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Character you have created: Conscious light. Light Manifest
Alias: Entity
Speech Color: Italic black (please excuse the lack of color but it is tricky to apply from my phone.)
Character Alignment: Walking the line. (Indifferent/unknowing)
Identity: Known. (One identity)
Character Personality: Light Manifest is a quite, calm, patient entity. He is curious about much and is happy to learn through observation.
He has little concept of good and evil or emotions such as fear hate and love.
Entity is quite straight forward and a more logical thinker lacking compassion and empathy.
He is slowly discovering such things, especially with Ella, even if he doesn't understand it yet.
Uniform/costume: Having no true physical form Light Manifest can , and often will for the ease of those he interacts with, create a physical light image of a male human. It is void of any fine detail or defining features and often has a soft glow to its unique unilateral color.
The flat color of the image often depends on his mood and the surrounding light.
Origin Info/Details: Light cannot recall the day he found consciousness or what event or experiment transpired to bring it to be so. He only knows that for as long as he can remember he could only see in the way a blind person see's, through his touch of light.
For a small eternity he simply watched, he cannot even remember all the things he has seen, it all seemed inconsequential to an existing thought, a being with out reason or the ability to act or interact.

Hero Type: Energy (Light)
Power Level: C, World.
Powers:
Light manifest is a formless conscious that can manipulate light.
His level of manipulation over the energy is so extreme that when surrounded by enough light he can slow and condense it to form physical constructs. Mainly a human body.
He is not made of light and instead needs to use it. He cannot exist without a source of light and will slip into an unconscious sleep. However he can condense light into physical form and recycle much of that energy to travel through darkness as it slowly dissipates.
Should he wish it and if he is willing to relinquish his physical manifest, he can travel around at the speed of light without form.
He can see in a wide arc everything that the light touches around his location.
It is not like normal vision though.

He is an expert illusion creator, going so far as being able to create the illusionary image in the targets eye.
Invisibility is also an easy task for him to grant to others.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: Normal human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level:
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: N/A
Agility:
Intelligence:
Fighting Skill:

Resources:
Weaknesses: Darkness, morality, understanding.
Supporting Characters: Ella, a lost little girl whom he first spoke too. Meeting her as just a little child together the two learned to form sounds and speak.
By solidifying invisible light the entity could imitate and create vocal cords, first he pushed air past it then adapted the design to soft light vibrations.
Entity didn't poses the natural affinity for language that the young girl did but with patience, determination and the absence of distractions that all innocent curious children are consumed by, he kept up with her.
If only just. His relationship with her is the closest thing he has to a bond, with anything. She is now a bright young girl who has suffered many many long hours in the therapist's chair. Her odd friend has caused her to be an outcast amongst other children her age. He didn't learn to manifest until she was already 14.
Then Ella went from a therapist to an exorcist.

Tired of the mental and emotional punishment of his naive innocent presence she finally told him to go away.

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Avarius Elthandeir

Avey storm rider,

Appearance

Age: 21
Sex: Male
Appearance:

• Height: 5'9"
• Weight: 80kg
• Eye colour: (Heterochromia) Green with blue invading around the left pupil.
• Hair: long brown
• Physique; athletic
• Clothes: A modern high tech tight armoured under-suit hidden beneath primalistic furs and feathers.
• Tattoos & body mods:

Personal details

Personality: To say Averius was an odd child would be an understatement, to assume he had out grown it would be gravely inaccurate. Just as genius can be found in the misfortunate and mad, the inner workings of Avey's mind was both a mysterious blessing and a curse.

At certain times he not so much lacks empathy but is totally void of even the notion of it.
His humour is often dark and his thoughts commonly unfiltered and unrestrained.
Most the time he appears light hearted and aloof. Despite his oddities he is quite shy and quiet.

Bio:

The EVOS;

Long ago just as men began to forget of the Great War, as it slowly slipped from minds and history alike, like a dying faint breeze rustling amongst fallen leaves. There were still those that had been born under the ideals of ancestors whom rejected and regretted the choices that were made and despised the new world they had created.

