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Zevi

Zevi

Zevi Mael

Race:
Drakkan

Age:
150

Element(s):
Earth & Fire

Height:
6 ft

Bio:
Zevi was born to a warlord Drakkan and a gem. He got the short end of the genetics at least in his father’s eyes….and ended up with more gem traits then the usual brutish ones. With him being smaller and more fragile in appearance he was treated more harshly. He was not taught how to fight by his father for thought of being too weak and not worth the effort, while his larger more traditional Drakkan brother was more favored. This lead him to be more adept with words like his mother, but knew when to hide it, developing more of a strong silent personality that does not fully fit his looks. Finding that he was not learning fighting he turned to skills, developing weapon crafting and unconventional skills like sewing….after all if you can sew fabric you can sew skin...and implementing his abilities into some of them.

Later in the years, Zevi was presented to Vonnath like something to be discarded. He did not expect any less, but it made him determined to show that he could fight just like anyone else. He was tossed to Vonnath as a challenge and to be discarded. He trained hard his stubbornness and quick wit showing his skill with fighting in a way that benefited him.

After training, Vannoth and Zevi were tested by his father in the form of a raid. The raid became an ambush resulting in Vannoth and Zevi saving each others lives. Being rather displeased with the outcome, Vannoth confronted Zevi’s father and in order to prove his fighting capabilities and the story as true Zevi fought his older brother and won. After winning, Zevi left his famiy to be a blacksmith living on the same property as Vannoth.

Just before during and after the raid.

As the culmination of all the training, Vonnath and Zevi set out to raid a southern province outpost, something that was meant to be quiet and a test of the training. They practiced on the long road to the south,and took what few men dared follow Zevi into battle- even with Vonnath at his side. The goal was to raid a outpost for the supplies within, and quickly leave before trouble became danger. They did not suspect what happened upon their arrival. Once the raiding party arrived they were ambushed by the enemy forces- and most were cut down by bow and crossbow fire. The rest were boxed in with shield and spear. Vonnaths Rage manifested that day into a blind Berserker whirlwind, and he tore into the ranks of the enemy, receiving one dire wound that until he passed out shortly after the last foe fell, completely spent.

Seeing Vonnath go into a blind rage Zevi curbed any doubt he held about himself and fought the way he could. Knives flying through the air and finding their mark in enemies eyes and daggers being buried and twisted into necks. As he fought his way through he spotted Vonnath receiving a wound. Anger coursing through him he stormed his way to the enemy his eyes stormy with anger and proceeded to burn the enemy with a white hot dagger. His enemy caught off guard he proceeded to mutilate them, anger taking control of him over his usual demeanor.Standing over the corpse he knew he had just proven how brutal he could be and quickly moved to Vonnath, helping him to his feet. They left the Outpost burning, reduced to ash and rubble- Vonnath’s flames and sword left nothing but a river of blood, twisted bodies and ash in his wake, and Zevi’s daggers left none to run, hide, or tell.

Zevi left knowing he had just proven his brutality and thus one step closer to being a son and not a disappointment. Having a similar outlook Vonnath approached Zevi’s father, and suggested a duel between Zevi and his brother. -
“You sent me your youngest son, and asked me to train him. You insulted me and my talent, and then you also made him raid with too few warriors. You tried to kill him, and by sending me with him, you tried to kill Me. . . But no worries, I took your son, and I give you back a warrior who will bring your eldest to his knees. Kill him if he fails, but if you cast him out if he wins, it will be the last time you insult me.” -Vonnath to Zevi’s father. -

Zevi looked over quickly at that statement but then rolled his shoulders. He refused to be seen as weak. Not here, not now. His eyes developed that icy gaze and his hand gripped his dagger. His brother meanwhile held a smirk, the taller bigger Drakkan was fully prepared to kill the younger brat.

