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You know you're getting old when you start getting excited after discovering a new cleaning product that makes it SO, SO MUCH easier to clean stains from the bathroom floor.
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You know you're getting old when you start getting excited after discovering a new cleaning product that makes it SO, SO MUCH easier to clean stains from the bathroom floor.
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I'm back! Still recovering but I'm finally home again.
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So... I ended up having to be hospitalized... Doing fine but not enough to go home yet. Sorry for the delays. Hopefully will be back home this week.
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I've just realized that in all the 9 years I've been part of this site, I've never had to change my name, make an alt account or anything like that!
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Bio
"Humanity takes great pride in three things. Their willpower, their greed and their mortality.
Their will and endless greed allows them to grow and ascend past other creatures But their mortality denies them divinity
It's a delightful purgatory between being Fallen and being Divine"
Also, I found some free time I wrote up an update to make up the delay. However, my schedule is still iffy so for now, we'll update on Saturday and the next one will be on Tuesday.
Also also, I think we've gone long enough for me to ask this question: Are you guys enjoying this RP? Do you have any complaints or suggestions to me to improve this RP?
EDIT: I forgot to include Bast in the update but now I've done so. SARRY.
Should I wait for Goddess to make her next post? (maybe the closing post idk) Or should I just post for Bast?
Ominar, Victorious Secrets Day 3: 9am interacting with: @Tuujaimaa's Nabriales and @Raijinslayer's Damian
That wasn't an enjoyable visit, she was certain about that. Until Nabriales teleported her back to the store, she wouldn't stand down. She didn't know if she would ever be able to talk with that Nabriales guy without exchanging veiled threats. On Corinna's eyes, they were completely and utterly incompatible. He simply wouldn't stop blabbering about his power, about her not being a threat and what essentially were threats and obvious displays to try and drive her to a corner. That made her incredibly angry.
She heard carefully as he said about her little game with Damian, talking about how the boy was sworn to him, and how he sworn to protect him & etc. Something in his tone hinted to Corinna that he viewed Damian more as his possession than a person per se... Regarding that, he and Corinna might even be somewhat similar, despite his attempts to tell otherwise.
Nabriales himself didn't seem to understand the atmosphere, and how Corinna was right now, as he kept talking and delaying, instead of just sending her back. But the worst of it all, was yet to come... His next words only made things even worse... Another one of his attempts to show himself superior, he said that he would be equally comfortable if he was in her home, stating how it would be within the risks he consider 'acceptable' and how he was incapable of feeling fear...
Briefly after his little display, he said that he would like Corinna to take the wine as a gift... Did he even understand what was happening right now? The mere mention of him giving her a gift after his words were simply insulting and revolting... Corinna's expression changed noticeably, the unsettling smile she had previously giving place to a completely neutral expression, her eyes burning with anger even more than before and her spider legs curving themselves forward, pointing towards Nabriales.
"The playtime is over, alchemist. The clock is ticking, my patience is really running thin. You have no clue on how to talk with a lady, no clue how to assess the situation we're currently in, and you lack the ability to read the atmosphere... Your ego is simply so big that you think no one can ever touch you, right? I had my suspicions before, but its clear now... We are completely, utterly and irrevocably incompatible. Your veiled threats, your constant attempts to sound, act and try to convince me that you're simply superior, and that I'm not even worthy of your preoccupation... What makes you think that you are as untouchable as you think? What makes you think that I'm as harmless and as worthless as you suppose I am?" Corinna said, without even blinking, with a stare that seemed to pierce his soul.
"Take me back to the store. I appreciate the gifts, but it will take a while until I consider coming back here. Obviously, I'm not good enough for even you considering being polite with me, right? I'm simply not dangerous enough so you would at least mind your words nearby me, isn't that correct?" Corinna said to him, with a hiss.
"I will accept the wine, but the only potion I want right now, is your blood." She said to him in a serious tone. It was impossible to know if she meant that literally or figuratively, but the fact that her fangs were appearing as she spoke might hint the first one.
"I'm certain that both of us are interested on things that the other might have, but that's it. I'm absolutely not interested in you, and I can see that you are not interested on me. I realize that you need some things I have, and I need some things you have, but it will be simply impossible to negotiate without any bloodshed if we continue like this." Corinna said.
"Even someone as dense as you are, would obviously be able to realize the situation we're in right now and read the atmosphere. Please, take me back to the store. This will be my last warning. I am extremely irritated right now, and it happens that I am also rather... famished. So don't test me, Nabriales." Corinna said, piercing him with her eyes.
"If you ask me, your inability of feeling fear, is a lethal weakness. It only hampers your ability to assess a dangerous situation. Mind your steps, Nabriales. Even the most dangerous predators, can turn into prey in the blink of an eye if they are not careful enough. Fear is an important tool both for a predator and a prey." she said to Nabriales.
Corinna was still inside his house, and inside his store. Nabriales kept telling her how he could kill her, how she wasn't even a threat to him, how he was so incredibly powerful & etc... His endless boasting not only made her incredibly mad, but also made her uncomfortable. Corinna was a predator. One of the first rules of being a predator is to NEVER underestimate anyone. Be smart, be intelligent, move carefully, never blindly trust anyone. A man that was so confident with the situation, even after Corinna's clear demonstrations of hostility, should certainly have a plan, or maybe he was trying to buy time until others arrived to help him. Anyways, Corinna wouldn't simply sit down and wait until something happens.
