CollectorOfMyst

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@Mae If you wouldn't mind making her braid a bit thinner, and her lips a bit closer to the original version, that'd be great.

Also, keeping in mind her colour scheme - maybe make the sash a cream or white to go with her cardigan?

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@Mae Well, then. ‘Risky’ isn’t a word my characters tend to know - Jamie will take the Lore for now. As for Aaron’s rework, the original, please.

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☽ Caleb ☾

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General Information

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NAME: Caleb Osiris Martineau

AGE (13-17): 16

DATE OF BIRTH: November 2nd, 2000

APPEARANCE: As pictured.

RACE: Witch

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

FAMILY MEMBERS:
Juniper Martineau (née Scarlet) – Grandmother
Alwyn Martineau – Grandfather, deceased
Bowen Martineau – Father, deceased
Willow Martineau (née Jacinth) – Mother, deceased
Delia Martineau – Sister, 12. Quiet.
Attie Martineau – Sister, 10. Strong.
Gwenn Martineau – Sister, 6. Happy.

Juniper and Gwenn

HISTORY: Juniper was once a counsellor at Remedy, a popular and well-loved member of the faculty. Those who knew her then might tell you that she was a skilled teacher, a good guide and never wanted for any more. But then… she fell in love. Alwyn met her on a winter night when they she took shelter in his library. He was a normal man, a researcher who wanted to learn as much as he could, be it history, science, arithmetic, or otherwise. His earnest desire to find truth and the passion for his work had its effect on her. And her sunny personality and her own brand of knowledge made him fall for her too. So she left her job at Remedy, in order to pursue her relationship with him.

Bowen was born without magic, but he was always strangely aware of things that should have been beyond his knowledge. Such as when an old friend of his mother’s visited, he already knew that she and her daughter were witches. But, aside from that, he grew up with a relatively normal life – and would even marry the girl who had once been his childhood friend. Caleb, their son, was full of energy and knowledge, but was never found too far from his younger sisters – always ready to protect them if need be. This family didn’t have everything, but their life was comfortable and happy.

But it seemed that this life was to be cut short. February 24th this year, a call was received, and Caleb answered the phone. His parents’ car had been hit by a drunk lorry driver... but that man had walked away without injury. His parents did not. As the legal guardian and sole living relative of the four children, his grandmother would be joining them the next day, to sort the funeral arrangements, before taking them to her home in the country.

Caleb has changed drastically since then. And, given that Juniper has to take care of Caleb’s younger sisters, one of whom is now experiencing her emergent powers, she reached out to an old friend – and assures him that he will get better tutelage there than she could give him for his magic.

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Personal Information

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PERSONALITY: Caleb, to someone who barely knows him, is a solemn individual, openly hostile to social interaction, and will respond vehemently to anybody who pushes too far. However, this is just a shield he uses – anybody who already knows him will remember the protective elder brother, the scholar searching for knowledge, and the artist who wore his heart on a paper sleeve. All these things remain, just with a more solemn gaze, and a fear of getting closer to others.

POWERS: His general knowledge of magic can be a little rough, at times, but when it comes to potions or runes, he excels.

HOBBIES: Caleb likes his alone time like any other, but he enjoys reading, drawing, and writing most. He is an exceptional artist, but struggles to draw something he cannot hold clearly in his mind.

ANYTHING ELSE WORTH MENTIONING: Be it a book, an essay or a painting, most of these things are marked by an Ankh. He also wears a pendant of the same symbol.

For those who may not know what an Ankh is;

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Dennis

Full Name: Dennis Zachary Eden

Nicknames/Aliases: N/A

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Rune/Location:
Berkano, on the nape of his neck.

Rune Powers:
Nature Speak – By touching a plant with his bare skin, he will instantly be connected to the ‘wood wide web’, if the plant he touches has enough mushroom mycelia in symbiosis. Using this will make him ‘aware’ of everything in his surrounding area, with more limited communication the further the mycelium spreads. However, it has limited capability – it overrides all of his own mind’s functions, meaning that it can be difficult to pull away. He also cannot use his other power during this time.
Phytokinesis – Be it rain or shine, dark or light, Dennis can manipulate nearby vegetation, trees, flowers, and even moss. For the most part, it’s his ability to accelerate a plant’s growth that comes in use. He is also able to command them to grow to enormous proportions (…to an extent) and develop vines, tangling roots, and barbed thorns. He can even persuade them to quickly regenerate, as long as the ‘wound’ has not been burned. Not all scars can heal…

Description: Tending to wear things bought cheap or found in charity shops, Dennis is often considered ‘simple’ in what he wears – consisting of a small range of jumpers, jeans and shirts. It’s more out of necessity than desire… okay, it’s completely necessity. But, he doesn’t mind. It’s for Tom, after all.

