Mirrored Fate: Character Bin

[Lilacs]

The only characters that should be posted here are the ones that have been accepted!



Interest Check | OOC/IC

GM: Mizuho
Co-GM: TaroAndSelia

Accepted Characters

Celosia Alesea - Mizuho
Zico al'Soma - tatszico
Tyrell Varn - TaroAndSelia
Nathimys Bayias - Nem
Joscelin Voclain - Solita
Freya Yates - OtomostheCrazy
Jythrel Arbrick - Demensia
Leon Thorne - Diggerton
Mayaquen - jerkchicken
Jitters - Pyro V
Ava Zayan - lVlasterJay
Azelius Dural - Laughing Matter
Beatrice Fendbane - The Pluto Knight
Atalee Vayshalum - Ampharos
Anneka Lavelle - confidence

Mirrored Fate History

Legends speak of two worlds, two different planets coexisting side-by-side.

The planet of Vexeria was gifted in the art of magic, many of it's inhabitants had the powerful ability to cast elemental spells, healing powers, or summoning a formidable ally.
The planet of Zenith on the other hand, boasted talent in combat and weaponry. Zenithians are born with high endurance and strength, making them prime candidates for warriors.

Once every century, for a span of one month, a path between the two planets were formed, allowing access to one another. Every one hundred years, the planets would line up, and the Tower of Geld, rising from Zenith reached the lands of Vexeria. Although Vexerians and Zenithians led completely different lifestyles, it seems that they were friendly with each other, exchanging information and skill in their time of limited interaction.

According to legend, one day, a powerful Vexerian unleashed his wrath upon his home planet, crazed with the desire to control it. The Vexerians fought back with their own magic, but they weren't able to reach the crazed mastermind due to the ferocity of the enhanced monsters that now roamed the lands. the evil mastermind was cunning. Knowing the magical aptitude of his people, he created new breeds of monsters that were immune to magical attacks.

Many Vexerians were slaughtered, and for a brief amount of time, it seemed as if the inhabitants of Vexeria would be wiped out. However, in a stroke of luck, that year happened to be the 100th year when the two planets connected, allowing the Vexerians to enlist aid from their Zenithian allies. In the short span of one month, the allies managed to keep the beasts at bay, and a group of three Zenithians and three Vexerians sealed the mastermind of the attack away in Vexeria. The six later became known as the Six Sages.

Although the mastermind was gone, Vexeria remained hostile. The enhanced monsters still remained, and they continued plaguing the land with their deadly attacks. The monsters multiplied, and eventually, they became too much for even the combined power of magical and physical attacks. The monsters have evolved, rendering many attacks against them futile. The Vexerians and the Zenithians were once again in danger.

In order to avoid annihilation, Zenithians welcomed their Vexerian friends to the planet of Zenith with open arms. The Vexerians immigrated to Zenith, leaving the once mighty planet of Vexeria in ruins. The Tower of Geld was sealed off as well, once against by the combined powers of the Six Sages. In order to completely avoid the powerful monsters, none of the Vexerians could return home.The path to Vexeria has been permanently closed off, and eventually forgotten.

Thousands of years have passed since the Vexerians have moved to Zenith. The people barely remember the history of immigration, let alone the existence of another planet. All that remains are the whispers of a legend, echoes of a myth, and the shadow of the truth.

The word Vexeria, the race of Vexerians forgotten, the occasional trace of the name have been diluted by generations, the acknowledgement of the Vexerians have faded. However, they still remain in the shape of their descendents. Mages and warriors mingle as if they were never divided. Why would they? The tales of another planet seems to be just a myth. The Vexerians faded into Zenithians, magic becoming a daily part of their life.

For thousands of years the Zenithians lived in harmony. Everyday, there were skirmishes with monsters, but it was manageable. Every day, many weapons were forged, many warriors trained, many mages studied.

Among the remnants of an ancient tale, a new one is about to emerge.

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Name
Celosia Alesea



Age
19

Appearance
”Beauty is fleeting”

Perhaps Celosia would be considered beautiful by many people who have the chance to lay eyes upon her, not that she takes notice. Her raven hair falls to her waist, and she’s most often seen with her hair flowing down freely, not particularly making effort at all. However, during battles she occasionally ties up her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her way. Celosia has wide brown eyes, often reflecting her emotions clearly. Although her eyes are usually filled with warmth and acceptance, there is an underlying sorrow within them if one looks hard enough. Slender and short, Celosia appears to be rather frail. That assumption is a valid one, due to her pale skin tone and the lack of scars that accompany most travelers.

She’s usually seen donning a traditional traveler’s clothing for females, consisting of a tunic with a loose corset spanning her midsection. She has a pair of fingerless gloves that she pulls on sometimes in preparation for a fight. There is a pair of knee-high brown boots on her feet.

Styles and Levels
”Power is subjective”
Healing Magic lvl 5 | Combat Magic lvl 5 | Summoning lvl 2

Current Abilities
Level 1 Healing Magic

Serenade
By singing a sweet melody, Celosia can heal minor injuries such as burns, scrapes, cuts. Capable of making worse wounds a little bit better. This also has a soothing effect.

Valor
Increases a person’s physical strength for a short period of time.

Purify
Capable of acting as an antidotes to poisons, or to heal an infection of sorts. Also effective against “curses”, supposedly.

Barrier
Protects a person from physical attacks and lessens potential physical injuries. (If protected by Barrier, if an enemy slashes at you the damage wouldn’t be a deep gash, it would perhaps be a smaller cut)

Swift
Boosts someone’s agility and speed for a short period of time. While under the effects of swift, a person is also capable of jumping higher as well.

Weapons
”Wielding and using are two different things”

To make up for her lack of physical fighting styles, Celosia has made it her goal to familiarize herself with various weapons. While she is proficient in many different weapons, she lacks the strength to pack a punch, but her technique relies on swift, lighter attacks.

Sword, Bows and Arrows, Daggers, Metal Fans, Rods, Staves



Personality
”The iceberg is more massive than you think”

There’s always that one person who has the ability to light up the room. That person is Celosia. She has a bright, shining aura that alerts people to her presence, and she is rarely seen without a smile on her face. Her energetic nature is often contagious to the people around her, and she has that special something that draws people to her. It’s not difficult for people to become close to her, and they won’t be disappointed. Loyal to a fault, Celosia holds the people important to her close to her heart, and refuses to let go.

Although Celosia is very easy-going, she is also very stubborn and headstrong. Her will is unbreakable, and she has been known to charge ahead, despite opposing opinions to do what she believes is right. She means the best, but at times this trait has proven to be more destructive than constructive. Emotions tend to get the best of her, and in her haste she can become reckless, and exposes herself and others to harm. Her sense of justice is very strong, and wrongdoing is something she won’t overlook, but that doesn’t mean she’s powerful enough to actually do something. When she takes a bigger bite than she can chew, Celosia has trouble dealing with it. Celosia isn't necessarily the strongest person ever, especially when she can't count on her magic to save her. This gets her into trouble obviously, and even though she hates not being able to save herself, it's more often then not that she needs a person to bail her out. When she was younger, her brother was always there for her. Now that she's alone and traveling, who does she have?

Her optimistic view of the world has cooled down a little, giving herself a more of a realistic aspect due to her past trauma. The world was not as beautiful as she once believed, and that has affected her in more ways than one. She's able to see the ugly side of the world now. However, she doesn’t let that stop her and carries herself as she normally would, with kindness and compassion. Those are two things she never wants to let go of. However, if one is willing to look beyond her benevolent outer shell, they will observe a deep sorrow and a flickering flame of burning determination.

History
”Keep looking forward, don’t look back.”

Celosia Alesea was born in the small village of Lurais, lovingly brought up by her father and brother. Her mother died in childbirth, but Celosia never really missed her that much, finding ample comfort in her remaining family members. Her brother, Alistair was gifted in the art of combat, while Celosia was more frail, weaker and not as striking. She idolised her older brother, always in his vicinity. Alistair was her protector, her guardian. Her father was also a more combat-oriented person, lacking the magical aptitude that his children shared. Celosia was the Mage in the family, and the men in her life helped her to grow in the physical aspects of fighing to better protect herself. Surrounded by friends and family, Celosia's childhood was a merry one.

Until one day... A stranger crept in to the village, attacking the small band of people. As the village's protector, Alistair stepped forward to take on the attacker. It seemed that the attacker's target was Alistair himself, so their father stepped forward to protect Alistair. Unfortunately, the two were slain, leaving Celosia alone. It seemed that Lurais was doomed, but strangely the attacker left as soon as Alistair's blood stained the ground. At the time, Celosia was no match for the stranger, and she vowed to get revenge.

Three years have past since then, and Celosia is a traveller, wandering from village to town, kingdom to kingdom, all the while gathering information about the stranger and progressively getting stronger. Though she has nothing to go on but the attacker's name, she refuses to give up, still seething at the mere thought of him: Dhoulen

Miscellaneous
Celosia is a descendent to one of the Zenithian Six Sages, but doesn't know it

Her last name is pronounced as "Al-eh-SAY-uh"

She's secretly a romantic at heart who wants to be protected.

She's terrified of bugs.

Relationship Sheet

Sin:"It's almost impressive how much he's detached from himself, everyone, and everything. He's very ruthless and I'm worried about him. Nobody gets far without emotional bonds."

Zico: "He's very charming, and I admit, it's rather attractive. I guess I should be wary of that, but I don't think it matters though, I don't have anything worth stealing."

Tyrell: "Tyrell is adorable, but don't tell him I said that! He's an energetic kid, he has a bit of a temper though. I love teasing him."

Nathymis: "I do not want to be on this guy's bad side. Have you seen him in battle? You can almost see the bloodlust as an aura around him. But once he calms down, he becomes completely different. I find that a lot more terrifying, actually."

Joscelin: "She's the sweetest, and we see eye-to-eye on many things. She's optimistic as well, which is great when everyone is all down in the dumps."

Freya: "She has many interesting tales to tell, I'm sure. After all, she carries around many things with her. It's kinda weird that she'll take things from a body... But I suppose that I would too, if I ever had a need to."

Jythrel: "I find is hard to believe that he's in his 50s. He seems much, much younger. I mean it as a compliment of course, I just hope he won't take that as me being interested in him or something. Once, I thought I saw him put an arm in that bag of his.... One, ew. Two, how in the world does it fit?!"

Leon: "Leon is so nice, but he's so sad inside. He's always the first person to help someone, so I hope that I can help him in a way."

Mayaquen: "I don't know much about him, he doesn't offer a lot about himself. I do know that he's very dedicated to working towards his goal."

Jitters: "Jitters is... Interesting to say the least. He seems terrifying, but I don't think he's entirely evil. He doesn't attack innocent people or anything. I wonder what his story is..."

[Pyro V]

Name

Jitters

Age

Three-Hundred-and-Seventy-Six

Appearance

The mighty undead stands at the ridiculous height of six-foot-seven-inches, its ancient bones thick and powerful. Its bones are completely bare, the flesh long since rotted away, leaving a yellow-brown skeleton in its wake. Its body is clad in thick, dull steel armor, covering all but his skull. Over the armor are several furs and hides, the most notable being the skinned hide of a bear latched onto him like a cloak. Despite its age, the skull seems to be in good condition, the only oddity on it being the yellow-brown color. Even the teeth seem to be in perfect shape. A slight, light blue glow emanates from its eye sockets. Often, a half mask will be pulled over the lower half of its skull, while a horned helmet will cover the rest of its head.

Style/Levels

Axe Mastery
Etra - Decay - Jitters powers its axe with the strength of death, causing an aura of rot to form around it. The blade, while it may not penetrate its enemies' armor, it will cause it rust or rot away over a period of time. (Aura surrounds both blades, and lasts until a hit connects with an object. Only good for one hit, cannot be used in quick succession.)

Etra - Frozen Heart - The blades of the axe are covered in the cold touch of death, causing them to freeze over. The blade will be blunted, but the range will increase, along with adding a slowing effect to anything it hits. (Blade length increased by a minor increment, blunt effect. Lasts for three connecting strikes.)

Etra - Hunger - The blade of the axe is imbued with the hunger of the dead, and will sap the life from an enemy, healing any cracked or broken bones Jitters may have sustained. (Can only work if the enemy is unarmored or in leathers. Lasts for a single hit.)

Etra - Bloody Blade - The blade of the axe rips and tears at the enemy's flesh, causing them to bleed profusely. (The enemy will bleed out if the wound is not treated quickly. Effect on blade lasts until contact has been made. Only works on unarmored or lightly armored enemies.)

Etra - Crumble - Jitters raises its axe high and arcs it down, intending to crumple its enemy's defense or to shatter their bones. (Instant effect, can be dodged. Most effective on heavily armored targets.)

Weapons

Daisycutter - A large battleaxe, the shaft made of a thick iron, with a length of four feet. It has two blades, one on each side, made of a similar metal to the shaft. They extend eight inches from the shaft, while their length is a total of one foot, extending four inches below the top of the shaft and eight inches above. The lower half of the shaft is covered in a thick, brown leather grip. It looks no more special than the average battleaxe.

Personality

The skeleton is not the most talkative. Really, it rarely talks; the few times a noise does escape it, it's a savage shout or a gurgling laugh. As such, there hasn't really been room for it to develop a personality beyond that of terrorizing the occasional caravan for its own amusement. This does not mean it is cruel or sadistic - the only time it kills is when it is attacked first - or when it sees others in danger. It has been noticed to have a sort of soft spot for women, and has gone out of its way to make sure they do not come to harm... even if it does cause it to throw itself into harm's way, and anger more than a few villages.