Immediately after she finished talking, he teleported her to the store. On the floor, next to her, there was a basket, with the so called 'gifts' Nabriales had spoken of a while ago. Inside the basket, there was a bottle of the same wine she drank on his house, the lingeries that Damian chose for her, and a vial of the same potion Nabriales gave to Damian a while ago.
The second she found herself back on the store, her expression immediately changed, going back to the neutral and charming smile she had when she entered, retracting her spider legs and quickly putting back her gloves. But there was one thing that didn't change at all. Her eyes were still giving off an incredibly threatening aura.
"Hmpf..." Corinna said, passing her hands on her dress and putting her silk gloves, in order to look exactly the same way when she got in the store.
That small misadventure left Corinna incredibly irritated and hungry. If she continued walking around the city, something was bound to happen, and then she wouldn't be able to hold herself anymore... The best she could do right now was simply going home, eating something and calming herself down. With those thoughts, she got the gift basket and started walking towards the exit.
Previous Magic training: Novice, only the necessary to perform on the circus he was born in.
Race: Human Naerse
Appearance:
Henri has light blonde, almost white short hair, and a face that would make any maiden envious. Due to his job as a performer in the Larue Circus, taking care of his appearance is somewhat important. His delicate face and smooth skin are evidences of this fact.
Standing at 5'8", he has a deceptively slender body. Trained since he was born, he moves almost like a cat thanks to his agility and almost unbelievable flexibility. His body, although not as bulky and tough looking, is very muscular, to the point that he can support his own weight with one hand with ease. Needless to say, a contortionist, acrobat and knife juggler / thrower needs to have complete control over his own muscles.
Henri usually wears almost skintight pants and shirts, a simple, red cowl, some belts and pouches to hold his knives and some other useful things for a performance and some silk bandages around his forearms. He doesn't have a particular taste for clothes per se, for him, as long as its comfortable and flexible enough for him to jump and move freely, he will wear anything.
Maybe that is due to him being raised in an itinerant street circus, but he is almost never seen without his knives. The number of daggers he has hidden on his body is unbelievable, leading to some pretty ridiculous situations when he needs to enter a place where weapons are not permitted.
Equipment:
-Bandages (Made of silk): They have some... Unusual uses. Silk is expensive, but these 'bandages' were given to him because they are part of the materials he uses for his performances. On combat, they have many, many uses, including wrapping around limbs to prevent someone from moving or making them fall, or even being used just like a rope dart, tying it on the end of one of his daggers to throw it and swing it. The silk is the perfect material for these type of things, as it is incredibly light (easily manipulated by wind magic) and incredibly resistant.
Bio:
The Larue are a very well known itinerant troupe, having some of the most fantastical artists and performances around. Not having a fixed home, they are constantly traveling, hopping from town to town, doing their shows in trade of a place to stay and some money. Their presence in a town is almost always noted both by noblemen and common folk alike. With almost two centuries of history, there were multiple generations of Larue artists that were born, lived and died using this same name.
The history behind the origin of the Larue troupe is actually pretty interesting. No one knows, or seems to remember the exact reason for the first members to leave behind their old lives completely, rejecting their possessions, names, homes, not mattering if they were rich or poor, and dedicate their entire lives to the nomadic, colorful and happy lifestyle that became the trademark of the Larue troupe. This tradition is not as widely followed as before, and the Larue are extremely rigid about accepting new members on their family, but sometimes, there is a person who really has the heart and soul of a Larue and is willing to give up on their previous life to join them.
One reason why the Larue became more rigid about accepting others is that as the time went on, the Larue became an actual family, with actual blood ties. With the Larue troupe created, many of their members developed romantic interests for one another, due to living together, acting like a family & etc. As a result, many of them married and had kids with members of the own troupe. After nearly two centuries and many generations, the "Larue" name became synonym of those who have almost perfect physiques, due to their incessant training and genetic traits.
Henri Larue, born from two members of the Larue troupe, was raised amongst dancers, acrobats, storytellers, knife throwers and many other artists. Due to this upbringing, is not surprising that he also came to enjoy those arts. Henri grew up to be an incredibly beautiful boy, having a smooth skin and delicate face, enough to make even noblewomen envy him. But beauty wasn't everything that young Henri had... He also was blessed not only with an incredibly flexible and agile body, but he was also blessed with mageblood. Magebloods are incredibly rare, but there were a small few mageblooded Larues in the troupe. Learning the basics on how to use his power, Henri quickly became one of the main attractions on the shows. Dangerous, exciting, exhilarating, marvelous... these were just some of the adjectives used to describe Henri's performances. Ones of the most daring acts he performed, included the silk bandages on his arms, a knife and a 'target'. By discreetly tying the bandage in the end of one of his knives, he would throw it in such a way that it was certain to hit his partner. The knife would stop inches away from his partner's face. By use a tiny bit of wind magic, a faint breeze would blow under the bandages, making them stand upright, with the dagger hanging on the other end. Other interesting numbers involved him using his wind magic to make impossible movements by making him faster or creating small breezes to move the bandages, creating beautiful patterns with the silk and obscuring the public's view, deceive and manipulate their perceptions in illusion tricks.
