain. Try not to be smart in every way possible.
⋆ Intelligence level: Are you a cunning mastermind?
Smart people think they're hot shit till they're split in half. Heh."
⋆ Charisma level: How well can you manipulate people? Do you make friends easily? Are you persuasive?
Sure I'm persuasive. You wanna look at me and say no? You wanna roll them dice? Didn't think so."
⋆ Sense of humor or no sense of humor?
"I got a niche sense of comedy. If it involves violence, I'm probably laughin."
⋆ Sanity level of character/do they struggle with any mental illness/disorders?
"My heads just as normal as anybody else's. Anyone who says otherwise is 6 feet under."
Background
Occupation
Current Equipment(Any weapons etc): Leather tunic (Armor of Absorption), Greataxe (Ethereal and Shockwave), Shackles of Iron Bands (Magic Nullification), and backpack with bedroll, tent, rations, cantine, and rope for travel.
Current Location: TBD
Current Companions: General Malaggar - his trainer and adoptive mother
Brief History:
Veric had grown up in the kingdom of Malthemoor, long before the actual annexing of its neighboring kingdom. He witnessed the rise of King Zanithel and found the legend rather empowering. He fully believes that King Zanithel is the rightful king of not only Malthemoor but of all of Avalia. Long has his kind been oppressed or beaten down, especially during the last war where his family had been ruthlessly slaughtered. But he believed they had died for the greater good, and he wished to join them. During his initial training for the Dark Elven military, he proved to be far more brutal and savage than his instructors could handle. They failed to channel his primal rage for his enemies, and the passion for which he fought.
Every swing of his weapon was for his homeland and king alike, and every punch he threw was to bring them closer to complete control and domination of those who had wronged them for so many centuries. Once he had proven to be too much of a headache for his superiors, he had gained the admiring eye of a General Malaggar. She had noticed the pure passion and zeal that her true grandson had lacked, and began to prepare Veric to be a proper soldier of her caliber, perhaps even better than even her. But for now he was nowhere near such a feat. She beat him down and let himself build ever so slowly back up before breaking his body once more.
For decades his body was masterfully trained and crafted for the harshest of Avalia's conditions, and to withstand the worst blows Malaggar could throw at him. He took every single challenge and fought with all his heart, soul, and body. At the end of the 100 years of training, Veric emerged a tank of an elf, with a staggering few soldiers able to go toe to toe with him. He was the closest to surpassing Malaggar in years, better than any before him. But he acknowledged even within his cocky person that he had a long ways to go before meeting her. He did not wish to outright usurp her, but to simply be the best and strongest soldier in all of dark elven history. To do that, he would need to be stronger than anyone and anything. To gain that sort of rep, he would need to take on any challenge the king or the general threw at him, and he will gladly do so until the day he has proven himself as the mightiest of the mighty.
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Eros Amaris ⋆ 76 ⋆ Male ⋆ Monkey Demihuman
Appearance
Height:
5'11
Build:
Athletic, lean muscle tone
Hair Color:
Blonde
Hair Length
Medium-short
Eye Color:
Amber
Skin Tone:
Slightly tanned
Distinguishing features:
The coloration of his eyes can change with his mood and when he is channeling his mana. His hairs become bristled when frightened, shocked, or angered. Opposable toes.
Psychology
Likes:
⋆ All manner of fruit. He enjoys them so much that it's rare to find one he hasn't tried
⋆ The sound of nature.
⋆ Being crafty even when it comes to simple machinations.
⋆ Climbing things "for a better view"
⋆ To get his hands on things he finds peculiar or interesting. Simply looking is never enough
⋆ Combat
⋆ The sound of nature.
⋆ Being crafty even when it comes to simple machinations.
⋆ Climbing things "for a better view"
⋆ To get his hands on things he finds peculiar or interesting. Simply looking is never enough
⋆ Combat
Dislikes:
⋆ Too much order. He hates having too many rules placed upon him
⋆ King Zanithel's Conquest
⋆ Bustling cities
⋆ Singular methods
⋆ The monks of North Pass
⋆ King Zanithel's Conquest
⋆ Bustling cities
⋆ Singular methods
⋆ The monks of North Pass
Fears:
⋆ Taking on his responsibilities with the North Pass monks.
