deadpixel101

Wrath of Darkness

Rig kept quiet when things started getting a little more...abrasive. He didn't know how to feel about the hotshot sniper, and after a few seconds he had whiplash from the response. Spook laying into him so readily, it was almost funny. Imagine hyping yourself up as an angel of death and being told "no." in two seconds flat. The mechanic just ran his hand through his hair, somewhat uncomfortable. He didn't really have a very loud personality, and going from arguing to flirting so quickly left him more then silent. He didn't even look at Isis as she rebuttaled, in fact he almost felt sorry for her.

As they landed he had mixed feelings. The place was beautiful, for an armed outpost. High up in the trees being close to nature. In a way it reminded him of living on a farm, back when his life was more about corn and cows then it was engines and oil. He wondered how they lived here. Did the trees grow food? Did they farm up here or was it mostly provisions sent from outside? What sort of things did they primarily hunt? Do they keep Duvari pens up here or on ground level? He was too caught up in looking around and trying to see how people worked in this environment to listen properly to the gruff scarred man. He didn't seem like a very pleasant person anyways. He preferred the captain that didn't like being called captain.

As the man named Johnson had the blast shields let down, Rig's attention grew sharper. Starring out the window he saw an amazing view. It was an obvious fact that most of world doesn't look like insides of Anselmo, but if you spend most of your life surrounded by walls, such an expanse will feel alien. Then, the beam of light parted the sky. Creating a dividing line and piercing the clouds, Rig's face turned from stunned to smirking. His eyes were wide and his dimples showed. What was it? What could it be? It had to be machine run right? Nothing like that could be natural, if it was it would move or have been discovered already. What sort of tech ran that thing? What did it use as an energy force? If that beam is purely light based it must put out a ridiculous amount of heat to part the clouds like that! Could they weaponize it? A condensed form would do great against the rough hide of the leviathans. Maybe not though? It must take a lot of energy to run that thing, and the computations? The machine must be massive! Could the old world really do such things? Maybe there are schematics somewhere to be found! Rig's smile only grew as he imagined adapting such technology for his own designs. Oh how they would fall before him.

He had let his thoughts wander so much, he was only dragged out of them by Johnson barking some gruff orders, then leaving. "I bet I would of disliked that guy. Had I listened to him." Rig said aloud to no one in particular. He turned and with his vision unclouded by imagination, he saw the beautiful craft ahead. His eyes lighting up again like stars he had never worked on one these things before! Sure on some parts, but he'd never had the privileged to get inside a working one. A beautiful ghost of a world forgotten he was ecstatic to explore it's capabilities. Not too many weapons yet either, maybe he'd get to outfit it at some point?

The tingling joy in Rig's brain would soon come to an abrupt end, as the sounds of panic mixed with massive foot prints galloping nearer stole his gaze. A large Duvari came bounding into Isis' arms, taking her to the floor, the two seemed ecstatic to see each other. Rig found himself behind the nearest teammate. Fuck. That.

A different SBURB session. (Ryik and Deadpixel101)

Gray

Name: Gray Wesker

Gender: ♂

Age: 16

Appearance:

Personality: Gray is a reserved but heartfelt person. He is of little words, as he would rather let his actions speak for him. He isn't one to chase attention, and likes quiet time with a small group of friends over something large and fancy. While he hates being called simple it's easy to define him as such, since he hardly displays much about himself or his interests. He is the sort to do what he wants when he wants and go with the flow. He tends to act more mature than his age, burdening himself with other's problems and taking to habits that could be seen as "adult-like".