Zevi fought with a ferocity unknown to his brother and father, who had underestimated him, they thought little of him and did not know of the talents he had picked up in battle, and perfected on the trip home. However, that did not prevent him from gaining a scar to his face, a reminder of the battle and the day he fully proved himself. Zevi fought, and beat, his elder and more Drakkan brother in a manner that left onlookers aghast. How could a half-breed best a more pure warrior?-

Vonnath laughed, “Zevi fought with me, we were ambushed and he saved my life, and even though i cannot raise a sword above my shoulder, I at least still draw breath to train and support more warriors due to his spirit and tenacity!” -

He continued to point out, that all his life he was shown no passion, and thus no way to curb it or tame it. He may have a long way to go as a warrior, but this youngling was well on his way. Zevi’s father was not amused. He immediately drew his sword and accuse Vonnath of “helping the disgrace cheat”. Before all onlookers, Vonnath Challenged and warned Zevi’s father one last time. Vonnath was a great many things, Brutal, heartless and wrathful, but to call him a cheater, and to insult his profession yet again was too far. Zevi’s father and Vonnath dueled, and despite his wound, Vonnath left the man in a crumpled heap, humiliated and scared from chin to waist with flame and sword. -

“We are off to see the princes, we have news for them. Zevi, your place is not here, where your talents will be wasted. Join me as i give the report, and then go pack your things. You will join me in my own home. You are best put to work- not ignored and wasted to be idol or ignored by a fool who cannot hold a sword.” This was the last thing Vonnath ever said to his once old friend.

Zevi gave one look at his father before turning and walking away with Vonnath never to look at his father again and he was more than fine with that.

Other:
Appearance: Zevi is more gem in his traits then Drakkan. He has steel grey eyes and deep red hair. His horns are a black coloration and his ears are pointed.

Adult Content Preference:
I am good with either. I will follow the comfort levels of the partner and work from there.

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Castan

Castan Monster Biologist

Name: Castan Heulyn

Age: 22

Gender Female

Role: Monster Biologist

Skills:
-Sewing: She can sew a number of different fabrics from leather to satin (However lace gives her problems)
-Fact relocation: Aka she can spot a creature and spit out facts about them. She can also be triggered by questions or words that relate to the facts she knows.
-Tracking: She can look at tracks and not only know what they came from (if she has studied that creature) but also figure out where they went
-Anatomy: Being that she has dissected many a monster she knows what a lot of them are like on the inside she has an advantage for if she has to fight them or if she is with someone better than her at fighting she can inform them of weak points
-Climbing: Surprisingly she is quite good at climbing, and will use it as a defense.
-Bow and arrow: Thanks to her father she has pretty decent marksmanship skills

Equipment: This is what your character has. Be reasonable with how much you take and I'd recommend a theme such as long ranged fighter, close ranged slugger, etc.
-Handmade suit: She created a suit of armor from the hides of monsters and modified it with claws for protection from the very things that she is studying

the suit

minus the cape this is the result

-Skinning knives: Extremely sharp knives designed for taking away hide from flesh without resulting in too much damage
-Rope: a 20ft rope she keeps coiled up
-backpack with more equipment: this holds the rope along with things to aid in sample collection and writing down notes
-The Swiftwind: A compound bow given to her by her ranger father that she pairs with a hip quiver...allowing for more ability to hold things on her back and faster loading. The bow itself is rather complex and meant to have enough power behind it to take down larger monsters...or at least slow them down. Paired with a sniper type attachment, she is prepared to defend herself with it.

bow appearance

Appearance:
Castan is small at 5 ft and rather pixie looking. Her softer features make her appear younger than she is and her rather large golden hazel eyes give her a rather pixie appearance. She has more of a pair shape with her lower half holding more weight then her upper half and seems fit in a lean way. Her hair is a bright red and she keeps it short to keep out of the way when she researches.

Background:
Castan was born to a ranger and a monster hunter both well known for their work. Raised amongst hunting and research led to a knowledge of the beasts that occupied the outside world in both how to kill them and how to use them. Her parents were not particularly cold to her, just busy. Often the time she would get with them was mainly when her mother was working and her father could both watch her and tell her all of his stories leading to a fascination with the creatures.

As Castan grew older she decided on the path of a monster biologist. This resulted in her going from her being watched to watching her mother work. Learning more about how to study the animals that were brought in for her mother to inspect. Often the monsters her father brought in were already dead and the goal was to inspect them for weak points, how to kill them better.