These were the original Evos, born to those emphasising with the behemoths, abandoning civilisation, technology, social structure and political law to live wildly on and with the stolen land. Respecting that which came before them and the mystical energies that were still present.

That oppressive angst travelled deep within their blood and bones and while the stories would eventually be forgotten, their nomadic natural beliefs would be passed on through generation and generation for the many more to come.

Eventually and then on continually this free living was challenged and interrupted causing them to continually flee and travel further away.
Finally one day they stopped, finding their haven in the far desolate corners of the planet high amongst dangerous yet beautiful jagged sheer edge cliffs.

It was a harsh dangerous life but one they adapted too, more so as each decade passed. Eventually they re-integrated with the ever expanding civilisation and were pardoned from many laws to allow them to continue their wild mystical ways. Much of their ancestry began to wash from their blood as new unions bred it out. Ideals became complicated as they stood against new fallacies under the shallow guise of necessity.

Desire and laziness slowly won over ideals and traditions and the Evos was again integrated into civilisation, it became more the location then the people. But the thing about ideals is that they don't always die with the people. A hidden secretive organisation rebuilt the Evos decades later in a dramatic romanticised vision of cunning wildness, beautiful ferocity, and mystical acuity.

Amongst a classroom of 12 Avarius was born. Stolen from his family for his long hidden lineage he was raised as a puppet warrior. When his skills and aptitude out ranked all conceived expectations, his tutors pride, vanity and greed saw him flaunt the ability of his pupil.

Reason for joining:

Combat

Weapons: Body blades;
While named 'body blades' for the many concealable and retractable knives and blade edges, the weapon is actually the entire suit.
Developed to suit the terrain and lifestyle of the Evos, it meant they were always armed and prepared with a weapon they could never drop and was always ready for use, no matter what limbs were free or desperately hanging onto a cliff edge.

While the origins were a simple defence and climbing aid the suit soon became a lethal weapon.
Overtime there became multiple variant styles of body blade suits with individuals customising them to suit their preference or skill by substituting certain knives and locations with other spiky sharp means of death and decapitation.

Avey's suit was not built to preferential design, ease of use, trends in style or to match his at-the-time skills. It was built purely for efficiency. An efficiency that has taken a long time to hone and master.

Combat style: Close quarters;
Favouring speed, agility and misdirection Avey's style also encompasses momentum and joint manipulation.
He is ruthless in combat, he has no qualms exploiting his opponents weaknesses, nor does he believe in a fair fight.
He fights smart and calculatedly using every advantage at his disposal.
Elemental affinity: Air
Magic:
Detail:
Uses:

• Offensive-
• Defensive-
• Support-
• Other-

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Name: Vallen Harlaw
Culture:IronBorn
Age: 25
House/Affilitation:House Harlaw
Overlord: House Greyjoy
Biography:
Appearance:

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Name: Vallen Harlaw
Culture: IronBorn
Age: 22
House/Affilitation: House Harlaw
Overlord: House Greyjoy
Favoured Weapon: Throwing axes
Religion: Drowned God
Vallen claims favour from the drowned god due to his webbed toes that have served to make him an excellent swimmer. (Also led to his survival when abandoned to the sea.)
This has not stopped him from witnessing and participating in dark magics while on Basilisk Isles.
Appearance:
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FAMILY
Mother: Arelle Wynch

Father: Unknown Harlow (supposably)

Biography:
During reaping Arelle fell pregnant without a husband, after returning home and Vallen's birth it was accepted that his father was a Harlow who died at sea.
Many discussions, deals and pacts were had in secret prior to that knowledge going public or being accepted. Vallen was a bridge between two powerful families but his position and circumstances made him many enemies.

From early on Arelle fretted for her sons safety and spent every spare moment training him in the ways of ironborn. Her love was tough as he needed to be tougher. Her ambitions consumed her and all plans of glory depended on her son.