History

The undead terror known as Jitters has been spoken of in hushed tones for nearly a century now. The creature has been raiding caravans, destroying goods, and leaving the owners in a wrecked, terrified state for a long time, though has never been caught due to its nomadic nature. However, amongst its destructive deeds, it has been noted to have raided bandit camps.

The most recent endeavor heard of Jitters was two decades ago, in the remote village of Tareth. It was far away from most civilization, and as such had only a small populace, and no guard. It sustained itself on farming for substance, rather than profit. Unfortunately, this made it a prime candidate for bandits. A particularly violent clan of raiders took to "protecting" the village, the horde coming by every few days to collect the food as tribute to their leader, while leaving a small "guard" behind before running back into the forest.

One fateful day, Jitters entered the town. The bandits, they did not take kindly to strangers. When told to pay a toll to enter the village, the undead, rather than pay, cleaved their skulls open. The nearby villagers scattered into their homes as the creature strolled into the middle of town, blood dripping from its blade. When it entered, it may a beeline for the tavern. The door was kicked clean off of its hinges, and its boots stamped heavily against the floorboards. Its head turned around, scanning over the stunned occupants, until it rested on a pair of men that seemed to be trying to have their way with a woman. It may its way towards them, long, slow steps carrying it all the way. Once it arrived, it raised the axe high and cleaved the table they were sitting behind in half. causing the woman to shriek and the men to flee, running and shouting for their dead comrades.

It stayed in the village for several days, guarding the woman, hardly leaving her side. She, nor the other villagers, appreciated the effort, but did not try to stop it. Days passed, and the bandits returned, angry as ever. The villagers were quick to point the blame at the woman and her "savior". The five that were sent moved to attack them, but their wooden clubs and dull swords bounced off of the creature. With prejudice, they were dispatched, their blood repainting the walls of the woman's home. A week passed without incident. And then, seemingly from the blue, the rest of the bandits charged into the village, screaming for blood, waving torches and crude weapons around. Their leader was at the head, riding a snarling hog, throwing torches onto the roofs of houses.

Jitters did not take kindly to the insult. It charged through their ranks, ignoring the grunts, and imbedded its axe right into the skull of the hog. The leader roared his anger and leapt off, intending to land on the skeleton. His efforts rewarded with being caught and thrown to the ground, where a thick metal boot met his skull, splattering blood and bone across the the ground. The bandits scattered without their leader, but the damage was done. By nightfall, the village had been burnt to the ground, the inhabitants either dead or run off. The creature knelt in the ashes for days, staring down at the remains of the woman.

After that, it disappeared for years, only to reappear on the side of the road, where it joined the party.

Why are you on this journey?

To protect the girl, in recompense for the women he could not save.

Miscellaneous

A thick, golden ring is on his left hand, the name "Daisy" intricately carved on it.

Relationships

Celosia: "If the others so much as touch her, they'll lose more than just their fingers."

Sin: "This one is cautious. Secretive. I do not trust it at all. It will need to be watched."

Zico: "It reminds me too much of... him. But so long as she does not order it, it is allowed to live. For now."

Tyrell: "Little sneak thief touches her ring and it will never touch anything again."

Nathimys: "Silly, fickle one. Admire its tenacity, and its healing capabilities. Don't trust it, though."

Joscelin: "Think it might try to kill me in my sleep. Happy thing, though. Also strong. Suppose those are good enough."

Freya: "I like its mask. Curious little thing. Should get to know this one. Seems interesting."

Jythrel: "The old one seems the most tolerable of the group. Perhaps it will not earn my ire as the others might."

Leon: "A very capable one. Though it seems to be hiding something with its happiness. Wonder what that could be."

Mayaquen: "Odd little one. I do not like it, but I guess it will not be an issue to keep it around."

Ava: "I want to make it... Happy."

Atalee: "There are no gods, only Death. It should be taught that, before it disappoints itself."

[Nem]

[centre]Name: Nathimys Bayias
Age: 19
Appearance: (I did this one last. It was the hardest. u_u)
Nathimys stands slightly taller the average height, and is under the average weight. He is a lean man, travelling many miles on foot just to get to the next inn, twice or three times a week sometimes- it shaves a lot of weight off of a man. He is almost always seen in a white cloak, generally unbuttoned with the hood down, with incomplete magic symbols sewn into it in several places. He wore simple black trousers, and a black leather vest over a white, cotton shirt. It was thin with ruffles at the end of the sleeves, and had wooden buttons from the middle of the shirt up. His face was worn from wind and weather, his joking, teal eyes occasionally straying away from the person he may be having a conversation with. He wore leather sandals, and even in the coldest season, is seen with the same sandals on.

Style/Levels:
Healing/Support Magics: 5 Weaponry: 4 Strength: 3.
Current abilities:
Support/Healing Magics - Level 1
Etra One:
Mending Flow. This Etra calls upon a vial of water Nathimys keeps in his jacket, using it as a way to channel magic into the wound without the risk of infection or damage from the outside world. The water creates a film over the wound's surface, allowing the immune system to clot blood at a much increased rate. This also works on minor injuries, rendering them healed back to normal. Cool down of several minutes.
Etra Two:
Rejuvenation. Nathimys's magic heals not only the body and physical pains- but the spiritual and mental pains, as well. When this magic is used, the target feels refreshed, despite being tired before hand. However, after it wears off, the target is left twice as fatigued as they would have been. Cool down of fifteen minutes.
Etra Three:
Purge Nathimys can stop medium-strength poisons altogether, and stop strong poisons from spreading around the body of the poisoned for up to thirty minutes, depending on the strength of the poison. Cooldown of thirty minutes.
Etra Four:
Thorny Presence. Nathimys can lay a spell on an ally, causing anything to do physical damage to his target to take equal amounts of damage, if not less than.
Etra Five:
Panic! Nathimys casts this on a nearby ally, making them move visibly faster if an attack has hit them, or is coming towards them.
Weapons:

Nathimys is modest about his skill with weapons, commonly telling people he can hardly work his way around a knife. Truth to be told, he is experienced with his weapons- lacking proper training, but still showing potential and skill with them. None of his weapons are very visible at all times, except for the one bow he carries across his back, the quiver tucked neatly behind it. The quiver is filled with black-shafted arrows with white feathers, and steel tips meant for piercing it's way into any target present. The bow itself isn't all too amazing, being simply a dependable, sturdy bow whenever Nathimys needs it. Which is rather often, since trouble always seems to find a way to get to him.

Nathimys's most used weapons are the two claws he has on either side of his waist, clipped onto a belt hand-made for carrying the two claws. these claws are completely different from each other, one being a glove with a handle just before the tips of the fingers, allowing them to curl easily around the smooth, steel bar. this is for extra grip when holding the claw specialized for stabbing. The blades are doubled-edged, flat, and extend from holes just above every knuckle in the leather. Each blade extends into a sharp point, the base of each blade connected to a sturdy steel bar which is connected to the finger bar, allowing for the claws to not simply slip out of the glove. This glove sits on top of a chainmail glove with cotton underneath, and underneath that a layer of thin cloth which is wrapped around the hand from the wrist.

The other claw is a strange, foreign looking weapon. More foreign than the idea of claws being used for weapons. In this claw, Nathimys's arm lays sideways, gripping on to a leather-bound handle which connects to the top of the claw, which covers the top of the hand. (Think of the grip on a gun, except the arm holding it is sideways.) A metal blade extends from the left side of the claw, longer than the average dagger, slightly shorter than the average short sword. The top of this blade is serrated, the top sharpened to a razor-sharp point and side, the blade alone made for slicing and sawing. The outlandish blade only got more strange- the right side of the blade sporting four, wickedly curved blades. The blades were straight, curving at the end, almost into a circle. It was made for latching on to a target, so that the other hand could stab freely. The curved portion of these blades is roughly 270 degrees, the curls facing away from the hand.

Personality: "As far as I'm concerned, one does not have a skill as long as no one else recognizes it." Nathimys muttered to himself, beating back the part of his brain that was telling him to gloat about his recent successes to his client in front of him. "What was that?" His client asked, looking back at him. "Nothing. Let's keep moving. What do you need for service, again?" Nathimys asked, walking down the dirt road, jogging for a few steps to catch up to his client and then walking beside him. "My son is in great pain. I need you to help." He repeated for almost the fifth time, furrowing his brow. "Ah, yes, that's right..." Nathimys said, having forgotten already. "What are his symptoms?" Nathimys asked. "As I just said-" The client said through gritted teeth. "He has a fever, he has been throwing up almost twice every few hours, and his body is covered in rashes." He said, unlocking the door to his house with a key, gesturing Nathimys inside, and closing the door behind them. Instantly, the repugnant smell hit them like a hard blow, and Nathimys stumbled back a bit as he smelled it. It was truly awful. Nathimys followed the man up the stairs, where several lanterns were. On the bed was a boy, no more than his own age- who was violently scratching his body. "Stop that!" His father yelled, and the scratching ceased. Nathimys stepped forwards, not touching the victim. He had no need to see if it was contagious or not. "Don't worry, there's only a high chance of you dying." Nathimys said with a grin, which was hidden, as his back was to the father of the son. "How long has your son been like this?" Nathimys asked. "Weeks." The father responded. Just as he said this, the boy suddenly stopped moving, and his head drooped to the side. Deciding to take his chances, Nathimys checked the boy's pulse. Dead. "Right then, forget the payment- I'll be off." Nathimys said. "Oh- and burn the body. We don't need a plague spreading." He said heartlessly, closing the door to the house behind him before the man could object. Or take his money back.

Adventurous at times, Nathimys is able to make jokes out of any situation. And turn it into a positive light- at least for him. He is overly modest, and is a wild card at times, getting a bloodlust when in battle, almost losing his sanity as he violently rips through anything in his path, regardless of personal harm. However, when having not been in a battle for many days, he calms down, and becomes an entirely different person. He sounds wiser, and is more easy to give your trust to, taking on a kinder persona. Of course, would you want yourself to trust him?

History: Nathimys only knew one thing about his father, living under a lie to this very day. As his mother had always told him- "Your father was a great man." His mother had died at an early age, sharing with him many of the medicinal discoveries she had made during her lifetime. He willed himself to study the books religiously, day in and day out. He created medicinal cures for common colds and diseases, selling them, barely scraping by on the money he could make. He made a few advances in medicine, soon studying healing magic. He continued to save money, buying weapons to protect himself as he became the age to travel. He travelled from town to town, looking at exotic diseases and trying to cure them. He succeeded in some cases, but in most of them, the patient died- just like his mother. Whenever he failed, the memory would resurface, and he occasionally drank his sorrows away. He continued travelling for the exotic diseases, knowing that, despite the pain he had been through, and the irony of his mother's death, he would recognize the disease when he saw it, and would create a cure for it, no matter what. Even if there was no one left to receive it, he would hold it as a great achievement- a great personal goal.

Why are you on this journey?: To travel and see the world, just for the slight chance he may find someone inflicted with the disease his mother had contracted and make a cure for them.

Relationsheeps.

Celosia: "Celosia just seems to be.. Brilliant. Always giving off her own personal glow- like a lantern. I like lanterns. It's also nice to have another healer around, but hey, lanterns. Ailikit."
Sin: "Why so serious? He seems so.. Detached, from the world. He trusts no one.. Much like my claws. They do not trust you. They just want hugs, yess."
Zico: "I can often hear the sarcasm dripping from his words, like a vile poison. His composure during any situation is nice, however. I can't say I like people who fall apart in problematic situations."
Tyrell: "This.. Manpersonthingisitawomandecidedlymalethingummywhat has decidedly sticky fingers.. I'll have to watch my claws more, around this crowd."
Joscelin: "She seems quite obsessed with justice. Why would anyone need justice for themselves, anyways? It's not as if life is fair."
Freya: "The looter of many bodies, I can respect this, yess. That mask is very intruiging, yess..."
Jythrel: "This mountain of a man, to say the least, is decidedly who I wouldn't trust with my lunch. Just look at that bag! He shoves frikin' decaying arms in there!"
Leon: "This person.. Very friendly. Always reaching out for friends. Like my claws! They simply want a hug, that's all. They reach out towards you for hugs, yess."
Mayaquen: "He seems interesting...ish. He definitely isn't the one I want to be starting a conversation. Much like my claws, yess. They don't start many conversations."
Jitters: "What even is.. How? What?! This is what happens when you don't burn the body..."
Ava: "Well, I hate you too, quite frankly. You're a furry ball of hate, now, aren't you?"

Miscellaneous: Nathimys is fond of mushrooms, and can be seen talking to them frequently. Always wears sandals. [/centre]

[Solita]

Name: Joscelin Voclain

Age: 19

Appearance: Her long, bright red hair is in a near-perpetual state of messiness, and strikes a contrast with her clear blue eyes. She is usually wearing an eclectic collection of perfectly functional light armor pieces intermixed with an oddly colorful outfit that certainly helps her to stand out in a crowd, and she is almost always either grinning or wearing an expression that looks like it wants to be a grin. Keeps both of her swords sheathed on the same side of her body.

