@FallenTrinity SO I actually had to google that word... I wouldn't call us inferior... Just Birb. Also let this happen it's healthy. But I'm goign to type my post here so that we can have our next round of chat. Though after this next round I'm going to land the heli and get things started proper, this is just a chance to say hi to everybody before things really get kicked off.
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Character Trove:
Manners are... graah... Good.
Name: Solmakall
Aliases/Titles: Apex of Aleshera
Age: Unknown
Race/Species
Alesherain Demon
Gender
Male? He likes male pronouns so... let's go with that!
Languages
Can understand most languages, yet can only speak Abyssal fluently and English barely.
Height: 10' 7''
Weight: 548 LBS
Body Type: Well muscled and built
Eye Color: Vibrant Red
Hair Color: Wisping Black Smoke
Skin Tone: Inky Black with Red Accents
Personality:
Solmakall, or Sol as he prefers to be called, is a big of a perplexing sort. Big, strong, durable, fast, lethal, vicious. All attributes that he qualifies for, yet his true personality is much different. He's curious, inquisitive, and all around generally kind when he isn't provoked. Like a bear looking at the landscape. Don't threaten him and he won't rip you limb from limb. In fact should you approach with kindness and warmth he's more than likely to return it in his own sense. Though it's mostly accented by his seemingly low intelligence. Not to fool anyone though he is quiet smart, just his smarts lie in the fields of survival, predatory nature, hunting, and tribal culture. So he's no fool by far, but he is a bit displaced given his current location. Still, why not make the best of it and learn about all these new sights and smells!
Habits:
Anywhere, Anytime - Being a full time badass and predator is exhausting! This in turn has given him the nasty habit of taking naps basically anywhere he wants, whenever he wants. Some times it's cute, others an inconvenience to those around him. Though mostly because nobody wants to be the one to wake the sleeping bear.
Shameless Curiousity - Much like a dog or inquisitive pet, he doesn't mind going or getting a little too close to people and places he probably shouldn't. Most of the time this is meant for learning about new things and is innocent, but it's still a tad rude. He just doesn't know that it's rude. He's used to open signs of attention.
Likes:
- Napping
- Ranging
- Nice People
Dislikes:
- Mean People
- Vegetables
- Bright Lights
- Big Words
General Skills
- Survivalist Training
- Range Mastery
- Foraging and Wild Craft
Combat skills
- Supernatural Strength: Augmented by his semi-magical form and laced heavily with the Primal Darkness that fills his home world he's gifted with abnormally great strength.
- Supernatural Durability: Much like his augmented strength his ability to take a hit is also further increased by the Primal Darkness of his home.
- Expertise with Claws, Teeth, and Tail Combat: Who needs made weapons when you are a living weapon? Steel-like claws, teeth, and a whip like tail give him all the combat power he needs.
Magic skills
- Darkness Manipulation: From his home world dwells the Primal Darkness. The all powerful source of the entire planet's life and strength. Some creatures of Aleshera can tap into this dark font and gain supernatural powers that come in the form of physical constructs. Often times used to augment attack with a sharper edge or greater strength. Shadowmancers of Aleshera have been known to bring forth more letahl effects. Yet Sol is a warrior and thus uses his power for damage.
- Regenerative Abilities: While not Wolverine grade or anything he has the ability to heal from wounds that would normally be considered fatal. This still comes with debilitation and normally still takes days if not weeks to fully heal. But who else can recover from having an arm ripped off?
Background:
Born on the world of Aleshera, a world of complete darkness and death. The sun being blocked out by a dense asteroid field that follows a similar pattern with it's rotation, giving very little lit to the massive jungle world. It's sprawling, untamed wilderness a haven and breeding ground for all kinds of nasty monsters that lurk in the dark. In fact one may say that all the monsters of the multiverse go here to play. It is also the home to the Primal Darkness, a great and powerful force and lurks in the shadows. An endless font of energy both dark and malicious, evil and wicked. It's from this font however, that Solmakall, the Apex Shadow was born. Much like a furnace and factory churns out new inventions, the Primal Darkness churns out new nightmares. Solmakall was made to be the apex predator of the world. Something more fierce and deadly than the planet had ever known. Though no matter how much strength you funnel into a single being, it is useless without knowledge and curiosity. Seeking new ways to survive and thrive, to fight and grow.