In 380 AC Vallen traveled to the Basilisk Isles with his close friend/rival young. During the trip home, a spiteful plot against Vallen saw him cast out to sea and left to drown. However the Drowned god decided it was not yet his time and Vallen survived the impossible swim back to shore which left him stranded on the isles.

During Vallen's childhood, his enemies often looked at ways to hurt and hinder the favoured child so he was often challenged in the game of Finger Dance. Even at a young age he adapted quickly to the skills and expertise needed to be formidable, if not a master of the game. It didn't come without cost however, he wears scars from his failings and is missing most of his right pinky finger.

It was a horrid survival on the Basilisk Isles but his skill in the game and close intensive combat training from his mother saw him through the horrid years until he managed to get himself smuggled to Westeros.

Most of Vallen's story takes place on the basilisk isles. From his life in the wild, to slavery on a pirate ship. From an axe entertainer to a pit fighter. Vallen did what he must to survive. He fought for his survival and clawed against all odds every step of the way. Eventually, overtime he killed all those that berated and used him. His ruthlessness, savagery and wit, coupled with his determination, persistence and fearlessness made him a formidable opponent and great bodyguard.

It was only after he shed the blood of an invading Ironborn ship reaping the isles that he realised how far from his rock the tides of fate had taken him. He took that ship, and just enough crew to man it and set out to sea.

One of the surviving thralls spoke of ill happenings to his family in the many years past and warned of the disaster that awaited should he return. So instead Vallen navigated to Westeros, the drowned god claiming the souls of most his men and once again nearly Vallen's as the ship was destroyed upon a rocky outcrop.

Vallen later awakens on an unknown shore, once again with very little possessions and no friends or family.
Just the blessing from a dead god, the blood of an Ironborn and two axes that thirst for blood.

No longer a boy, now a man, Vallen would carve out his destiny on his own terms. With the skills he was good at, fighting, killing and surviving. Even as he sells himself as a sword (axe) for hire he would not forget the lessons learnt on the basilisk isles. He continues to practise blood rituals in secret.

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Name: Azerus
Age: 19
Power: Energy Manipulation

Details

Azerus can manipulate natural energies, of himself, nature or his foe. At low levels it burns like white flames, traveling through and empowering parts of his body. Higher vibrations cause erratic energy that arcs and can be thrown around like lightning. Stilling or absorbing high levels of energy cause a freezing effect.

Basically he can power up his physical attacks with fire lightning and ice.
That's using his own energy and the energy around him.

Lightning can arc and be thrown. It also speeds him up.
White flames can ignite things, burn those that's touch him and gives him a boost to str.
Cold is slower acting and moving, he can bolster his defence or freeze things he touches.

Lastly Azerus can draw energy from a foe (usually unexpecting) it leaves them feeling lethargic and tired. Weak even. It takes a while to suck out someone's energy and Aspeth favours to do it prior to battle secretively or by drawing out the fight knowing the longer it goes the weaker they will slowly get.

Appearance:

Image

Color and location of symbol: White with black outline, left ribs on his side

Quotes:

Quotes

“Life is black and white, there is the powerful with right to rule and the weak bound to follow”

“Those that fear the dark haven't seen what the light can do.”

Bio:

details

Azerus was born into a dark guild. Both his parents esteemed members.
Before his birth Azerus was held to high expectation, which he had lived up too. Having been a prodigy at the age of seven they began weaponising him earlier then any other.
He had both a lavish and strict upbringing. Expenses were never of any concern yet he hadn't the luxury to indulge in his own thoughts or concerns. He was told exactly what to do, when and how to do it. His young body forced to endure long hours of training and punishment and despite exceeding most others, his efforts were always met with cold disappointment. He was but a child when he started working. A cold upbringing creating a cold wizard.

Personality:

details

Malicious and spiteful Azerus is extremely arrogant believing himself fit to rule. He is ambitious and power hungry only to be out done by his father. His arrogance and cocky nature often get him into trouble but his sharp wit and ruthless ferocity see him out of it.