At the age of 18 she was assigned to go beyond the wall with her mother, to see what they could find in how to deal with the monsters and this is when her father was killed. Castan remembers it as a blur, a monster appearing suddenly and while her father and the rest of the team took it on she and her mother ran as they were not suited for fighting and their knowledge was valuable. Most of the team made it back, but her father did not. Her mother quit her research that week and collapsed into grief leaving Castan to practice her archery with the last gift she had received from her father and wonder just what would have happened if her father had had a better form of defense. She wanted to make something that would ensure something like that never happened again.

2 years ago she had her chance. With the excuse of starting up her mother’s research, she was able to gain access to different corpses of animals and create her first monster suit. Seeing its completion and marveling at its effectiveness she could not help but decide to keep it for herself and keep it a secret, rather she made it more understood that she wanted to copy the properties of the monsters...not steal their flesh.

Castan’s knowledge and research are what caught the attention of a few teams. She was not the weakest monster biologist and her goals would benefit a team...let alone if she could actually create her plans of suits that used similar builds to the monsters they faced.

Other: This is the part where you can add anything else you think would be good to know about your character or would like to add for characterization.

Wish:To understand monsters enough to help humanity or herself by using them.

Trauma: Castan’s father died protecting her mother and herself when a monster attacked. She had been on that trip as an apprentice to her mother and the resulting attack left her wanting to make better defenses against monsters.

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Dujae

Dujae

Dujae SaDiablo

”Hmmm No. I don’t think you’re worth my attention

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Character Summary

Name:(Full Name)
-Dujae Lucivar SaDiablo
Aliases:(Nicknames, previous names, maiden names, etc.)
-The Queen's Pet (He absolutely hates this one.)
-Prince SaDi
-SaDi
-High Lord (Not by the living and only by new demon dead usually…..or if hes mad)
-The Sadist (Almost like a second personality….only comes out in certain occasions)
Age:
-Unknown (Rumors have it hes about 1700)
Birthday:
-He does not say, preferring not to celebrate it.
Race/Species
-Hayllian and Dhemlan
Gender
-Male
Birthplace
-Dhemlan
Jewel color (Birthright and Offering)
Birthright: Red
Offering: Black
Class/Caste
-Warlord Prince
Languages (Eryian, Glacian, common etc)
-All ( has too much time on his hands….also lorn but we won’t get into that)
Occupation (Merchant, guard, etc)
-High Lord of Hell mainly however the living do not know this

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Appearance

Height:
-6 foot
Weight:
-190
Body Type:
-Dancer’s build. Muscular but not super in your face about it.
Eye Color:
-Topaz
Hair Color:
-Raven Black
Skin Tone:
-A lighter golden tone

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Character psychology

Sexuality:
-No one really knows
Relationship Status:
-Single
Personality: (One paragraph or more)
SaDi seems to have an air of seduction about him. A cold layer of distance paired with it that no one can really seem to get past. Even those that have slept with him say that never once did he look at them lovingly. Hardened golden eyes is what they received instead of loving warm ones. Almost as if he hated the act….without even touching the person.
Along with that is when the Sadist comes out. Usually when incredibly angry or when he actually goes into rut (Which he has not for an extremely long time) SaDi becomes a creature of terrifying seduction. Someone who would send even the most experienced running. No one truly enjoys it when the Sadist comes to play.
SaDi had been softer once. But that was quite some time ago and with a rather short lived individual who has long sensed passed. No one has seen those topaz eyes become warm since. Some have tried, but they have been unable to get past the cold walls that have erected.
Habits:
-When he’s alone sometimes hes found staring at his left ring finger with a form of deep sadness.
Hobbies:
-He enjoys cooking
-Arts of seduction
Fears: (1-3)
(This would give some of the plot away.)
Likes:
-Cooking
-Reading
-the library
-Exploring
Dislikes:
-Being told to seduce someone
-Being told what to do by anyone other than certain people(One of whom is dead)

Skills

General Skills (cooking, fire starting etc)
-Cooking
-Dancing
Combat skills (Daggers, bow, etc)
-Daggers
-Poisons
-Potions
Magic skills (Healer, combative etc)
(A lot of stuff that will be revealed as the rp goes on….unless someone really pisses him off)

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History

Background (2-5paragraphs)
Dujae was born to the previous highlord of hell and once he was old enough to know that his mother was not the best of people. She was manipulative, spiteful, and abusive. Often he would pass between his father and his mother until his birthright ceremony.