But the streets are not kind to everyone... Having a nomadic lifestyle also means knowing how to defend themselves, and sometimes... how to steal to survive. The only rule amongst the Larue was to never steal out of pure greed and not be caught while stealing, as it would affect the troupe's reputation, and it was incredibly effective. Nobody had never caught a Larue stealing anything. Most often, they thought that it was the work of common pickpocketers that were common to appear anywhere with a lot of people. The Larue weren't just artists. They were only able to live the way they did because they earned it. It took an incredible amount of courage, or foolishness, to mess with a Larue. Both mind and body polished over years and years, made them incredibly cunning and dangerous opponents. Henri was no different, with an incredible prowess with knives, and a strong and agile body, Henri sure knew how to take care of himself, even without using his magic.
After he turned 18, the opportunity arised for him to further train his magic powers on the Twilight College. Henri had no reason not to go, and besides that, he would love to know more about the one thing that surpassed any comon sense, the one thing that was always a mystery to him, magic. Packing the few things he had, he departed. It would be... lonely to be away from the cheerful and happy day to day and the heartful laughter from the troupe...
Good Attributes:
Acrobat/Parkour: Henri has an incredibly agile, flexible body and balance. Although he is not as light and weightless as the elves, being able to jump through the trees and walk over thin ice, his body has a good balance between power and speed. Taking out the weight factor, he can keep up even with an elf depending on the location and circumstances.
Jack of Blades: Henri always had a weird attachment to daggers and knives, and can handle them like no one. Be it throwing or wielding them.
Trickster's Blessing: Unpredictable movements, attacks and having both tongue and mind as sharp as his daggers make him an incredibly dangerous opponent both in a combat or out. The worse thing one can do when fighting against him is taking its eyes off Henri.
Disguise Presence: The streets aren't a kind place... Sometimes, its better to be a nobody, a ghost, instead of having a strong presence and be noted.
Crazy Legs: Although Henri has never trained any martial arts before, his kicks are nothing to scoff at. Fast and powerful, his "martial art" consists of various acrobatic movements, lacking any specific style or form.
Bad Attributes:
Unfit for Nobility: Henri was raised amongst a troupe of itinerant artists. He is incredibly uncomfortable in 'noble' places, such as in a banquet, in a castle & etc. Needless to say, he doesn't trust nobles that much.
Rogue's Honor: Henri always pays his debts. Be them good or bad, especially bad. (Help him, and he will 'owe you one'. Deceive or use him, and he will make you pay back for it.)
Problems with Authority: Its not a good idea to order him to do something... Its almost certain that he will not do it. Ask him instead, and you will have much better chances from him listening to you.
Not a Soldier: Henri is not a soldier or a mercenary... He wont stay and fight if things get ugly.
Innocent lives matter: Henri gets extremely uncomfortable on situations where innocent lives might be harmed and will refrain at all costs (without risking his own safety) to hurt seriously any innocent, sentient creatures.
Not a big fan of closed spaces: Henri gets uncomfortable in closed spaces. He gets agitated and becomes unable to think very well.
If you want to watch Senna massacre every single person in this town, be my guest~
Ohh~ That will be fun. And it will give Yasha something to do as well That said, I don't think she will simply stand still and watch as innocent people get slaughtered XD
That Gilfrey man was really out of himself, as it was evident by the tone of his voice and the way he talked. Yasha hoped that her little demonstration of power would be enough to make him listen to her, but alas, she was wrong.
"Such rudeness!" Yasha said after he brushed past her. Was he like that just for that small loaf of bread on the boy's hands? That was a bit too much, wasn't it? It was worth it seeing what it would happen...
"Well, Mr Gilfrey, there is no need to be so rude and brutish!" Yasha said, following and hovering around the man in a light and graceful manner.
"Tell me, what did he steal from you to make you so enraged like that?" she asked. "All this is only for that small loaf of bread the boy was holding? If it was only that, I can pay for him. Surely, you do care only about money, and would easily let a poor boy starve to death only to earn your pay, right?" Yasha asked, with a mischievous smile. She didn't need to be so cruel and say such heavy words towards the man, but well... If Yasha were a truly good character, she wouldn't have a negative karma...
"Oh, and don't be fooled, I am capable of many things, flying is an elementary and basic spell..." Yasha said with a giggle. "Although, it is quite a hassle to control how strong are my spells..." She whispered behind the man.
"Oh, would you look at that!" she said, as a small magical screen popped up near her, showing the alley that the boy ran off to from a top down perspective.
"It looks like we already have some guards and... other interesting guests already taking care of the situation..." she said, moving the screen with a flick of her hand, making it stand right in front of Gilfrey's face.
"I wonder what would happen if you tried to hit the poor boy with the guards and that girl already there..." she said, with a slightly provocative tone in her voice.
The screen showed enough details for Gilfrey to be completely aware of what was happening on that alley. "After all... Neither the girl nor the soldiers seem to be that inclined to use violence to solve the situation..." she said, hovering in front of the man.
The weird man presented himself as Ikebode Rathorne, an Undead researcher. After hearing that, it was quite obvious the reason behind the paint in his face, the weird bone accessories and his overall ominous appearance. If he was really living there, on those undead infested plains, he would have to disguise himself to not attract the undead, right? The reason behind his research also seemed to be a good one. He said that he was there to investigate why the undead were so numerous on the Katze Plains.
After his brief explanation, and displaying interest behind Spooky (due to the fact that he was an undead himself), he was kind enough to give Nyna a bottle of smelling herbs, to help her with the strong smell the other strange potion had. Maybe she was just being overcautious this entire time? The man deserved to be trusted. After all, he helped them not only with the undead, but also with the smelling herbs.
"I'm sorry, Ikebode. Maybe I was being a bit paranoid. Thanks for helping us." She said with a kind smile on her face, after getting the bottle of smelling herbs and holding it just in front of her chest. The herbal vapors coming out of the bottle would be enough to negate the foul smell of the other potion.