Reason for joining:

details

The dark guild was eventually shut down and Azerus parents imprisoned for their misdeeds leaving the child all alone. Azerus who still wanted to grow stronger and prove himself sought out the toughest guild by name. Fairytail.

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Name: Valask
Alias/title: The Abomination
Age:
Gender: Male
Race:

soul-purist (decaying)
current body- horned people (cyberized)

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral/ Neutral good.
Description:

Normal

Decaying

Personality:
Valask was once a selfish, overindulgent, judgemental, elitist snob. Nearly all that has been beaten from him by the cruelty of fate. Nearly...
Still learning lessons, Valask is in the process of becoming more empathetic towards others.
He is untrusting of strangers at first, always aware, and may appear shy or conservative until he is comfortable, then he can become quite loud and passionate.

abilities

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Skills:

• Hunting, tracking & trapping
• Cyborg surgery
• Stealth
• Cooking

Traits: None
Class: Monster hunter

This is very much a striker class. Using skills and magic to gain the upper hand, Striking from concealment suddenly and hard hoping the foe will fall quickly.

Job: Cyborg surgeon
Soul Spells/Abilities:
Soul tech aids these abilities, they are about as easy to use and as draining to him as holding his own breath.
Quick activation, limited time,

• Fade into shadows.
  
  (Visual disorientation field)
  Become harder to see, works best in darkness but also in light. An invisible disorientation field that compels the mind to pass over and ignore the disturbance.
  The blur in your peripheral, that one corner of the room you just haven't looked at. Amplified by actual stealth skill and hiding.
• Sound suppression.
  
  As expected, manipulates the air so any sounds created within a tight radius are muffled out and suppressed. Loud noises escape at a softer level.
  External sounds still enter, they are softer but still recognisable due to fully surrounding the suppression bubble.
• Eagle eye.
  
  Increases sight by enhancing focus, attention to detail, peripheral and distance. Soul tech connects to the brain to enhance the processing speed of identifying and analysing the images. Reasoning for limited time use.
• Elemental efficiency.
  
  While gaining no elemental effects, Valask draws on the ferocity of fire, the swiftness of air, the versatile flow of water and the stubborn solidness of earth for a short burst empowering and enhancing his attack and combat reflexes.
• Metal soul.
  
  Valasks soul extends into the metal he touches for a brief time giving him some extended control over it and an enhanced awareness of it and it's surroundings.
  Useful for his chain whip, metal traps and soul drain.
• Soul Drain.
  
  To fight off the physical decay of his dying body Valask must continue to absorb fresh souls. New to the process it requires strong physical contact and concentration.

equipment

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Weapons:

• Chain Whip
• to get

  Bladed retractable Staff, wrist mounted Crossbows (grappling/spear attachments w' steel cabling)

Armor/soul tech gear:

• Head: Hooded cloak
• Chest: Cloth Tunic
• Gauntlets: Worn fingerless Leather Gloves
• Rerebraces: N/A
• Vambraces: N/A
• Flauds: N/A
• Greaves: Tattered Cloth Pants
• Boots: None

Vehicle/pet:

past

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Relationships:
good

Selena

As close as good will get is Selena.
Sister to the previous owner of the body he now occupies. She dislikes him greatly and her mannerism and attitude proves that consistently, but she took the time to teach him how to fight and survive. Regardless how sad, angry or unhappy she is about the situation, she still see's part of her brother and reluctantly helps in little ways.

Selena

bad

His wife

Un-accepting of her husbands fate she accused the creature of breaking and entering, theft and murder. Using all his own resources against him she put out an arrest warrant and bounty on the decaying horned mans head.

Horned people

They find his cybernetics to be a betrayal and insult to their customs and ideals.

indifferent

The cyborg black market

Traders, interested in parts from the animals he hunts and his skill as a cyborg surgeon, they have a thin mutual beneficial relationship.

Androids

Proven to be less bias then most living creatures.

