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Blackguards!

@BunniesOfDoom What an interesting concept! I like it very much 🙂

@Red Wizard

I'm glad! I wasn't sure if magical mafia would count as evil enough to be thrown into the Maw lol. I'm glad it made it through.

Umbra Rose Condos

Oh pizza sounds good! As long as people don't eat the delivery guy

Blackguards!

Everyone's characters look so old so far and my girl is over here with a huge grin on her face, looking young and happy lol.

Summoner

The Menace of the Westerlands

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Name

Malia Namzu

Race

Human/Mercane Halfbreed

Gender

Female

Age

25

Appearance

For the most part, Malia looks rather human, however, her Mercane heritage comes through in a few different ways. Her skin, for one, has a bluish tint to it, especially on her face and torso. The further from her center the skin is, the more normal of tinge the color is with her hands and feet being the most natural of skin color, at least for a human. She also has unnaturally long fingers with an extra index finger on each hand. She is tall, standing at a lanky 7’2” and weighs about 210 lbs. Her hair is a steel blue color and curly, usually free and falling down in flowing locks around her face. As for her attire, she is usually in loose robes adorned by yards and yards of jewelry. Each finger has, at least, one ring on it, some having even two or more depending on the sizes. Her wrists jingle each time she moves with how many bracelets that adorn them and some may say her neck looks heavy with how many jewel encrusted necklaces she has wrapped around it. Even her wide brimmed witch’s hat has a ring of gems around its crown, each of a varying size. She even has some gems woven into her hair and has a circlet with a few gems resting on her forehead. She practically glistens when she walks in the sun.

Personality

Malia is stubborn to a fault, believes she knows best in all situations, will die on any hill even if what she's fighting for is completely false, and thinks she should rule the world. An absolutely great combination of traits for any 25 year old to have. She can quickly get on anyone's nerves and personally thinks she's unbeatable even though it was her defeat that brought her to the Maw in the first place.

She doesn't trust anyone and thinks that if something needs to be done, then it's only ever going to be done right by her, unless it's killing someone. She doesn't like to get her hands dirty like that. She will, if she has to, but she much rather leave that to the brutes. She's far too sophisticated for that.

Background

Malia was born a bastard child of a wealthy Merchant woman. At first, she was ignored by the populace because her mother was one of the best merchants in the Westerlands and she was kept locked away inside the manor. However, as she grew older, it was getting harder and harder for her mother to keep her locked away. Little Malia would be found roaming the streets at all hours of the day. Her blue skin, height, and extra fingers always made the other children nervous. So, even though she only sought companionship from those her own age, she was usually left standing in the streets as the human children ran from her in terror. No one knew who her father was and her mother never spoke of him, not even to Malia. All she ever got was that he was not of this world. Constantly being locked away and neglected, Malia developed a rebellious personality that only spiraled into a dangerous one when she learned that she not only could wield magic but was actually quite adept to it.

At the ripe old age of 11, Malia encountered the court magician on one of her forbidden outings. The man took an interest in her immediately, trying to discover her heritage and to see if he could figure out just what she was. In exchange for his research, he offered to show her some of his magical items and spells. With nothing else to do and an obvious interest in who her father was, Malia agreed. So away they went to his study so he could run some tests. At first, he had thought her part giant with some kind of birth defect. After all, she stood at least six feet by that point, so she must be part giant and the birth defect would explain the odd hands. However, when he ran the tests and cast the appropriate spells, the results were a blatant no. Perplexed, he began to run every test he could think of. Tiefling? Negative. Merfolk? Nu uh. Elf? Nope. Celestial? Nada. The tests went on and on and day after day Malia returned to his study. As the magician worked, she explored and learned. She found she could wield any magical item, no matter what it was. It did not matter if the item required something to wield it or for her to have a certain type of ability to wield it, she could use it without any problem. She also discovered, by chance, that she could teleport, if only a very small distance. She discovered she could teleport when she accidentally opened a case that was not meant to be opened.

The magician had long ago given her free reign of his study with the cautionary words of “if it’s closed, it stays closed.” And she had intended to follow those rules entirely but there was this one case. It sang to her. In the beginning it was so easy to ignore. He said to leave it alone, so she left it alone but, each time she came into his office, the singing grew louder and harder for her to ignore. Eventually, her curiosity got the better of her and she opened it. A creature was inside, a shadowy beast who tried to devour her the moment the case was open. Instincts took over and before she knew what was happening, she had dropped the case and appeared on the other side of the study even before her scream was finished. Unfortunately, the magician didn’t have the same chance as her. The beast had gotten a hold of him before he had a moment to fully comprehend what was happening. A battle ensued that eventually ended with the magician mortally wounded and the shadowy beast locked within a jewel the size of her palm. Before he perished, the magician entrusted her with the wand that had trapped the beast and the jewel, giving her a warning to never release it else suffer the same fate as he. She promised to never release the beast before the magician passed.