⋆ Not finding a new purpose in life
⋆ Not finding a new purpose in life
Habits/Quirks
⋆ Talks in his sleep
⋆ Almost always cheers when having success
⋆ Uses rhymes to remember certain details
⋆ Almost always cheers when having success
⋆ Uses rhymes to remember certain details
Sexuality:
Hetero
Personality:
⋆ Eros is more so introverted, preferring the company of himself and at most, a small group. He'd rather be amongst critters and animals than crowds of people. However, people have the propensity to grow on him after some time of him getting used to them.
⋆ Eros is quite selfish when it comes to his belongings but is willing to help others if they are in need. They just can't use or take his things. He would rather give someone something of their own, even if it takes more time and effort.
⋆ Eros treats people based on how he perceives them. If he feels or thinks someone is polite and innocent, then he'll treat them nicely. On the other hand, he finds it quite easy to be mean to someone he thinks deserves his ire. He often has prejudice towards certain races that feed into this such as light elves being regal yet snooty and orcs being simple-minded brutes.
⋆ Eros will touch anything he's never touched before as long as he believes it won't do him serious harm. He often gives firm pokes to people to grab their attention rather than calling their name to address them. At the same time he also doesn't mind others touching him but even he has his limits.
⋆ Eros' trust is usually predetermined by his prejudices. If you dress like a rogue, he likely assumes you'll steal from him. If you're a friendly-looking fairy, he likely believes you're a nice non-combative hippie. One must prove his prejudices and stereotypes wrong as an individual to get him to consider thinking otherwise.
⋆ Eros is difficult to anger but once he pops his lid, it's a sight one won't forget since he will throw a full-on tantrum.
⋆ Eros is frighteningly patient, having the ability to wait a problem out if it takes hours or up to an entire day. His stubborn nature plays very well into this.
⋆ He's far from cowardly and will show courage in the face of adversity. This can make him reckless as it can take a bit of convincing for him to identify that he needs to pack up and run.
⋆ He gets nervous for others more than himself. He's aware of his strengths and weaknesses. With others, he can sometimes doubt their capabilities if he hasn't seen them with his own eyes.
⋆ He's quite fast at reacting to situations. Does he always make the right decisions in those moments is a better question.
⋆ Eros is crafty but is not a genius. He feels before he thinks and can be wrong about people's natures. He also doesn't make very thought out plans, with most having vague steps or instructions.
⋆ He isn't one to scheme but he does have the propensity to make others around him feel safer. He builds trust through deeds rather than words.
⋆ Upon first impression, one might assume Eros doesn't have a funny bone in his body, but he loves hearing jokes from others and finds it hard to hold a laugh in. His own jokes however, are quite poor.
⋆ Eros doesn't often share information concerning his time living amongst the monks in North Pass. He seems to hold ill feelings toward them yet he continues to practice some of their teachings daily.
⋆ Eros is quite selfish when it comes to his belongings but is willing to help others if they are in need. They just can't use or take his things. He would rather give someone something of their own, even if it takes more time and effort.
⋆ Eros treats people based on how he perceives them. If he feels or thinks someone is polite and innocent, then he'll treat them nicely. On the other hand, he finds it quite easy to be mean to someone he thinks deserves his ire. He often has prejudice towards certain races that feed into this such as light elves being regal yet snooty and orcs being simple-minded brutes.
⋆ Eros will touch anything he's never touched before as long as he believes it won't do him serious harm. He often gives firm pokes to people to grab their attention rather than calling their name to address them. At the same time he also doesn't mind others touching him but even he has his limits.
⋆ Eros' trust is usually predetermined by his prejudices. If you dress like a rogue, he likely assumes you'll steal from him. If you're a friendly-looking fairy, he likely believes you're a nice non-combative hippie. One must prove his prejudices and stereotypes wrong as an individual to get him to consider thinking otherwise.