Ikebode also showed them a dark tower on the distance, where his camp was located, and even let them spend the night there. "Thank you a lot, Ikebode. Wandering these plains at night indeed would be rather dangerous. I assure you we will find a way to repay your kindness." Nyna said as she followed him.
After a brief walk, they arrived at the tower. The place was a partially demolished tower, probably it was once part of an outpost of some type. The idea of having an outpost in the middle of such a huge undead breeding grounds was incredibly strange to Nyna... Not only that, but on their way to the tower, they had also passed by some other ruins. The Katze Plains apparently wasn't always a completely dead place...
"Umm... Ikebode?" Nyna said, calling the man. "These plains weren't always an abandoned, dead place, right? Why it has become like that? I mean... This tower was part of an outpost, right?" Nyna asked, looking at her surroundings curiously.
Weight: She doesn't care about these things as long as her body is still in its best shape for combat.
Sex Preference: Hetero
Blood 100% Nayu
Appearance and Apparel:
Deep red hair, eyes with a completely black sclera and red pupils, skin with a light silver coloration, almost white. Her small, slender and delicate body often make others think that she is younger than she actually is. But behind it, she hides a surprising force, especially when wielding her scythe. Wears a black and red dress, a small rosary with the holy symbol of the Seraphim, black leather knee high boots, and her gauntlets. Sometimes she wears a black leather cape to protect herself from the weather.
Personality:
Lila is a very reserved, lonely and sad girl. She is quiet and distant. It can be surprisingly difficult to make her trust someone at first, but if they are able to earn her trust, she can be surprisingly warm, caring and affectionate. Due to her being treated only as an object by the Aion faction to attain their objectives, she is very lonely and longs for someone who cares about her, someone who loves her. Being a pureblood Nayu, she can be efficient and merciless when feeding. Her training also made her completely insensible about the act of killing. If she is order, or if she needs to, she will kill another living being without hesitation.
Although she looks to be a cold and heartless girl, she actually suffers a lot because she was alone her entire life and never had someone who cared about her. If you break the shell that encases her heart, who know what will happen? Maybe she will show herself to be a completely different girl.
Backstory:
"The Nayu, a race of vile creatures, parasites that live by sucking blood of other races. Barbaric creatures that wish only death to the Seraphim and their allies. To destroy those vile creatures is our solemn duty, as we swore upon our angelic blood." Those are the words proffered by the seraphim and their allies. But we cant know the truth before hearing both sides, can we? I believe you already know a lot about the Seraphim and their allies. Angels, good guys, clean the world from evil, etc. etc. So lets talk a little bit about the Nayu. Not about their military force, but lets talk about their cultural side.
The Moriarty family. Wealthy and famous for their beautiful poems, songs and due to their unique, silver, almost white skin, something extremely unusual for the Nayu. Differently from other Nayus, the Moriarty family sold their poems, songs and the words they created to other races in exchange for currency and blood, to keep them alive. Even the Moriarty being openly pacifist, repudiating violence and staying away from politics, not everyone was comfortable in giving their blood as payment, but nonetheless, there were those who didn't cared about that, and were regular customers. Some of the Nayu never understood the Moriarty family's style of life. Why they choose to trade with other races, even being "friends" with them. But no one could deny that they were very helpful for the Nayu. Providing "clean" blood for any of those who didn't wanted to hunt and hurt others or even for the elderly and weak. There were also some Nayus who shared their ideals. Those who did so, quickly formed a community near the Moriarty's mansion. After all, not all the Nayus are blood starved beasts. Some just want to live their lives peacefully, like any other.
I think that you know where this is going right? Politics, media, manipulation of information... "History is made by the winners." Now lets look at the day when everything went wrong. We're finally meeting Lila, our protagonist. On that day, Lila was born, and on the same day, she had her life and future stolen away from her.
The Moriarty family had invited all their friends from the small community that formed around their home to a big party. It was a happy day, the day that their only daughter, Lila, was born. Looking at that party, no one could say that the ones having fun and celebrating were the bloodthirsty and violent beasts that the Seraphim said that the Nayu were. They were all dancing to the beautiful music, telling jokes, congratulating the family for their newborn... The only thing different from the normal is that blood was being served together with wine. What they didn't knew was that a unit comprised of Seraphim, Aion and Taxis factions were marching on that direction.
Nobody was prepared to that, and when the Seraphim came, the chaos begun. No questions asked, no words said, they came and started to simply slaughter every Nayu they saw. Not even the old or women escaped. At the end of that massacre, only one Nayu was still alive. Ms. Moriarty, who tried to hide herself from them to protect the baby. She had the same fate as the others, slain without even a drop of compassion, without even a word. From her dead arms, a small baby, covered by a fine cotton blanked started to cry. When the Seraphim looked at her, it was a beautiful female Nayu baby, with a silver skin as white as the moon and blood red hair. I thought they would kill her, but for some reason unknown to me, they wrapped the baby on the cotton blanket again, who had the baby's name sewed on it "Lila" and took her away with them, letting a pile of innocent bodies behind. I couldn't do anything, only watch as they took her away. My old body was wounded and I had no strength left to even walk. It might have been a coward or selfish act, but the only thing I could do as an old Nayu was hide between the corpses.