It was with this new creation, the creation of knowledge, that turned Solmakall from the primal, instinctive, and savage nature of the rest of the creatures of Aleshera. For him it wasn't enough to just kill and devour those weaker than you. There was strength in both numbers and curiosity. He was the first to make a tribe, build other creatures to his culture and thus forge a new path on a primitive and vicious world. All while the Primal Darkness continued to churn out more that would soon join under Solmakall's banner. It was a new dawn for the planet of shadows, one led by the hunter who thought.
Time passed, though nobody could say how long. They had no need for keeping track or time nor was there an effective way to measure it yet. With no sun, no moon, and only twinkling light how could they tell the time? Besides they had much more important matters at hand. Building shelter with primal tools, forging for culture, and expanding as their numbers grew. This was the life of Solmakall and he enjoyed it. Each day passed and something new was learned, some new place was found, the world was becoming smaller and that in turn meant his tribe was on the path of becoming the strongest.
Yet as his tribe grew and expanded, further and further he never saw it's true shining might. An indecent happened, causing a rupture in the Primal Darkness and at it's center was Solmakall. As reality and the fabric there of tore asunder, he was taken from his home and displaced to a new world. Someplace new that he could have never dreamed about before. It was... bright. Painfully so. In fact it hurt his eyes to the point that he had to shield them. Basking his head in black smoke, to hide himself from the oppressive light.
Theme Song:
Solmakall
Manners are... graah... Good.
Character Summary
Name: Solmakall
Aliases/Titles: Apex of Aleshera
Age: Unknown
Race/Species
Alesherain Demon
Gender
Male? He likes male pronouns so... let's go with that!
Languages
Can understand most languages, yet can only speak Abyssal fluently and English barely.
Appearance
Height: 10' 7''
Weight: 548 LBS
Body Type: Well muscled and built
Eye Color: Vibrant Red
Hair Color: Wisping Black Smoke
Skin Tone: Inky Black with Red Accents
Character psychology
Personality:
Solmakall, or Sol as he prefers to be called, is a big of a perplexing sort. Big, strong, durable, fast, lethal, vicious. All attributes that he qualifies for, yet his true personality is much different. He's curious, inquisitive, and all around generally kind when he isn't provoked. Like a bear looking at the landscape. Don't threaten him and he won't rip you limb from limb. In fact should you approach with kindness and warmth he's more than likely to return it in his own sense. Though it's mostly accented by his seemingly low intelligence. Not to fool anyone though he is quiet smart, just his smarts lie in the fields of survival, predatory nature, hunting, and tribal culture. So he's no fool by far, but he is a bit displaced given his current location. Still, why not make the best of it and learn about all these new sights and smells!
Habits:
Anywhere, Anytime - Being a full time badass and predator is exhausting! This in turn has given him the nasty habit of taking naps basically anywhere he wants, whenever he wants. Some times it's cute, others an inconvenience to those around him. Though mostly because nobody wants to be the one to wake the sleeping bear.
Shameless Curiousity - Much like a dog or inquisitive pet, he doesn't mind going or getting a little too close to people and places he probably shouldn't. Most of the time this is meant for learning about new things and is innocent, but it's still a tad rude. He just doesn't know that it's rude. He's used to open signs of attention.
Likes:
- Napping
- Ranging
- Nice People
Dislikes:
- Mean People
- Vegetables
- Bright Lights
- Big Words
Skills
General Skills
- Survivalist Training
- Range Mastery
- Foraging and Wild Craft
Combat skills
- Supernatural Strength: Augmented by his semi-magical form and laced heavily with the Primal Darkness that fills his home world he's gifted with abnormally great strength.
- Supernatural Durability: Much like his augmented strength his ability to take a hit is also further increased by the Primal Darkness of his home.
- Expertise with Claws, Teeth, and Tail Combat: Who needs made weapons when you are a living weapon? Steel-like claws, teeth, and a whip like tail give him all the combat power he needs.
Magic skills
- Darkness Manipulation: From his home world dwells the Primal Darkness. The all powerful source of the entire planet's life and strength. Some creatures of Aleshera can tap into this dark font and gain supernatural powers that come in the form of physical constructs. Often times used to augment attack with a sharper edge or greater strength. Shadowmancers of Aleshera have been known to bring forth more letahl effects. Yet Sol is a warrior and thus uses his power for damage.