History:
Valask was born a Purist, an only child to well off parents. They devoted everything to his success in life and died of age in his middle years.

Valask's success ended the day he became one of the Decaying.
Taking the body of a horned person to escape his own he has since continued his profession and cyberized it.

He is now a rogue beast hunter. Hunting monsters for their souls to sustain his own. Unwilling to drain humans.

In generalisation he is an outcast from most other civilisations.
Even when his 'Decaying' status is hidden, he is shunned by purists for his horned body. Out right hated by other horned people for his cybernetic implants and attachments. The elementals seem to be savvy of his decaying nature and spare him no trust.

He has forgone his previous luxuries and now fights just to survive.

long story

Valask once had it all, the beautiful wife, large central apartment, renown reputation, friends in high places, enough credits to squander. He was important and respected. Life was good, life was easy.
In his past life he was a cybernetic surgeon, and a good one at that.
But somewhere in his career he saved someone that other people didn't want saved. He saved many lives with cybernetic implants but unfortunately there are those out there who feel strongly against the practise and even those who weren't too happy to become cyborgs, preferring instead to just die.
Either way his expertise in his field of work and lavish lifestyle eventually lead him to deal with a few unsavoury characters, and for reasons still unknown one day he vanished into a black bag and later woke up beaten and dying in a shallow muddy grave.

Left for dead it was a horned man who was digging him out. It was unclear what happened next but he will forever remember that look deep within the eyes of that majestic creature. There was a serene acceptance, a silent wisdom, a humble forgiveness.
Next he was looking into his own bloodshot swollen eyes as he held his own half buried lifeless body in large new muddy hands.

He had never thought much of the naturist horned people, simply dismissing their ideals as primitive and weak. He considered them less advanced.
Technology was the future, technology was power.
But now, he was one of the horned people, and something more...
Or less.

He was unlike other decaying, something the horned one had done. He also had no interest or intent in stealing any other body but the one he was in now.

In his new form he was unstable and weak of strength. He stumbled aimlessly for days slipping in and out of consciousness. Eventually there was noise of civilisation and it drew him towards it.
At first sight upon realising he had stumbled upon a settlement of horned people he was gravely disappointed. Remembering he was now one only worried him more.

{prologue: meeting Selena}

Soon he discovered he could harness life from other creatures and he began working his way up the food chain.
Along the way he trained in martial weapons and hunting tools. All the whilst he was also adapting to and training his new mind and body.

Back at full strength he tried to return home. He was less than welcomed. He was abused, berated, accused of lying and worse. No one would accept his story or could accept him. Back in civilisation there were few animal souls to satisfy his decaying hunger and his masquerade fell as cracks began to show.

Things became complicated, violent and very messy! Minimising injury to others he took a lot of damage to himself. His new body handled it surprisingly well but still he lost some functionality. That's when he returned to what he knew best. Cybernetics... Hidden away in a forgotten lab he worked on himself tirelessly. Time after time again. Many attempts being unsuccessful until he cracked the secret for integrating tech into a decaying horned one.

Shunned from his past life he tried to return to his new, but now with cybernetics he found they wanted no part of the creature he had become.
His very presence was an insult.
Barely tolerated before, now they wanted his death. Selena only just managed to pardon his execution opting for permanent exile instead.

So he left, a lone wanderer, an abomination, a monster hunter.
Then the call of the child came and without reason he answered.

Prologue:

Selena

A voice sweet, smooth and sturdy, broke the silence of the hundred judging eyes surrounding him. It was strangely filled with a nostalgic familiarity yet remained unrecognisable as never before herd.
"You!" It demanded with an odd gentle assertiveness.
"What is your name?"
She spoke expecting and demanding obedience.
"Valask"
Valask dryly replied without thought, dazed and confused. He thought somehow he had answered wrong or simply his answer displeased the exotic horned woman. Her hand found his throat and she tightly lifted him off his dirt stained knees to a standing position with surprising ease.
So drained and tired he didn't know if he could stand on his own but this woman's confidence was intimidation and her aura inspired fear into Valask's heart. So he found the energy to stand.
"Abomination! I ask you again, what is your name?!"

