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@WeepingLiberty@Ellion okay so can vampires suffer from gingivitis? Need to know for dealing with Light's mouth.

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Aspasia, Nature's Wrath

Name: Aspasia

Alias: Nature's Wrath

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Class: Solider

Appearance

Magical Specialty: Creature Magic

Primary Color: Green

Secondary/Tertiary colors: Red

Preferred Summons: Beasts, Hydras, Wurms

Favorite mechanic/keyword: Bloodthirst

Home plane: Theros

History

Born and abandoned almost immediately, Aspasia grew up in Setessa as a ward of the Polei. From an early age, her subborness and temper shone through and gave her teachers more than one headache daily. Frequently abandoning her classes to play in the woods, the druids of Kalamara discovered her natural talent for creature magic, manipulation and calling creatures of the forest merely to play with her. They pushed and advanced her talents and by twelve could reduced a rampaging bull to a cowering calf with minimal effort.

Her martial training started at age ten and trained under the Liena Tower regimen for a decade. With a pair of single handed, double edged axes in hand, Aspasia was a force to be feared. Her wild, firey temper often made an appearance on the field and others avoided her as much as possible. Among the ranks, she was known as the Minotaur for both her rapid, overpowering combat style and irritable temperament. No one dared called her that to her face though. An axe between the ribs and eyes is often a good enough threat.

Her difficulty working with others made it impossible, both for the sanity of her superiors and better use of her skills, for her to stay with the main body and instead transfered to the Hyrax Tower to work as a scout at the same time as Phaedra. The two worked closely together for two years and were known as the regimen's best fighters. Their skills in stealth, manipulation, and combat far exceeded their comrades'. When Phaedra was given a leadership position, Aspasia refused to be her second in command and maintain a regular scout in favor of freedom from administrative duties. The pair reminded close friends and, when Aspasia returned from the field, would put of displays of martial skill to bolster the regimen's morale.

Only a few months after her friend's promotion, Aspasia discovered a minotaur shaman wandering the Sesseta wilds. Instead of heading back to report, she sent a falcon and continued to follow. He stopped inside a rather large grove within the forest and caught her eye. He'd known she was following. Before she could react, he smashed his skull into a tree as he chanted and the earth started rumbling. A final laugh and the minotaur flew skyward as the earth exploded in front of her. As the dirt settled, she froze. A hydra stood where the grove once did, blocking out the sun. Time seemed to stand still.

Suddenly she was aware of a star clad woman standing with a bow in her hands and a smirk on her face. What, scared? Her posture seemed to suggest. Aspasia growled, temper rising. Startled yes, scared no. She took a deep breath just as the Hydra did and roared in tandem. Winds ripped trees out of the ground as the two voices clashed, her own meeting in volume and intensity fueled by green mana. Determind, Aspasia was unaware of the approach of others and the disbelief on their faces as she challenged the Hydra. The beast fell silent first. She grinned and, as shakey and worn as she was, threw her head back and laughed.

Until she stared at the blood crazed eyes of Mogis. They stared down and, with a roar in her mind, a crackling bolt of red slammed through her, intertwining with her own magic. She blacked out. When she came to, the Hydra was shredding itself to bits and the troops of Setessa laid slaughtered at her feet. Blood dripped off her axes and slowly her memory came back. The eyes, the intense bloodthrist, the Hydra and her moving in tandem, a race to see who could kill the most. As a scream passed her lips, a green flash of light twinge with red bolts throughout forced the world out of focus. The world shook, blue twirled around her, green slithered and writhed as brown popped in and out, and then... nothing. She faded to black again.

The following two years were spent in the company of Bala Ged elves on the plane Zendikar to which she had inadvertently traveled when her spark activated. She struggled with the red corruption of her magic. Creatures she summoned because rabid and bloodthristy and difficult to control. But a challenge she loved and a challenge she crushed. After saving the Elven village she had stayed in from a great wurm, Aspasia decided to served Nylea, the goddess that had goaded her to action, across the multiverse, punishing those that take from nature more than they return.

Personality: Aspasia is a double sided coin. On one side, she is furious and crazy. People that don't know her tend to find her intimidating, overwhelming, and disagreeable. On the other, she is fun and jouful, loves playing pranks and dancing, even having grown a fondness for gambing and alcohol. If intensity is what you need, Aspasia is who you want.

Groups/factions:
Setessa military
Patron of the Mourning Mirrodin Establishment

Trinkets/ Inventory: An Anklet of vines and emeralds fashioned from the wilds of Zendikar that pulses with the plane's green mana, twin single hand axes made of the teeth of a great wurm.

Theme Song: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VR7RlvjsplA

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Character

Name: Aspasia

Alias: Nature's Wrath

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Class: Solider

Appearance

Magical Specialty: Creature Magic

Primary Color: Green

Secondary/Tertiary colors: Red

Preferred Summons: Beasts, Hydras, Wurms

Favorite mechanic/keyword: Bloodthirst

Home plane: Theros

History

Born and abandoned almost immediately, Aspasia grew up in Setessa as a ward of the Polei. From an early age, her subborness and temper shone through and gave her teachers more than one headache daily. Frequently abandoning her classes to play in the woods, the druids of Kalamara discovered her natural talent for creature magic, manipulation and calling creatures of the forest merely to play with her. They pushed and advanced her talents and by twelve could reduced a rampaging bull to a cowering calf with minimal effort.