Now that you know what happened, you should decide who are the bloodthirsty savages on this story. Believe-me, I may be old, but I'm not a liar. Its not because i'm a Nayu that I would try to lie about such serious things. Even now, its hard for me to speak about that day, but I think that is the least I can do to redeem myself from my cowardice. I had never told what happened on that day to anyone, I should at least write it down before I die. I hope that the small Lila can forgive this old and foolish man.
A few years later
A lone girl travels the land, alone save for her big scythe, that she carries along whenever she goes. Some call her the angel's hunting dog, others say she is the one who brings punishment for those who offend the angels. But whenever she goes, her figure is associated with bad omens and misfortune, especially due to the sad and sorrowful aura she passes. Not much is known about her, as she only opens her mouth to talk with others when its absolutely necessary. Her Nayu heritage is obvious, but no one knows why she carries the holy symbol of the angels on her neck. Rumors say that if you are an follower of the angels and wear their holy symbol, she may approach you and ask politely for some blood with a beautiful, almost angelical voice. There are also rumors who say that she is a Nayu assassin following the orders of the Seraphim, hunting down their enemies with her scythe. But even with those rumors going on about her, the mysterious traveling girl continues to be an enigma, as very few are the ones who aren't superstitious and approach the little girl.
Exp:
Trained by the Seraphim using methods combining both the Seraphim and Nayu combat styles. Specialist in hunting and assassinating/eliminating her marks. Wields her scythe and her gauntlets with dexterity and agility, often surprising her opponents with the force behind her attacks due to her apparent fragile and delicate looks. Her slender, flexible and agile body makes her a hard target to hit, and a mighty hunter, being almost impossible to run away from her if she is chasing you. Excellent at tracking her marks and obtaining information when needed by using her natural stealthiness.
Weapons:
Her signature weapon, given to her by the Seraphim as a tool for her to hunt down their foes.
A pair of gauntlets with sharp, bladed nails she uses for combat together with her scythe.
Abilities/Powers:
Dexterity: Her training gave her an agile, fast and flexible body, capable of chasing her mark even performing acrobatics if needed.
Hunter's Senses: Heightened senses allow her to track her mark easily, especially if its wounded, as she can smell its blood.
Inoffensive Aura: Be it for good or bad, she has an inoffensive appearance, being completely unable to intimidate anyone.
Herbal Medicine: Wide knowledge about medicinal and poisonous herbs, able to make poisons and medicines with the right herbs. Knowledgeable about basic and intermediate medical procedures, being able to seal a wound if needed.
Blood Traits:
Shadow Stepping
Blood Consumption
Invisibility
Shadow Manipulation
Sound Manipulation
Hemotoxic Venom Fangs
Poison Resistance
Night Vision
Spells
Blood Link: This spell has a passive and active effects, both triggered when she consumes blood from another living, sentient being. Passively it lets her know the target's feelings, emotions and memory on the exact moment she took the blood from him and identify his blood heritage. When activated, she can temporarily utilize one of the target's blood traits or spells. Available only once per target, and after selected the spell/blood trait to be acquired by the Blood Link, there is a delay of 24h for the target's blood to get out of her body, resetting the ability and allowing her to copy a different spell or ability.
Eclipse: Creates a bubble around her with the range of 25m that completely suppresses the vision of all inside it and reduces other senses (excluding hers). This bubble moves with her. Those outside cannot see or hear anything that comes from inside this bubble.
Trivia:
- Is jealous and possessive about romantic relationships. - Loves to eat sweets and meat. - Constantly asks herself why she keeps following the orders coming from the Seraphim. - Thinks about the other Nayu and wonders if she had a family.
"Visual range" of roughly 25m (the same range as her "Eclipse" ability) for vibrations (somewhat detailed aka like Toph from Avatar) and a little bit more for sound (very rough details just as a sonar would work, basically a "ping" showing very rough details about things) and smell (Only useful to track something if this thing is bleeding or has a noticeable smell to it, natural or not.)
Lila is not able to see the beauty of flowers, the beauty of a painting or a city or to accurately depict a person's unique traits (for example its face & etc.) just with her senses. She is able to distinguish people from each other by their size, body, weight, how they walk & etc. but they are all faceless creatures for her. If she wants to know someone intimately, "see" their face, their unique traits she will actually need to touch the person, feeling it with her hands.
Sophia, the Guardian of Knowledge
"Knowledge corrupts all but those with the purest of intentions. By guarding this knowledge, I protect the world from itself."
Age: 250
Gender: Female
Height: 11.5m
Weight: Only 4,8 tons
Lenght: 58m
Sex Preference: Hetero
Blood 100% Dragon
Appearance and Apparel:
As a dragon, her unique physiology makes her very different from other dragons. Her wings, one of the most unique aspects of her physiology, apparently are made of feathers, but upon closer inspection, its clear that they are actually razor sharp scales shaped exactly like feathers. Lightweight and aerodynamic, they are unique amongst the dragons. Some monks and other people use the feathers that rarely fall from her wings to make ceremonial daggers.
In her human form, she has a completely white skin with some black parts and two white horns. The skin coloration is due to the excess of magic energy, that her shapeshifted body is unable to contain, and as a result, her body is overflowing with magic energy, causing the distinct skin coloration. Her imperfect shapeshift prevents her to shapeshift to any other form outside that one.
