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The history isn't the greatest, but here is my character sheet. If the history needs improving just let me know.

Name: Arthur Collingwood

Age: 542

Race: Wraith

Gender: Male

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Personality: Arthur was a cold and calculating man, who would weigh the odds and try and predict the outcome of his probable course of action before actually going through with it. In death, Arthur’s personality has not changed much at all; he is still just as cold and calculating as ever. In death, though, Arthur is more brooding than he was in life. This is because of the circumstances of his death, so he is more vengeful as well. He kept these traits hidden in life, though, and presented himself as a friendly face and a productive member of society. In death, there was no need for this, until he came to Voldoa, so he has slipped into his old ways.

History: Arthur was born to a merchant and a housewife in 1303. He had a little sister in life, who he was extremely protective over while growing up. It was her death that drove him to seek the dark arts at the age of twenty. He used the guise of his father’s merchant company to travel around Europe to seek ancient secrets about the dark arts in an attempt to seek vengeance for his sister’s death; she had been lured in by a young noble, who then raped and murdered her. The noble was, of course, not even a suspect in her death, which was forgotten about as if she ever existed. In his travels, Arthur discovered much and gained power over the dark arts. He returned to his home after ten years of traveling and practicing his magics to seek vengeance upon the man who killed his sister. Being the calculating man he was, Arthur took his vengeance slow, killing the noble’s wife and children first through disease, and then haunting him with their ghosts until he was driven to kill himself from the grief. Arthur was driven mad by his quest for vengeance though and was left empty once the noble was dead, so he began using his dark arts on the townspeople subtly, driving a few mad here and there, torturing others, and even founding a cult after a while. When the Black Death struck Europe, Arthur kept himself from being infected through his magical arts, but he slipped up by doing this. The townspeople noticed he was the only one not even remotely infected or even afraid of the disease and turned on him, accusing him of causing the disease on the town, hearing from some of his less faithful cult members that he practice the dark arts. They captured him, burned his home, tortured him, stoned him, and finally burned him. He died in a rage of flames at the age of forty-six. His spirit lingered though, tainted by the dark arts he practice in life, turning him into a Wraith. In death, he haunted the townspeople that burned him and cursed his name, still being able to wield his dark arts. His hatred allowed him to remember who he was. He continued haunting areas in Europe, usually small villages, using his dark magic to bring back his targets’ dead loved ones back to life in the form of phantoms to drive them mad with grief. He has a few times caused terror in villages by actually raising their dead from their graves as fleshy zombies and dusty decrepit skeleton. He was hunted just like the rest of the monsters and was pushed to the edges of the map until the Engineers came and offered them sanctuary. Arthur was suspicious at first, but joined the community in the end to live alongside the other monsters. Occasionally he slips away from the town to cause terror in human cities.

Other: Arthur's magical abilities include: Summoning phantoms of one's dead loved ones, raising the dead, sapping life energy from the living (in small amounts), bringing disease, invading people's minds.
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I like it, Ink. Although, can I ask if there was anything you wanted to put in the "Other" section before I list it up?

If not, you can go ahead and post.
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Thank you, Max. Should I put a list of his magic powers in the other section? Other than that, I can't think of anything else to put there.
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Thank you, Max. Should I put a list of his magic powers in the other section? Other than that, I can't think of anything else to put there.


If that's what you'd like, go for it. It is the miscellaneous section, after all.
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Alright. I modified it.
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Perfect. I'll put it up now and you can post whenever you want to.
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Name: Lunatae

Age: Undetermined, prolific in the Hellenistic Era

Race: Maenad; Bacchae

Gender: Female


Personality:
She was something of an enigma, a being that literally emitted frenzy possessed an outlook almost wholly lackadaisical. Perhaps this was owed in part that to simply survive herself was challenge enough. Most things were trivial, some humorous and very few worthy of focused attention. A first impression was hard to reconcile with what most ‘expected’. She had survived the fall of empires and even races. She had watched as the first man gained control over elements and animals, but never over himself. She was a bubbly flighty thing, speaking in exaggerated hand gestures of long dead philosophies and then you would catch her blazing with a drunken fury as she ripped into the flesh of an infant. She would giggle and gossip, batting lashes over brilliant angelically demonic eyes, playing the role of extended youth throwing lavish parties of heightened ecstasy and then the façade would crumble and the vicious untrusting minx would whisper ancient magic directly assaulting what sanity one who keeps the company of such a creature might have. She is not overly intelligent, despite her age, and has a tendency towards trivial grudges that last centuries.