Her martial training started at age ten and trained under the Liena Tower regimen for a decade. With a pair of single handed, double edged axes in hand, Aspasia was a force to be feared. Her wild, firey temper often made an appearance on the field and others avoided her as much as possible. Among the ranks, she was known as the Minotaur for both her rapid, overpowering combat style and irritable temperament. No one dared called her that to her face though. An axe between the ribs and eyes is often a good enough threat.

Her difficulty working with others made it impossible, both for the sanity of her superiors and better use of her skills, for her to stay with the main body and instead transfered to the Hyrax Tower to work as a scout at the same time as Phaedra. The two worked closely together for two years and were known as the regimen's best fighters. Their skills in stealth, manipulation, and combat far exceeded their comrades'. When Phaedra was given a leadership position, Aspasia refused to be her second in command and maintain a regular scout in favor of freedom from administrative duties. The pair reminded close friends and, when Aspasia returned from the field, would put of displays of martial skill to bolster the regimen's morale.

Only a few months after her friend's promotion, Aspasia discovered a minotaur shaman wandering the Sesseta wilds. Instead of heading back to report, she sent a falcon and continued to follow. He stopped inside a rather large grove within the forest and caught her eye. He'd known she was following. Before she could react, he smashed his skull into a tree as he chanted and the earth started rumbling. A final laugh and the minotaur flew skyward as the earth exploded in front of her. As the dirt settled, she froze. A hydra stood where the grove once did, blocking out the sun. Time seemed to stand still.

Suddenly she was aware of a star clad woman standing with a bow in her hands and a smirk on her face. What, scared? Her posture seemed to suggest. Aspasia growled, temper rising. Startled yes, scared no. She took a deep breath just as the Hydra did and roared in tandem. Winds ripped trees out of the ground as the two voices clashed, her own meeting in volume and intensity fueled by green mana. Determind, Aspasia was unaware of the approach of others and the disbelief on their faces as she challenged the Hydra. The beast fell silent first. She grinned and, as shakey and worn as she was, threw her head back and laughed.

Until she stared at the blood crazed eyes of Mogis. They stared down and, with a roar in her mind, a crackling bolt of red slammed through her, intertwining with her own magic. She blacked out. When she came to, the Hydra was shredding itself to bits and the troops of Setessa laid slaughtered at her feet. Blood dripped off her axes and slowly her memory came back. The eyes, the intense bloodthrist, the Hydra and her moving in tandem, a race to see who could kill the most. As a scream passed her lips, a green flash of light twinge with red bolts throughout forced the world out of focus. The world shook, blue twirled around her, green slithered and writhed as brown popped in and out, and then... nothing. She faded to black again.

The following two years were spent in the company of Bala Ged elves on the plane Zendikar to which she had inadvertently traveled when her spark activated. She struggled with the red corruption of her magic. Creatures she summoned because rabid and bloodthristy and difficult to control. But a challenge she loved and a challenge she crushed. After saving the Elven village she had stayed in from a great wurm, Aspasia decided to served Nylea, the goddess that had goaded her to action, across the multiverse, punishing those that take from nature more than they return.

Personality: Aspasia is a double sided coin. On one side, she is furious and crazy. People that don't know her tend to find her intimidating, overwhelming, and disagreeable. On the other, she is fun and jouful, loves playing pranks and dancing, even having grown a fondness for gambing and alcohol. If intensity is what you need, Aspasia is who you want.

Groups/factions:
Setessa military
Patron of the Mourning Mirrodin Establishment

Trinkets/ Inventory: An Anklet of vines and emeralds fashioned from the wilds of Zendikar that pulses with the plane's green mana, twin single hand axes made of the teeth of a great wurm.

Theme Song: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VR7RlvjsplA

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@MarsAdept I'm interested if you are still looking. I've been playing mtg since elementary school because it fun even if it's a financial black hole. Lore wise, I'm pretty well read on everything except the most recent stuff.

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Alexander recoiled from the sight of Light's fangs. He's supposed to let those things anywhere near him? Absolutely not! There had to be something crawling around on that filth that passed as fangs and he certainly didn't want whatever it was swimming inside him. Alexander grimaced and placed both hands on his hips.

"Get up yourself. I'm not touching you until you've showered and you aren't feeding off me until you've brushed your teeth, flossed, and rinsed with mouth wash. And when I say rinse, I mean with the whole bottle because whatever is living in your mouth isn't going to be living in me!" Alexander snapped at the vampire. Maybe Light could wear some of his pajamas for now. Because the second Light took off those clothes, they were headed for an incenerator.