- Regenerative Abilities: While not Wolverine grade or anything he has the ability to heal from wounds that would normally be considered fatal. This still comes with debilitation and normally still takes days if not weeks to fully heal. But who else can recover from having an arm ripped off?
History
Background:
Born on the world of Aleshera, a world of complete darkness and death. The sun being blocked out by a dense asteroid field that follows a similar pattern with it's rotation, giving very little lit to the massive jungle world. It's sprawling, untamed wilderness a haven and breeding ground for all kinds of nasty monsters that lurk in the dark. In fact one may say that all the monsters of the multiverse go here to play. It is also the home to the Primal Darkness, a great and powerful force and lurks in the shadows. An endless font of energy both dark and malicious, evil and wicked. It's from this font however, that Solmakall, the Apex Shadow was born. Much like a furnace and factory churns out new inventions, the Primal Darkness churns out new nightmares. Solmakall was made to be the apex predator of the world. Something more fierce and deadly than the planet had ever known. Though no matter how much strength you funnel into a single being, it is useless without knowledge and curiosity. Seeking new ways to survive and thrive, to fight and grow.
It was with this new creation, the creation of knowledge, that turned Solmakall from the primal, instinctive, and savage nature of the rest of the creatures of Aleshera. For him it wasn't enough to just kill and devour those weaker than you. There was strength in both numbers and curiosity. He was the first to make a tribe, build other creatures to his culture and thus forge a new path on a primitive and vicious world. All while the Primal Darkness continued to churn out more that would soon join under Solmakall's banner. It was a new dawn for the planet of shadows, one led by the hunter who thought.
Time passed, though nobody could say how long. They had no need for keeping track or time nor was there an effective way to measure it yet. With no sun, no moon, and only twinkling light how could they tell the time? Besides they had much more important matters at hand. Building shelter with primal tools, forging for culture, and expanding as their numbers grew. This was the life of Solmakall and he enjoyed it. Each day passed and something new was learned, some new place was found, the world was becoming smaller and that in turn meant his tribe was on the path of becoming the strongest.
Yet as his tribe grew and expanded, further and further he never saw it's true shining might. An indecent happened, causing a rupture in the Primal Darkness and at it's center was Solmakall. As reality and the fabric there of tore asunder, he was taken from his home and displaced to a new world. Someplace new that he could have never dreamed about before. It was... bright. Painfully so. In fact it hurt his eyes to the point that he had to shield them. Basking his head in black smoke, to hide himself from the oppressive light.
Theme Song:
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Sorry about that @MechonRaptor I didn't think you were going to post. I'll edit mine soon!
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@Holy Grail@Lyla It also kinda works for those bigger spells as to summon that storm or whatever you'd have to sit there and basically say, "Bring about clouds, bring forth water, combine the elements of air and water to craft rain. Forth comes the wind and gales of nature to strike up the skies. Crackling skies bring Heaven's wrath... Radda-radda-radda" You get the point as you basically talk about bring together parts of nature and mixing them up to make a lightning storm.
I'm also gonna go away now because I'm not SUPER needed to give my two cents for this...
I'm also gonna go away now because I'm not SUPER needed to give my two cents for this...
@Holy Grail@Lyla Sounds a lot like the Dovah language from Skyrim or the... one language from the Inheritance book series. You don't really say anything special you just say an action in a different tongue and put meaning behind it like, "Earth, Rise, Pillar" To make a column of dirt and rock rise from the ground where you intend it because of that previously stated intent.
@MechonRaptor Alright man. Think you could give us a quick post before you head out or would you just like us to move along and you can pick back up when you become a free man again?
Ariah Acrana
Character Summary
Name: Ariah Acrana
Aliases: Silver Star, Glaive Reaver
Titles: N/A
Age: 22
Place of Origin: Kingdom of Nakha, Village of Nirakhrin
Kingdom: Currently unaligned but sympathetic to the Kingdom of Wresta
Gender: Male
Physical Attributes
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Day To Day Attire: When on business or expecting danger it's not unusual for Ariah to wear his light weight armor as it doesn't bear down heavy on his shoulders and tax him by wearing it. Though when not looking for trouble he often takes to wearing silk garments, that tend to follow the same pattern as his armor with their knee high tails and form fitting smooth chest pieces.