Style/Levels: Weaponry Level 5 (Swords), Combat Magic Level 5 (Wind), Fisticuffs Level 2

Current Abilities: Weaponry Level 1 (Swords)

Etra One - X-Slash: Joscelin brings both swords swinging powerfully down in an 'X' shape at her opponent. (Deals three times the damage of a single slash, because double would make this move redundant)

Etra Two - Flourish: Joscelin attacks her opponent in an unusually flashy manner. If she manages to defeat them with this strike, any remaining opponents are at least partially, if not totally demoralized, dependent on how powerful the opponent she defeated was. (If no other opponents remain, she just looks cool as heck to her friends)

Etra Three - KO Strike: Joscelin strikes her opponent's temple using the hilt of her sword, potentially knocking them out if they are sufficiently weak. Useful for taking prisoners, or showing the mercy that a hero should. Not very effective on monsters.

Etra Four - Fury: In exchange for doubled offensive output, Joscelin halves her regards for her defenses, making her more powerful but also more vulnerable. Able to ignore the sting of superficial wounds until the fighting is over.

Etra Five - Stance: Joscelin has an innate sense for the perfect stance to maintain when using a particular type of sword. This mysterious Etra appears to be missing four crucial components.

Weapons: Principale (Primary Sword), Faible (Secondary Sword)

Personality: Relentlessly upbeat, known to be a bit mischievous, but has a strong sense of justice and is undyingly loyal to her friends. Has a childlike obsession with heroism.

History: The second-born of her father, a powerful mage, and her mother, a well respected knight, Joscelin grew up on the tales of ancient heroes of might and magic. When she discovered that she, like her older brother Milo, had inherited a proclivity for both might and magic, the two of them began training together in secret. While she made good progress in learning the basics, it always seemed as though her brother was one step ahead of her. She always felt a strong, if one-sided, sibling rivalry with her brother, but still felt as though the two of them were close. One day a few years ago, she and her parents awoke to find that Milo had disappeared without a trace. Utterly devastated, a few days passed before Joscelin went out to the spot where they used to train together... and found a note that he had left behind. Just one word, and just for her.

Joyeuse

At that moment, everything clicked in her head. The tales of Joyeuse, the legendary sword said to contain the spirit of an ancient god of war. Once, she remembered, her father had told her that she was a descendant of the only hero who had ever been able to wield it. Standing there in that field, she then knew what she had to do. Barely a week passed, and she too ran away from home, in pursuit of her brother, the legendary sword, and an adventure worthy of all the old tales.

Why are you on this journey?: To reclaim Joyeuse, and use it to become a true hero.

Miscellaneous: Afraid of the dark.

Theme Song

Relationship Sheet

Celosia Alesea - There's no conflict of ideologies here. Joscelin and Celosia should end up being like two peas in a pod.

Sinpher 'Sin' Randol - Likely to be a bit creeped out by some of his mannerisms, but will still probably be friendly enough with him. After all, the roguish types were always her favorite heroes.

Zico al'Sorna - It's very likely Joscelin will fall for Zico's act hook line and sinker. Not that she has anything of any real value to steal.

Mayaquen - Will probably sympathize with his quest for his tablets, considering her own quest for Joyeuse. Hero friends forever

Tyrell Varn - Joscelin has actually been travelling with Tyrell for a short while, having decided to tag along with him after the two of them were kicked out of the city of Hornfell for starting a brawl (But they totally weren't the ones that started it!). Gets along with him swimmingly, seeming not to mind his thieving ways, and considers the two of them a 'duo.'

Jitters - Would probably mistake him for a regular old monster if she was the first to spot him, but is one of the more likely candidates to warm up to him once he's somehow become an established member of the group.

Nathimys Bayias - She'll be glad to have another capable healer around, but probably won't appreciate the differences in their codes of ethics.

Atalee Vayshalum - Joscelin was by no means raised very religiously, but many of the tales she was told were myths borrowed from different religions. To her, Atalee would seem exactly like the heroine of one of those tales, which is a definite plus.

Freya Yates - Joscelin will definitely be curious about the oddities that she's collected. One of the more likely members of their group that she would go out of her way to become friends with.

Ava Zaiyen - Will probably notice something is off with her, but isn't the type to act on such a hunch unless something extreme happens. Will remain slightly guarded around her.

Leon Thorne - Joscelin is sure to become fast friends with Leon, it's as simple as that. Will probably bug him about teaching her to set her swords on fire.

Jythrel Arbrick - A humongous, jovial, well-experienced adventurer with a bag full of goodies? Joscelin might have just found her new best friend! ...And may or may not attempt to climb him at some point.

Milo Voclain (Brother) - Highly competitive with, seems to grow uncertain of her own abilities when he's around.

Azelius Dural - Joscelin can't deny Azelius' combat prowess, and he's certainly done his fair share of heroic deeds, but she isn't convinced he's wholly deserving of the title of 'hero.' After all, heroes fight for the good of all, not the thrill of death... right?

Beatrice Fendbane - Vague myths and legends are the only real experience Joscelin has had with religion over the course of her life, and the only specific deity she knows of is the one whose soul is supposedly sealed within Joyeuse, and even then she doesn't know its name. She doesn't understand what sort of experience could have produced such a powerful hatred of something she's never seen much of a problem with before, and will probably ask Beatrice about it eventually. For now, she's just a bit wary of her.

Anneka Lavelle - Joscelin sees a lot of herself in Anneka, for reasons that are perhaps a bit obvious. The two of them are sure to become fast friends.

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Secondary Character Sheet



Name: Milo Voclain

Age: 23

Current Abilities: Weaponry Level 5 (Swords), Combat Magic Level 3, Healing Magic Level 2, Fisticuffs Level 2

Weapons: Gram (Longsword)

Relationships: Joscelin Voclain (Sister)

[tatszico]

Name: Zico al'Sorna

Age: 24

Appearance: Devilishly handsome with tinted, olive skin. He has fiery hair the color of a diminishing sunset and eyes of piercing amber. His angular face is accentuated with sharp cheekbones and a defined jaw. Of shorter height than an average male, his body lithe and slender. He walks and moves lightly like wisps of air, each step a graceful glide of his figure. Each ear is punctured with a silver earring that twinkled as bright as his eyes. He's usually seen adorned with the regalia of the aristocrats: an elegant overcoat of fine satin that envelops his nimble stature, and underneath that he wore a leather vest and breeches that protected his silky button-up and undergarments. But regardless of his flashy attire, Zico's presence is that of a ghost: insubstantial and illusory. One minute you see a man of glowing jewels and silk and the next thing you know, you're staring at a passing carriage horse shitting.

Style/Levels: Combat Magic V --- Support Magic V --- Stilettos I --- Fisticuffs I
Combat Magic I

Etra I: Phantom's Touch - Instant effect. With a snap of Zico's fingers, a rock-size magic sigil materializes directly in front of his target's face. After a split second, the sigil collapses and implodes, releasing a mild concussive blast that can knock his targets off his feet, causing temporary dizziness and confusion. The blast to the face can be paralleled to a gloved, mild punch to the face. Not enough to severely harm, but enough to disorientate for a few seconds. Cannot be rapid-fired, cooldown of 10 seconds.

Etra II: Malice - A dark sigil materializes directly in front of Zico. It takes 2 seconds for the sigil to manifest before releasing an ethereal blast of a dense ball of shadow at the target. If it hits the target, the sphere of black shadows will shatter and envelop the mark in an ominous, ill aura. The aura will do damage over time for 10 seconds in ticks of 2 seconds. Cool down of 15 seconds.

Etra III: Chains - A large sigil emerge from underneath his target's feet. When it's fully developed, black chains composed of sinister magic expels upward and wraps around the victim where he's held immobile for 10 seconds. Cast time of 2 seconds, with a cooldown of 1 minute.

Etra IV: Spectral Bolt - Zico holds out his hand, and a sinister sigil substantiate in front of his palm. When fully complete, it invokes a vile, shot of black magic that expels like a strike of lightning. It has a cast time of 1 second, and a cooldown of 2 seconds. It's his more aggressive combat spell.

Etra V: Umbral Claws - Zico holds out his hand, and a black sigil glows in front of his palm. When fully integrated, it delivers a large and black ethereal with clawed fingers. The hand homes into the target, and attacks for three slashes before dispersing like exploding mist. If the target is hit all three times, the status of poison will be inflicted. Cast time of 3 seconds, cooldown of 20 seconds.

Weapons: Hidden, ornate stiletto hidden in a secret pocket of his leather vest. Though lacking in physical strength, Zico is very familiarized with knife fights, and intermediate hand-to-hand combat. Not strong enough to overtake and opponent bigger than he is, but quick and smart enough to either slip and slice, or to buy enough time to cast his magic or better yet, disappear.

Personality: The epitome of a gentleman. Well mannered and educated. Very charismatic and silver-tongued, but extremely sarcastic. Intelligent, but impulsive. He's the type of guy that thinks and ask questions DURING a problematic situation rather than analyzing it from the get-go. But that does not make him reckless; his impulsiveness makes him quick on his wits and feet and he's calculative even when under pressure. His ability to keep a calm composure regardless of any situation is what makes him a great liar. He is, after all, nothing more than a con artist. His lack of empathy combined with his devilish charms are his ultimate weapons when it comes to adopting various guises to swindle and embezzle the Zenithians of their wealth.

History: An orphan, left abandoned on the streets of the slums. With no where else to go, Zico was initiated into a gang of ne'er-do-wells and thieves. During his time within the criminal underworld, his vagrant abilities began to bloom, and eventually they blossomed into defiled talents. He learned how to swoon women of their purses (and much more) through the use of his charms. He acquired the knowledge to trick men into emptying their pockets for diluted liquor that he promised to be rare, century-aged wine imported from an unheard of island recently discovered by explorers. He wasn't just a thief, he was first and foremost, a gentleman. He self-educated himself from books that he stole, he learned the delicate art of etiquette, he spent hours mimicking the attitude of nobles and aristocrats until he can perfectly insult a lowly beggar with the superiority of an asshole. As the years passed, so did his arsenal of personas. From wealthy merchants to holy priests to bankrupt noblemen, Zico was able to adapt to each guise with perfection and, when a job has been accomplished, is able to disappear entirely by the simple method of disposing one of his many personas into a roaring fire. In time, was able to accumulate himself a vast amount of wealth that could officially rank him as a lowly noble, which he then use to fuel the creation of new characters through the purchase of expensive accessories and costumes. He does not steal because he needs to. He steals because he can, meaning that he's never going to stop until he has robbed the wealthiest man in the world of Zenith.

There was one incident however, the first of it's kind that was able to thoroughly disrupt Zico's way of life. It involved an older gentlemen, a con gone wrong, and Zico being the one swindled out of millions. It was absolutely, terribly humiliating. That certain, despicable and loathsome individual was never seen again but his features and physique are forever burned into Zico's mind, and that little thought-form was enough to rile Zico to the point of frothy-mouthed anger when it escapes the depth of his complex, mental prison once in a blue moon.

Why are you on this journey?: "Time to entwine my delicate fingers with the opportunistic affairs of adventuring!"

Miscellaneous: He dislikes cats.

Relationship Chart

Celosia Alesea - "Very beautiful, and admirable. Despite her looks, she's strong - physically but more importantly, mentally. Looked in her bag a few times when she wasn't looking, and unsurprisingly, I have not found anything juicy or demeaning. She's a just and respectable woman, and although it pains me to say it, even more so than I."

Sinpher 'Sin' Randol - "Oh, would I kill to have a look in his pockets. Such an enthralling and exciting lad. Too bad a piece of me dies when he glares at me with those virulent eyes. Tried talking to him several times. Could be talking to an azoic rock for all I know. Fearsome fellow, though, very strong. He does lack the glamorous charms I have, however.

Mayaquen - "He's got a great appreciation for fashion, I'll tell you that. Not really talkative though. Touched his black box a couple of times when he was asleep, but I was too petrified to inquire about it's contents. I believe that's where he stored his 'tablets' - what if I accidentally smudged one of them? Oh, but my alluring and delicate face bruises oh so easily..."

Tyrell Varn - "Ah! Someone of the same kin as I! Finally, a crooked-sister that I can confide in about our crooked-ness. She is pretty flat-chested though. Ah, well, puberty is a very exclusive occurrence that is unique to each individual."

Jitters - "I wonder if that ring adorned on...it's...thoroughly decomposed and bleached digit is of any remarkable worth. Not particularly thrilled about the taction between diseased bones and my delicate fingers, however."

Nathimys Bayias - "Formidable man. Kind of nice, when he doesn't have blood smeared across his face. I can see the cold fog around his heart, though. Good to have around during the hot, summer-time."

Joscelin Voclain - "She's very loud. Nice, cute, but god, is she loud. I have no qualms with her though, she's a genuinely good woman. Very cheerful and fun, and I admit, having her around does improve my temper. But a handsome man MUST need his beauty sleep..."

Atalee Vayshalum - "Tch, such a goody-two-shoes. How dare she impose such a judgmental view on me? Compared to me, she's a vile, presumptuous, ignorant fool. I'll have you know, I have artfully mastered my dishonest profession with grace and elegance through years of sweat and grit. My fortune is just that - mine. I slaved myself for every coin I swindled."

Freya Yates - "OH MY look at all of his trinkets! Even I can see the true value of the oddities, even under all of that rubbish sentimental hogwash. This horned-man have very exquisite taste in- What? That's a woman?"

Ava Zaiyen - "If I want to live, I must not look her directly in the eyes. And I thought I was the wicked one."

