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Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

KYZLER

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_{@Ellion@Cryptek12}

For most, there are few moments in life of pure tranquility and peace. Kyzlar had had just managed to find one such. For in that brief sheer moment, he experienced true weightlessness. Soaring through the air, the wind in his face, he was flying, he was free. The enjoyment however was short lived as before his lips could even curl into an appreciative smile it was all over. The tranquility and peace abruptly vanishing.

The once soft sweet cool freedom of air that gently brushed his face was instead viciously and violently replaced by the rough harsh unforgiving cobblestone road. His full weight and body following his face hard, crashing very unceremoniously into the ground. After a short tumble and many scrapes later he came to a stop.

A mix between laughter and a cough sputtered from his mouth. Behind him at the entrance of a large building, two burly men dusted off their hands as they went back inside. Some what now content. People without coin were clearly not welcome in that establishment. Especially those of the smart mouth, I’ll tempered variety.

With no goal or ambition to move from that spot he just lay there for a stretching moment. Drifting between the realms of sleep, consciousness and unconsciousness. This was a defeated man that lay on the floor. Defeated in life, heart and soul. A husk and a shell of his former self. All dreams and hopes long whisking away. Sorrow now clung heavily to the empty wilting frame, the burden and toll for his past transgressions haunting him forever more. No number of tankards of ale could wash it away. He was stuck with it. An all consuming and endless loneliness.

And then... a sound reached his ears waking him from self wallow. ‘Oh shit...’ he thought to himself as with a shaky sigh and wobbly struggle he quickly brought himself to his feet.
Staggering down the street with a somewhat clumsy haste he sought the cause of his dismay. The plea and cries of a child. He was too late. The sky roared and fizzled with sparkling colors as the girl was swept off her feet and taken during the distraction. Without thought and with as much skill and grace as his tired body could muster, he stalked the the rushing man from a distance.

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

@Dark Light Does the doll have a name?

@blackdragon

Hoping to develop one in game.

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

Open for interaction. Feel free to assume the location. :)

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

A witches murder?

’A path between here and there.’
_{Location: (Nowhere in particular.)}

As the dagger twisted, a sickening squelch escaped the wound, followed by the gushing of warm wet blood. It ran freely over the cloth twisted around the daggers hilt and over the hands that bound it, staining all that it touched as it made its way to the earth.
With a final heave the injury was cemented as fatal and the young woman, accused of witchery without evidence, exhaled her last and final breath.
Tearful eyes became empty and void of life, staring up at her attacker. The surprise, shock and fear still evident on her otherwise innocent appearing face.
All of a sudden her womanly frame became too heavy to hold and her body fell ungracefully to the floor. Dropping like a lifeless sack of potatoes. Stealing the dagger from her attackers hands.

And just like that, a woman was murdered and there was supposedly one witch less in the world. The events of Goldencrest had called to all manner of opportunists, want to be hero’s and misinthropes. New bodies began to pile up far from the dead town, ripples of the carnage that occurred. Not too far from this particular encounter lay a man older than most ever become. His robes of a noble nature and his equipment and tools more fancier and complicated than any commoner could ever hope to afford or fathom. Everything was laden in holy symbols and scriptures, written in a language not of this land.

It was foresight that led him on the path to Goldencrest, but alas he was too late, just as he was too late to avoid the arrow that now penetrated his chest.

Despite the intense emotional toll of the situation, the attacker stared blankly back at the lifeless victim, no hint of remorse or sorrow at all. No guilt, fear, recognition or even pride. In fact, no signs of emotion at all.

For reasons unknown the attacker chose to flee. Running from the scene as fast as they could. They left the small dirt road from which they travelled an just ran. No destination or purpose ahead. They ran and ran until they could run no more, putting as much distance behind them as possible. Where they were now, they were not sure. The scenery had all changed. Exhaustion flooded their tired body, before anything else they found a seemingly secluded hiding spot and fell unconscious.

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

“Blood is the currency of life and nothing in this world is truly for free. ”

Arden

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Personal Information

Full Name: Arden Black
Gender: Male
Age: early 20's
Appearance:

Image

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Background Information

Family: Arden's father was a good man, simple honest hardworking farmer, he just happened to be a little week of will. Arden's mother was a selfish and jealous temptress. Angered over petty sibling rivalry she seduced her sisters husband.
She had not wanted a child, only a spiteful indulgent satisfaction. But a child is what she got. It had hurt her sisters marriage but not enough to break them apart. They were stronger than that.
Furious, not wanting to be stuck husband-less with a child the jealous sister, Arden's mother, put her own newly born son up for adoption.