Strengths:
- Dexterous and Agile - Quick on his feet, fast to react, and ready to keep practicing the agile arts to strive for even greater feats.
- Whiplash? Never Heard of Her - Ariah moves fast and through the years he's grown accustom to the feel of rushing wind and the rattle of resistance on his body growing damn near immune to it.
- Snap Decisions - When one moves fast, they need the mind to match. Ariah has one such mind, thinking fast and reacting equally fast.
Weaknesses:
- Fast, not Strong - Ariah has a style and that style does not revolve around bulging muscles and over powering foes. This in turn leaves him a tad lacking in the raw strength department.
- Low Constitution - Fast on his feet means he's likely to dodge, duck, dip, and weave out of harms way each and every time some nasty comes his way. This also means that when something does make contact it hit a lot harder than it would compared to another warrior.
Psychological Attributes
Joyous * Caring * Laid Back * Daring
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Ariah is many things, but deep down inside he has dedicated himself to not only caring about himself, but those he cares about. In fact that's a majority of his motivation in the world, because as scary as reality may be, as dangerous as it may be, he knows that as long as the ones he cares for are safe and know that there are things in the world worth smiling for. Then he's happy and that lets him live on and enjoy taking the world by the horns and taunting it to try and bring him down.
The same goes for the other side of his personality. When the shit hits the fan and you need to tuck your smile away, he keeps his joy and loyalty at the forefront of his mind, instead of fighting with rage and hate, he fights with hope and will power. Knowing that when the battle is over and he's still standing he'll have a life that's worth living as it isn't tainted by distrust, hate, envy, and rage that so many warriors embrace in battle.
Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding or cooking. Levels include novice (1 pt), apprentice (2 pt), journeyman (3 pt), expert (4 pt), master (5 pt). Each character can spend 21 points & only two skills can be mastered. If your character knows magic, it counts as a skill.
- Dual Glaiveman (Master): While not a traditional or usual weapon it is the choice Ariah has made and the tool he's dedicated his craft to. Using his twin bladed stars to cut, slice, and even throw with extreme precision.
- Somatic Magic (Master): Taking to the magical arts and learning how to shape and adjust the physical aspects of it.
- Acrobatics (Expert): Ariah is light on his feet and quick to traverse obstacles using his dexterity. Even in combat he uses his agility to defect and redirect his foes instead of showing them up through raw power.
- Healing (Journeyman): While in the kingdom of Nakha Ariah was taught a thing or two from his mother on the art of Somatic Healing. Through this he can heal minor and moderate wounds through his known spells.
- Arcanasist (Apprentice): The general study of magic and it's application. Through his skill is Arcana, Ariah can appraise and study magical works and spells to learn more about them. Whether to find the source or style of a spell, or to glean what kind of magical aura a spell is emitting to figure out it's intended purpose.
- Cooking (Apprentice): While not a gourmet chef by any stretch of the imagination Ariah can do some small wonders if the right ingredients are present.
Magic
A listing of favorite or unique spells, if any. If using the alternative magic, one spell must be replaced with the artifact that gives it. Maximum of four.
- Displacement: With a variety of hand gestures ranging from small hand gestures to large full body movements Ariah can augment his speed and turn into a blur to dash from one point to another in the blink of an eye.
- Remote Telekinesis: By channeling magic through his hands and arms Ariah can control objects from a distance, particularly his glaives. Letting him fight at a slightly longer range as well as guide his blades in unusual ways.
- Healing Hands: If given the chance to actively channel his Somatic Magic Ariah can mend flesh and nit people back together as long as the person is present to receive his help.
- Artifact Glaives: Argeance and Umbra are Ariah's twin glaives. Passed down from generation to generation these weapons' true origin have been lost to the ages. One thing is certain though. They are magical artifacts, though their potential has yet to be unlocked for as long as history can tell.
History
Parents:
- Mother (Larah) - Alive and living in Nirakhrin as one of the village's healers. Enjoying a simple, yet peaceful life taking care of the sick and wounded. Ariah holds a good relationship with her and often writes back just to check in and see how she's holding up.
- Father (Kanar) - Deceased, slain in the war against Sheolan fighting for Wresta. Ariah is burdened by his father's untimely passing and his death has given him a dislike for Sheolan.
Siblings: Younger Sister (Aria) - Ariah's younger sister, Aria is staying with their mother in Nirakhrin. Apprenticing under her as a healer in training. Much like his mother Ariah holds a good relationship with her.