Leon Thorne - "What a happy, friendly lad. I wonder if his wallet is as expansive as his smile. But, buffoonery aside, he's probably the one I'd feel most guilty about hustling from."

Jythrel Arbrick - "...Well what do you know. The old fart is very much still alive, even after I prayed every single day for a whole fucking year for his slow, miserable and pitiful death. A shame. A real shame. I swear, if he wasn't so big, my stiletto would be kissing his wretched ass..."

[Jerkchicken]

Name: Mayaquen note: not his real name
Age: twenties
Appearance: A sharp dressed man from way outta town who proudly wears his group's uniform. That being: A matching midnight blue jacket with a white shirt and pants embroidered with an natural elemental motif and with some silver decorations on the latter end of the sleeves. And most importantly a hat worn low that gives off that sexy and mysterious wanderer vibe.

The man himself is clearly foreign as indicated not only by that warm latte skin tone but also his accent which has been muddled to keep it ambiguous. He is a man of average height and in good physical condition due to his prior training. He carries little aside from a black rectangular box strapped with rope on his back and his sword in an elegant scabbard.

Style/Levels: Sword 5,
Weapons: Sword & limbs
Sword etras:

Oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaah!:
Allows him to cut through various substances most normal blades would not, which allows for pretty flashy lock picking and dynamic entries. Unfortunately it seems to operate on some sort of dramatic momentum leaving it unable to break through most weapons most of the time.

Wall of steel: Tightly controlled series of swipes good at keeping the pressure at a foe or for a solid parrying ability.

Steel brush; crimson ink:
Multiple target ability specialized in several pinpoint attacks or looking cool like gunkata with swords

Smite: A straight forward heavy strike meant for staggering.

Personality: Naturally passionate and fickle like the winds he's grown a bit distant and aloof due to his prolonged questing. That isn't to say he's directly rude, just not exactly openly friendly or talkative.

History: Hailing far elsewhere in a sunny place, he's made his way through the lands as he continuously tracks down the thieves that stole a priceless artifact of his group. But what does that even mean? Well rewinding back he was just a regular kid playing around until one day he saw the warrior musician sect of his country. So not too long after he'd join in and things were good, he excelled in his training and got his own personal clothing making him a full fledged member. Things were all sorts of rosey until the sacred pilgrimage to retrieve the sacred bars, which are more a form of tablets. That is until the bandits attacked and stole their relic in the middle of the night. Now he's been piecemealing clues on to their direction and slowly recovered three of the eleven sacred bars. However his vow to never to return until he has them all back and the continuous travel has had some negative effects which in short has made him into a bit of a jerk.

Why are you on this journey?: bandits took muh tablets and now I got to take them back
Miscellaneous: "HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?"

[Demensia]

Name: Jythrel Arbrick
Age:53
Appearance: At 7'3" and an impressively large muscular composition, Jythrel is in all definitions a large man. He has aged well, still looking around his mid 30's despite his age and can handle himself better then most mid thirty year old men. His hair is a bright silver mane falling down past his shoulders as adventuring leaves very little time to cut his hair. His face is wide with a heavy set jawline and a rugged beard growing a good two or three inches from his skin. his eyes twinkle with a hazel colour and given the right angle can often seem as golden as the contents of a treasure chest. His smile is wide and childlike a great gift of his that seems to resonate with others splashing warmth in their souls. He wears loose clothing which is quickly associated with the lower class of the world despite his large wealth from his years upon years of adventuring. He carries two hand axes on each side of his pants clipped into his belt. each axe is easily as large as what one person would carry in two hands and both are ornately carved, the first having "Ayri" written on it's outer side, the other has "Yanna" written. These were made by a friend of his, a blacksmith just as old as him.
Along side that he carries an 11 foot Halberd which stretches along his back via a large battle harness which with a strong lift from the bottom of the halberd would immediately release and be free to use. Over his shoulder he carries a large pack which seems only half full. Finally, he has an over sized case he carries containing the last of his weapons, a fierce greatsword with a spear like spike at its hilt.

Style/Levels: Fisticuffs Level 5, Weapon - Axe Level 1, Weapon - Halberd Level 1, Weapon - Greatsword Level 1, Healing magic Level 2, Combat magic Level 1, Summoning, Level 1,
Current Abilities: Level 1 Fisticuffs

Feint Strike: Jythrel motions his body into a kick, immediately stomping down on the opponents foot and using a heavy back handed swing to connect with his opponent's head. The goal of the etra is to cause the opponent to open up their guard for the strike to the head. When the hit connects it causes blurry vision for a short time.

Cascade: Jythrel spins his hands and lowers until one crashes heavily into the ground, this creates a dual attack, a crack into the earth which causes the opponent to be off balance and then a small shockwave with which topples them over. Jythrel has been known to use this on even allies as while it does not actually hurt someone. It is often enjoyable to watch people fall over like a drunk.

Lapse: Jythrel makes a pin point fisted strike at the heart with a single knuckle extended, When the hit connects it causes a sudden irregular heartbeat causing a physical stop within their muscles and thus a complete stop in movement for a short duration. It has been said by one who lived a fight with Jythrel that it felt as if a frozen hand was holding their heart while they were paralyzed.

Force Punch: After a short windup, Jythrel makes a strike at the opponents chest and a powerful force is released at that time causing internal damage rather than external.

Dislocation: Through sheer force of will and pure strength and correct positioning, Jythrel pulls on a body part dislocating the particular appendage and rendering it practically useless unless it is reinserted into its original position. When people said hand to hand fighting against a sword is about disarming someone, Jythrel took it to heart

Personality: Cheerful and pleasant to be with, Jythrel embodies that of the old man you wish was your grandfather and then promptly regret that decision. He is a diligant worker and often seems content with going about day to day business. He can be extremely chatty at times, often talking about whatever comes to mind at the time. It is a shame though that most of what comes to mind is the closest woman around him as he is first and foremost a lecherous and inexcusable old man bent on being all women's plaything. Alongside this is his rediculous habit of collecting various things from thousands of body parts of fallen enemies to the most exquisite wines one could imagine to autumn leaves and strands of hair. If he isn't trying to flirt with women half his age knowing full well they might mistake him as a younger man, he is sticking all sorts of things in his large bag.

History: "The swan of adventuring" His old friend has called him, and for good reason. Jythrel has spent countless years adventuring and one small chat with him shows just how much adventuring he has done. From caves to forests to the snow capped mountains, Jythrel has spent his entire life traveling and collecting and experiencing a lot of the world, but prior to that he farmed his own land, and helped his father with the daily jobs that was required so that his family could feed themselves and live happy enough lives.

His parents are long gone now and Jythrel has come to understand that this is the way of the world. Despite this, he truly wishes to live much longer as he wants to forever experience the world. He has come to love the land he lives on and has never thought less of it even if humanity has it's wars and it's thieves.
One such person came to mind as he was reliving his past. He cannot remember the man's name but he had attempted to con the man out of money with a false item to fill his collection. Alas, the conman had underestimated the wits of Jythrel; he had caught on to the conman's game and used money that, despite looking almost a perfect copy of the true coin, was indeed fake. He chuckled lightly his mind wandering and speculating how the conman must have felt having been tricked himself.
Needless to say Jythrel took his leave from that city on that day lest he be hunted down by the con.

A year and a half has passed since then, and Jythrel has continued his adventurous lifestyle, it is no doubt that he would perhaps tell you a story over a night's campfire reliving his journeys just as much as he might express them to you.

Why are you on this journey?: Why to collect all sorts of things and for the sake of adventure, also someone has to take care of these women.

Miscellaneous: Jythrel owns a eternally large bag, no matter what is put inside nor the amount, the bag is never full. His years of adventuring has filled the bag with all sorts of items which has rendered the bag practically useless for storage as once an item is put inside the chances of finding the exact item you were looking for is slim. Of course, none of the party knows that the bag has no limit to inventory space.

Jythrel will probably hit on every single one of the females.

Relationship Sheet

Celosia: "Charming, deep and beautiful to say the least. Now if only I can clear away from that bonehead companion of hers eheheheh..."
Sin: "You don't got jinglin' armor for nothing. I am sure this man has his own tales to tell, We'll see, He seems at least compliant to be with us. His history can't be that bad surely! In any case, he ain't a lady which means I ain't gonna watch him much longer."
Zico: "Ohohoho! Oh Dear me this is a surprise, I had never expected to have seen THIS man around again. Oh I will have to ask him about his day when he found out. Perhaps I can rile him up when the ladies are away. Aha, I wonder if he's grown better over the small time since I last saw him."
Tyrell: "Well I'll be damned, This girl looks feisty. I do like them feisty. Though this one looks ready to loot my bag at a moments notice. I'll have to watch her closely. Reeeeeaaaal close, and maybe a sneaky grab."
Nathimys: "Ah, one of them voodoo healer types, not my favorite sort of people but Nonetheless a true requirement in such a big group. Hope he doesn't start doing anything particularly odd."
Joscelin: "Now ain't she the cutest little adventure I ever saw. Oh boy I get lightheaded at the thought of spending time with her! Oh Surely she'll enjoy my stories and given enough time maybe she'll enjoy my company during those true cold nights."
Freya: "I am not sure how I feel about this 'ere girl, She is certainly peculiar with that strange and interesting mask of hers. Admittedly from afar I thought she was a man. She seems to collect things as much as I do, though whether or not this was intended or not I am unsure. Still she is female and that is enough for me to get my flirt on."
Jythrel: "Why I am the most wonderful and spectacular adventurer in the present day"
Leon: "...He looks almost as tough as me, maybe I'll throw him around in the ring for fun."
Mayaquen: "Oh a foreigner, haven't seen one in about twenty odd years, I'll be excited to hear the events of his land, his cultures, perhaps he'll take me with him if he ever returns? Eheheh, maybe he can introduce me to those good old foreign women with the big breasts I was told of."
Jitters: "And I thought I had old bones... Mght attempt to steal a finger or something, a piece of the living dead? What more could a collector of collections ask for? He sticks around the ladies like flies stick to stink, might have to throw some tricks out there."
Atalee: "All that there religious stuff is too much for me. She's pretty though."
Ava: "My oh my I hit the jackpot on this adventure! Never ending amount of women and this is the icing on the cake! So young, so perky, and oh so dominating! I have butterflies just thinking about it. I just hope she doesn't murder me during my advances!"

[Bubsy 2]

Name: Leon Thorne

Age: 20

Appearance: Leon is a seasoned warrior whose body has been toned by years of training. Although he stands at an average 5’9 he is quite the force to be reckoned with. Leon has white skin with a mild tan on it from his travelling. He has unkempt medium length black hair that falls around his face, reaching to about his neck in the back. He has piercing green eyes and an oval face. Leon’s appearance is not by any means immaculate- he has been on the road for nearly a year and has a healthy layer of dirt on him. Leon’s attire is very much that of a traveler- draped around him is a dark green cloak with a hood that is usually pulled up around his face when he is on the road. Underneath this he wears blue pants and a leather tunic that covers a white shirt. Leon also has a small scar on his cheek.

Styles and Levels: Twin Swords Level 5 | Fisticuffs Level 5 | Summoning Level 2

Current: Twin Swords Level 1

Abilities
Viper’s Strike: Leon moves around his enemy at blinding speeds, allowing him to get into an optimal position to attack
Human Arrow: Leon propels himself from the ground with great strength, moving straight towards his enemy with swords extended.
Shadowstep: Leon moves towards his enemy at imperceptible speeds then strikes quickly before retreating to his previous position
Flammenschwert: Flames dance around Leon’s swords for a few seconds, setting fire to enemies who he hits.

Weapons: Leon’s primary weapons are two steel swords that he wields simultaneously. He is extremely adept at duel-wielding in combat. In addition to this, Leon is known to carry a back-up knife strapped to his leg, additionally he has three throwing knifes strapped to his chest. He isn’t great with throwing knifes, but can at least hit a target that isn’t too far away, although he might have difficulty making precision shots at fatal points.

Personality: Leon’s outermost layer is that of amicability. He is very friendly, and is more than eager to lend a helping hand to any and all. He has a tendency to butt into other’s private business in an attempt to help people. He is a sucker for the ‘damsel-in-distress’ cliché, and will definitely go out of his way to help a lady in need. Besides this, Leon is usually very good at getting along with people and tries to make friends everywhere he visits. Leon has always had an unshakable wanderlust, more than likely due to his overly-restricted childhood. When you get through Leon’s outer friendly layer it is easy to see that inside he is still deeply saddened by his unfortunate childhood, and blames himself for the death of his younger brother and his mother. Leon murdered his father trying to protect his younger brother, and greatly regrets it. Above all, Leon is determined to protect his friends and loved ones from death, hoping to never experience loss again in his life.