History: Gray has spent a lot of his life living rather secluded in his rather large apartment. His uncle always just out of reach, working on his projects in the studio. Gray has spent a lot of time stepping in the way of those being picked on. He himself being the target of ridicule for his uncles eccentricities. Being a sort of problem child in his earlier days, he often got in trouble for the little strifes he would have with other kids. Eventually he took the turn into a defender, where his hero complex developed. He has few friends, and all of them are online. Finding it easier to talk to people on a more personal level with a screen between both parties. A simple guy with a rather simple life, if it were not for his Uncle's rather inappropriate way of raising a child, he would be a model student. Of course Gray has always tended to act older then he is, either to match his guardian's apparent immaturity or to fuel his own self-worth, he has taken to the bad habit of smoking.

Hobbies/Talents: Darts, Botany, Cooking (although he's not great at it,) Chess and Working Out.

Classpect: knight of Void

Planet: Land of Towers and Hush

Dreaming Planet: Derse

Strife Specibus/Specibi: FistKind

Fetch Modus: Dart Modus

Guardian: "Uncle"

Place of Residence: An apartment in Lapeer, Michigan

Pesterchum Handle: targetedAudience

Text Color: #834732

Bell

Name: Bell Wolfe

Gender: ♀

Age: 16

Appearance:

Personality: Bell is a somewhat mischievous person, she enjoys turning things into games, as to keep her limited attention for longer. She is sort of an attention hog, and will do what she can in her limits to get as much as she can. Despite her best efforts to appear as otherwise, she is the planning sort, who get's quite personally offended if things don't go her way. She tends to put on a persona of someone who is slick and mysterious, despite being ready to talk your ear off about herself. She has few friends but loves them dearly. While she has a long fuse she has a sharp temper.

History: Bell has lived her life living in her fathers footsteps. A world renowned private investigator making it in the big cities. Cities plural because he works in all of the big cities. All of them. Despite spending her entire life in a relaxing suburb she has always gone around doing busywork for her neighbors, pretending they where "cases" to be solved. While this has gained her quite a positive reputation among those she lives near, it's made her feel rather small when looking back on her list of "accomplishments". Because of this she has made many attempts at traveling to larger, busier cities. Her mothers apparent ability to be everywhere has often cut this off at the pass, despite Bell's knack to wriggle free from authority (no one holds Bell in detention. No one.) On her one successful trip to a larger city, Bell's sleuthing talents got her deeper in the thick of things then she was ready to handle. Coming a little too close to an armed thief, Bell nearly met an ill fate. Luckily, a certain masked detective happened to be in town, and took care of the ruffian in a flash. In a whirlwind of activity Bell found herself back at home, with a note of stern fatherly disappointment, as well as slight adulation. This has done nothing but inspire Bell further, as well as push her mother's cage tighter.

Hobbies/Talents: Sleuthing, Games of all sorts, Writing, staying up way too late, talking with her friends, baseball in particular, strifing (when you're chasing down rogues, it's good to be on your guard) picking locks, parkour.

Classpect: Thief of Breath

Planet: Land of Chimes and Gust

Dreaming Planet: Prospit

Strife Specibus/Specibi: CuffKind, BatKind

Fetch Modus: FileModus, WheeleModus

Guardian: Mom or "The Landlady"

Place of Residence: A Suburb home in Kent, Ohio

Pesterchum Handle: triflingAnarchist

Text color: #83E5D9

Aria

Name: Aria Greenrun

Gender: ♀

Age: 16

Appearance:

Personality: Aria is a peppy and supportive person. She is quick to dimiss the shortcomings of others, to an almost dangerous degree. She holds herself at too high and will internally berate herself for small mistakes. She is friendly and outgoing, often nagging on people who are introverted, trying to get them to talk more. She is competitive in nature, but always a good sport, knowing when to back down if need be. While she doesn't really "hate" people, she does tend to hold grudges if you get her really mad. While she prefers to try and keep things jovial and light-hearted, she has a real sense of urgency,and dislikes it when people don't take things that are important to her seriously.