Childhood: Ariah was born and raised in his hometown of Nirakhrin to a loving and caring family of Larah and Kanar. Larah was a healer by trade and Kanar was a soldier posted in the village to defend it from monsters and bandits. It was a simple life, but damn did it make him happy. While growing up Ariah had a habit of running around and 'flying' through the fields like he was a gust of wind in the skies. It was a childish fantasy, but one that guided and shaped him.
Before long as the years rolled by and Ariah was old enough to begin his studies in the arcane arts he took to them. His method being that of the Somatic School, but heading into the sub division of Displacement, using it as his way of becoming one with the wind. Before long and after picking it up like a nature he couldn't be kept still without being tied up! Like a blur or streak of wind Ariah was perfecting his art through dashing and flying all around the village. For being so young this of course got him in trouble more times than should be acceptable and that in turn caused his father to take action. While still learning the healing arts from his mother, his father taught him how to put that speed to use in defending the town.
Picking up a twin set of glaives Ariah was taught first hand by his father on how to use them. Again he proved to not only be a natural, but to even surpass his father. Of course with his dad guiding him he used this uncanny talent for good and honor he made use of his personal blades to help around town, even using them to instead of fighting, to dash through the fields of wheat and be a living cutting wind. While unorthodox, it let him help and enjoy the sound of whooshing wind rushing past his young ears.
Adulthood: When Ariah became a man he was well versed in his magic as well as his glaives. That let him assist his father in defending the city, fighting beside him against monsters and bandits. Between the shifts on guard of the town he'd continue to advance his arcane knowledge learning as much as he could from the nation of magic as it seemed to be a conduit for wonders!
However, as time went on and Ariah turned 19 his father went off to serve Wresta when Sheolan drew the world into war. He said that the dishonor and injustice of a regicide could not go unpunished and that Zeph Tenebris' must end. With his father away Ariah had to step up and lead the defense of the town. His skill made it an easy job, but it kept him from knowing more about the world around him. He was stuck here in the village as his father fought a war. This let Ariah work with the fellow villages training and building a defense force so that one day he'd be able to leave and set out on his own quest. To embrace the freedom of an aimless life while he waited for his father to come back. Yet he was not to return from that war as before the year was out a letter was brought to the Acrana residence. On it bore news of Kanar's fate.
As cruel as his passing was, life had to carry on and as Larah and Aria stayed within the village to assist it, Ariah returned to training a defense force of the town. Yet no matter what happened the void left by his father's untimely death. It broke his family apart and while they stuck together all they could ever wish for was to see him returned save and sound. Before long the militia was ready and Ariah had his chance. Saying good by to his family he set out into the wild world to seek out adventure and legends.
One such legend he learned of while traveling through Wresta. It told of a relic, ancient, old, and powerful. Said to grant a wish to anybody who seeks out it's power. This was his chance to find the relic and make his wish...
Special Moments: One truly special moment in Ariah's life was when he learned his first spell. It's the one he uses the most to this day and will do so until the day he dies, Displacement.
Another special moment in his life was when he received his personal glaives, Argeance and Umbra. These twin tri-bladed glaives were made strong, and light, perfect for a fast and light fighter. Given to him by his father and told they were ancient things with potential beyond what anybody has been able to find. Having belonged to an
Current Events: Ariah had started to travel the world, using his skills, talents, and magic for honor. Seeking out legends and leads for not only adventures and to unlock the secrets of his glaives, but also for a way to reunite his family. That is where he found about the relic and it's wish granting powers. That power could be his one chance to bring his father back.
Relations
* ☠ Enemy * ⚜ Unfriendly * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ღ Ally * ♥ Crush/Significant Other *
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Extras (Optional)
Character Quote: "Magic is in our blood. Hell! It's damn near our last name!"
Theme Song: Louis Viallet - Wild Heart
Aura Color: Sterling Silver
Yay! I'll get 'em into the CS Tab and you best let me know the second this thing kicks off.
Took me long enough but here ya go Lyla!