History: Leon’s father was a famed soldier of Zenithian decent. His mother was a healer of Vexerian decent. He received more of his father’s Zenithian genes, lending to his high stamina and strength, although he does have a spark of magic inside him. Leon also had two brothers- one older and one younger. His older brother was more aloof and never directly said what he felt, instead keeping quiet, always listening to their father and never doubting his harsh training. His younger brother inherited the strong flame of magic from their mother. Despite this, his father continued to insist he become a warrior like him. Their father was a tough taskmaster who wanted to raise his sons to be a soldier like him. He constantly made them train to become stronger and stronger. They rarely had time for leisure, and rarely were able to escape their duties. If they did try to shirk their training they were harshly punished. Leon’s eldest brother was always their father’s favorite, being the strongest of the family, and when it came time he did enlist in the army. Their father also had high hopes for Leon himself, for he showed natural talent. However, Leon was not interested in the soldier’s life and often tried to escape training, often leading to him quarrelling with their father. Leon’s youngest brother was the runt of the family, and faced the brunt of their father’s anger. Although he did try he could never satisfy him. It was a particularly cold winter day after the eldest left that Leon had killed his father. Leon and the youngest were forced to train for hours, sparring against each other, training against dummies, and sparring with their father. Leon was doing just fine, but his brother was falling behind. Their father got very angry at his brother. Leon remembers his father beating his brother; it was a common occurrence, but it was particularly brutal this time. All Leon saw was red. He raised his sword, and struck down his father, determined to protect his brother. Leon was 17 when this happened, and on that day he left his home village and never returned. The burden of taking a life weighed heavily on Leon. He wandered for a time through the land, and eventually he found a steady living using his skills with the sword to help those across Farecia. He was determined to make up for his crime by helping those in need. He took what people offered him, but never asked for a reward. It wasn’t until a year after that he learned his mother and brother perished in a bandit attack. He was convinced if he hadn’t killed his father he would’ve protected them. So now, with two more deaths weighing in on his soul, he continues his travels.

Why are you on this journey: Maybe he thinks that doing something for this world will help weigh against the deaths he has caused. Maybe he’s just the kind of guy to get caught up in business that isn’t rightfully his.

Misc: Leon's exploits have earned him a reputation in parts of Farecia as a strong man that can be trusted with though work. Leon's eldest brother is an active soldier in the military, he might pop in the future.

Relationship Chart

Celosia Alesea: "It's not surprising that I get along with Celosia well. We've both led very similar lives, we've both lost our families when our homes were attacked, and we both became travelers soon after."
Jitters: "I really can't say a whole lot about the skeleton. He kind of creeps me out, and I'm sure I hear the occasional gurgle from him, but he's pretty hard to talk to. He doesn't seem like a bad guy though, so I guess that's something."
Nathimys Bayias: "Nathimys it a wildcard. In battle, he has sickening thirst for blood. Outside of battle, he seems kinder, but something is still... off putting. He seems disconnected from everything around him. I'm wary of him."
Joscelin Voclain: "Joscelin's skills are admirable, if a bit unhoned. I get along with her well- not a lot to hate. She's upbeat, and her loyalty is impressive. I hope she finds the sword she is looking for, and her brother"
Zico al'Sorna: "I don't have a lot of respect for con artists. To say the least, I'm wary of him."
Mayaquen: "There's something more to him then what he puts out in the open. He's not very friendly, although he seems to be decent."
Jythrel Arbrick: "He's an old lecher, which is somewhat off putting, but besides that he seems to be decent. He works hard, which is admirable. However, the grave robbing is a bit creepy, to say the least."
Sinpher 'Sin' Randol: "To say that I don't like Sin would be a bit of an understatement. Everything about him trips off some sort of alarm in my head. Who is he? A thief? A murderer? Why does he keep himself so distant from everyone? I feel like he's planning something."
Tyrell Varn: "I haven't exactly made it a secret that I'm not a fan of thieves, and Tyrell is no exception."
Atalee Vayshalum: "I don't believe in any Gods myself, but her faith is admirable. She doesn't know a lot about ordinary people, being from a monastery, so I try my best to accommodate her occasional slip up."
Freya Yates: "That's one strange getup. Besides the odd clothes, Freya is mostly a good person in my opinion. I'm a bit wary of the grave robbing, but I suppose I can't stop it."
Ava Zayan: "Psychopath."

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[TaroAndSelia]

Name: Tyrell Varn
Age: 17
Appearance:
Tyrell has fair skin and a lithe body. From the right angle, an onlooker might make a remark about how pretty that girl is. If Tyrell heard, he would promptly punch that man in the face and dare him to call Tyrell a girl again. He keeps his hair trimmed short and has some muscle mass, but he really is borderline feminine.
Style/Levels: Weaponry (dagger) - 4; Summoning (fairy) - 4; Combat Magic (twilight) - 2; Support magic (twilight) - 2
Weapons: Dagger, back-up dagger, spare dagger, boot knife

Personality: "Let me put it this way. About a month back..."
Tyrell quietly stepped through the gate into town, his cowl back so he could feel the sun on his face. A pair of men, their breath stinking of alcohol and their bodies just stinking, stopped him not ten meters in.
"Well now, wuz a preddy lady lak you doin' travlin' alon?"
"Maybe you'd like a bit o' comp'ny?"
Tyrell's face twitched. His arms did a little more than twitch.

A short time later, Tyrell found himself in the guardhouse, face to face with the captain of the guard.
"Come on! They were askin' for it! A pair of scumbags like that, botherin' travellers as soon as they enter town? If you ask me, you should be thankin' me!"
"You bit a man's ear off, and the other has a stab wound in the leg."
"Heh. Wouldn't a' been his thigh if your man hadn't interrupted me."
"You pulled a weapon in town. In addition, these are not your coin purses."
"They owed me some compensation! What are you mad at me for? They started it. I was just cleaning up some trash! If you did your job properly, I wouldn't a' had to do it for you!"

Tyrell picked himself up and sighed. That could've gone better. Well, sometimes that's how the dice fall. He brushed off some dirt from where he'd landed after being literally tossed out of town and started off down the road. At least he'd managed to snag the three coin purses when the captain had lost his temper. The two drunks had practically been broke already, but the one from the captain felt somewhat hefty. He whistled a merry tune as he walked on.

History: ^ That's about how his life has been recently.
Previously, Tyrell worked as a part of a children's gang. He spent his childhood stealing food and picking pockets to feed himself and his friends. When he was close to being a teenager, a rival gang appeared and destroyed them in a turf war. Tyrell made it out, as did a few others, but the gang was dead. They moved to a new city and joined up with the gang there. To Tyrell's astonishment, anyone who didn't know him assumed him to be a girl. It got to be rather dangerous for him, so he learned how to use a knife from an older gang member. He soon proved rather good at it, and rumors of the demon girl sprang up around town.
When that gang made trouble in the wrong place, the army was brought against them. Again Tyrell ran, but this time he ran alone. He's been on his own since, about two years now. He steals to stay alive, and sometimes just for the thrill of it, but that's hardly a lifetime occupation. Even a guy missing a moral or two wants something more in life, y'know?

Current Abilities:
Summoning 1 - Fairy
name: Elizabeth
Appearance:
Etra:
Lv 1 Zip - Liz moves at three times her normal speed for three seconds.
Lv 1 Cry - Liz screams long and loud, temporarily deafening those nearby and attracting any dogs nearby.
Lv 1 Dagger - Liz always has her little dagger and the skill to use it.
Lv 1 Flutter - Liz mutes the sound of her wings for five minutes.
Lv 1 Shadow Ball - Liz launches a small ball of darkness, doing magical damage and numbing whatever part of the target she hits.
How they became your summon: Technically, Tyrell stole her. But he really never would have brought her if she hadn't asked. He was taking a few unused items from a house that had many such valuables. Liz was bound to an artifact; he grabbed it; she appeared; he was surprised and dropped it; it shattered. She's sticking with Tyrell now.

Un-relations

Celosia: She'd be dead in a month on her own. But she's the sort of person that attracts others, so that could never happen. But she attracts trouble, too; she's just a big magnet for everything. Sure she's a nice girl, but way too much risk.
Sin: So when I first ran into Joscelin I thought she was crazy. But this guy (and a few others) have proven that she's simply an airhead. This is crazy, and I'm fine not knowing where it came from.
Zico: Rich snob. But a smart one, unfortunately. Sitll, if he ends up in the stocks, I'm going to be the one handing out overripe tomatoes.
Nathimys: He's a determined lunatic. I'd be fine without him. But that doesn't make him different from anyone else here, does it?
Joscelin: She's another one of those that shouldn't last long but does. She's pretty and naive, like a beacon for filth to gather to. It's people like her that prove a higher power exists. That's the only explanation for how she's lasted this long--somebody's watching out for her. Wish whoever it is could've spared me a glance.
Freya: She's as starry-eyed as the rest of 'em, the only difference being her stars are much easier to grasp. So by all means, loot the body. The dead don't have any use for it. I wish that were always true. *side glance at Jitters*
Jythrel: I swear I'm going to add a few fingers to his creepy collection, and they're going to be his. The first people I hate are nobles; the second are perverts and lechers.
Leon: ...Whatever. I'm not gonna talk about it.
Mayaquen: I think he stood out in the sun too long. Something in his brain fried. 'course, he could've been born that way. What idiot would chase after some stupid bars? If I find one, I think I'll sell it to him.
Jitters: !@#$%!@$ NO!! *shiver* Let the dead stay dead. Fate knows they've earned it.
Ava: I've said it before: I hate nobles. I include wealthy merchants and spoiled heiresses in that category. Her eyes give me shivers.
Atalee: I believe in a higher power, but I'd say it's Fate, not Vexa. I can't call her a looney--the girl isn't from the same world we are. I think she was born on Sram and her parents abandoned her here.
Azelius: What kinda loon risks his life for kicks? Why not just go mushroom huntin'? It's gotta be an easier way to get a life-threatenin' rush.
Beatrice: An armored fanatic who's scary as heck. Watchin' her fight, though, I feel sorry for her. Still freaked out, but sorry.
Anneka: I'm pretty sure I saw her somewhere else. Some creeper was reachin' for her, so I got his attention an' broke his hand. Never bothered findin' out who she was, but she's not someone you can forget. I think it's the smile--nobody's hurt that smile. It narfin' glows.

[IVIasterJay]

Name: Ava Zayan
Age: 16

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Style/Levels: Puppets - 5 | Summoning - 5 | Weaponry (Crossbow) - 2

Weapons: A small crossbow attached to each arm, hidden by her sleeves. The arrows are coated with poison. Her glass earrings contain poison as well, and smashing them releases a cloud of deadly fumes. The antidotes to all of her poisons is inside the fake diamonds of her rings.

Current Abilities:

Puppets - Level 1

Etra One:
Puppet Strings - Attaches invisible strands of wire to objects and people through touch. She can change the length and elasticity of the wire. The wire originates from her fingertips.

Etra Two:
Scorpion Puppet - A metal scorpion puppet that Ava controls. It can be made quite small, making it easy to carry around, but it becomes quite large for combat purposes. Ava usually has it stuck to her back like a creepy backpack. The scorpion has many deadly weapons, most of which also involve poison but are not magic in nature.

Etra Three:
Pyrrhic Victory - Destroying the scorpion puppet to the point that it is no longer able to function activates its fail-safe. Deadly poison gas is released, enough to fill a large hall full of people and leave no survivors.

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Personality: Ava couldn't care less about you're existence. If you serve no purpose to her, then there is no reason for you to exist, and she would gladly see you dead. It's a good thing she's too lazy to go about killing everyone she wishes dead, because she honestly puts no value on any human life that isn't her own. Ava is empty on the inside, and that terrifies her. She needs something to fill her. She needs to feel something, anything. She thinks she might feel something, something small and buried deep for sure, but something nonetheless, as she watches the life leave another human being, but at the same time, that terrifies her as well. If she does nothing, she is empty, but she isn't sure she wants to fill herself with the blood of the innocent, no matter how insignificant they are in the grand scheme of things. Anger, fear, apathy, cruelty, and sadness: those are the things Ava is made of.

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History: Daughter of a wealthy aristocrat, Ava could have had it all. If only she had been born whole, she would have had it all. But Ava is a broken soul, full of an irresistible hate and need to act on it. First it was a woman who made advanced on her betrothed, and then it was her betrothed when he made advances towards her. Her father came later. She'd actually had a reason for killing him though: she'd wanted his money. A foolish little girl holding that much wealth was quick to attract the vultures, and they tricked her out of every cent of her father's wealth. That was a mistake on their part. They'd seen a little girl as easy prey, but when they looked again she had become death. She got most of her money back by simply taking it from the dead. A few since have tried to cheat her, all meeting the same ends. No one ever tied any of the deaths back to her though. Her poison left no traces, and besides... she was just one little girl.

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Why are you on this journey?: To find something that will make her feel, whether that be love, death, or simply a new drug she hasn't tried on herself yet.
Miscellaneous: Ava hates you and wants you to go kill yourself.

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Relationship Sheet

Celosia Alesea - Bitch needs to get over herself.
Sinpher 'Sin' Randol - The creep is plotting something.
Zico al'Sorna - He reminds her of her ex-betrothed, and that is not a good thing
Viento Platinado - Waste of space loser is using up her valuable oxygen.
Tyrell Varn - Let's see how you deal when your muscles stop obeying your brain.
Jitters - What the hell are you supposed to be?
Nathimys Bayias - He's a mad dog that needs to be put down.
Joscelin Voclain - Is she stupid?
Atalee Vayshalum - Let's see if your god will save you
Freya Yates - *Stares at with apathetic curiosity.*
Jythrel Arbrick - I swear if you look at me one more time...
Leon Thorne - He's obnoxious yet interesting.
Mayaquen - Secretive and a liar. She doesn't mind him.
Azelius Dural - *raises one eyebrow* "..." *shoots with a paralysis arrow*
Beatrice Fendbane - Finally, someone who knows when to shut up.
Ava Zayan - ... I don't like her.