Personality: Dennis is a tough nut to crack. It isn’t that he’s antisocial or he doesn’t believe in people… he’s just rather closed off person. It comes mostly from his situation as his brother’s only bodily able relative, and their financial difficulties from the same situation.
He’s also been alone for a very long time, and had to grow up far too fast. Caring for an ailing parent and a younger brother tends to do that to you. So he isn’t going to bloom without a little coaxing.
His determination, strong desire to protect, and his reason for joining the Blessed all stem from Tom. And so does his perseverance, strength, and ruthlessness.

Skills:
Photosynthescout – Due to his ability to connect to the plants’ network, as long as these things are in the circuit, he can ‘see’ the surrounding area. It can also be used to identify his, or other people’s blind spots. Though, the aforementioned difficulty of disconnecting means that there will be delays in his relaying this information.
Hold Fast Your Determination – As long as he knows he needs to help, and he’s not totally incapacitated, he’ll keep on fighting. While it might be overall harmful to his own body, it may just be the tipping point needed to win.
Adaptable – He might not always appear to be, but he’s a quick learner. He’s had to learn a lot of things over the years, and adding another few things to his arsenal isn’t going to be a problem. So prepping him for combat, isn’t going to be much of a shock.
Cheap Chef – Since he’s spent the last five years caring for his younger brother and mother pretty much by himself, he’s learned to get a little inventive with limited ingredients – and it turns out he can be quite good at it. He prefers to prepare meat and bread and pasta, mostly, since fruit and vegetables started screaming at him when he tries to eat them.
Athletic – While he hasn’t gone out of his way to do running or weights and the like for a while, he’s certainly no couch potato. He won’t fall behind too far.

Weaknesses:
Arid Areas – if there is little or no life nearby, not even the smallest seedlings, it begins to take a toll on Dennis himself. Quickened exhaustion, increased paranoia and shortened temper – separate him from the plants and he’s useless.
Tethered – Dennis’ dedication relies solely on Tom’s well-being. If Tom – or somebody he believes to be Tom – appears to be in danger, he’s not going to think or hesitate. He’s going to help his little brother, no matter what he has to do.
Unexperienced – While he’s good at training, and perhaps even good at controlling his powers, he has put neither to practice.

Brief History: Dennis Eden, born from Chris and Lily Eden, was relatively happy for most of his childhood. It was the three of them, and then four, Tommy being born when Dennis was nine. They lived in a nice house, with a nice garden, in one of the smaller towns. He went to school there, too. But for him, it was too small a world. He always wanted to see what was beyond that great big wall, and explore, and protect the people he cared for… but that wasn’t going to happen.
It was unexpected. There was an attack in their home area – Dennis and his brother and mother were all out shopping, but their father… he’d been at the neighbours, helping them fix their sink or something. And… well, the officer didn’t go into details. Just that several parts of town had been… destroyed. So, their mother took them from the town, and to the city.
They moved into a small apartment in the city. The rent was cheap, but Lily could only afford it by working multiple jobs. Dennis learned quite quickly that he had to keep quiet about their home situation. So he kept away from others. Didn’t try to make friends. Didn’t interact with them. And he definitely didn’t talk to the adults. But Tommy did. It took warnings from both his brother and mother to convince him not to talk about their difficulties.
And then… his mother got sick. Dennis was seventeen at the time. At first, doctors didn’t believe him, but her condition would worsen by the day. It took a while before anyone figured out that her condition was an Auto Immune Disease – her own body was attacking her. Eventually, Dennis quit school in favour of working in labour or odd errands to keep them afloat, to pay for bills and medicine, and to make sure Tommy got along in school. It was barely just enough to get them by. And then… the Rune etched itself into his neck.
Dennis didn’t know the nature of this rune. He wouldn’t know just what it could do for a while. But he did know about the Blessed, and what they were trying to do. If this was what he thought it was, then he’d cut them a deal. Proper treatment for his mother, and a much better education for Tommy. That’s all he’ll ask of them.

Other: Dennis has dated both men and women, though he’s never quite put a label on himself.