Personality:
Sophia has an air of royalty to her, formal and very respectful. To those who befriend her, she is very kind and caring, acting almost like a mother would with its children, even using force to protect them if needed. She is very sociable, being rather easy to befriend her. She has an unusual intuition about people, and its very hard to lie to her or trick her. Differently from other dragons, she actually wants to know better others, she doesn't consider herself to be superior, on the contrary, it could be described as... a motherly behavior. She wishes to protect those with pure hearts and thirst for knowledge. That's why she is seen as an ally, almost like a "protector" of scholars and students.
Backstory:
Sophia was born different from other dragons. With an unique physiology and an incredibly different mentality, she always thought that knowledge was power. And dedicated her time to gather knowledge and study. Most dragons have lairs, where they hide their treasures and possessions, but Sofia built a library instead. As the years passed, the library grew, and with it, the knowledge stored inside. Years and years passed, towers that pierced the clouds, tunnels and caves that extended themselves like the roots of a great tree were built by her in one of the coldest and highest mountains in the Gaia territory. Eventually, wanderers found the library. Sofia believed that the knowledge wasn't meant to be hidden, but instead to be shared to all those who seeks for it. And as such, she gladly opened the great library's door to them. The notices spread fast, and just a few weeks after the first wanderers departed, scholars, mages and all types of scholars began to appear, seeking for the wise dragon and its great knowledge. Sofia welcomed them with open arms, teaching them and helping them to learn about magic and the world.
But knowledge brings power, and those who seek power, often bring chaos with them. With that much knowledge, and power, on their hands, they began prohibiting others to enter in the library, attempting to have all that knowledge only for them, treating all the knowledge as theirs. Sofia saw, brokenhearted as they started to use that knowledge to their own benefit, in their endless and selfish greed. The wise dragon watched with sadness in her heart as the library became the reason for conflicts and battles. Watching all that hate and violence, Sofia became disappointed and displeased with their actions. They were not ready for all that knowledge. It broke her heart, but she knew what it had to be done. She needed to hide and guard that knowledge. To protect them from themselves. Flying high above the library, the wise dragon showed itself in all her beauty, and with a serious and authoritative voice, said: "Knowledge corrupts all but those with the purest of intentions. You are not ready to see the light of the knowledge." and with a great roar of sadness and grief, she closed the gates of the great library, isolating it and herself from the world and going on a deep slumber.
Fifty years later, when Sophia woke up, she saw a very peculiar sight outside the library. It was a monastery. An order of monks had built an monastery, to guard dangerous knowledge, following what she had said fifty years ago before sealing the library. From inside it, she could see a little of the temple they built, surrounding the library. The monks there dedicated their lives to learn, study and protect the world from the knowledge they weren't ready to have. But from inside of the library, she could only see that much. Deeply curious about that order of monks, she shapeshifted to her human form, covered herself with a robe and went to see it from up close. The monks received her, a stranger, with open arms, explaining to her their philosophy, objectives and way of life, even mentioning her name. They saw her as a mentor. The words she said had inspired them.
Inspired by their pure hearts and what they did in only 50 years, Sophia took off the robe and revealed her true self, transforming into a dragon. Like that, the great library's doors were opened once more. Together with the monks, the place became a big monastery, a sanctuary for all the scholars, mages and students with a pure heart and a thirst for knowledge. The monks and the dragon became more than just mentor and pupils. They became her students, her friends and companions, helping her to defend and expand the great library. No politics, no war nor conflicts dared to invade that sacred mountain. Only those who were tested and proven to be pure, honest and have a true passion for knowledge were allowed to enter and learn.
Exp:
A lifetime studying and gathering knowledge both magical and non magical. Many the most dangerous grimoires, texts and scrolls were gathered and studied by Sophia, even the mythical and forbidden Grimorium Verum. The monks also taught her how to wield a sword, for her to protect herself when she was in her vulnerable, human form.
Weapons:
A katana given to her by the monks after they discovered that she was completely vulnerable in her human form.
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Abilities/Powers:
Unique Physiology: Her lightweight scales are slightly weaker than those of other dragons, but they are much lighter. Her slim body coupled with her wings, which are made of razor sharp, feather like scales, allow her to fly faster and higher than other dragons.
Knowledge: Spending an eternity studying and reading a forbidden grimoire come with certain perks.
Razor Feathers: One of the few attacks she has other than her breath. Throws sharp feather like scales in a short area using her wings.
Blood Traits:
Regeneration
Fire & frost manipulation
Metal dense teeth and claws
Plasma/Absolute Zero breath
Smell detection
Binocular vision
Heat & Cold resistant scales & feathers
Dragon wings & tail
Imperfect Shapeshifting (only to her "human" form. She can only stay in her human form for 2 days at maximum before having to spend one whole day as a dragon. Her human form isn't able to contain all her magical power. If she stays in human form for more than two days, it will cause a magic poisoning. She will get terribly sick and weak. Potentially lethal. While on human form, she is just a human. She cannot use any magic spells or her breath, as the magic would be too much for her shapeshifted body to handle, resulting in a lethal case of magic poisoning. The only spell she can use while in human form is Rift.)
Heat & cold manipulation & conjuration
Spells
Rift: Tears a temporary hole on reality, opening basically a wormhole. For big distances it requires a lengthy casting time.
Grimorium Verum - First Seal: Summons the gigantic Grimorium Verum, hovering way above the battlefield. Shackled by arcane chains and sealed by magic, It cannot be opened yet. Its presence on the battlefield absorbs soul essence from living beings. (excluding the grimoire master)
Grimorium Verum - Second Seal: The arcane chains break, only the magic seals remaining. The Grimoire Verum stops absorbing soul essence, but it absorbs any spell, enchantment or magic in the area. (excluding the ones from the grimoire master).