History: Living the way she has has changed Aria. She has stated she enjoys the sociability and the usually friendly atmosphere of the business she lives over, but really it has made her grown distant from how the world really works, and her own father. She has seen and heard many things growing up that she might have been better not. Of course she was never in danger, he farther would never allow something like that. That being said he was always too busyworking and attending to his friends to allow much time for Aria. And while she understood that he works for her to have a good life, she can't help but feel isolated. She has both a strong fondness for the bar and the drinks served there, as well as a fervant disdain. She wishes to be far from it and yet no other sort of place could feel like home.

Hobbies/Talents: Cards. God dose she love card games and tricks. Pool and Billiards, any pub games really. Karaoke (even if she can't sing very well), enjoys rugby and chess. Likes to fix old things,
loves to socialize and be friendly. Can mix drinks far better the someone her age should be able to, an accomplished strifer (gotta stay tough when living
over ruffians, says her father)

Classpect: Witch of Time

Planet: Land of Rain and Ticking

Dreaming Planet: Prospit

Strife Specibus/Specibi: StaffKind, BallKind, CardKind

Fetch Modus: Blackjack Modus. User has to draw a hand against a random modus abstraction. Whoever is closer to 21 without going over "wins" If the user wins they get to draw their item, if not it gets ejected violently.

Guardian: Dad

Place of Residence: An Apartment in Charlotte, North Carolina

Pesterchum Handle: grandCardshuffler

Text Color: #FF9F9F.

Wrath of Darkness

I think stated before that I'm really not as knowledgeable about some things pertaining to this RP, but my 2 cents are that a helo works better in giving agency to Mateus' character as "The Daring Pilot". Also if we have massive monsters that can crush either vehicle like empty soda cans, I'd like something with a bit more mobility lol

Also, I'm back from my thing, so I caN participate more readily again. :)

RWBY weapon idea but I have no way how to describe it effectively! (Help appreciated)

Drat :/ I'll have to try again.

I'll be busy the next few days but I guess expect a crappy drawing within the next week? Idk lmao

I think I have an idea as to what it looks like but we'll see.

Wrath of Darkness

Just a heads up i'm actually going to be out of the house for the next few days. Going to a convention.

So I guess don't interact with the mindless Rig-bot that will be accompanying the party lmao

Thespian and Deadpixel101's RP

Deadpixel101's characters:

Character One!

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Name:
Vindi B. Volant

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Age:
23

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Gender:
Male

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Race:
Moth-Folk

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Skills:
Skilled in Magi-tech engineering. A good runner and flyer, although not much in the strength or flexibility department. A decent marksman. Not a good cook per say but it's edible at least. He has a knack for flower arranging. He also tends to have a knack for getting a decent sale. Actually, he's a decent businessman all around.

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Abilities:
Has dipped his fingers in all three forms of power available to him. That of magi, technology and telekinesis. Instead of excelling in one of these three areas, he tends to over lay them and combine them to level the playing field. Either using technology to enhance his other two powers, or one of the other two to enhance his inventions, he is an entity within his own class. His magic tends to be based on the four elements, as they are simpler to learn then more complicated schools. He employs tech for all manners of things, although when it comes to combat he is a medium ranged fighter, using run-n-gun tactics. He also tends to use rather dangerous technology, integrating directly with his own body at times. With telekinesis he is able to move smaller things with his mind, albeit with great velocity. Combining a wall of teleketnitcally and magically moved air he can create shapes of "hard" air essentially.

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Personality:
Vindi is a somewhat stubborn person. He tends not take anything at face value and is usually suspicious of things. He can considered analytical but really he just tends to overthink things. He's smart, but not without it's downfalls. His emotions are always tempered by thought, but sometimes too much, and he doesn't show how feels. This can lead to him internalizing things poorly, and making up facts to fill whatever his emotions don't. He has a sort of inferiority complex, where he acts more confident then he is. Often boasting he can accomplish things he might not able to. When going into things he can either overthink, or rely on that fact, and not think enough. Finding a balance is an issue for him in more ways then one. He tends to favor certain people or things, and enjoys routine as well. For someone who literally has wings, he doesn't spread his figurative ones that often. Often needing outside sources to actually push him into action, he will plan and plan until the moments passed if something scares him, and while he doesn't like to admit it, he holds a great attachment to the people he actually gets close to.