Valask answered again giving his name more loudly this time. She reciprocated with a sharp blow to his stomach that sent him hunching over to the floor in pain.
Picking him up she questioned him again.
"Horned one, tell me your name!"

Valask tried to answer with his name, he tried to answer with explanations, he tried to answer with truths and lies but every time he was simply viscously struck down, lifted up and re-questioned.

"Avarius Elthandeir" In his last moments of death filled fear the words slipped out on defeated sobbing breaths.
The beatings stopped.

"Just you remember that. Now come, follow me and remain silent."

Valask's mind was full of confusion and questions. He soon learnt better than to openly voice them. As long as he stood by the name 'Avarius Elthandeir' he would live, he would go unharmed and be spared shelter and food.

It was rare that she ever spoke to Valask, but she continued to try talk to her brother Avarius. Valask simply listened and learned, obeyed and followed. Through that she taught him of the creature he was now, of his condition and how to fight to survive.

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Avarius Elthandeir

Avey storm rider,

Age: 19
Gender: M
Appearance:

• Height: 5'9"
• Weight: 80kg
• Eye colour: (Heterochromia) Green with blue invading around the left pupil.
• Hair: long brown
• Physique; athletic
• Clothes: Simple natural clothing.
• Tattoos & body mods:

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Personality: To say Averius was an odd child would be an understatement, to assume he had out grown it would be gravely inaccurate. Just as genius can be found in the misfortunate and mad, the inner workings of Avey's mind was both a mysterious blessing and a curse.
He is very kind and gentle but often lost in his own world.
Future Specialisation: Master of skies
Summon(s):

• Iju (Lowest Grade air elemental)

Backstory: Avey grew up on a simple farmland, his busy parents loved him dearly but his aloof attitude proved to be more of a hindrance then help.
A few bad seasons saw the crops wilt and flocks die. Life became harsh. They feared for their child's health.
Knowing he was different and quite unique they sent him for his summoner testing, hoping and preying he would pass and be given a better life.

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Guild master

Horondo,

Old wizard. Master H

Appearance

Age: Undisclosed, Very old.
Appearance:

• Height: 6'4 (not including the hat)
• Weight:
• Eye colour: Steely blue.
• Hair: Thinning on top, heavy white with a majestic beard.
• Physique: Frail with age.
• Clothes: Heavy wizard cloak and hat that hides even heavier armour beneath.
• Symbol colour, location: Pending

Personal details

Personality: For such a humble wise old man he is very impatient and abrupt. He is more often a quite observer but will not go unnoticed when he does speak.
One could be easily fooled and mistaken for thinking him a cold careless selfish man, on a personal level his compassion can seem endless, if you have earned it.
His social problems stem from the many distracting thoughts, puzzles and problems that continually run through his mind simultaneously every waking moment.
Bio: Little is known of his extended past, Horondo is new to the land bringing with him his experience wealth and granddaughter. He has been instrumental in guild structure before but outside of that knowledge he shares very little.
Reason for creating the guild: Horondo lost control of his last guild to his three children. Unhappy with the environment Izzy was in he started a new guild upon her desperate wishes and travelled far away from his haunting past failures.

magic and abilities

Combat prowess: E-
Basic sword and cane, the old man can move surprisingly fast when he has too.
Name: Air Force magic
Type: Matter manipulation
Rank: B+
Detail: Horondo's magic allows him to create an invisible solid square block out of the air. It can be of varying sizes and he can create multiples if needed. These squares can be fully enclosed or have one or multiple openings.
By further manipulating the air within it he can;

Remove all air at creation,
Make it a near solid block,
Or by semi-solidifying it, create a shimmering sludge that acts like quick sand.

Uses:

• Offensive- Solid blocks can be used to crush opponents. Trapped opponents can be suffocated.
• Defensive- Solid walls act as invisible barriers and shields.
• Support- Can be used to slow or trap enemies.
• Other- Can be used as a container or climbing blocks.