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[Ampharos]

Name:

“My name is Atalee Vayshalum.”

Age:

“I am twenty-two years old.”

Appearance:

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“I am of average height and weight, have brown hair with brown eyes, and have a fair complexion. My bangs extend down my face, while the rest of my hair is braided into a twist that runs all the way down my back. Typically, I wear a layer of mail beneath a much heavier layer of plate armor, including a chestpiece, shoulder guards, elbow guards, gauntlets, knee guards, shin guards, and boots. I keep a sheath at belt, along with leather cases for a couple of daggers. In addition, I carry a medium-sized brown sack on my back which carries necessary provisions, including food, water, and cloth. It should also be stated that I carry a number of trinkets on me, including a locket of the Goddess Vexa and a ring passed down to me from my mother, which I will either keep around my neck or on my right pointer finger, depending on whether or not I am wearing a pair of gauntlets. In battle, I may cut away the green garb that I wear above my mail, opting for increased mobility over appearance."

Style/Levels:

Weaponry Level 5 (Swords), Healing Magic Level 5, Fisticuffs Level 2

Current Abilities:

Weaponry (Swords), Level 1

Divinity Wave

”May the Goddess Vexa bring the sinful and the unholy to their knees!”

By channeling the power of the Goddess Vexa through her sword, Atalee releases a shockwave of divine energy that does mid-range to long-range damage. This attack does extra damage against unholy creatures such as the undead.

Divine Wrath

“May you find redemption in the arms of the mother, the Goddess Vexa!”

Atalee channels the power of the Goddess Vexa through her blade, thus allowing her to release a blast of holy magic at her target. This blast will knock back most targets but cause additional damage to the unholy such as the undead.

Hallowed Shock

“The Goddess Vexa gives allows me to wield the power of the sky!”

Atalee channels the power of the Goddess Vexa through her sword, allowing her to shoot electricity from the blade.

Holy Stun

“The power of the Goddess Vexa stifles you with its purityl!”

Atalee channels the power of the Goddess Vexa through her sword, allowing a single strike to stun an opponent by transferring the power of the Goddess Vexa into her target. Opponents who are divine or otherwise holy, especially priests, will be immune to the effects of this attack.[/

Retribution Blade

“Through my blade, I introduce will you to the power of the Goddess Vexa!”

Atalee channels the power of the Goddess Vexa through her sword, strengthening the power of her strikes and doing additional damage against the unholy, especially the undead. Her sword loses this power if she lets go of it.

Weapons:

“I carry two daggers at my side and my primary weapon, a long sword called Guardian’s Oath.”

Personality:

“To say that I am deeply religious would be an understatement. I am a devout worshiper of the Goddess Vexa and also a member of the Order of Vexa, a sisterhood dedicated to fulfilling the wishes of the Goddess Vexa. I will do everything in my power to ensure that her will is made real here on Zenith, even if that means taking the life of another. However, I recognize that violence is not always the answer and am not a violent person by nature. I will typically seek diplomatic solutions to my problems, especially when those who stand in my way mean no real harm. When speaking, I carefully piece together every sentence she makes, ensuring that every word is in place and spoken so that the correct meaning is conveyed. That said, I also do not have much knowledge of the world outside of my monastery. I do not know very much about the outside world or its culture, nor do I know a lot about how people act. My knowledge of the world comes almost exclusively from books. Although I spend a lot of time thinking about what I want to say next, I often find myself saying the wrong things, sometimes things that are completely and utterly inappropriate for a situation. You will have to forgive me for that; I usually do not mean to offend."

History:

“We are the Order of Vexa, the devout followers of the Goddess Vexa. Long ago, we founded a monastery deep in a lonely mountain overlooking a thick forest far beyond any known human settlement. We have been there for thousands of years, praying to the Goddess Vexaria to deliver us from Zenith and to Vexaria, a world known only to us from our mothers and by them by their own mothers, from generation by generation, so forth, and so forth, for as long as we have kept records of our existence in our monastery on that lonely mountain. Thus far, our prayers have not been answered, even when years turned into decades, decades into centuries, and centuries into millennia. Still, we continue to pray to the Goddess Vexa, once in the morning, once before every meal, once every afternoon, and then for a final time before we rest our heads. We also continue to fight, having extensive training in both swordsmanship and magic, for we believe that when the Goddess Vexa delivers us to Vexaria, we will be the vanguard of its liberation.

There are no records of our order that predate our establishment upon the lonely mountain overlooking the thick brush far removed from civilization. Likewise, few outside of our monastery are aware of our existence, and those who are, have sworn themselves to secrecy. In order to maintain this air of secrecy, our contact with the outside world is limited. We trade the resources that we harvest to manufactured goods in towns along the single road that leads into the forest, posing as adventurers or merchants just passing through. However, since we are a female order, we also seek out able-bodied men to father our children. Once our daughters come of age, they leave to found a suitable mate, somebody who is intelligent, strong, and charismatic, one whose blood will make the next generation even greater than the last. Our daughters will stay with the father until the baby is born and then a choice will be made. If the child is a girl, then the mother will return to the monastery with her daughter, and if the child is a boy, then the mother will abandon the father and her son, in search of a new mate to sire a daughter.

My name is Atalee Vayshalum, a member of the Order of Vexa and servant to the Goddess Vexa. I grew up in the monastery, much like my mother before me, my grandmother, and both my daughters and granddaughters will after me. I was born twenty-two years ago and have spent my life praying to the Goddess Vexa and studying her teachings from the Book of Vexa. I learned the ways of both magic and swordsmanship through my mother, being taught how to conjure the power of the Goddess Vexa through my sword, something that Zenithians refer to as holy magic.

One night, however, I had a dream. I saw the Goddess Vexa in this dream, and she spoke to me. She explained to me that the Order of Vexa was no longer capable of fulfilling its purpose and that the Exalt, the head of our order, no longer represented her interests on Zenith. Instead, the title of Exalt had become akin to a title of nobility and the Exalt herself was more of an aristocrat than a warrior. She told me that I must leave the order and venture into the outside world. I had no idea what I was supposed to do or where I was supposed to go, but I dared not question the Goddess Vexa. I simply nodded along, listening to her speak, knowing that I was faced with a choice: abandon my friends, my family, and everyone else I held dear or denounce the Goddess Vexa, something I could not possibly do…

I made my choice. I left the Order of Vexa. I snuck out in the dead of night, taking only my armor, sword, and whatever I could carry in a sack on my back. I climbed down the lonely mountain we built our monastery into, navigated the huge forest at its base, and followed a path to the closest Zenithian settlement I could find. I spent most of what little money I had to purchase books, maps, and anything else I could use to navigate a world I knew almost nothing about. In truth, this had been my first time outside of the monastery, and likewise, my first time seeing native Zenithians, never mind artisans, craftsmen, farmers, laborers, merchants, and even soldiers. I stayed my first night at an inn and awaited further instruction from the Goddess. I dreamed and dreamed, not allowing myself to awaken until I was given my next instruction. However, the Goddess never came to me. I had no idea what to do or where to go. I even waited an additional day, praying during the day and trying to contact the Goddess in my dreams during the night. Still, I received no message from her, nothing whatsoever.

Ultimately, I left the unnamed village, and now I wander the world, searching for my purpose.”

Why are you on this journey?

“As I explained previously, I saw the Goddess Vexa in a dream. She told me to abandon the Order of Vexa and venture out into the world so that her will may be done. In the dead of night, I fled, leaving everything behind, and starting my life anew with the Goddess as my guide. However, I have not heard from the Goddess ever since, and I am wandering the world, awaiting further instruction. I suspect that she wants me to figure out my own destiny, to learn what I must do on my own. I also suspect that whatever it is she wants me to do, I will know what it is when I happen upon it. Until then, I will continue wandering, learning about the world an bettering myself in the name of the Goddess Vexa, for I am her sword and shield, and I must be in peak condition if I am to cut down her enemies and defend her name.”

Miscellaneous:

"Supposedly, I have a thick accent that I share with my sisters within the Order of Vexa."

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Celosia: “Celosia is a beautiful young woman with a big heart. She would make a wonderful addition to the sisterhood, and perhaps she will one day seek out of the word of the Goddess Vexa to mend her broken spirit.”

Sin: “Sinpher is a dangerous man. He is somebody who believes that the ends justify the means and would cut down anyone who stands in his way. I pray that one day he will open himself up to the world and see that the people he cuts down are mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters and not just obstacles standing in his way.”

Zico: “I do not trust this man. He hides behind his sharp tongue and cheeky remarks and has amassed himself a fortune using falsehoods and untruths. I pray that to the Goddess Vexa that this man learns how insignificant material wealth truly is and seeks forgiveness for his transgressions against his fellow man.”

Tyrell: “I pray for anybody who dedicates themselves to a life of thievery. However, between petty theft and starving, I think that even the Goddess Vexa would condone his actions if he simply prayed for forgiveness.”

Nathimys: “Nathimys a kind young man, humble, modest, and works for the good of mankind, though I do not understand how such a person could become a complete monster like that on the battlefield. What is he, and why does he become like that? I also worry about his strange fascination with mushrooms. Can he really hear them, or is he afflicted with some kind of illness of the mind?”

Joscelin: “I respect those with a strong sense of justice, and I think that her ideals of heroism will guide her down the right path. Like Celosia, I think that she would make a wonderful addition to the sisterhood, and I may consider speaking to her one day about the word of the Goddess Vexa.”

Freya: “I wonder why Freya chooses to conceal her identity behind such a monstrous costume. She is such a beautiful young woman, her hair long and flowing and her skin soft and fair. I worry somewhat about her tendency to loot corpses and hopes that she does so with respect to those that had died. I also hope that she does not get too caught up in the material value of the items she collects. According to the Book of Vexa, it does not matter how class, status, or how much wealth we have accumulated, but instead what we have done with what we were given in this world…”

Jythrel: “Are all middle-aged men like this, or is Jythrel an exception? I grew up in a monastery after all, so my experience with men, never mind men of his age is limited, at best. At first, he seems like a kindly man, willing to talk to everyone about everything, but then, some of his remarks seem… suggestive in nature, and I am unsure that it is appropriate to say such things to a servant of the Goddess Vexa.”

Leon: “Leon is an affable young man, though I worry that his kindness and compassion is just a front for something deeper. In a sense, he is a lot like Celosia, and like her, I think it would do him some good to listen to the word of the Goddess Vexa.”

Mayaquen: “Mayaquen is passionate, to say the least. I pray that he does not lose sight of who he is in his quest for the tablets.”

Jitters: “This creature is an abomination, and I cannot condone its destructive tendencies. However, this creature is also a creation of the Goddess Vexa, and so long as it fights beside me to fulfill the wishes of the Mother Goddess, I cannot turn away its help. It should also be said that I trust the abomination far more than Ava, Sinpher, or Zico.”

Ava: “I do not have words to describe this young woman. She is cruel and twisted, and I pray that she finds redemption in the arms of the Goddess Vexa before it is too late. I would trust both the self-proclaimed gentlemen and that abomination long before I trust this woman…”

Azelius: “Everybody has their hobbies, and for Azelius, that hobby is fighting. I think that it is commendable that he is pursuing what makes him happy, but I also think that everybody has a duty to give something back to the world and make it a better place than it was when they entered it. Will Azelius do this, or is he only interested in his hedonistic pursuit of ecstasy?”

Beatrice: “To indiscriminately hate any single group and to view them as less than human, I do not know if that is something that I can tolerate. When people let themselves be consumed by hatred, they will undoubtedly become dangerous and irrational individuals, those who will inevitably need to be put down. I pray to the Goddess Vexa that Beatrice does not bring harm to the innocent, regardless of what they believe and who they worship, or else I will have to do everything in my power to end her…”

Anneka: “I think that Anneka is a sweet young woman, and I pray to the Goddess Vexa that she finds success in whatever she decides to pursue. She has a heart of gold, and we undoubtedly need more people like her in the world. Perhaps she would be willing to listen to the word of the Goddess Vexa..."

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[OtomostheCrazy]

Name: Freya Yates

Age: 29

Appearance:
With traveling clothes

In normal clothes
"I'm usually addorned With oddities. To many, my pants, boots, and gauntlets look normal enough, but I wear strange armor and an even stranger helmet. My armor is covered in various trinkets I had collected over the years. These trinkets range from antique medals to various scales from previous monster attacks. The only other thing on it is a sheath to carry my knife. Even I would say that my helmet is the strangest item in my possession. It is a unique horned helmet with a marking at the eyes that resembles glasses. There are two slits on this marking that allows me to see. It also has a single slit near the mouth for me to breath and speak easily. It is not uncommon for people to mistake me for a unique monster when they see me. It's also not uncommon for them to mistake me for a man when I wear my armor! It's quite entertaining to see people's faces when they hear my voice. When traveling, I carry a large blue cloth, which acts as a bag to carry a seperate, rare set of armor and a greatsword.

Style/Levels: Puppets 5, Healing Magic 4, fisticuffs 3

Weapons: a small knife, and technically a greatsword that his puppet uses.