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Kuren

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Kuren Yao

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General Information

Name: Kuren Yao
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Bender or Non-Bender: Non-bender
Nationality: Fire Nation
Height: 5 feet, 11.7 inches
Weight: 152 lbs
Appearance/clothing style: While he rarely is seen out of his uniform, Kuren has been known to wear outfits of the same, singular black that are specifically tailored to him.

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Personal Information

Positive personality traits: Serious, a quick thinker, and protective of his friends.
Negative personality traits: Standoffish, overly-perfectionist, and a little superstitious.
Role: White Lotus
History: Native to the Fire Nation, but having spent time as a child reading of the customs of both the ancient and modern nations, he would then join the White Lotuses at age sixteen, and travel to each during his training. Given that many of his friends and comrades were practiced benders, he was in a rather fortunate position to observe their bending forms as well. Across his training, he would go through lessons in strategy, weapons training, hand-to-hand combat, endurance, and many more – trying his hardest to excel in all. He would, at times, adapt the bending styles his friends used into his own form of combat, where instead of using them to bend the elements, he would use them to his enemies at close range.
Upon completing his training, he would be gifted with a bokken, a thin, curved sword, though its edges were dulled. By attaching it to a small generator on the back on his glove, it is quite simple to cause an electrical current to run through it, making it a rather effective weapon. Since, he has been sent on several missions, most of them diplomatic in nature, but has already had a share of combat.
His latest mission has taken him to the Earth Federation, on the search for the Avatar. Though many Earth Benders in major cities across the world have been observed, none would prove to be the one they sought. However, one of the Grand White Lotuses has sent Kuren out on a journey that she assures will cross his path with the Avatar’s. He carries with him the four Avatar relics that the Air Nomads once used to identify the next in the cycle – in the hope that, should he meet the Avatar, they will recognise them.
Special interests/skills/hobbies:

• Meditation – To calm the mind, and balance the soul, Kuren took up meditation. He will find a quiet space, often permeated by morning or evening air, and complete at least one hour of meditation every other day. If he doesn’t manage this, it is very likely that he will become more irritable and less focused.
• Pai Sho – As with many members of the White Lotus, Kuren spent much of his time during training playing the ancient game of Pai Sho. Though not many of his compatriots enjoyed the confusing mix of strategy and patterns, Kuren would spend much of his free time attempting to improve his skills. He doesn’t compare to the many masters of the game, but he’s still quite skilled.

Relationships (family, friends, etc.):
Mother – Lari Yao, Deceased. Though Kuren only has a few memories from his childhood of his mother, they were all very happy ones. She had been a professor, of sorts, before illness took her. Kuren doesn’t remember what field she worked in, nor has he any clue as to where such information would be found. But he stopped looking for answers a long time ago.
Father – Rion Yao, Deceased. Rion was the one to encourage Kuren to join the White Lotus. Some suspect that the man did it as a means to get the youth off his hands. They are correct, in a sense – except, Rion sent him to the training academy gave to give his son a far better life than he himself could. He died a few weeks before Kuren completed his training.
Mentor – Meng Wu. One of the Grand White Lotuses, leaders of the order, Meng Wu is a descendant of the legendary fortune teller Aunt Wu, who would meet Avatar Aang during his journey. Kuren would on occasion confide in her during his training, which she oversaw before she rose to the position.
Anything else worth mentioning: N/A

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Tristan Veneti

Name: Tristan Veneti
Sex: Male
Culture: Brittonian
Age: 23
Physical Description:

For all intents, Tristan resembles any other young nobleman who might reside in the court. He dresses finely, and stands both tall and proud. With a mop of brown hair that he keeps short, for the most part, and hazel-coloured eyes that always seem to shine with mirth. His face is fair, his skin pale, and any scars he has are more likely from childhood scrapes than battles. After all, his life is somewhat comfortable, to the observer. He does, however, keep himself fit, from a combination of practicing swordplay and archery, and dancing at events in court.

Occupation/Skillset:

Unknown by most, Tristan is a spy in the employ of the Duke. Well, it wouldn’t do for people to know, after all – it would defeat the purpose, in fact. His duties mostly entail surveillance, gathering information that various nobles or merchants might try to conceal. Smuggling silk or spices, diplomatic sabotage, even the occasional murder – all these are Tristan’s to uncover. Sometimes he relies on subterfuge, picking locks and climbing through windows, to get what he needs. Other times he uses deceit and charm.
And, of course, he has a fair number of skills that come from being noble, though not all. He has trained in swordsmanship, archery, and riding, learned how to dance, bargain, and strategize. These lend themselves to his overall skill.