Grimorium Verum - Unsealed: The seals break and the Grimorium Verum opens, providing its master with unlimited soul essence and continuing to have the effects of the first and second seal.
Trivia:
- Sophia means "Wisdom" in greek.
The Grimorium Verum. A mysterious and powerful artifact. With uncertain origins, it existed since immemorial times. Said to contain the truth about all the magic itself, it emanated an incomprehensible power.
But all knowledge and power, comes with a price... An unending fountain of magic, forever overflowing with primal magic. It was only expected that it started to affect life around it. The Descended who came near it either were destroyed by the sheer amount of primal magic penetrating their essence, or were forever changed by it. Those who were able to survive became extremely powerful mages, much more attuned to magic, they had a frightening power. And with power, comes temptation... The power of the grimoire became very well-known across Edafos, and with the war already raging between the Seraphim, the Descended and the Dragons, it was no surprise for them to be interested on it. Using the Primal Magic emitted by the Grimorium Verum to fuel powerful rituals and spells, the descended found a way to fight against the powerful, tyrannic dragons. The Seraphim used the power of the soul and essence to create mighty weapons capable of piercing the dragon's scales. The Lassa, wielding the crushing power of gravity, made their mighty wings useless. The Nayu, experts in shadow magic, swift and deadly, made their own shadows turn against themselves. The Oro, with their strength and might, used earth and air magic to match the dragons' strength. The Sol, relying in the power of nature and light, used light and plant magic to burn and trap them. The Tyro, hailing from the fiery volcanos, utilized fire magic powerful enough to repel their flames. The Dragons, in return, roared in rage and fear when the Descended united against them.
The first Dragon of Knowledge which swore to never partake on any conflict could only watch, terrified as the knowledge from the Grimorium Verum plunged Edafos into the fires of war. Breaking its own vow, the dragon god of knowledge knew that it was necessary to intervene, otherwise the consequences would be inimaginable. The Grimorium Verum was too powerful, the world wasnt ready yet to the things that were hidden within its pages. With a small group of renegade mages and dragons, which fled from both of their factions, the dragon god of knowledge entered the war himself.
Maybe things would be different if the Descended or the Dragons were wishing to hear what the God of Knowledge had to say, they could have helped him to seal the grimoire, maybe things could have ended sooner if he had allied himself with one of the sides... But in the end, the God of Knowledge and its few followers jumped inside the war in a suicide mission to seal the grimoire, thus protecting the world from itself. Fighting against both the Descended and the Dragons, the God of Knowledge and his followers sacrificed themselves, burning their own bodies and souls to seal the Grimoire away, with only a few of them remaining, they reunited themselves, isolating themselves from the war, lamenting for the death of the God of Knowledge. These same survivors would later form the Magoi, together witha rogue unconventional mage. With the Grimorium Verum now sealed, the God of Knowledge dead and the war still raging, the First Seraphim made its move. Tearing the Dragon God apart, he divided its body, giving them to the Descended which would become the rulers of the lands once ruled by the Dragons. With an unsurmountable power, the First Seraphim ended the war forcefully. Any dragon which dared to defy its will would meet its wrath.
But even with the war ended and the Grimorium Verum sealed, its influence was enough to change the world radically. Its said that even today, the most powerful lineages of mages are descendants of the first group of mages who helped the ancient dragon of knowledge to seal the Grimorie.
But as the time passed, the seals became weaker and weaker. The magic within the Grimorie grew stronger and restless as it struggle against its shackles. But there was only one problem. After so many years, nobody was even close to the power that the ancestor mages and the dragon of knowledge had joined, and thus, breaking the seal completely was impossible.
Its common to the most powerful Grimories to have conscience, and the Grimorium Verum wasn't different. And to a Grimorie, there is only o e thing worse than being destroyed: being forgotten. The Grimorium Verum, which once had an incredible impact on the world, was now only referred on legends and myths.
Fearing being completely forgotten, the Grimorie started struggling against its seals and shackles. As it continued, day after day, year after year, the seals became weaker and weaker, until they became weak enough for the Grimorie to extend its magic a little further. Sending pulses of primal magic to try to get free, it tried to link its existence to another being's, but without success.
The Descended had become too frail and sensitive to magic, their bodies and essences weren't capable of holding not even a tiny amount of primal magic, as it was too brute and rough for them. Not even the western dragons, the living beings which were more attuned to magic were able to hold it.
As it continued to send the pulses of primal magic, the Descended who came in contact with it for a long time slowly became more powerful and resistant to magic, like an ember, rekindled by the Grimorie's influence, but still, it wasn't enough to hold it.
But that wouldn't last for long. One day, the pulses that the Grimorie sended started to resonate with another existence, being absorbed and reflected back to it. That particular existence was a rare one, a hybrid between a western and an eastern dragon.
Although very rare, sometimes when eastern and western dragons have an offspring, it is born with an incredible magic tolerance, md it was exactly that the Grimorium Verum needed.
The small dragon was nothing more than an embryo when the Grimorium Verum merged its existence with it. Being imbued with an endless supply of primal magic, changed the embryo. The Grimorie needed to make its adjustments to be sure that the baby would be able to hold its power, and as such, it shaped the baby to its own needs.
The result was Sophia. With smooth scales, agile, fast and with a unique physiology shaped by primal magic, it was a unique dragon, extremely different from others. Able to conjure long forgotten primal magic, even her breath was changed, instead of cold and fire, her breath resembled those of the primal dragons, the first dragons, as cold as the void, and as hot as the sun itself, beams of plasma and absolute zero breath.