The small boy walked to the the altar for the birthright ceremony. After it was performed the small boy clutched a red uncut jewel with pride etched on his face. Then his world crashed. His mother denied his father paternity. With determination there was a small blast from his new red jewel as he tried to reach his father. To no avail as he was too new to the jewel.

From there his past was a rather traumatizing one that lead to his immense skill in seduction. He does not talk much about his youth until his adult years. He did manage to escape the situation, but it left a deep mark on him.

Dujae’s past from there reaches a point where he seemed healed. A queen that created a new dark court. He happily took up the consort position and found himself wed to her. Unfortunately...she was short lived race. He only had about 120 years of being happy until she passed away. This caused him to revert back to the way he was before her….the court now having been long disbanded.

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Additional Information

Other (anything that doesn’t fit elsewhere)
Theme Song:
Shawn Mendes (cello)~Mercy
-Black Jewels

The Black Jewels

Well I cannot revive at this current time

in fact I was thinking of doing something completely different

Anywhos
We shall see what happens

Wrath of Darkness

Castan

location: With the team!

Castan blinked as she was blatantly insulted by a man she did not know. Her smile faltered and her gaze started to harden, her opposite hand starting to ball up before she exhaled and ignored what happened. She gave a small oft smile toward jake and made sure her handshake was firm but not too firm. As she let go of the hand and gave a smile to isis. "Thank you. I am perfectly fine. An insane male is not worth my time nor my effort" With that said she moved away and worked on preparing herself.

Once time was up she made her way down with the rest of the team and finding herself settled she let herself zone off a bit. That is until spook spoke to her. She gave a nod "Oh, I am indeed a biologist and if you want to do that for me you can" A smile was given as she listened to the rest and glanced at the journal being written in. "Oh you have? That is awesome! and don't worry abut being sudden, its fine" A brighter smile. "Do you prefer spook or vitra? because I know sometimes nicknames aren't always what you want." She lightly taps her chin. "Oh and you can call me castan or cass"

Caftan decided to continue ignoring anything and everything that prophet was doing until it was more relevant. She soon lightly tapped her own forehead and started pulling out what looked like an all black outfit. "Since we are going out I should suit up a bit huh?" And with that she pulled it on and was soon covered with this black suit that didn't have a very visible way that it was closed...as if it held a hidden zipper to make sure there was no opening for attack. Her face was hidden in it and she had claws at the end of her now covered fingers, her bag held on her lap...it was now hard to tell her facial expression.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Zevi

Location: tournament grounds
Interacting with: no one yet

Zevi had made his way to the tournament grounds and felt a sigh. While many would be participating zevi decided not to. Instead of fighting he would watch...especially those that had weapons that he himself had made at some point. Though no matter how unique very very few received the twisted blades he kept for himself. If he was going to fight he wasn't about to be kind about it.

Zevi glanced around himself and made his way to where he was intended to sit the metal in his hair glinting with head movements and the bands on his horns added to it. He was dressed to impress and along with it should he be forced to fight what he was wearing allowed for quick movements. Though if he had to impress he would rather do so with his skills at the forge then his fighting skills.

Zevi knew that some if not all of the men he arrived with would be participating and the most that meant to him was making sure his weapons did well in battle. He settled in and his eyes focused on the grounds now in front of him. Steel eyes giving him a strong silent look despite his more gem features. Hopefully he was not forced to interact with those gems in sheer clothing. He could fake it and fake it well but that did not mean he would enjoy it.

summary

Zevi made it to the tournament grounds and settled in. He's there to watch not fight unless forced to. And he's really hoping those girls don't force him to interact with them

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Damon Fawkes

tattoo count: 2 wolves

Damon blinked at the chaos in front of him. There was a lot to take in and given that magenta of all people were present his arrows would probably not be as helpful as they could be. With a quick motion he started moving. He could at least help out someone...he did not quite know who yet, but he was moving. As he was doing so magneto was taken out so that was a plus.