Alexander slipped out another cigarette. Kanalie's teasing remark drifted through his head. Yeah, he probably should relax on the smoking for the night. He'd already blown through two. A few embers popped into existance as he irritably snapped the carton shut and glanced back where he left his friend. He wasn't sure who had it worse, himself with this or her with Declan.

"And another thing. I'm not really sure of the mechanics of feeding you so you'll have to teach me everything. Think you can at least muster up the energy to do that?" Alexander tapped his foot impatiently, wanting to get to his new home so he could shove this walking petri dish under in a shower. The future looked bleak. A full time baby sitter. Fun. He turned on his heel and walked away, fully expecting the vampire to follow. He pulled out the form with his address and tried to figure out exactly where that was, pulling aside someone carrying a nearly empty tray of drinks to ask exactly where to go.

@The One

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@WeepingLiberty

Do vampires require air outside of the oxygen consumed from the blood they ingest or do they have to breath? Let's just say a random fire mage decides a shower won't help the creepy crawlies in his vampire's hair and decides to drown them. In that hypothetical situation, would the vampire also start to drown?

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Alexander shivered slightly as his name passed Declan's lips. His eyes widened and he flinched back a fraction of an inch as the vampire's fingers ghosted just where his lips had been, setting them to tingling without a touch. Alexander felt Kanalie's hand touch his shoulder but his mind was far too focused on trying to decide the next course to acknowledge her. Most guys at this point would have either backed down or swung at him. Both equally unappealing and annoying reactions. This suave, composed demon however presented an entirely new, although not entirely unwelcome, option and Alexander had no clue how to handle it. His normally abrasive and aggressive approach drove people away almost instantly but it seemed to fuel this vampire's flames. He opened his mouth, a furious retort on his tongue.

That died as all the heat is his body slammed into his ears. Shit, he didn't know that. He knew about fear and excitement but there was no way Delcan could tell. It was just a bluff, right? Alexander sputtered. What if he could? Oh fuck Alexander was screwed. How did he deal with this, this, this?! Everytime he got steady on his feet, Delcan ripped the ground from under him! Alexander's face got redder and redder as he mulled in circles about the conundrum in front of him. He froze completely as Declan's fangs appeared and Alexander went wide eyed, a shiver zipping down his spine in a way he wasn't prepared to deal with.

He registered Kanalie stepping forward. He registered her speaking up in his defense. He felt her tone, the quiet steel that only surfaced when she was honestly irritated at something or angry enough to get past her "come what may" attitude that drove him up a wall. If the steel had been drawn, Alexander wanted to step as far away as possible. He'd been on the receiving end of that once and their friendship nearly vanished. If the steel had been drawn, he didn't have to shield her. She wasn't going to give up anything she didn't want to and no force in the world could make her. Alexander wrapped his arms around her shoulders and leaned forward to rest his chin on them. He realized he was trembling ever so slightly,

"Looks like I'm unnecessary if you're talking to him that way. Just make sure you keep it like that. I should probably assess exactly what I'm stuck with for the forseeable future. Don't do anything I wouldn't do! Remember, one word that's all I need and he is dead. Like six feet under, metal coffin sealed with molten lava type dead." He gave her a gentle squeeze and stepped back. Kanalie was going to be fine for now. If anything, he'd be the one in trouble of doing something regrettable. Probably best to step back and figure out how to deal with this turn of events. He sent one last glare to her new partner, gave him the "I'm watching you" fingers, and stepped quickly away through the rapidly thinning group of people. He found Light exactly where he was last and sighed. His mouth tightened as he was again reminded of the literal crap called a vampire in front of him. Amazing how different they were, Declan and Light. At least Declan took good care of himself.

Light's stench ripped him from his thoughts. Alexander retched. Holy hells. He quickly covered his nose and mouth. How did anyone not tell him this? Clothes ripped, torn, and visibly soiled. Dirt streaked and smudged onto every part of him. And his hair, Mussed, dirt laden, and... Alexander took a fast step back. Were those insects crawling around in there? Alexander could deal with a lot. Angry people, screaming children, plenty of bruises and cuts from an overly active lifestyle but insects hit the top of the list of Hell To The No. The fire mage looked around for a long branch or stick to prod Light awake. Nothing. A glint caught his eye. Shimmering in the moon light, two half filled crystal glasses of amber liquid sit abandoned. Better than nothing because Alexander sure as hell wasn't touching him unless it was to hose him down! Alexander snatched up the glasses and splashed their contents over the sleeping vampire.

"Alright so first things first. You are getting cleaned up before introductions happen so i'll just tell you I'm your partner and if you want to eat ever, you can't look like this, smell like this, or anything even resembling this." Alexander waved his hand, gesturing to all of the vampire. "Please tell me you have other clothes than those somewhere or our first night will be full of shopping which frankly I don't have the patience for."

@Ellion @KiwiBaer @The One

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@KiwiBaer Situational! He probably wouldnt mind if he actually liked Duclan and if Light is, you know, clean.

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@KiwiBaer

"Yeah well it looked like it. And he'd probably take it that way! You can't trust him. He flirted with both of us in one breath!"