⋆ Eros is difficult to anger but once he pops his lid, it's a sight one won't forget since he will throw a full-on tantrum.
⋆ Eros is frighteningly patient, having the ability to wait a problem out if it takes hours or up to an entire day. His stubborn nature plays very well into this.
⋆ He's far from cowardly and will show courage in the face of adversity. This can make him reckless as it can take a bit of convincing for him to identify that he needs to pack up and run.
⋆ He gets nervous for others more than himself. He's aware of his strengths and weaknesses. With others, he can sometimes doubt their capabilities if he hasn't seen them with his own eyes.
⋆ He's quite fast at reacting to situations. Does he always make the right decisions in those moments is a better question.
⋆ Eros is crafty but is not a genius. He feels before he thinks and can be wrong about people's natures. He also doesn't make very thought out plans, with most having vague steps or instructions.
⋆ He isn't one to scheme but he does have the propensity to make others around him feel safer. He builds trust through deeds rather than words.
⋆ Upon first impression, one might assume Eros doesn't have a funny bone in his body, but he loves hearing jokes from others and finds it hard to hold a laugh in. His own jokes however, are quite poor.
⋆ Eros doesn't often share information concerning his time living amongst the monks in North Pass. He seems to hold ill feelings toward them yet he continues to practice some of their teachings daily.
Background
Occupation
Fisherman, Hermit
Living Immediate Family Members:
Nier Amaris (Father)
Reia Amaris (Mother)
Reia Amaris (Mother)
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Yanmar Amaris (Grandfather)
Current Companions:
Beebee the frogfly
Current Equipment: Backpack, fishing net, fishing pole, 3 medium red potions, 3 small blue potions, 1 green potion, fire starting kit, poncho, rope, frogfly named “Beebee,” cooking pot, hygiene pouch, water purifier, wooden spear, hand crafted bow and arrows, knife.
History: Eros was born in the beautiful cold island of North Pass to two agents of Blizzard. Blizzard was the policing force for the island with close ties to the well-respected monks who reside in the mountains overseeing the goings of the island settlement. Eros' parents and grandparents happened to be affiliated with both, understanding the duty of protecting North Pass and ensuring peace remained for its people.
He grew up knowing that one day he would follow in his family's footsteps and like them, be the bridge between the North Pass monks and Blizzard. The young Eros was proud of his heritage and took on the humble teachings of the monks. He had his shortfalls, being quite wild with his temper but was taught the value of patience.
Eros was in his mid twenties when he was told the tale of his late grandfather. His grandfather whom he had been handpicked to provide support to the Roshmi Kingdom when the Malthemoor army made landfall. It was unfortunate that he did not return from the conflict but was revered hero amongst the settlers of North Pass. The revelation meant to imbue pride in the young Eros only filled the young man's heart with despondence. He had many questions for the monks and Blizzard as they seemed to have simply bent the knee to King Zanithel but he was instructed by his father to pursue peace in the face of mercy. He was warned that vengeance poisoned one's spirit. So for many years, he remained bitterly silent but as he grew into maturity, Eros found that his strong opinions occasionally flung from his tongue toward his superiors. He couldn't ignore the fact that Roshmi and its lesser territories had given up so easily. How his father could seemingly forget what his grandfather was sent forth to fight for.
It was during the Riverbloom rebellion when Eros found himself unable to hold his tongue any longer again. Patience had reached its limit. He thought the monks and Blizzard could be doing something to make a difference. That they could rebel themselves or place their support to a group that would. His words fell on deaf ears. His thoughts and ideas viewed as paths toward unnecessary violence. A call to war that no one else desired. Again, Eros' bitterness grew. No longer did he wish to be like those who settled for inaction. If he was to do nothing, then he couldn't see himself holding a title that was meant to foster wisdom and protection of others. It was about a decade ago when he left North Pass, unwilling to face his father and the monks in his decision.