Name: Ariah Acrana
Aliases: Silver Star, Glaive Reaver
Titles: N/A
Age: 22
Place of Origin: Kingdom of Nakha, Village of Nirakhrin
Kingdom: Currently unaligned but sympathetic to the Kingdom of Wresta
Gender: Male
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Day To Day Attire: When on business or expecting danger it's not unusual for Ariah to wear his light weight armor as it doesn't bear down heavy on his shoulders and tax him by wearing it. Though when not looking for trouble he often takes to wearing silk garments, that tend to follow the same pattern as his armor with their knee high tails and form fitting smooth chest pieces.
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Ariah is many things, but deep down inside he has dedicated himself to not only caring about himself, but those he cares about. In fact that's a majority of his motivation in the world, because as scary as reality may be, as dangerous as it may be, he knows that as long as the ones he cares for are safe and know that there are things in the world worth smiling for. Then he's happy and that lets him live on and enjoy taking the world by the horns and taunting it to try and bring him down.
The same goes for the other side of his personality. When the shit hits the fan and you need to tuck your smile away, he keeps his joy and loyalty at the forefront of his mind, instead of fighting with rage and hate, he fights with hope and will power. Knowing that when the battle is over and he's still standing he'll have a life that's worth living as it isn't tainted by distrust, hate, envy, and rage that so many warriors embrace in battle.
Parents:
Siblings: Younger Sister (Aria) - Ariah's younger sister, Aria is staying with their mother in Nirakhrin. Apprenticing under her as a healer in training. Much like his mother Ariah holds a good relationship with her.
Childhood: Ariah was born and raised in his hometown of Nirakhrin to a loving and caring family of Larah and Kanar. Larah was a healer by trade and Kanar was a soldier posted in the village to defend it from monsters and bandits. It was a simple life, but damn did it make him happy. While growing up Ariah had a habit of running around and 'flying' through the fields like he was a gust of wind in the skies. It was a childish fantasy, but one that guided and shaped him.
Before long as the years rolled by and Ariah was old enough to begin his studies in the arcane arts he took to them. His method being that of the Somatic School, but heading into the sub division of Displacement, using it as his way of becoming one with the wind. Before long and after picking it up like a nature he couldn't be kept still without being tied up! Like a blur or streak of wind Ariah was perfecting his art through dashing and flying all around the village. For being so young this of course got him in trouble more times than should be acceptable and that in turn caused his father to take action. While still learning the healing arts from his mother, his father taught him how to put that speed to use in defending the town.
Picking up a twin set of glaives Ariah was taught first hand by his father on how to use them. Again he proved to not only be a natural, but to even surpass his father. Of course with his dad guiding him he used this uncanny talent for good and honor he made use of his personal blades to help around town, even using them to instead of fighting, to dash through the fields of wheat and be a living cutting wind. While unorthodox, it let him help and enjoy the sound of whooshing wind rushing past his young ears.
Adulthood: When Ariah became a man he was well versed in his magic as well as his glaives. That let him assist his father in defending the city, fighting beside him against monsters and bandits. Between the shifts on guard of the town he'd continue to advance his arcane knowledge learning as much as he could from the nation of magic as it seemed to be a conduit for wonders!
However, as time went on and Ariah turned 19 his father went off to serve Wresta when Sheolan drew the world into war. He said that the dishonor and injustice of a regicide could not go unpunished and that Zeph Tenebris' must end. With his father away Ariah had to step up and lead the defense of the town. His skill made it an easy job, but it kept him from knowing more about the world around him. He was stuck here in the village as his father fought a war. This let Ariah work with the fellow villages training and building a defense force so that one day he'd be able to leave and set out on his own quest. To embrace the freedom of an aimless life while he waited for his father to come back. Yet he was not to return from that war as before the year was out a letter was brought to the Acrana residence. On it bore news of Kanar's fate.
As cruel as his passing was, life had to carry on and as Larah and Aria stayed within the village to assist it, Ariah returned to training a defense force of the town. Yet no matter what happened the void left by his father's untimely death. It broke his family apart and while they stuck together all they could ever wish for was to see him returned save and sound. Before long the militia was ready and Ariah had his chance. Saying good by to his family he set out into the wild world to seek out adventure and legends.
One such legend he learned of while traveling through Wresta. It told of a relic, ancient, old, and powerful. Said to grant a wish to anybody who seeks out it's power. This was his chance to find the relic and make his wish...
Special Moments: One truly special moment in Ariah's life was when he learned his first spell. It's the one he uses the most to this day and will do so until the day he dies, Displacement.