History:
Her beginning clawed into the minds of the earliest humans, breeding the race of maenads as their souls hummed for a means of release from the confines placed by their God. She doesn’t remember her own birth, no more than she remembers the waves of time that have passed over her clouded in an orgy of desecration. Her peak was in the time of the Greeks and Romans; a time in which her God was worshipped amongst the humans and revered in the gluttony of upper class. The maenads were strong then, living in the woods together yet venturing into the cities without fear. They hunted the bulls in the woods, taking them down together. They laid in exhaustion amongst fine pillows, dreaming together. They played music and screamed and howled at the moon, dancing naked together.

The memories of this time still roll over her with a delightful nausea of something truly and utterly lost. Once the humans began to band together against the monsters they ran and it seems as if one day she turned to look about her as she ran and she was alone. They had no way to hide. They were helpless in concealing their abilities. Even when she focused all of her attention on stifling; reaching the point of hysterical sobbing and retracted all love she had for her God, it still trickled from her as inherent to her being as the soft smell of honey. For short bursts of time she would play her part of normality. She hid herself for a year in a rotting yet boisterous whore house in the heart of London. She was tired. Tired of running. Tired of herself. The only happiness she had was the influence she subtly placed upon the house, but this couldn’t last.

The first warning sign came with a shrill scream early in the morning. One of the whores had mistaken her client for a raging bull and she was hysterical. Her naked lithe form twitched in a corner, dripping blood from her pale skin and a dull bed post that she refused to release as she ranted and raved about his intentions to spear her with a horn. The man appeared ordinary to everyone else; save the large gaping hole in his chest where the bed post had been securely lodged. Some even chuckled and shared jokes that incorporated the “spearing” and the “horn” varying in who was giving it to who. The poor disillusioned girl was carted off to an insane asylum while the mistress of the house did everything she could to contain the story and rumors that were sure to affect their business. Then one night the house became a cacophony of sounds that, to this day, are simply described as indescribably wicked. The scene that unfolded before anyone unfortunate enough to bear witness was an elaborate web of debauchery and defilement; limbs scattered about in perverse and precarious situations, simply remnants in comparison to the disjointed forms of their origin. Wine puddles blended seamlessly with the puddles of blood and other excretions; staining a myriad of pillow feathers, glass, flayed flesh, wood and ceramics – anything that was unlucky enough to have been present had ceased to exist outside of this new Frankenstein testimonial to indulgence.

And this is where they found her, those men in fleshy robes. How they knew to come looking is irrelevant now, but they beat the police and the hunters, finding the exhausted minx perched amongst the not yet decaying filth. Had it not been for her lazy arm movements moving cigarette from lips to side, barely dodging the refuse, they would have missed her. She lounged amongst the scene like a bored monarch and only barely raised a brow as they spoke to her. Once they finished she stood, naked and covered in all means of fluids and material, so much so that none of them could have described her skin tone or hair color without referencing the violent cerise tint. She followed them, her demeanor still the bored monarch and as the stepped outside the fire that would consume the place had already begun from that lingering cigarette.


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Her abilities incite a frenzy in those around her. Inebriation, sex, rage and all forms of revelry reach a height beyond gluttony. It is often that the mood will overtake the maenad as well and her appetites will turn to flesh; be it rabbit, deer, werewolf or human child (and everything in between). The influences of her abilities differ depending on a multitude of factors; date proximity to the festival of their God, race, age, mood, predisposition/mental strength, ect.
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Amazing, Noxious. I'll put it up. Post when you're ready.
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Amazing, Noxious. I'll put it up. Post when you're ready.


*bows* thank you, thank you. I'm pretty pleased with her myself. I totally named her Crescent in latin. It makes me giggle.
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Just putting this up because I feel like it. Working on a drawing of Thomas to put in his profile. Here's the WIP if you guys would like to see what I've got so far.

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Just putting this up because I feel like it. Working on a drawing of Thomas to put in his profile. Here's the WIP if you guys would like to see what I've got so far.


That looks awesome. You should look into the art groups on RPG.
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That looks awesome. You should look into the art groups on RPG.


I think maybe once I put a few related to this RP up, I'll make a thread in that section. So far all I've got is general stuff in my introduction thread.
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I'll probably post something tomorrow...pretty tired right now.
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Name: Naetheriana, daughter of Lilith

Age: Ancient. Old enough to have forgotten, at any rate.

Race: Succubus, Lilim

Gender: Female.

Appearance: In her natural, unaltered form: Her diminutive stature of five feet is compensated by the great, ebon horns that protrude from her forehead and curl backwards like those of a ram. Her skin is scarlet, a faded red that covers her entire body without change in hue or shade. Her eyes are a deep, swirling and unnatural green - reminiscent of corruption and pestilence rather than the verdant or natural, while her pupils are slitted like those of a snake. Long, shapely human-like legs end in clawed hooves that scrape unnaturally against the ground as she walks. Two great, leathery, batlike wings protrude from her back and dominate her appearance, their span some ten feet when unfurled and formidable to behold. She carries a carved staff that swirls with green energy, and her clothing is scant but highly decorative, studded with glowing red jewels that throb unnaturally and wilted black lace.