Personality:

Tristan considers himself to be suave; and in a sense, he is not incorrect. He is intelligent, charming, elegant, and carries an air of confidence. But he can be arrogant, from time to time, and he is by no means wise. He has a tendency to be zealous, and this can lead to recklessness, or close calls. Due to his blood status, he might suffer from taunts or jeers from his peers, and this usually results in anger. Additionally, around others, he might act pompous, and foolish, though it is far from his actual self – it is a mask he wears, a façade, so that others don’t suspect he knows more than he lets on.

Backstory:

Tristan is, in no uncertain terms, a bastard. He is the son of a servant woman, and a minor noble – Lord Aymon Veneti, low enough in power that he wasn’t among the most renowned members of the Duke’s court, but high enough that he had a measure of recognition. His father was both married and had an heir before Tristan, but that is not to say that he was ignored. In fact, he had a noble upbringing alongside his half-brother, Reinald, and when she was born, his half-sister Adelaide. He was snubbed by his step-mother, of course, but he thought nothing of it for a great portion of his life.

When not being educated by the harsh tutors, or playing games with his brother, he spent time with his mother. Despite the scandal of her son, she had been kept on at the Veneti household, to the Lady Veneti’s protests. He would watch her tend to her duties. She kept out of sight like servants should, but Tristan eventually became skilled in identifying where she and the other servants walked, where they’d go to conceal themselves – and he emulated them. Such was his life.

But, eventually, it could no longer last. When he was in the middle of his adolescence, the Lord Aymon took ill, and would succumb a month after. The change was swift. His father was mourned, by both him and his siblings. With Reinald taking over the household, the Lady Veneti stepped in to advise him. Tristan barely saw his brother anymore, but that was to be expected, given he now had duties to attend to. And as time went on, Tristan was given a summons by Reinald, to speak in private. Apparently, his step-mother had been whispering to him that Tristan might plot against him, in a bid for power, that even now he had to be careful of a dagger in his back. Despite Tristan having no such ambitions, they made an agreement, for the safety of both – Reinald from Tristan, and Tristan from the Lady Veneti – that Tristan should leave. That was how the young nobleman found his way to the Duke’s court.

Announcing himself as Reinald’s representative, he would attend court in his brother’s stead. This covered the documentation of taxes, the crops grown and the serfs that died and were born. Missives were carried between the castle and the Veneti residence. One day, however, Tristan found himself bored, and whilst walking the corridors, saw another man, a noble higher in rank, acting unusual. He would check behind him and in front of him, and dodged into rooms and alcoves whenever a guard might pass by. Tristan, unwilling to challenge the man, would follow. He trailed the man for quite some time, into the catacombs, until he encountered his target and another man talking with one another, regarding some shipment of a kind. Though he didn’t know the topic, he could tell that what these two men spoke about was neither meant to be heard by others, nor permitted by law. Stepping out of his hiding space, he confronted them. They responded by attempting to bribe him, and when he refused, kill him. His murder was prevented by a well-timed arrival of a fourth man, who swiftly detained the two.
This man himself was the Duke’s spymaster. Like Tristan, he had been trailing the nobleman. The man in question had been suspected for a while now. But when the spymaster had noticed the youth doing the same, he observed him, instead. Tristan was told he had natural talent, to which he disagreed, but when he was offered a position, he knew it would be poorly advised for him to refuse. He was taken on as a spy-in-training, and the rest is history.

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The Knave Of Hearts

Name: Roman Jacob Hawthorn

Nickname: The Knave of Hearts

Gender: Male

Age: Physically, Roman looks to be a twenty-so young man. However, as with many born of Wonderland, ‘tis not his true age. Nor would he tell you it.

Looks: Standing 6 feet tall to the mark, and possessing sharp features, he has long cut an imposing figure. Auburn-brown hair and dark eyes complement the look. He also has very little variety in his wardrobe.

Personality: Roman, mostly due to his name and infamy, is no stranger to solitude. He is quiet and of few words, serious, and evasive when it comes to talking about himself. However, in all but the most sensitive of matters, he will be blunt and to the point. He might offer you assistance should you need it, but don’t come to expect it.