Another special moment in his life was when he received his personal glaives, Argeance and Umbra. These twin tri-bladed glaives were made strong, and light, perfect for a fast and light fighter. Given to him by his father and told they were ancient things with potential beyond what anybody has been able to find. Having belonged to an of the village and passed down generation after generation until they reach his possession. They are some of his most valuable possessions.
Current Events: Ariah had started to travel the world, using his skills, talents, and magic for honor. Seeking out legends and leads for not only adventures and to unlock the secrets of his glaives, but also for a way to reunite his family. That is where he found about the relic and it's wish granting powers. That power could be his one chance to bring his father back.
Character Quote: "Magic is in our blood. Hell! It's damn near our last name!"
Theme Song: Louis Viallet - Wild Heart
Aura Color: Sterling Silver
Ariah Acrana
Character Summary
Name: Ariah Acrana
Aliases: Silver Star, Glaive Reaver
Titles: N/A
Age: 22
Place of Origin: Kingdom of Nakha, Village of Nirakhrin
Kingdom: Currently unaligned but sympathetic to the Kingdom of Wresta
Gender: Male
Physical Attributes
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Day To Day Attire: When on business or expecting danger it's not unusual for Ariah to wear his light weight armor as it doesn't bear down heavy on his shoulders and tax him by wearing it. Though when not looking for trouble he often takes to wearing silk garments, that tend to follow the same pattern as his armor with their knee high tails and form fitting smooth chest pieces.
Strengths:
- Dexterous and Agile - Quick on his feet, fast to react, and ready to keep practicing the agile arts to strive for even greater feats.
- Whiplash? Never Heard of Her - Ariah moves fast and through the years he's grown accustom to the feel of rushing wind and the rattle of resistance on his body growing damn near immune to it.
- Snap Decisions - When one moves fast, they need the mind to match. Ariah has one such mind, thinking fast and reacting equally fast.
Weaknesses:
- Fast, not Strong - Ariah has a style and that style does not revolve around bulging muscles and over powering foes. This in turn leaves him a tad lacking in the raw strength department.
- Low Constitution - Fast on his feet means he's likely to dodge, duck, dip, and weave out of harms way each and every time some nasty comes his way. This also means that when something does make contact it hit a lot harder than it would compared to another warrior.
Psychological Attributes
Joyous * Caring * Laid Back * Daring
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Ariah is many things, but deep down inside he has dedicated himself to not only caring about himself, but those he cares about. In fact that's a majority of his motivation in the world, because as scary as reality may be, as dangerous as it may be, he knows that as long as the ones he cares for are safe and know that there are things in the world worth smiling for. Then he's happy and that lets him live on and enjoy taking the world by the horns and taunting it to try and bring him down.
The same goes for the other side of his personality. When the shit hits the fan and you need to tuck your smile away, he keeps his joy and loyalty at the forefront of his mind, instead of fighting with rage and hate, he fights with hope and will power. Knowing that when the battle is over and he's still standing he'll have a life that's worth living as it isn't tainted by distrust, hate, envy, and rage that so many warriors embrace in battle.
Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding or cooking. Levels include novice (1 pt), apprentice (2 pt), journeyman (3 pt), expert (4 pt), master (5 pt). Each character can spend 21 points & only two skills can be mastered. If your character knows magic, it counts as a skill.
- Dual Glaiveman (Master): While not a traditional or usual weapon it is the choice Ariah has made and the tool he's dedicated his craft to. Using his twin bladed stars to cut, slice, and even throw with extreme precision.
- Somatic Magic (Master): Taking to the magical arts and learning how to shape and adjust the physical aspects of it.
- Acrobatics (Expert): Ariah is light on his feet and quick to traverse obstacles using his dexterity. Even in combat he uses his agility to defect and redirect his foes instead of showing them up through raw power.
- Healing (Journeyman): While in the kingdom of Nakha Ariah was taught a thing or two from his mother on the art of Somatic Healing. Through this he can heal minor and moderate wounds through his known spells.
- Arcanasist (Apprentice): The general study of magic and it's application. Through his skill is Arcana, Ariah can appraise and study magical works and spells to learn more about them. Whether to find the source or style of a spell, or to glean what kind of magical aura a spell is emitting to figure out it's intended purpose.
- Cooking (Apprentice): While not a gourmet chef by any stretch of the imagination Ariah can do some small wonders if the right ingredients are present.