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Items:
Being sent recently to a small coast-side town, he has had to pack up his belongings. Most of which ended up being his workshop parts. His main joy and passion in his life he was stalwart in taking as much of it as he could with him, but of course 90% of had to be left behind. Likely confiscated by the armed forces of the area. Luckily most of his smaller completed machines could be brought along, as well as his tools. It just means he has to start collecting parts again. With him he has a pair of shock gloves that are also inscribed magically to enhance elemental control. His glasses frames serve to enhance his telekinetic powers. He has a small collection of bombs of his own design, which are charged magically to release a spell placed in them. Other then weaponry and gadgets he has his very limited wardrobe, some non-perishable food and a pack of cigarettes. As well as his savings of course. He was always sort of a minimalist when it came to possessions beyond his workshop.

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Bio:
He was living closer to Zerzura in recent years, though before that he had spent time in Arcadia itself. In both places he studied, learning in part something from each side. He had always found the contrast odd, and had hoped for a long time the trade relations would maybe lead to a union of the two city-states, but alas here we are. An engineer of sorts he had lived with his family until he was just old enough to move out. He's spent the last few years alone, not making many true friends because of his nature to move often and talk little. Now he is left in the middle of nowhere, where armed conflict is likely to start, with many people he didn't know, and little of his belongings. He's debating on either getting involved politically, or simply making a run aybfor it. Me hop onto a ship with the last of his savings and end up in a more peaceful country. Actually, moving countries sounds like a lot of work, screw that.

Yo ho ho

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Name:
Yvette VonGrippa

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Age:
93

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Gender:
Female

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Race:
Dhampire (Half Human/ Half vampire)

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Skills:
Captain, helmsman, sniper, master-planer, swordsman, gunsmith, and could probably drink you under the table. She seems fated to live at sea. Also. A surprisingly good singer.

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Abilities:
An employer of self empowering magic, as well as a form of mystical shamanism. Summoning specters of the dead to do her bidding, though usually this just means occupying small fries, so that she may permit a fair duel. Beyond this she also equips herself with a selection of advanced weaponry. A tech blaster, an enchanted cutlass, and a heavily customized extremely long range sniper rifle. She is also able to blend easier into the shadows, due to her ancestry.

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Personality:
A commanding and proud person, Yvette knows what she wants and she goes to get it. She hates wishy washy people and will decide on things as best she can in a quick manner. An improviser, she knows how to act before thinking. That being said, if she has ample time then she is a rather good strategist. Either planning out a battle or a heist, she's good to have on your side. She is confident, and while she isn't going to pull you over to brag, she does tend to bring conversations back around to herself. A passionate and prideful person she doesn't let an insult slide, and won't afraid from a fight. Her own freedom is a high value of hers, and any movement to restrict her will be met with opposition. When she takes interest in a person she tends to challenge them, hoping to make them better then they are. She also expects something similar in return. Selfish and overbearing, she also understands the power in subtlety, and is often duplicitous in nature.

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Items:
Her weapons, clothes, a large wealth of coin, a bag with her spyglass, some rope, rations, her journals, her medicine, some gems and jewelry, as well as a fancy old watch. Most of her belongings where stored on her ship's quarters.