What Damon soon realized was that he was heading for Marigold and Allison while his wolf tattoo was heading for magneto. The wolf laid on top of the man as if to keep him down, which given how the wolf's maw was near magneto's throat in case the guy did chose to wake up it was a pretty safe bet.

Damon made it to them and nodded. Clearly he was there to help however he was needed.

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Othello

condition: ??

Othello looked at the chaos in front of him and slowly a grin swept his face as his watch began to go off signaling to him that he needed to take his pills. In his vision each individual changed and warped and while he heard what was said it was processed differently. Just in time he moved and avoided being taken out by what looked like to him a neon pink wolf.

Vacant lavender eyes looked around and Othello shook his head his voice slightly off. "Well, it was quite fun while it lasted but I think I shall take my leave rather then get captured. After all what kind of time waste would that be for me." A laugh escaped him. "Almost as good as being locked away while knowing you can leave out the front door."

With that said, Othello made a dramatic bow and seemed to vanish in a puff of purple smoke abandoning those he had teamed up with, but they probably were prepared for that from someone who was clinically not right in the head. However, given Othello, if he was really needed he would not be terribly difficult to find if one were to really look for him.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Zevi Mael

location: the capitol exploring while he heads to where he is supposed to be
interacting with: Vonnath --> no one

getting to the capitol collab

Zevi sighed as he moved with Vannoth and the rest of the envoy. Out of all the rewards to be given, did it have to be a bride? He was still annoyed about that and while he understood it did not mean he was excited about it. The sigh was the only show of annoyance from him as his face remained passive and his steel grey eyes seemed emotionless. His hair was braided with a metal band in place instead of rope...as if for him the metal behaved as such, the red of his hair contrasting with the black of his horns.
Zevi had not said much for the entirety of the trip, but now he cleared his throat and glanced toward Vannoth. ”So…..what kind of bride will you be looking for?” curiosity sprung in those eyes for only a moment until it vanished. He was trying to balance showing friendship and being...what was it...drakkan enough. Pointed ears slightly twitched with amusement at that thought. He was now considered drakkan enough but he was still going to have to constantly be proving himself….even if he already had the reputation of one of the best blacksmiths.
Vannoth looked back over his shoulder, giving a scoff “Whatever they give me. I already have to deal with one Gem. . . I don’t an even girlier one.” He smirked, happy with his minor jab. Vannoth had been leading the minor procession of warriors, only two had earned a reward from the princes, the rest were coming for the tournaments in an attempt to prove themselves. “Alright lads, remember we are guests. We are here to celebrate, not destroy the alehouses. . . Again.” He chuckled, having had to play witness to recruits and young warriors causing havoc on a daily basis he was partially numb to it, like a parent who just wants to club his children with a pillow filled with bricks. Vonnath stood at a fairly stunted height compared to some Drakkan, and was not overly broad od massive built. In fact, where most drakkan are concerned he was not focused on overwhelming strength but the technique was his bread and butter.
Zevi glared at the jab and shook his head. ”just for that I'll start making you pay for weapons” It was clear he had wanted to jab back, but suppressed it. It almost looked painful for the red head. His arms crossed as he continued next to his mentor mentally throwing verbal daggers at him but not actually saying any of them. At least they were almost there...then the brides could be picked up and they could go home...where they would then have to deal with the gems being there all the time. He suppressed a shudder.

After zevi parted ways from his mentor he walked fairly slow. It looked like he was walking with a purpose as he kept his head held high and his gaze straight ahead, but reality was he was taking his time to get to where he was supposed to be. After all, after this he would not have as much time to himself. If anything he would barely get to be himself. The thought was upsetting but at least with a bride he would seem far more drakken and that he would not complain about. At least not too much.

Zevi seemed to ignore pretty much everything around him from bars to the market rather keeping to where he was going. He was taking a slower route, but also not letting himself get distracted.

summary

Nevi essentially got to the capitol and is now taking the long way to where he needs to go but at the same time is not really all that distracted.
pretty boring from him right now actually.

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