Purchasing a small fishing boat, Eros traveled as far as it would take him, and that happened to be Roshmi of all places. He had initially planned to reside there but found the city unpleasant. There were far too many people and so much of the city reminded him of how the citizens of what was once a kingdom were the first to surrender in the great war. So he decided to place himself in the wilds north of the massive city, where he could live out the next ten years as a foraging hermit. There were no dark elves, no rules, and no contadictuon to his way of living.
Combat and Magic Stat Creation
Fitness Level:
⋆ Very active since he lives in the wilderness while loosely practicing his martial arts.
⋆ Received formal combat training from the North Pass monks and his parents.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Raw strength
⋆ Acrobatics
⋆ Athleticism
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Weak swimmer
⋆ Mana use puts strain to his body
⋆ Requires lots of food.
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Staff - 50 years (but no formal training in the last decade)
⋆ Sword - 45 years (but no formal training in the last decade)
⋆ Bow 65 years of experience
Hand-to-Hand Combat: 50 years of experience. A decade out of practice.
]Magical Abilities:
Species of Demi-Human
Monkey
Abilities from Beast Side:
Keen senses, quick reflexes, flexibility, enhanced physical condition, masterful dexterity, and Mana Channeling
Besides the abilities granted by his demihuman heritage, Eros possesses the uncanny ability to willfully channel mana and draw it out in a raw tangible form. He can use the mana channeling to multiply his combat prowess twofold, infuse mana into his strikes, and even heal minor wounds. His mana reserves are quite low, requiring him to drink a blue potion to jumpstart this ability. After using this ability, Eros experiences fatigue and needs to get adequate rest before he can use it again. He can push himself into using this ability twice in a row but it will result in him losing consciousness altogether. With more training, he may be able to condition himself to the strain, project his mana at a higher output, increase his own mana reserves, and even disrupt the mana flow of others with well-placed strikes.
Eros is currently out of practice with using this ability, only leaning on it as a last result. When using this ability, Ero's fur shimmers and his eyes become silver in color.
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Vasco DeLuca ✠ 23 ✠ Male ✠ Human
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Appearance
Height:
174cm/5’9”
Build:
Fit
Hair Color:
Light Brown
Hair Length
Medium
Eye Color:
Hazel
Skin Tone:
Light
Distinguishing features:
Various scars here and there; partially missing ear
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Psychology
Likes:
✠ Thrill of risk-taking
✠ Teasing others
✠ Music (especially jazz, charleston, swing, and ragtime)
✠ Teasing others
✠ Music (especially jazz, charleston, swing, and ragtime)
Dislikes:
✠ Being bored or still for too long
✠ Asking for help
✠ Strict rules
✠ Asking for help
✠ Strict rules
Fears:
✠ Emotional attachment
✠ Complete silence
✠ Losing his edge
✠ Complete silence
✠ Losing his edge
Habits/Quirks
✠ Speaks with hands a lot
✠ Teases or flirts with almost anyone
✠ Whistles or hums to himself
✠ Teases or flirts with almost anyone
✠ Whistles or hums to himself
Sexuality:
Closeted Bisexual
Personality:
Vasco is always looking out for number one. He ain’t afraid to get his hands dirty if it means coming out on top. The streets made him hard and cynical - keeps most everyone at arm’s length. But man, he sure loves to live it up - Vasco’s always looking for the next thrill or the next good time. Morals? Pshh, please, Vasco plays by his own rules. He flies off the handle quick as a jackrabbit and forgets just as fast. Plenty confident, maybe too much for his own good, but that’s Vasco DeLuca for you.
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Background
Occupation
Mobster Underling
Living Immediate Family Members:
Unknown (Orphan)
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Unknown (Orphan)
Current Companions:
Aurora; Rowan; Barrock
Current and Past Lover(s):
Doesn’t remember all their names
Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
Unless you count the weights tied to him, literally brought nothing to Avalia but himself in his birthday suit.