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Bio:
Yvette refuses to talk about her early life. Every time someone asks, they are met with a different answer, or deathly glare. Some remarks about a horrible father, some about an insane younger brother, some about a botched wedding, some about a band of slavers, some about political subterfuge. Really it's all a big jumble of ornery stories that are as likely to be true as they are to be folly. What is known is that she bought a small ship upfront at a dockyard, sailed it out for months, and returned with a galleon and crew. She began to terrorize the coasts of Lemuria, cutting off trade ships, robbing cities blind, laying waste to certain temples and religious dwellings. She racked up a bounty quite quickly, and seemed to revel in the attention she received. Her actions became more aggressive against the authorities, even going so far to mount assaults at ships from Zerzura and Arcadia head on. This was her key mistake. She did not over-estimate the strength she held, either personally or in her crew. Though she did their faith and allegiance. After too many risky ambushes and actions, Yvette was mutinied upon. Thrown onto a rock hardly above sea level with just her bag of equipment and no ammo, she was tied and gagged. Drugged too she figured. There was little chance they would have won a fair fight. For a day she regained her senses and pooled her mana. Once she had her full faculties under wraps, she was out of those chains in no time. Unable to see the coast (as they had failed to leaver her scope or spyglass in her care) she was at a loss of direction. So she flipped a coin three times. Once to settle on forward or back. A second to decide on left or right, and then a third between the outcomes of the last flips. And so she swam. After arriving upon shore, batterd hardly breathing and many pounds lighter, she was taken in temporarily by a gentleman in passing. She stayed with him for a week, before slipping out the window. While the man was rich, he was not fool enough to turn away such a large bounty. And she was back where she began. On foot she made her way to the large city in the center of Lemuria. There she would settle for a time. The law would not chase her here, and soon she would begin to search. She'd find each man who betrayed her yet, and she would remind them to outright shoot her next time they get the chance. As well as the fact, that they will not get such a chance. Heading to a small coastal town of Styx, she is currently in the market of a ship.

Our Resident Whitemage

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Name:
Dusty

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Age:
72

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Gender:
Female

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Race:
Plant Elemental

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Skills:
A practiced healer she has spent her life learning how to create potions and salves from different plants. She understands the biology of many different creatures, as well as many sicknesses that can plague them. She has a talent for surviving in the wild as well as generally being a caretaker. She also has a deep affinity for magic, and is an adept spell caster in a few different schools.

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Abilities:
Naturally having an empathy and dialogue with nature she is in tune with plant-life wherever she goes. She can magically cause them to sprout, go rampant, and do things they wouldn't do by themselves. She can also use aforementioned magical prowess separate from these natural powers. Her healing magic is fantastic, and she is able to heal the major wounds of someone if given enough time. She is also adept in "buffing" her allies with spells to enhance their different attributes. Barrier magic and spells based on light are also commonly used in her repertoire.

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Personality:
An excitable person Dusty is one who has a thirst for life. She enjoyed seeing knew things, and despite her age acts as curios as she can. While she isn't stupid she tends to put on the image of an airhead. She is kindly and is hard to anger, but a cool fury can be found on the end of her long fuse. She struggles with the dichotomy between urbanization and nature, especially seeing as she is somewhere between human and plant. On one hand she has spent most of her life having relationship with other humanoids, and devoted her life to healing them. On the other side, she has a deep affinity and draw to the natural world, and she has spent her fair time conversing with plan life as well. Striving for balance she tends to favor humanoids. While she is soft spoken and kindly she does not shy away from a fight. She is stubborn in her opinions and while she respects the opinions of others, isn't going to tell you're right when she thinks your wrong. Independent and at times irreverent, she can be described as marching to the beat of her own drum.

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Items:
Dusty attempts to steer clear of carrying to many possessions, as she is the type to travel often. Despite this she is a very sentimental person, and will hold onto things she is attached to. She carried a large brown backpack, filled with her clothing, large books, samples of different plant-life, and bottle of water. She always has a few trinkets from different people tied to it. Such as a little glass star, a little metal dog, a pair of old 6-sided dice, a bullet casing, a paper crane and an empty pill bottle. She travels unarmed, though will pick up or create branches to serve as walking sticks. Despite being unable to wear a hat for the large flower on her head, she loves them, and keeps a few with her at all times.