History: An orphan, he was raised in a very strict and religious boarding school. There he learned to fight and developed his angst for authority. Running away early he spent his younger years on the harsh unforgiving streets where he only grew to further resent the rich and privileged.

Despite his displeasure he often resorted to frequenting a local church as a last means of food, and it was there that he met a young girl around his own age and fell for his first crush. The two were near inseparable and eventually her family adopted him. Life did not suddenly and instantly become free or easy, while they took him in under their tutorage and taught him the basics of education, he still had to work hard for every meal and cost nights sleep.
This was no ordinary family that had adopted young Arden, the small close knit group were not even all related. In truth the girls small family was actually pack of hunters who needed many things tended to.

At first the young boy was reluctant to work, or worse, conform. But as time passed and the difficulties of street life caught up with him, in his own time he soon took to the offer. First he worked just for the essential food, then as curiosity took hold of him he became hooked on their philosophies and learnt much more of religion, combat and even magic.

However, it was still no place to call home. One sudden day, two of the older family members never returned from their hunt. From that day on Arden's responsibilities grew. He was to provide food, maintain the weaponry, gather supplies and run errands. At the same time of his duties growing so too did his inclining towards magic.
He knew what was in store for him should the pack ever discover this so one night, after an uncontrollable shock and display of his magic, he turned to the half prepared plan he had been dreaming up and ran off into the forest with the young love of his life.

He worked tirelessly to provide for them, but despite his best efforts she fell deadly ill. Exhausting all resources available to him he instead turned to some old rumours he remembered hearing of a magical pendent owned by a witch he lived deep in the forest surrounding the mountain.

The rumours turned out to be true, Arden found and stole the pendent which saved the girls life for as long as she wears it. But at what cost.

Arden was caught and went from one life of servitude to another, only now instead of supporting the hunters he works for the fire witch Mirai. Although he can never see her again, his love will live for as long as Arden continues to please Mirai. Years have passed since their separation and he returned her to her hunter family, but Arden is sure she is alive because of a pendant that he holds forever dearly and close.

The one perk of his current situation is that he can grow and train his powers, hopefully one day defeating the witch he works for.

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Special Power

Blood and earth.
He has been studying healing blood magic but so far can only treat superficial wounds and burns.
He can slightly alter the appearance of another person, namely temporarily hold their youth with the use of young fresh blood.
He also has a connection to minerals, metals and earthly things that he has not fully explored.

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Combat Information

Fighting Style: Arden is agile, fast and unpredictable.
Well trained, he often uses his opponents momentum and weight against them. He favours unarmed combat second to only his personalised Kusarigama.
He is an expert at disarming, tripping and distracting.
Equipment: Having grown up in poverty Arden holds few possessions dear to him. He has the clothes on his back, a few spare rags, a bed roll he calls home, his pendant and Iju.
Pendant- The pendant is filled with his lost girlfriends blood. It let's him know that she is alive and safe.
Weaknesses: Impulsiveness, confidence, his desire to push and test his limits. Competitiveness. The love of his life.

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Familiar

Name: Iju (named after )
Forms:

• Animal - a small rocky viper
• Weapon - Kusarigama

Magic: As an animal the earthly viper is very discreet and stealthy. It has a chameleon's camouflage ability and can bite, taking blood as subtly as a mosquito.
Tremor sense. (Weapon)
While Iju is in Arden's hands he can feel the vibrations in the air and ground around him like a snake would flicking out its tongue. It resonates softly to only him when an enemy or fight could be near.
Appearance:

Hider

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Miscellaneous Information

Things they look for in a partner:
He has a partner, it's why he endures what he endures.
He thinks of her every waking week and imagines she feels the same.
He has never considered the possibility that she has moved on or the pendant is a farce and she is dead.

Likes:

• His g/f
• Music
• Nature/Isolation

Dislikes:

• High society
• Greed
• Witches

Hobbies:

• Smithing
• Learning/reading
• Bad poetry (writing)

Character Theme:
Other:

The orphaned witch boy, raised by hunters now in life servitude to a fire witch. Can never be with the one he loves and knows nothing of his family or sister.

Kyzler

Kyzler

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Age: 29

Personality: Kyzler may not possess all the appropriate table etiquette's or even basics of social graces, but he is kind hearted and caring. Because of his fear of witches and his hazy memory he is often a bit reserved and cautious around strangers. Despite this he like a good drink and a laugh amongst friendly company. He never shy's away from paying for others if the coin is on him.