Since it was a child, it was already able to summon the Grimorium Verum. Almost like it was drawn by it, the young dragon submerged itself on the forbidden Grimorie's pages, learning more and more about magic as the time passed. But the Grimorie wasn't a simple existence. In order to protect Sopha, and in return itself, it showed her only a brief part of its power. Even as a child, Sophia's magic was already strong enough to suppress the seals which the ancestor mages and the previous dragon of knowledge casted on it. With time, she would be able to completely break it whenever she wanted, and when that happened, the Grimorie would know that she was ready to unlock its true potential. But until there, it had to wait patiently as its creation grew. The primal magic in her resonating stronger and stronger each year that passed, it knew it was only a matter of time...
The undead were weak, but their numeric superiority was undeniable. Even if they could easily defeat them, it was getting dark... And if things continued like that, it was very probable that the sound of fighting would attract even more undead... Killing every single undead at the Katze Plains wasn't a pleasant thought...
The wave of undead didn't seem to end. As soon as Nyna's Lunar Edge sliced one, two more appeared from the mist. Sure, she was pretty safe standing on Spooky's shoulders, but they weren't in a very good situation. The Death hounds continued in their futile attempts to either pass by Nyna's blade or tackle Spooky, immediately meeting their demise or finding out that Spooky was quite literally a wall of armor.
"We will most certainly not be able to arrive into the city before night..." Nyna thought to herself, looking up for a brief second before a strange voice interrupted her thoughts, immediately making her look at the owner of the voice, ready to defend herself and Spooky.
"While you appear to be able to fend for yourselves allow me to assist you." the man said, with a rather unsettling, almost monotonous voice, before throwing a flask with a dark colored solution into the ground, emitting a foul, repugnant smell of Sulphur and other indescribable substances... The smell was very faint from where Nyna were, on top of Spooky's shoulders. But even if it was weaker compared to the ground level, it already made her head spin a little. Her enhanced sense of smell was suffering with that foul odor.
Interestingly enough, all the undead around them seemed to suddenly lose interest, ignoring the other carcasses on the ground and simply walking away. That action made her visibly more relaxed and more alert about the strange man's presence. He had helped them, so at least for now, she could trust him... just a bit though...
The strange figure stepped forward, sweeping back the ominous dark cloak, revealing a face covered in dark paints of grey, black and brown, camouflaging itself very well in the bleak and ominous Katze Plains. Aside from that, the man also had quite a few accessories with him... Earrings, necklaces, bracelets, rings... all of them made of bone... The strange figure indeed looked like he was right at home in the Katze Plains. He looked like some sort of shaman or something like that? It was indeed hard to trust him with that appearance, but he had actually helped them, so the least Nyna could do was offer him the benefit of the doubt.
"Please do not be alarmed, though, if I may suggest that before the effects of anti-life detection potion wear off that you stay the night? If you decide to trek on regardless you will not doubt face a lot stronger and more numerous foes than before." He spoke again, clearly trying to calm down them, and reassure his good intentions. After he said so, Nyna brought the Lunar Edge near her, making it stop spinning and holding it on her hand.
"I- Oop!" Nyna started to say, before feeling Spooky's gauntlets gently wrapping around her abdomen, lifting her and putting her on the ground, letting out a surprised yelp. She was rather surprised with Spooky's gentle and smooth grasp, she expected something stronger and brutish, seeing as he was an undead...
"Thank you. My name is Nyna, and he is Spooky." Nyna said, looking to Spooky with a kind smile, silently expressing her gratefulness for him helping her.
"I've already thought about that... It will be impossible to get to the city before getting dark... But spending the night on the Katze Plains is very dangerous, especially for me... And excuse-me! Its not my fault if I'm alive..." Nyna said, with a slightly annoyed expression, replying to the man's commentary about Spooky being able to easily pass through the Katze Plains alone.
"Anyways, I am indeed grateful for your help, but... I hope I'm not being rude, but why did you help us? You had no reason to do so..." She said, trying her best to not sound ungrateful or impolite. The man didn't gave off a threatening aura, but neither did he give off an aura of safety and warmth... His position was neutral at best right now. His help right now would be very welcomed, but she did want to at least probe the man's intentions a bit more before deciding to trust him.
"Again, I hope I'm not being ungrateful or sounding rude, but could you tell us a bit more about yourself, including what was your intention and motivations for helping us? I do recognize that talking right here in the middle of these undead infested plains might not be a good idea... Do you know any ruins or a hideout where we can be a bit safer?" she asked, looking at him with a curious, but serious expression. It was quite obvious that she was trying her hardest to not offend the man with her questions, choosing her words carefully. She didn't want to sound arrogant or demanding, after all, that man had just helped them. It didn't matter if he was rather shady, odd looking and sinister...
Nyna was trying her hardest to endure the smell, but after she finished speaking, it was obvious that she wouldn't be able to endure it much more. Her nose was too sensitive for that smell, and being near to the ground only did make it stronger, making her head spin, her vision blur and making her stumble, almost falling on the ground. She immediately covered her nose with her hand, letting the Lunar Edge hanging on her arm, and holding onto Spooky.
"Humanity takes great pride in three things. Their willpower, their greed and their mortality.
Their will and endless greed allows them to grow and ascend past other creatures
But their mortality denies them divinity
It's a delightful purgatory between being Fallen and being Divine"
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