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Bio:
Living a nomadic lifestyle Dusty has traveled from another country to find herself in Lemuria. She traveled with her family for a long time, before leaving to take schooling. After this she traveled some more, deciding to continue her path of knowledge by way of experience. She needs for little, and takes things other then currency from her patients. Sometimes she asks for nothing, though other times she will choose to sleep under someones roof. At times she has adventured with parties of rough go-getters, and at others she has taken things she fancies, like accessories from people. All in all she has lived an exciting life of new wonders around every corner. She has spent 2 years in Lemuria, coming from the south, before talk of war started. Now she is held here not only by misplaced obligation to keep the peace, but by the conflicts rules. It's harder to leave and enter the country now, and has little money to her name. Looking for guidance now, she strives to gain purpose beyond being stuck here.

I can throw money at my problems, but I don't need to

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Name:
Ana Veedier

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Age:
219 (While Siren's are long lived, she keeps looking even younger with magic and occult items)

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Gender:
Female

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Race:
Siren

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Skills:
An extremely talented witch, she has a natural ability above most others, and has dedicated plenty of her time to studying and practicing magic further. As a harpy she has the natural ability to fly as well as to bewitch people with prolonged eye contact. Just like with her magic she has honed this natural talent further, to make it more adept then most of her race. She is a learned and knowledgeable person, with connections to the world of proper magic, as well as the shady underbelly of crime. While her spell-casting is her primary talent, she is a well practiced enchanter as well, who can create magical items of high strength.

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Abilities:
Destructive spells, from simple elemental control to highly intricate casts. She can summon beings from other planes, create grand illusions, animate objects, has many familiars as well as spells that empower her physical form. She is dangerous by herself, but she is also cruel and intelligent. This combination allows her freedom to do as she pleases. Her natural Siren ability of influencing people with her gaze is also quite potent.

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Personality:
Selfish is how most people might think of her. Of course they would never tell her that. She is someone who commands attention, and while she doesn't revel in being the center of it, she won't deny it's quaint to be. She has a deep fascination with the world, and loves to read and personally explore it's different corners. She is the kind to keep tabs on as many things as possible, to keep every scale in her favor. She isn't afraid of many things, and has a deep respect for the order of things. Naturally "the order of things" has to fit her description, but I digress. She keeps an aura of calm and coolness about her, and always makes it hard to know what she's thinking. While she has a strong sense of emotion, she always holds a curt, polite, yet superior smirk on her face. Fanciful and elegant, she is debonair as well as cruel.

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Items:
In her estate she has a plethora of collected weaponry and magical items, which she has either crafted herself or acquired in some way. She lives in a posh manner with all sorts of frivolous items such as plush couches, famous paintings, silver cutlery and different sources of entertainment. She is a collector of sorts. One who finds out about a certain kind of item and feels the need or entitlement to own all different forms of it. This is most certainly not limited to inanimate objects, and she collects rare creatures of different natures, as well as sentient races.

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Bio:
While she is sure to have a long history, she hardly speaks it. Her rise to power and fortune was a series of well planned and fortuitous moments, and while she must know her fair share of loss, no one could rightly give you an example. She keeps her past a secret, and she keeps her secrets well.

Esteemed Proffesor

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Name:
Prof. Edward V. Brightsky

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Age:
42

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Gender:
Male

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Race:
Object-Head: Searchlight

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Skills:
A wonderful teacher, he is extremely studious, and knowledgeable about magic, history and religious studies. He has published numerous papers on such subjects to varying success within the academic world. He has a fair amount of field experience in archaeological digs and is on the forefront of uncovering some interesting secrets beneath the dirt near to Asphodel.

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Abilities:
An adept mage, he is mainly a summoner, and light based caster. He is frail in constitution and thus works at long distances if he must do battle. He writes, and carries with him numerous spell scrolls that allow him to cast outside his own normal boundaries. He is crafty and intelligent, which help make up for his rather narrow skill-set on the field.