Personality: "Hmm...I would say that I have a generally upbeat attitude towards others. The only moment I show annoyance is when others touch my puppet. I have a love of odd items, often attempting to collect those items if no one else claims them, or if they are of no particular use to anyone. My eyes have grown accustom to viewing the smaller details, which helps me see silver tongues and whatnot. When it comes to fighting, I tend to act according to what I think would get me to walk away alive, rather than what I can do to defeat my opponent. That is, only if I don't think I can prevail. I only resort to survival actions when I'm in a pinch. That isn't to say that I would be cowardly enough to strike deals with intelligent enemies in order to save myself. One trait of mine that I expect people to dislike is the fact that I will loot a body if it has something that interests me. The one thing that will enrage me is when a person touches my little sister's doll. It would take a considerable amount of time for me to get over it. I wouldn't go so far as to let them die or anything.

History: As a child, Freya had always admired travelers. She loved the different types of clothing they wore, she liked the stories that some of them would tell the her and the other children, and she especially loved the foreign items that they brought with them. She would gaze at them in awe as their foreign beauty amazed her. She would dream of Travelling, and seeing all those foreign objects up close. Of course, her interest in collecting oddities did not entirely stem from this. It was also a result from her younger sister's interest in foreign items. They would often attempt to create their own strange items, similar to the ones travelers show to them. Out of all their attempts, however, only one item they crafted gave them the same interest they had toward the real items. It was a doll, one unlike anything they thought they could make.
This doll was the only toy they kept as they grew.
Freya eventually became a traveller, though not because she wanted to. Her sister had fallen ill with a disease that no one in her region knew how to cure. Freya thought that she could find a foreign cure for her. Along her travels, she collected various trinkets that she thought her sister would like. As she traversed the other regions, she would eventually find herself in a ruin. She had heard from a doctor that there was an herb that could help her sister heal. She not only found the herb, but also found her current armor and helmet.
With what she found, Freya hurried to return to her sister. When she did return, she found her gone from her bed. At first she thought she was dead, but others informed her that a Travelling doctor had arrived and fell in love with her. He helped her back to health using the same type of herb that Freya had found. Freya was glad to find that her sister had joined the doctor on his travels.
Leaving the oddities and trinkets she had collected back in their room, Freya set on her path again to travel. This time with the full intent on finding interesting objects. This journey would teach her the basics of puppet magic. Learned how to do this in response to finding a rare set of armor and a greatsword that was like nothing she had ever seen. She knew how to shrink and increase the size of the armor, but wanted to keep its original size, so she would wrap it in a blue cloth she bought, and physically carry it's full weight. This slowed her travels down, but when she used it, it did not disappoint.

Current abilities:
Etra:
Puppets 1 - Large puppet
Armor Puppet: Freya animates the armor set he carries, and manipulates its assembly for a moment. When the assembly is finished, the armor wields a greatsword in one gauntlet. Freya manipulates its movements for battle. When Freya isn't concentrating on the puppet, it disassembles.

Assembling Dash Attack : Freya dashes toward a foe while carrying her armor puppet, then jumps, using momentum to push her forward. She releases her grip on the armor and reassembles it, while also manipulating a gauntlet to a) grab the greatsword and slash at the foe, or b) send a punch toward the foe, all while assembling Into its full puppet form.

Puppet Sky Assault: Freya shrinks the armor and throws it toward her foe, then returns it to its original size for an aerial attack.

The Armor Puppet

Armor Puppet Etra:
Shockwave Crush: the puppet jams the greatsword into the ground, using enough force to cause a shockwave to knock foes down. The shockwave range is 1 foot away from the puppet, 360 degrees around it.

Heavy Sword Thrust: Puppet dashes a small distance, thrusting the point of the greatsword with strebgth from the momentum.

Spin Attack: Puppet spins, while swing the sword.

Why are you on this journey?: "I am a collector of sorts. I collect various items that others consider strange. I wish to find more on my travels."

Miscellaneous: Freya carries her sister's doll hidden on her person. He will do absolutely anything to prevent it from being damaged.

Freya

With armor on


Without armor on

Relationship Chart

Celosia: "She seems to be a nice girl with good intentions at heart. Her stubbornness will be of concern only if facing a situation between what should be done, and what must be done. But then again, none of us would be able to make a right decision in that situation. Her eyes easily show that she had lost something close to her. She doesn't seem to have any interesting items."

Sin: "He seems to be distant from everyone, and keeps his distance. That would probably drive him to a mental downfall. A lonely journey is one you risk all that you are...or something like that. His scimitar looks nice, but aside from a black tint, it's just a sharper than normal scimitar."

Zico: "He looks charming, but one can spot a silver tongue easily if dealt with one before. His smart mouth may bring him into unfavorable situations. He has a good eye for value, and I've even caught him looking at my own oddities and trinkets. It's nice that he likes them. Despite his aristocratic attire, he doesn't seem to have anything That interests me."

Tyrell: "He hates it when he's mistaken for a girl. I wonder what would happen if I were to tease him about his appearance? The artifact that houses his friend, Elizabeth, is definitely an interesting item, but I'm not one to attempt to seperate partners."

Nathimys: "There's always a dislikeable trait in everyone, but I'd like to think that there's a likeable trait in everyone too! Nathimys' is his...uh...his lightheartedness? He doesn't seem to have any interesting items, but his claws are unique."

Joscelin: "She seems like a nice girl. Her sense of Justice is much more easy to see than the others. She definitely has an interesting outfit. I think my sister would like it too. "

Jythrel: "I must admit, the lecherous part of him creeps me out, but aside from that he's a nice person to go to when you want to hear a good story, or just a nice conversation. Jythrel keeps a great many things in his bag. It's interesting how many things he can fit in it."

Leon: "More of a wanderer than a traveller, but there's not much of a difference anymore is there? Simply looking into his eyes reveal that he had lost as much as Celosia had. He doesn't seem to have any interesting items."

Mayaquen: "He's a curious person, isn't he? Not much of a conversationalist, but he doesn't seem to want trouble. His attire is interesting."

Jitters: "Seeing a skeleton isn't something new to me, and besides, a living skeleton is interesting to see! It is curious how any sound can come from Jitters, since its vocal chords are completely gone. It doesn't seem to have any interesting items."

Ava: "some of the others seem intimidated by her, while the rest pity her. I wonder why? She's a quiet girl, she doesn't really bother anyone that much, and she has the eyes of a mature girl. Maybe it's because she's from an aristocratic family? Her scorpion puppet looks interesting, but it's clearly boobytrapped."

Atalee: "She is very devout to the Goddess Vexa. I'm not part of her religion, but I must admire her for the lengths she will go. She deeply cares for everyone, and I assume she prays for us. I wonder how she thinks of all of us? Her ring and locket are Iinteresting, but I should respect their sentimental value to her."

Azelius Dural: "He seems like an okay person. I definitely won't feel comfortable near him, but that's only because of his gauntlets. Although they are interesting, I'm afraid that merely touching them would be something I would not do. Because of their power, the anything I have may be damaged. To be honest, there's only one thing in particular I do not want damaged or destroyed."

Beatrice Fendbane: "I can always respect others, but to be honest, I worry about her. I don't have a problem with her hatred, but the same can't be said for everyone she'll come across. She doesn't have any interesting items, but her magic is unique. Of course, Magic is more of a deeply personal thing in my eyes."

Anneka: "She's certainly an adventurous child isn't she? She seems to harbor no ill will toward anyone, but she isn't knowledgeable of the world's evils. I hope she will be prepared for them. Her beads and bangles look interesting.

[Laughing Matter]

Name: Azelius Dural

Age: 20

Appearance: Long reddish brown hair, eyes of almost the same color, a lean muscular build, and above average height. He wears a simple gray tunic and light brown boots. Azelius is also always seen wearing his gauntlet on his left hand.

Style/Levels: Weaponry: Level 5 | Fisticuffs: Level 4 | Combat Magic: Level 3

Current Abilities: Weaponry Level 1 (Resonance Gauntlet)

Armor Breaker

Azelius simply touches someone with his gauntlet and as its name implies, breaks apart whatever armor the enemy has on. Exposed flesh will obviously fare no better. This works not by pure brute force, but by resonating with the material's inner structure, which results in its destruction. In a way, the material falls on its own "willingly" instead of being overcome by superior power. However, sufficiently durable materials can resist this process for a period of time, at least enough for a combat situation.

Resonance Blasts

Azelius fires bluish purple blasts of energy at his foes, which causes the same resonance effect described above. However, this is not as efficient as directly touching them.

Resonance Field

Azelius surrounds himself with a dome of the same energy he can fire. This forcefield is intended to break down any weapon that comes his way, but like with the Resonance Blasts, the process isn't as efficient as direct contact.

Weapons: His Resonance Gauntlet

Personality: Azelius is generally brash, blunt, and outspoken. He is confident in his abilities, perhaps overly so, which can be seen by others as arrogance. He's also not the type of person to work with others if he can help it and prefers to do things by himself without being bogged down (in his point of view) by other people. Azelius doesn't like to be associated with a pack of any kind. His most defining trait is his thrill-seeker attitude in regards to battle. Azelius refuses to wear any sort of protective gear and instead relies on his gauntlet and his quickness. In his mind, fights aren't exciting if the enemy can't end you in a single blow.

History: Born in a small village somewhere in Farecia, Azelius once dreamed of being a knight at the age of eight. He usually practiced with mock weapons his father, a renowned weaponsmith, made for him to foster his interest. Azelius also challenged other boys to fights constantly, and most of them couldn't even land a single hit on him. He eventually became known for his quick feet in the village and while his parents weren't quite fond of their son's habit of picking fights, they couldn't deny his talent.

When he came of age, Azelius signed up for the Farecian military. While his aptitude for pure combat is high, Azelius is unable to work with others and unwilling to follow orders. He eventually gets kicked out and returns to his village. Azelius tells his parents he couldn't quite make the cut. He was disappointed in himself, though his parents thought no less of him, despite the rejection.

Days later, news was heard of a group of monsters heading for the village. Farecian troops were going to be sent to deal with them, but they would be too late in their arrival. Azelius took matters into his own hands and darted towards his father's forge, taking his masterpiece, the Resonance Gauntlet. Everyone tried to stop him, but Azelius was far too determined to back down. He arrived at the outskirts of his village and fought the beasts. His formidable speed and agility ensured that not one of them touched him while he in turn destroyed them in a few blows, thanks to his gauntlet. It was there that Azelius realized the thrill that comes with putting himself in great danger and discovered the excitement of a battle where any hit can mean death. He never wanted to be a knight for the honor or prestige, no, he merely wanted the adrenaline rush from life or death situations. Azelius returned to his village as a hero and his father acknowledged him as the owner of the gauntlet. Two days later, he tells everyone he knows that he'd be leaving the village to fight more monsters, taking the gauntlet with him. His father offered to make some armor for him, but Azelius refused, saying he'll be fine as is.

From that point on, he journeyed throughout various parts of the kingdom and even outside it, taking various odd jobs, most of them related to extermination of monsters or killing off gangs of criminals. Azelius wandered from battlefield to battlefield, seeking thrill after thrill, and lived life as close to the edge as possible. He of course gained monetary compensation for his deeds, but those were merely means to keep himself in the game.

Why are you on this journey?

He's in it for the thrill he gets from fighting.

Miscellaneous: Azelius sometimes spits on the ground whenever he hears something he dislikes.

[The Pluto Knight]

Name
Beatrice Fendbane

Age
31

Appearance
underneath her armor lies a light build of muscle. Her skin is tan, and her hair is brown and somewhat short.

[Center]Styles and Levels
Combat Magic 5, Weapon (bow and arrow) 2, Weapon (sword) 1, summon 4

Current Abilities
combat Magic 1

Etra 1: Diseased Flame
An orb of fire forms in Beatrice's grasp, and she throws it. If the target is hit, then the orb will create a small explosion of flame that lingers for 5 seconds before disappearing. This flame releases a poison that causesslowly eats away at the target unless cured. The price of this spell is that the arm used to execite it is burned. The more the arm uses the spell, the worse the burn gets.

Etra 2: Life Siphon
Beatrice throws an orb of magic at an enemy. If hit, the enemy will suffer some sort of small injury (cut, bruise, etc.), while Beatrice regains stamina. The price of this spell Iis to suffer 3 times the pain of the injury inflicted on the target.

Etra 3: Gamble Mass
3 orbs of magic levitate behind Beatrice. When commanded, one, two, or all orbs are launched at one or more targets. Each orb randomly chooses the effect of one of her other spells, witht the exception of "Circle of Injury." The price of this spell is 10 minutes of pain at a random time after usage.

Etra 4: Frozen Lightning
A lightning bolt froms in Beatrice's grasp, which is thrown. If it hits its target, it is frozen in place by ice. After 5 seconds the ice disappears and the rarget is able to move again. The price of this spell makes the arm that was used to cast it limp and useless for a minute.

Etra 5: Circle of Injury
An orb of magic takes form in Beatrice's grasp. When thrown, it passes through flesh and hair. When the orb touches the ground, a 5-foot large circle appears where It hit. For 10 seconds anything In that circle is quickly inflicted with minor injuries that can grow into more serious injuries unless it exits its range. It's price is a broken bone after usage. A detriment is that people can move out of the circle with ease. [/center]

Weapons
An Estoc, a silver shortsword, and a longbow with a quiver of arrows

Personality
She. HATES. Deities. The way she sees things, people who worship gods never seem to think for themselves. Most of the time, they watch their actions in fear of their gods, and do kind actions in love of them. Beatrice sees people like that as "less than human", using the argument that they never think for themselves and follow the command of someone who never gives direct orders and is never physically there.
Years of being locked up in a prison had taken away the sense of caring in her mind, and any chance of her joining a religion was immediately destroyed. She gained violent tendencies made in response to violent devotees that were plentiful In her village.
She still hesitates to hurt someone that she dislikes, though she will feel a strong urge to do it. This is because she chooses not to be a fool and make more enemies. Though that reason is also used as an excuse to kill people that she feels threatened by.
Aside from being antisocial, she will often speak in an annoyed manner. On some occassions, she will become crestfallen, and attempt to not to speak.