She also possesses the ability to shapeshift into the most beautiful woman a man could desire based on his own preferences, regardless of age, weight or race. Generally, she crosses Voldoa in the guise of a beautiful, slight blonde woman with soft brown eyes and robed in an uninspiring brown dress so as to avoid attention during the daylight hours, even from other monsters.

Personality: Naetheriana is an old idea, and an old creature. Her origin as a true demon paint her as entirely evil, and thus her personality has developed - self serving to a fault, and unable properly to feel empathy for those around her. However, the one quality she does possess bountifully is loyalty, and the fact that she scantly has contact with her masters and other demons means that she has the most loyalty specifically for the faction of the monsters themselves. She sees Voldoa as a human attempt to finally place their trust in those bestowed with great gifts such as her, and with that the Engineers have earned her unwavering respect and potential loyalty.

Her personality is vain and narcissistic, and her craving for material wealth is constant and unyielding. She often styles herself the Whore of Babylon, and delights in those that fear her and are attracted to her - especially to those of whom both are true simultaneously. Her position as a highly sexualised creature also heighten this need for constant attention and reassurance of her beauty, which is undeniable in the face of her ability to shapeshift continuously into ever more attractive forms. Sarcasm and wit dominate her speech when she is not seeking power, and remarkably she is generally easy going and genial in her approach of others. Thousands of years of seduction have rendered her particularly charming when it comes to those who are attracted to pretty women, and her presence in the most important human Royal and Imperial courts of old have taught her much in the way of historical knowledge, etiquette and courtesy. She carries her manners with her with pride in this regard.

History: From Babylon to Versailles to Washington, many of history's most distinguished socialites and courtesans have been the guises of Naetheriana the demon. Long ago severed from her connection with her mother Lilith by the early technologies of humans, Naetheriana has blended seamlessly into the courts of men for millennia, seducing her way through kings and emperors alike the world over. She has gained prestige in this manner, and her love of great wealth has shaped the way that she has influenced the men who do her bidding. It is no exaggeration to say that, over the many millennia of her existence, the succubus has caused more than a few wars and thousands of deaths by the sheer influence of her (un)earthly charms on the men around her. From Bathsheba's temptation of King David to the follies of the Marquise de Pompadour in Louis XV's Palace of Versailles, Naetheriana has manoeuvred her way seamlessly through the machinations of men and their politics.

However, the rise of industry brought about her downfall. Industrialisation was unnatural in a way that even the demoness could not comprehend - it was alien to her in a way that only those things that considered themselves good and divine had been before, and in its face her wily charms and feminine temptations were powerless. As men developed guns and formulated ways to detect the demons in their midst, Naetheriana found herself ever more confined to the back alleys as a low life temptress - a sorry state of affairs for one who, at various points, had been declared Goddess, Empress and Queen by peoples the world over. She jumped at the chance for escape from The Engineers, away from the world which had turned its back on her great power and rendered the proud demoness humiliated.
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Oh my goodness, there are soooo many options to choose from! This may take a while as I'm an indecisive person, lol!
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Duc, yours looks great. I'll put it up now unless you wanted to add something to the Other section.

Aria, take as long as you need to.
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So these creatures.... Do we choose from those are are seen as "bad" or can it be any mythological being?
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So these creatures.... Do we choose from those are are seen as "bad" or can it be any mythological being?


Anything at all. Can be bad or, by definition, good. You know how it is with collective pre-modern age human fear, driving away anything they don't understand.

Any remember, you can always make more.
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In my post I am going to introduce a couple of characters. I kind of have a love affair with character creation that makes my writing jealous. I don't mind if other people use them. I might make minor character sheets for them if I get bored or if they start to become a bigger part, but here is just a quick run-down so that you know. If someone joins and wants to play a similar character, or even one of the characters, talk to me. I can change stuff or hand it over. :)

*Race: Ghillie Dhu, Tree Spirit (of sorts) / Origin: Scottish/ Name: Beith
*Race: Nāgī, Serpent/ Origin: Ancient India/ Name: Ksveda
*Race: Loa, Keeper of the Crossroads/ Origin: Haitian Voodou/ Name: Kalfu

Not sure how everyone’s vodou lingo is but a mount is what a person is referred to when possessed by a Loa. “He was mounted by Kalfu and all night he drank whiskey laced with gunpowder.”
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Noxious said “He was mounted by Kalfu and all night he drank whiskey laced with gunpowder.”


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