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Personality:
Edward is one who puts his interests above all else. Even above himself. He will go on for days without eating if it allows him to continue his work. Often he is in poor health due to these times of hyper-fixation, but it's all fueled by a rather innocent sense of wonder. While it might not seem it at times he has a thirst for life and exploration that can appear unparalleled. A child at heart he simply does what he wants, and while he doesn't go out of his way to hurt others, he is a little dense at noticing their needs. Only really being much of a people person when focused on teaching; his personality is founded on his own perception of the world, his curiosity of what he does not know, and his unintentionally selfish nature.

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Items:
Aforementioned magic scrolls, his enchanted robe, potions/extracts/vials of mana. Ritualistic items, his digging kit, a satchel filled with provisions, books, writing utensils and various travel items. And a small doll of a mysterious origin.

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Bio:
The professor grew up in Arcadia, spending years learning about the study of magic, in a wealthy district. Surrounding by advanced alchemists and golem crafters, he found a passion for the work. Studying these interests formally he excelled in his classes, but soon grew to feel cramped. He looked out beyond the tree he felt somewhat stifled in, and spent years studying abroad. Spending some time even in Zerzura, he has explored the lager, although safer cities of the Aluria. Returning for his final years of schooling to Arcadia, he graduated at the top of his class. After this he worked hard to get his necessary teaching degrees, as well as a dual major in archaeology. His thirst for the knowledge of the now only rivaled by the interest in the lost history of yesterday. He has spent most of his life continuing his studies, teaching, and digging under the crust of the country to try and piece together the secrets of the universe, as well as the land he has always called home. While there is a dark chapter in his biography where he diapered from the country to sail abroad, he does not talk about it. He has spent the last 2 years setting up and excavating a mysterious set of ruins near Asphodel.

A good Friend

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Name:
Shean Everend

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Age:
Can't remember.

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Gender:
Identifies as male.

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Race:
Android.

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Skills:
A talented fighter, well versed in some magic, a good mediator, despite not having taste buds, an excellent cook. Seems to have general talent as a butler/assistant.

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Abilities:
Good at armed combat, can use teleportation magic, able to interface with certain technology. Through this they can apply their AI to machines that do not have their own, and control them to some degree.

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Personality:
Kindly, helpful, constantly cheery to the point of being annoying. Always looks at the glass half full, and is willing to lend a hand. While they would seem easy to push around, they are actually pretty good at deflecting ordered they don't want to take. A follower more than a leader, they are simply a person who likes to spread happiness, and while take on the burden of others to do so.

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Items:
-

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Bio:
Has spent a long time serving under Ana. Before this he was simply a traveler, making his way through the country to learn and expand their horizon.

Head Maid

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Name:
"Bella"

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Age:
22

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Gender:
Female

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Race:
Human

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Skills:
A hard worker who is good at her job. She is always ready to assist in all duties, and is a firm leader. She excels at cleaning, cooking, organizing, business practices, dealing with unwanted visitors, and really tending to any and every whim given to her by Ana. A woman of many talents, it's hard to say what she would be doing, if her life went differently.

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Abilities:
She has had magi-tech machines grafted into her body, which allow her excel physically, and use a very limited teleportation. Using this she summons weapons and items from a distanced storehouse. By simply overpowering enemies with her martial prowess and physical exemplary, she is a versatile and quick footed combatant.

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Personality:
Firm, almost motherly at times, dedicated, vacant, protective, loyal. Not the kind of person you can joke around with, but certainly the kind you could trust.

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Items:
Other than her vast array of weaponry she is allowed quite a few different luxuries then most slaves. Her room is large and lavish in Ana's estate, where all the others live in the staff quarters. The only thing she seems to really hold dear are some simple jewelry she keeps on display on her shelf.

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Bio:
Ana says she isn't allowed to talk about her past. So she doesn't.