History:
Let’s talk about Vasco DeLuca, yeah? He never knew his parents – dumped at some church doorstep. Typical sob story, but Vasco didn’t stick around crying about it. Nah, he bolted from that orphanage faster than a cat on a hot tin roof and took to the streets like a fish to water. This was during Prohibition, mind you, when the whole city was a speakeasy in disguise and the streets were as mean as they come. But Vasco, see, he was street-smart. Started with small-time swindles and thievery, to get by. Eventually, he joined up with the local toughs and, boy, did he find his calling. Before he knew it, he was making a name for himself with a pistol in hand and not a lick of fear in his heart.
Then came the big leagues: the mafia. They saw something in him, something useful. Promised him the world, and for a while, he got it. The life was sweet – money, dames, excitement, you name it. Vasco lived it up, thinking he was untouchable. That’s where things got dicey.
Vasco got too big for his britches. Pinched cash and goods right under the boss’s nose, started some side hustles. And like that wasn’t stupid enough, he bedded his boss’s daughter. Both of them. And his lady. Talk about playing with fire!
Of course, it all caught up with him. The family couldn’t let all that slide; made an example out of him. Stripped, weighed down, and given a one-way ticket to Davy Jones’ locker. Vasco DeLuca, the cautionary tale of what happens when you fly too high, too fast.
Now, there’s no denying that all that was true. Vasco got a big head, was dallying with the boss’s daughters and the missus, and yeah, he skimmed a pretty penny off the top. But the story left out bits. Like his romp with the boss’s nephew. Or how he found out he was going to be a daddy. Or that Vasco had Ménière’s disease; one ear was already kaput, and the other wasn’t far behind. The dizziness and headaches were getting worse and more frequent.
The writing was on the wall; his days of being the cat’s pajamas were numbered. Vasco had been angling for an exit, pocketing whatever he could on his way out. Just never imagined his exit would be as fish food.
Then came the big leagues: the mafia. They saw something in him, something useful. Promised him the world, and for a while, he got it. The life was sweet – money, dames, excitement, you name it. Vasco lived it up, thinking he was untouchable. That’s where things got dicey.
Vasco got too big for his britches. Pinched cash and goods right under the boss’s nose, started some side hustles. And like that wasn’t stupid enough, he bedded his boss’s daughter. Both of them. And his lady. Talk about playing with fire!
Of course, it all caught up with him. The family couldn’t let all that slide; made an example out of him. Stripped, weighed down, and given a one-way ticket to Davy Jones’ locker. Vasco DeLuca, the cautionary tale of what happens when you fly too high, too fast.
Now, there’s no denying that all that was true. Vasco got a big head, was dallying with the boss’s daughters and the missus, and yeah, he skimmed a pretty penny off the top. But the story left out bits. Like his romp with the boss’s nephew. Or how he found out he was going to be a daddy. Or that Vasco had Ménière’s disease; one ear was already kaput, and the other wasn’t far behind. The dizziness and headaches were getting worse and more frequent.
The writing was on the wall; his days of being the cat’s pajamas were numbered. Vasco had been angling for an exit, pocketing whatever he could on his way out. Just never imagined his exit would be as fish food.
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Combat and Magic Stat Creation
Fitness Level:
✠ Athletic (trained often if not daily)
Physical Strengths:
✠ Eagle eye
✠ Quick reflexes
✠ High pain tolerance
✠ Quick reflexes
✠ High pain tolerance
Physical Weaknesses:
✠ Alcohol & Drug Addict
✠ Ménière's Disease:
✠ Ménière's Disease:
✠ Completely deaf in one ear
✠ Unpredictable episodes of vertigo and hearing problems
✠ Increasingly frequent headaches and tinnitus
✠ Unpredictable episodes of vertigo and hearing problems
✠ Increasingly frequent headaches and tinnitus
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
✠ Knives for 13 years
✠ Knuckle dusters for 7 years
✠ Firearms for around 10 years
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
✠ Street fighting for 13 years
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Magical Abilities:
Ability on Avalia:
Hydrokinesis
3x Like
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