Granddaughter

Isabelle,

Izzy!. The young inventor

Appearance

Age: 16
Appearance:

• Height: 5'4
• Weight:
• Eye colour: Wild brown
• Hair: Long thick light brown with a tint of fiery orange.
• Physique: Slender, thin.
• Clothes: Minimal, beside nearly every possible accessory.
  Goggles, hat, gloves, belt, travelling boots, back pack, and her trusty reliable dear coat.
• Symbol colour, location: Pending

Personal details

Personality: Izzy is a bright curious and bubbly young lady. Her biggest flaw is her naive belief that others share her innocence.
She is highly gullible and easily mislead or tricked. Given the choice she will always show sympathy and give a second chance.
It is near impossible to wipe the optimistic smile from her face or cheerful gleam from her eye.
Her second flaw is her endless curiosity and desire to experiment and learn.
Bio:
Reason for joining: Horondo put his experience and resources into starting the guild just for Izzy. He strongly believes it is a crucial factor for a growing young Mage.

magic

Combat Prowess: E/D+ With guns. Izzy is agile and fit but untrained and quite weak, as expected for a 16 year old girl.
Her skill with her magic musket is quite good however.
Magic: Limitless creation
Type: Manifestation (invention magic)
Rank: E-
Detail: Izzy's magic allow's her to bring the cogs, gears, beams, springs, wires, nuts and bolts from her imagination into reality.
The different parts are often different bright colours depending on their properties.

Blue- solid/rigid
Green- flexible
Red- malleable/slick/gooey
Brown- soft/solid/light (wood like)
Yellow- brittle/sharp (depending on shade)

The magic can only exist within close proximity to izzy and is subject to all the laws of physics expected for what it represents.

Uses:

• Offensive- Besides the obvious of making a stick to bat someone with, Izzy in her ingenuity often discovers ways to trip, trap, stumble and batter her opponents.
• Defensive- Barriers are the quickest and easiest defensive derived from her powers.
• Support- Situational, but Izzy must be close.
• Other- Long ladders don't work. A very young Izzy once learned this as the base of her construct continued to disappear as she got higher, leaving the young escapist climbing in one spot.

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Selcia,

The iron maiden

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Age:
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• Height:
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Bio:
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magic

Name:
Type:
Rank:
Detail:
Uses:

• Offensive-
• Defensive-
• Support-
• Other-

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Ivas,

... 'That guy'

Appearance

Age:
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• Height:
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• Physique;
• Clothes:
• Symbol colour, location:

Personal details

Personality:
Bio:
Reason for joining:

Abilities

Combat prowess: B
Ability: Werewolf (Lycan-infected)
Type: Beast shift
Rank: D
Detail: Ivas was bitten by a werewolf and now suffers a control-less change on each full moon.
Uses:

• Offensive- increased speed and strength and an enhanced hybrid wolf form that comes on full moons and rare occasions.
• Defensive- Slight advanced healing. Excellent when transformed.
• Support- He has slightly heightened senses growing stronger nearer a full moon.
• Other- Occasional lack of control and a weakness to silver.

Ability: Card offence.
Type: Mystical / enhancement.
Rank: D+
Detail:
Uses:

• Offensive-
• Defensive-
• Support-
• Other-

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Wizards life! :a Fairytail inspired guild story.

"hmmm" The young girl smiles as she taps her chin in deep contemplative thought.

"An initiation test, what a GREAT idea!"

Brimming with excitement she waves her hands in the air signalling the other approaching wizards. Wishing to address them all at once.
Squeezing her eyes shut tightly as concentration wrinkles grow on her face, she uses her own magic to create a sturdy, lightly glowing brown box.
It was clearly built of magic, not looking natural at all.
Izzy placed it on the ground and then stood on it to gain a better height to address everyone.

Despite being ready to burst with excitement, she patiently waited for the others to arrive before announcing her great idea.