Now with the weapon the trap creatures in jewels and a powerful creature trapped within the jewel, she set out to discover just what she could trap in jewels. She began small, a rat here, a cat there. These gems were tiny, some barely larger than her fingernail. As she experimented more, she learned that the more magic a beast had, the larger the jewel became. So she began a collection. Her mother had no problem eventually taking her jewels and making them into jewelry for her to wear. So Malia began decorating herself with the beasts that she had transformed into jewels. Eventually, she decided she wanted to do more than just catch and wear the creatures. So she invested in some magic that allowed her to control the creatures as well and thus her summoner career began.

One would think that Malia might use those skills and the creatures she captured and controlled to help the kingdom but all those years of neglect and distrust from the populace had long ago planted a seed of distrust and resentment within the girl. She used those creatures to get whatever she wanted. She found pleasure in causing people annoyance. It began small but as her jewel horde grew, so did her power and influence. Before long, Malia had her fingers dipped into the darker crimes of the kingdom. As she grew into adulthood, she had lords in her pockets, each paying her a large sum of money to keep their part of the kingdom safe. She was quickly growing wealthier than her mother ever had hoped to be and she was becoming quite a threat to those in power but little girls were never meant to be lords. Eventually, the lords of the land gathered their resources and hired an assassin to kill her. He almost succeeded, to be honest. He got very close but it was the unleashing of the shadow beast that finally brought the fight to an end, leaving her barely alive and severely wounded. She was retrieved, healed, then sent to the Maw by the order of the King.

Talents

• Teleportation- She can teleport up to ten feet away with ease and up to three times in quick succession. If she wants to take someone with her, she can only go up to five feet and only once before having to rest. She can’t take more than one person with her at a time.
• Magical Item Adeptness- Because of her Mercane heritage, she can interact and use any magical item without having to learn how to use it
• Creature Summon- Because of the vast horde of creatures she has captured throughout her lifetime, she can summon an array of different creatures to her aid. Depending on how magical they are, depends on how many she can have out and control at one time. For example, she can control a horde of rats with ease while summoning more but she may only have out a single griffin or phoenix and depending on their magical abilities depends on whether she has the jewels on her person or within her bag. The more magical creatures, whose jewels would be far too large to make into wearable jewelry, would all be carried around in her satchel. So the true threat comes when she reaches into her bag.

Flaws

• Her Age- Malia is young. Being only in her mid twenties, she can be reckless and rather at times. She thinks she knows what's best, even if she doesn't, and will try and convince everyone else that she does too.
• Doesn't Like To Personally Get Her Hands Dirty- She doesn't like being the one in the middle of all the action. Shes more than happy to be the one who starts it all but she doesn't want to be the one who ends it. She rather be the one who drops in the golden apple and see the fight ensue.

Equipment

Just her clothes, jewelry and her satchel that she keeps slung over her chest.

Miscellaneous

She can get a little touchy if someone pushes too hard to try and figure out what she is because, she herself, doesn’t know.

Blackguards!

@Red Wizard haha yeah, it's an old, old D&D creature

Blackguards!

I was thinking a half breed with a Mercane. It's not set it stone yet though.

Blackguards!

What other types of races are we allowed? Can we pull from different types of lore instead of what is just listed?

Death's little predicament- BunniesOfDoom x DragonOC

His reapers really were stupid. As he watched the reaper ping pong back and forth between the walls, he wondered how much work it would take to tweak them to give them just a bit more intelligence. Usually, when they wear a face, the reaper shares some of the intelligence from the one they borrowed the face from but faceless as this reaper was, they were sitting at the intelligence level of a baby. As the second reaper joined the first, he reevaluated that. Rocks. They were about as smart as a bag of rocks. He sighed as he dragged his hand along his face. As Kaia hurried off into the deeper parts of the house, he turned to the other reapers, holding his hands out to the sides to keep them from stepping forward and onto the carpet. “Alright, all of you. I'm going to need you all to take a face. Doesn't matter the face. Just pick one. Now.” All the reapers in the room froze to look at Death as their formless faces began to ripple and change. Some of them chose unfamiliar faces but many just copied the face of Kaia's mother. Death took a moment to stare at the duplicated faces before he just threw his hands in the air. “Good enough!”