History: Kyzler was adopted and ran with a pack of hunters after his town was sacked and his parents murdered by witches. He was easily swayed into the hunter life not only by his burning desire for revenge but the lulling company of a beautiful young girl. Unfortunate for him he fell into a more brotherly role and had to watch on as she took a romantic interest in another and even went as far to bring this outsider into the family.
It was because of that constant pain he made the foolish decision to spare a witches life in exchange for her to take away his pain. He was lucky to get away with his life but she had done what she had said, the witch took away all his fond memories of the girl, and everyone else he had ever known.
Kyzler's curse doesn't end with only the people he had known but extends to anyone he could ever care for.

Signature Weapon: Dual enchanted swords. Not the most subtle of weapons but Kyzler is more than fond of them. The first sword is but a mere replica of the other, which took half a lifetime and many friends to obtain. It is a ancient sword of superb craftsmanship, made from techniques and materials since lost to time. It's strength and enchantments are what made it into the thing of old legends, it's wielders each one by one earning themselves a place in history.
Yes Kyzler was more than fond of it, but now he cannot remember why. He holds it dearly because it's all he has from his past but is unable to call on the powers of his majestic friend because he does not know its name.

Things they look for in a partner:
A purity and innocence, something to defend and fight for. A free wild spirit that cannot be controlled. A down to earth dreamer.

The cursed hunter destined to always forget anyone and thing he cares for.

The doll

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The Clay Doll.

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Age: True age unknown.

Personality: Developing. Free will is a new concept and she is still discovering how to use it. Her personality grows little by little every day with new experiences and interactions otherwise she is quite ‘lacking’ in that area. Quiet, obedient, shy. Unaware of social graces or standard manners.

History: A vessel and tool. She shares a similar history to that of an apothecaries pedestal, a hunters trap or a lords bedwarmer. Her consciousness is something that has come and gone over the many years depending on her masters needs at the time. But one thing is sure, since her creation she has belonged only to those of a single sect. An order older and more secretive than that of its few surviving members combined. While religious to a fault these zealots believed in using any means necessary to continue the pursuit and hunt of evil in what ever form it takes and no matter where it seeks its shelter. They were a rare breed that would ensure hell had a spot for them so they could continue the fight.
This ideology meant nothing was beyond bounds for them. They would use anything at their disposal, even the dark Magic’s they fought against.

Special Power: As a living doll she is immune to many of the ailments that concern most humans. She will never starve to death, or die from old age, illness and disease. The usual sleep is not required and breathing too hardly seems necessary. Mortal wounds are hardly fatal, (yet still crippling and timely to heal.) She currently feels no pain or sensation of any sort.
Much magical energy bonds her body into being. Sometimes she can tap into this and the secrets of her many lives and masters past.
She is more resistant to weather than most humans but still severe cold will slow her, prolonged exposure to water weakens her body and magic. Intense heat over a long period can almost cook her like ceramic.

Moonlight so far seems to be the best remedy for damages to her body.

Things they look for in a partner: Guidance, security, reassurance, protection, kindness, answers.

Familiar:: Crawling beneath her skin is another soul that is not hers. (if she even has one.) It’s presence is rare and weak at best of times but every now and then it whispers or shows itself to her, in formations of her flesh.

The newborn doll, young and naive yet unknowingly dangerously powerful.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Song Book Still around?

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

So you can just jump in then?

Also, has anyone made a Time Lord character?

@ZAVAZggg

Yup, just jump in! ;)
I’m sure there was a time lord once, too many characters been and gone to be sure. But... big but, the tavern governs it’s own flow of time, so don’t think you can manipulate or navigate it.

It never behaves. :p

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Perfect time for a new arrival. Got something up :D
Let’s see where this goes.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

The playful friendly lie dropped from the woman’s face. In his current stay Clay might be clumsily and slow but she was not. A snarl took her face as she effortlessly crushed the fine goblet in her fingers, the liquid within splashing up into the air and raining down upon the bar.
In a blur the chair she was once sitting on crashed to the floor behind her and she re-appeared halfway across the room in blinding speed.

Seemingly only pausing her actions upon noticing the newcomer as he entered. Quickly switch on her pleasant endearing smile she turned towards the Travelled warrior and in her sweetest sultry soft whisper of a voice, she spoke to him. @Mogget
”Oh welcome, hope you had a blessed trip, thank the lord for your timely arrival. You see, we are having a problem with this wild thief.”

She points at the young lady in furs clambering around over furniture.@Song Book

”We need a strong good man to sort this. Think you can help?” Her eyes meet the newcomers as they dig into his soul searchingly. She wears the face of frailty and distress, too proper and feminine to handle such matters.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Lol, poor Anya.
And I forgot to tag you so here. @Dark Light

@Song Book

Hmmm, not sure where to take this now... 🤔