Prometheus Machina ( Avanhelsing and Deadpixel101)

Types of Magic

Enchanting: Applying innate magic power using either inlet crystals or magic symbols
to grant items with your own magical power, instead of using it to cast the spells these
items now function directly.

Casting: An umbrella term used for any magic style that uses one's innate magic power
to cast spells directly.

Foci-casting: Casting that uses a sort of tool to aid in the casting of magic. This is more
commonly wands and staves. Of course this is not limited to these objects, but these
empower a users magic the most. A foci has to contain some portion of wood, or leather.

Body-casting: Casting that uses one's body as a foci. Trading a tool for larger motions of
the body. This is a trade off, as one does not need to guard their foci, although they
need a larger range of motion to work, and thus are less able to wear armors or heavy
equipment.

Summoning: A magic that uses one's innate magic to reach out to creatures from other
planes of existence. This takes neither a foci nor body casting, though can be
enhanced with either. The downfall of this magic is that one binds a portion of
their mana to their summons. For a time after this summon is brought to one's command
they cannot use that mana for any other spell. There is also the chance that a summon
may run rampant, and cases of summoners killed by their summons exist.

Voice-casting: Putting magic power into specific words. Powerful and not suffering the
drawbacks of body casting or foci-casting, it means learning the language of the
mages, and naturally, having a voice to cast with.

Familiar-casting: Somewhere between summoning and foci-casting, this school of magic entails
forming a partnership with an entity. The magical force of the two is shared and melded,
and they are able to cast spells on and for each-other. Bound by the rules of the contract,
the strengths and weaknesses of this school change from caster to caster.

Spirit Bending: Using one's magic to confer with spirits and creatures on the plane of the
dead. They can manifest them into our world and use them to do things that other casters cannot.
They can also control their own soul far greater then others can. Can be enhanced by a foci.

RWBY weapon idea but I have no way how to describe it effectively! (Help appreciated)

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Is this godawful sketch anything close?

Prometheus Machina ( Avanhelsing and Deadpixel101)

About the city

The kingdom of Allumara is a place where magic thrives. It's capital, Thesia; lays in a grassy valley surrounded by mountains on all sides but one. In this valley it has all it needs to function and prosper. Trade routes open from the path to the south and with the bay to the southeast, prosperity has grown in the recent quarter of the century. Being a theocracy the high church of the sun is the presiding political power. It spreads the teaches of Alluria, the goddess of light and magic. While the churches rule is absolute here, the large city is split into different plots of land, and each are governed by an assigned noble. Either a higher up in the church or someone rich enough to buy their way in, these people make a profit from the sales within their sectors. Currently the kingdom is waging a crusade against a cluster of small bordering countries in the north. Attempting to finally pave the way through the forbidden mountain on their north side something has come to light. The people of Thesia have learned that they are not the only ones living in this valley.

Thesia is a major exporter in metals and ores, as well as weaponry, enchanted artifacts and magical items, agriculture, fish, and wine. The wealth of plant-life, around them (mundane or otherwise) has allowed the small congregation of people that originally settled there, to expand and grow into the bastion of pious might that they are now. While the northernmost peaks have been kept hidden by way of religious beliefs, the other mountains are a wealth of precious metals and stones. A wide river runs from the westwards peaks, and down through the city. A circle of large trees are grown at points around the city, built into and from these is a fence of magic powered technology creating a perimeter of safety from outside threats. Citizens are assured safety by this holy wall, as well as by the elite paladins that defend this city from the local dangerous fauna.

Prometheus Machina ( Avanhelsing and Deadpixel101)

A major city thrives nestled in a semi-circle of mountains. In a world of magic, dragons, knighthoods and all other manner of fantastical doings, the things hidden deep in the heart of the northern mountain seem almost out of place.

When a city built on faith and belief is presented with something very literally alien to them, things change forever. The church that leads this city and country is a beast, and it is hungry for power. Snapping it's jaws at thing's it does not understand, a worldwide upheaval threatens extinction.