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History:
When people hear the name ‘Knave’, all thoughts go to that fateful day… when the first Alice appeared among their midst… and Roman, not even a grown man at the time, was standing trial for stealing a tray of tarts.
Of his earliest days, he has no memory. There are no parents. No siblings. No games with friends or jokes with siblings. Just servitude to the Red Royal Family. Always standing to one side, ready to serve a meal or pour ale and wine. Sometimes he would saddle a horse, and others he had to polish all the silverware. He was just a servant.
Beyond his duties as a servant, he was also brought to be a companion to the young Red Prince. With no brothers or noble boys of his own age, Rex was to have Roman as a friend. In the end, it was just following orders from another person. A person who was clinging, and a little possessive, but they gave him orders nevertheless.
He was to train in the way of the sword, should he ever need to defend the young prince. Polish armour. Train with the prince. Spar with him, too.
And then came the day it changed. The Queen had made some tarts, and left them on the side. Rex was tempted, and so, he would order Roman to get some for him. Roman had done similar things before, but, in the end, it only took one mistake. And when his 'friend' didn't own up to making the Knave fetch the tarts... well.
“Sentence first, verdict afterwards.” Those are famous words. And he carries with him that sentence – a secret to all but he and the Red Royals. But whatever it was, it was severe, and reason enough for the youth to flee the castle. Perhaps flee is not the right word, since he is certainly no fugitive, and the Red King has made no move to pursue him. The knave disavowed his oath of service to the man, though his old moniker was never forgotten. And using the few skills he's learned throughout his life, he's set himself up as a part of the Mad Hatter's town.
Currently, he lives in an old-ish seeming house on the outskirts of town. One of the windows is stuck shut, part of the attic is too frail to be considered safe, and the front door doesn’t quite lock properly. But, it’s home.

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Job: Roman works as a man-for-hire, almost a mercenary. In his job description, you’d likely find the words 'swordsman', 'escort', 'troublemaker', 'courier', and 'investigator'. He's efficient and swift, and you can trust him to get your job done. So long as it doesn't involve murder, and you pay him first.

Crush: OPEN

Other: Ignore the lightning. He has no magical powers.

Played by: CollectorOfMyst

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@Lovejoy Hahaha... sleep? Not happening all that soon.

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@Lovejoy Give me like... 24 hours to edit that in. Not seriously, but I am like, uber tired right now. That all sounds good though, yeah. He'll probably still try to sneak into her rooms or something, but other than that - it all sounds good.

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

Oren let out a sigh. Drawing on some ether and waving a hand, the shards of metal embedded in the wall popped out and joined the rest. He walked over to one of the beds and sat down, facing Ziotea, his hands resting in his lap. She had posed some good questions. He might as well offer his thoughts.

"One thing at a time, I suppose... the report; I would think it's rather simple. When we return, we delay making any reports for as long as possible, and we search. We have a few things to go off of, and they're simple enough. Her tea leaves - you saw Father Antonin's emblem. Start there. He and Mother Lyessa have both lived long lives - it is possible that he has records of her, some connection between them. I'll see if I can locate anything of Mother Indira's that notes her vision. You and your partner can take a look in the archives, as well."

He looked down at his hand again, and slowly, tugged off his gauntlet.

"As for Rose... she is young, but I don't believe she'd be foolish enough to pursue the Shield. She was present for Mother Lyessa's tale, just as we were. She is wise enough to realise that this Remnant only means to destroy." He paused, then added, "It probably doesn't help that we are part of the Seminary and intruders in her home."

Oren stopped, still staring at his hand. "In your vision... you say you saw a fire. In mine... I was at Sydon-Mar... and I saw a great many people, all of them... I suppose the word would be 'loving'. They looked at me with love in their eyes. As it is... I cannot say whether I felt anything in return for them." His own eyes flicked upwards, towards Ziotea. "I am Omestrian. There is no changing that, as sure as blood flows through my veins. As sure as Omestrian blood is in yours."

He cocked his head.

"I know you have cast off the idea that you have anything to do with Omestris. Your destruction of the statue earlier said as much, but know this, Mother Ziotea Elpis Phaidros. I have many things about myself that I cannot stand - nay, I detest them. They weaken me, cripple me, and I cannot rid myself of them. Believe me, I wish I could, and as much as I hate them, they are part of me. And it is the same for you. Call it a curse, a heritage you never asked for, or any other name. That does not change the truth - that it is a part of you. You can do what you will, of course, but it wasn't just Aspect One-Nineteen that brought us here. If any shred of truth is to be found in what we have been told today, then Aspect One-Seventeen had its own hand in it as well."

His piece spoken, Oren kicked his legs off the ground and turned his back to Ziotea, making it very clear he wasn't interested in how she would respond.