A few reapers stepped forward, peering at the barrier that held their comrades before they reached down and started to dissolve the carpet. Death crossed his arms over his chest as he watched them work. Now that was far more logical than just walking into the barriers and getting yourself stuck there. Nonetheless, it was a slow process. The reapers were going to be dissolving the carpet for awhile at this rate. Death could do it with one touch but he couldn't use his magic and that infuriated him more than anyone could know. He paced behind his working reapers, clenching and unclenching his fists as he did so. He grumbled the whole time. He wanted nothing more than to just get his boys out of that stupid trap and go melt that magician in his bed but he had to rely on his reapers and Kaia to do all the heavy lifting while he sat back like a spoiled kid and do nothing.

When Kaia came barreling down the hall again, saying how they had to go, the reapers straightened and stepped back from the partly dissolved rug. Death gave her room to work, peering back at the reapers who all wore the familiar face of her mother. He made a bit of a disgusted face at those reapers but felt it wasn't the time to work with them to get new faces. They would just have to deal with problem later. They had to get out of this place if the magician was waking up. Just the thought of running from a mortal made Death grit his teeth. What had become of him? All powerful, reduced down to a mere powerless mortal.

He led the way back to the basement, his reapers following behind just as quickly. He whirled around on his eyes, looking for the window and the chair just under it. He locked his eyes on it and pointed. “Go!” He called out in a whisper and his reapers transformed into black smoke before sailing off and out the window in one fell swoop. He ran to the chair and climbed on before he turned to face Kaia, holding a hand out for her so he could help her up and out of the window. He gave a tug when she grabbed a hold, pulling her up on the chair and was about to grab her waist and push her up through the window when a voice reverberated out through the shadows.

“There you are!” It hissed before a larger than life hand of black shadows reached out and engulfed them both, carpet, chair, and all. There was a sickening spinning sensation as the world around them went black. Death clung tightly to Kaia as the world vanished.

Not now. Not now. They couldn't do this right now! They need to get out of this place. They needed to go! How could she do this to him now?! Damnit! He knew she would come. It was only a matter of time but right that second? She had the worst timing in the damn world!

The spinning sensation ended and Death felt his feet land solidly on- something. The chair clattered to the ground and Death took a look around. There was no color around them. The world was just solid black, the only color coming from them, themselves. It was as if they had been placed in a black void. Well, to be exact, that was essentially what had happened.

“Death!” A petite woman materialized out of the darkness, her skin a pale white. She wore a thin dress of black that left nothing to the imagination. A dark shawl of black and blue hung over her head with stars glinting along it. Her hair is long and dark, stars shining from within its curls. Her eyes were large and wide with a deep purple color. Two large black wings sat tucked against her back and when she saw Death, they spread behind her wide, those too flashing with sparkling stars. She ran forward to embrace him, wrapping her arms around him tightly and crushing her small frame against him.

“I have been searching for you! I feared I would not find you. I am glad to see you well.” She released him and stepped back, eyeing him up and down a moment before saying, “well, alive, I suppose. I was afraid a lesser god had finally decided to try and rid us of you so they could take your place but when Artemis told me where you were, I had to come and get you! Who would have thought someone could trap you, let alone a human. A hum-”

Death held up a hand to stop her ramblings. “Nox, I'm glad to see you well. I know you had only good intentions.” She only ever had good intentions with Death. If a god could have a crush, Nox's would be considered an obsession. In reality, she couldn't help it. Darkness and Death tended to go hand in hand together. Ever since her first manifestation, she had a thing for Death. He was, to a degree, a bigger, scarier version of her. Her darkness wasn't final. They were always broken by the light of dawn. But Death? Once you fell into the darkness of Death, there was no escaping it. His was the last and final darkness.

“We were trying to do something there.” Death continued, Nox crossing her arms and cocking a hip as she eyed him.

“Oh? It looked to me like you were running away and with a mortal girl, no less.” Her purple eyes settled on Kaia for a moment before she turned them onto Death again. “If you ask me, I did you a favor getting you out of that mess.”

Cozy Fantasy Village-Life RP

Sounds good to me! Let's get this party started

Blackguards!

@POOHEAD189@BunniesOfDoom Hey, thanks! Welcome to the game. Do you have any ideas for characters? 🙂

@Red Wizard

I'm thinking a dark summoner character.

Blackguards!

Oh! Oh! I want in! I want in! This looks so fun!