History
Some would say that herhatred of gods stems from thr loss of a loved one. This would be incorrect. Her hatred stems from something more impact than even that. As a child, she grew in an extremist village, a village that was overly devout to their gods. Every action the villagers did was done in a way that they thought would please their idols. Anyone who sinned, however slight, was severely punished, being imprisoned within a tower for a tine period based on how severe the sin was.
Beatrice was an unfortinate child. Although she was taught the same beliefs as the other children In her village, she was too curious about the way their gods worked. Her questions, however childish, angered the adults. Her questions were not enough to get her punished, but it fueled the flames of hatred that would worsen her punishment that led to her own. All she had done was trip and break a statuette of a god, and yet the adults were so infuriated that they beat her and sent her to the tower. The adults were clearly overreacting, but no one disagreed with the decision to keep Beatrice locked away until she was a teenager. Her parents were the ones who had proposed It.
All throughout her years of imprisonment, she had to suffer a fate worse than the torture of the uncountable moans and cries of other prisoners. She had to suffer the feeling of time coming to a halt. Prisoners were forced to keep quiet or risk getting beaten in their cell, or having their stay extended. Their cells were windowless, and separated from others. The guards only appeared to a prisoner under three circumstances. To feed them, to beat them, or to free them. The feeling of lonliness was strong, and may cause mental damage, but you cannot feel time move, then you can go insane.
Despite her circumstances, her questions grew in number. Why did they do this? What point is there in this punishment. Why is this inhumane punishment even done on children? She would think and think and think, until she came to a solution. It was their gods' fault. Their mere existence had led her village to such inhumanity. She got it into her head that all they do is sit on their thrones and laugh as their followers do foolish and depraved actions in their name.
She harbored and nurtered that hatred as her sentence continued. By the time she was let out, her intentions were to oppose them. But she was smart. She spent the next few years learning how to use combat magic from the mages of her village, and the years after that making attempts to modify them to do things that they were never meant to do. The modifications had come at a price. The unnatural effects forced the spells to be too strong for her body, giving painful after effects after each use. Beatrice didn't care about the price she had to pay, however. She had the ability to right the wrongs done to her.
After stealing a suit of armor from the village elder's home, she began to use her spells against her village. In her eyes, her people were too inhumane to let live.
It took her one night to destroy the village, and she spent 5 months recovering. After all was done, she set out on a journey to defile altars to gods, and break people free from their grasp...After long years of work, she had little impact on others. Many times was she locked up. Many times did she have to run or fight warriors devoted to their gods. She was tired. Oh so tired. Now crestfallen, but still strong to her hatred, she searches for a place where no god or devotee would bother her.

Why are you on this journey?
"I only wish to live in peace, in a place where gods and their devotees will not bother me."

Miscellaneous
Beatrice tends to lean on things rather than sit.

Beatrice

Celosia Alesea: There was a woman who had a sword pointed at her. The frustration I saw from her when the wielder of that blade disappeared had shown all too clearly that she had been hunting him down for quite a while.

Sinpher "Sin" Randol: (Hasn't met yet)

Zico al'Soma: There was a man who had lost a note to a combination of wind and crossbow bolts.

Tyrell Varn: (Hasn't met yet)

Nathimys Bayias: There was a creep that attempted to speak with the killer. Strange.

Joscelin Voclain: She is the only obe who made an attempt to check on everyone who witnessed the Wind Etra.

Freya Yates: (Hasn't met yet)

Jythrel Arbrick: There was a man who made a move to attack the killer. He ultimately failed, bit managed to break some crossbow bolts.

Leon Thorne: There a man who wanted to see if the woman closest to the killer was okay. He was the second person to check on her though.

Mayaquen: (Hasn't met yet)

Jitters: (Hasn't met yet)

Ava Zayan: That girl...She had a very peculiar puppet. Earlier some bolts had come from it. They were headed towards the killer.

Azelius Dural: There was a red-haired man who walked away dissapointed. Did he want the killer to murder another person?

Anneka Lavelle: A little girl appeared after the killer disappeared. She seemed a bit confused.

Atalee Vayshalum: The first one to check on the woman who had been tossed to the ground by the killer, was another woman. Her clothes give her a look that I dislike.

[confidence]

Name:
Anneka Lavelle

Age:
22

Appearance:
Anneka is considered a beauty, with her bright eyes and even brighter hair. She sticks out mostly because of her hair, a pink-orange shade usually tied into pigtails, and despite her unimpressive height, her slender figure keeps her from appearing pixie-like and cute. Her skin is tanned from all of her loitering and exploring in the sun, and she has a couple of faint scars from getting attacked by thieves a few years ago. She dresses strangely, obsessed with beads and bangles and looking pretty. She wears a pink bralette and a brown skirt with a belt that contains various bags to hold her money and other strange trinkets.

Style/Levels:
Fisticuffs 5 // Healing Magic 4 // Weaponry (Bow and Arrow) // Combat Magic 1

Current Abilities:
Level 1 Fisticuffs - Anneka is strong enough to fight and inflict major injuries, lift heavy things, and carry on throughout her journey without getting tired as easily as others, but has little skill and/or experience actually fighting.

Scream - With a single scream, her strength is increased, the amount by which she is strengthened changing with the vibrations and frequency of her scream. The higher it goes, the stronger she gets - and the more pain she inflicts, on both the victim's body and ears. The extra strength persists for the duration of her scream.

Palm - Whether it be a slap to the face, a pat to the bottom, or a shove to the chest, her palm releases power with extra strength.

Strike - Anneka's accuracy is increased for one blow, and the blow she chooses to inflict is one that inflicts nearly no external damage but a completely internal one. However, it requires more preparation than other etras and is harder to use during actual combat because of her inexperience and the lack of time allowed.

Grip - Once Anneka wraps her hand around a certain body part, her opponent is unable to move it for a few moments, varying depending on the strength with which Anneka grabbed the opponent and how long she was able to grip it. It is said to feel like an invisible hand literally crushing the bone. However, she is only able to use the grip when the opponent is already significantly weakened.

Block-Blow - Once close enough to her opponent, Anneka blocks all attacks and lands a single punch to the chest, causing the victim to lose their breath for a few seconds

Weapons:
A bow and a bag of arrows that Anneka stole from her father when she ran away. She's been practicing and she's able to hit her target about 70% of the time. It's rather inconvenient to carry around a bow and arrows on her back as she travels, but Anneka is determined to master it.

Personality:
Anneka is... a handful. She's bright and eager, impulsive, curious, and almost always excited about something. She acts on her emotions and impulses, often jumping into various situations and even conversations without completely understanding going on. She's a little ignorant of the world's evils, and although her naivety can be charming, it can also be unsettling and even foolish. She's eager to help others, and even more eager to be useful to someone, anyone, but her innate desire to please everyone around her usually ends in disappointment on her part. Anneka is extremely loyal and likes everyone she meets, finding them interesting at the very least. She's childish, laughing often and playing often. She prefers to be silly than to be serious, and when she is expected to calm down, she gets quiet and introspective, reflecting on every word she says before she actually speaks. She's rather maternal and tries to look out for everyone, whether her help is needed or not. She's passionate and feels everything with great strength, but is rather fickle and easily persuaded to think otherwise.

History:
Try growing up under an oppressive father who won't let you leave the house alone even when you're 22. Anneka grew up painfully sheltered, shielded due to being the fourth child of the Lavelle family, but the first to stay alive after the age of four - mostly because her mother was a little insane and tried to 'burn away the impurities' of her children through the flames when her husband wasn't looking. By the time Anneka was born, her father knew better. He sent his wife to another home faraway, and raised little Anneka, his Annie, on his own. That is, he hired maids and governesses to look after her. The Lavelles had a long history of wealth, and Anneka was by no means lonely. She became everyone's favorite. The cook made special treats for her, the maids let her jump on her bed even as they were trying to straighten the sheets, and her governess helped her cheat on her homework. They did their best to keep her down to earth, but regardless of their best efforts, she grew up headstrong and insistent, overly curious, a little rude, but always sweet enough to balance everything out. The older she became, the more she longed for some adventure, some actual fun, but her father was very clear on her staying home, where he could keep an eye on her. With a pout, Anneka obeyed, but her friends at home were getting older and eventually, most of the people she had grown up with were either passed away, or they had been fired. She was bored, and lonely, and worst of all, impulsive. She had a few friends but she never saw them, and was therefore the 'strange girl,' who had almost no street smarts, knew nothing about how to live on her own, and was practically useless. She knew how to get along with adults, but her peers all routinely rejected her, again and again. She was too eager, too enthusiastic, too curious and too expectant to have any real friends, and most of them thought she was strange. Thus, Anneka grew up alone.

She figured things would be easier if she had a real mother, but she had no idea who her mother was, or where she was, or what had happened to her. She had been biting her tongue for a long eighteen years because she was afraid to bring it up, for fear of hurting her father, the only man in her life, but the question burned on her lips and she finally blurted it out, a frenzied falling of words like rain from the sky. Her father looked at Anneka and told her, plainly, the truth, without feeling, as if he had grown used to the cold emptiness of his bed after the years. Shocked, appalled, and overwhelmed, impulsive Anneka ran to her room and stayed there, thinking, refusing to cry or mourn her mother, only processing the information. She had been kept close to her father because of a woman who was already far away. Although Anneka wasn't extraordinarily clever, she was quick enough to realize how strange the overall situation was and decided to venture out on her own anyways. She packed up her things, stole a few things from the house that she reasoned her father wouldn't miss, and left. Not just because she had lost her sense of family in the world, but also because she figured a nice adventure would be fun, too. And didn't she deserve it, after so many years of restrictions?

It wasn't hard finding people who wanted to help Anneka; people were drawn to her like a moth to a flame, she burned so brightly and her smile glowed even brighter. But there were always strange men on the roads, too, and although it took her quite a few unfortunate events, Anneka figured out how to survive on her own - just barely.

Why are you on this journey?:
"It seems like an adventure to me!"

Miscellaneous:
Anneka's extremely sensitive about her family and her past, thinking people will find her strange again if they know how sheltered she was.

Relationship Sheet

Celosia Alesea: "She's so sweet. She's beautiful, and kind, and strong, too, and I admire Celosia a lot for being so balanced in her characteristics. She manages to be hopeful and still be respected, even though it's clear she's gone through a lot - what traveler hasn't? I want to get to know her better, but I'm actually not sure what she thinks of me at all."

Sinpher "Sin" Randol: "He seems.. I don't know, heartless? Emotionless? It's scary, but there has to be something inside of him that cares for others. Right?"

Zico al'Soma: "He's handsome and charming and hard not to like, but there is a sort of eeriness about his persona that makes him hard to trust. It's a good thing I left behind everything valuable or had it stolen before we met, though, because I've heard the rumors."

Tyrell Varn: "Tyrell's adorable! But apparently, vicious too. Not someone to mess with, got it."

Nathimys Bayias: "He's scary when he's fighting, and it's a little disconcerting how he's so different when he's not on the battlefield, actually. It's confusing, and I don't understand how he can be both. It's not that I dislike him or am revolted by him; I just don't completely understand him."

Joscelin Voclain: "It's fun to play with Joscelin, but it sure gets tiring. Even my strength has limits! People seem to think we're very similar, but I don't think so. I'm not as loud as she is, or as relentless in her playing."

Freya Yates: "She's so funny, picking at odd things and stuff. It's kind of cute, the way she's so fascinated by little objects. But she does seem very close to a thief, and she doesn't go after monetary value either, just whatever fancies her interest. That's a little dangerous, don't you think?"

Jythrel Arbrick: "He's basically the sibling I've never had. Except way older, you know. But he has the best stories and I like talking to him. He makes me laugh."

Leon Thorne: "He seems a little... sad sometimes, but he's so nice and friendly I usually forget that every traveler has a reason for traveling. I don't know what his is, and I'm not going to ask, but I would like to know why he seems a little off sometimes."
Mayaquen: "He's a little hard to keep a conversation going with, but that's okay. He'll warm up to me eventually. Until then, though, I just want to be his friend."

Jitters: "He's kind of... scary, isn't he? So tall! But he seems to be... I don't know, human, too, even though he doesn't say much and he's some 'undead' legend or something. I like him. He's a little intimidating, but that doesn't mean he's not my friend, right?"

Ava Zayan: "She's so... scary. I try really hard to like her but it's like there's nothing warm at all inside of her, and that scares me a lot."

Azelius Dural "He tries so hard to be by himself! I'm going to try to help him understand that he doesn't have to be alone. He can be rude but I want to be his friend. I want to see him smile just once."

Beatrice Fendbane: "She seems kind of harsh a lot of the time, and I don't really want to bother her, so I leave her alone. But who knows, maybe one day I'll actually be brave enough to start a conversation with her."

Atalee Vayshalum: "I like her. She's so passionate and strong and so deeply rooted in her beliefs, and it's fascinating. She's very tethered to a strong ideal, and I admire that about her."