Magic
A listing of favorite or unique spells, if any. If using the alternative magic, one spell must be replaced with the artifact that gives it. Maximum of four.
- Displacement: With a variety of hand gestures ranging from small hand gestures to large full body movements Ariah can augment his speed and turn into a blur to dash from one point to another in the blink of an eye.
- Remote Telekinesis: By channeling magic through his hands and arms Ariah can control objects from a distance, particularly his glaives. Letting him fight at a slightly longer range as well as guide his blades in unusual ways.
- Healing Hands: If given the chance to actively channel his Somatic Magic Ariah can mend flesh and nit people back together as long as the person is present to receive his help.
- Artifact Glaives: Argeance and Umbra are Ariah's twin glaives. Passed down from generation to generation these weapons' true origin have been lost to the ages. One thing is certain though. They are magical artifacts, though their potential has yet to be unlocked for as long as history can tell.
History
Parents:
- Mother (Larah) - Alive and living in Nirakhrin as one of the village's healers. Enjoying a simple, yet peaceful life taking care of the sick and wounded. Ariah holds a good relationship with her and often writes back just to check in and see how she's holding up.
- Father (Kanar) - Deceased, slain in the war against Sheolan fighting for Wresta. Ariah is burdened by his father's untimely passing and his death has given him a dislike for Sheolan.
Siblings: Younger Sister (Aria) - Ariah's younger sister, Aria is staying with their mother in Nirakhrin. Apprenticing under her as a healer in training. Much like his mother Ariah holds a good relationship with her.
Childhood: Ariah was born and raised in his hometown of Nirakhrin to a loving and caring family of Larah and Kanar. Larah was a healer by trade and Kanar was a soldier posted in the village to defend it from monsters and bandits. It was a simple life, but damn did it make him happy. While growing up Ariah had a habit of running around and 'flying' through the fields like he was a gust of wind in the skies. It was a childish fantasy, but one that guided and shaped him.
Before long as the years rolled by and Ariah was old enough to begin his studies in the arcane arts he took to them. His method being that of the Somatic School, but heading into the sub division of Displacement, using it as his way of becoming one with the wind. Before long and after picking it up like a nature he couldn't be kept still without being tied up! Like a blur or streak of wind Ariah was perfecting his art through dashing and flying all around the village. For being so young this of course got him in trouble more times than should be acceptable and that in turn caused his father to take action. While still learning the healing arts from his mother, his father taught him how to put that speed to use in defending the town.
Picking up a twin set of glaives Ariah was taught first hand by his father on how to use them. Again he proved to not only be a natural, but to even surpass his father. Of course with his dad guiding him he used this uncanny talent for good and honor he made use of his personal blades to help around town, even using them to instead of fighting, to dash through the fields of wheat and be a living cutting wind. While unorthodox, it let him help and enjoy the sound of whooshing wind rushing past his young ears.
Adulthood: When Ariah became a man he was well versed in his magic as well as his glaives. That let him assist his father in defending the city, fighting beside him against monsters and bandits. Between the shifts on guard of the town he'd continue to advance his arcane knowledge learning as much as he could from the nation of magic as it seemed to be a conduit for wonders!
However, as time went on and Ariah turned 19 his father went off to serve Wresta when Sheolan drew the world into war. He said that the dishonor and injustice of a regicide could not go unpunished and that Zeph Tenebris' must end. With his father away Ariah had to step up and lead the defense of the town. His skill made it an easy job, but it kept him from knowing more about the world around him. He was stuck here in the village as his father fought a war. This let Ariah work with the fellow villages training and building a defense force so that one day he'd be able to leave and set out on his own quest. To embrace the freedom of an aimless life while he waited for his father to come back. Yet he was not to return from that war as before the year was out a letter was brought to the Acrana residence. On it bore news of Kanar's fate.
As cruel as his passing was, life had to carry on and as Larah and Aria stayed within the village to assist it, Ariah returned to training a defense force of the town. Yet no matter what happened the void left by his father's untimely death. It broke his family apart and while they stuck together all they could ever wish for was to see him returned save and sound. Before long the militia was ready and Ariah had his chance. Saying good by to his family he set out into the wild world to seek out adventure and legends.
One such legend he learned of while traveling through Wresta. It told of a relic, ancient, old, and powerful. Said to grant a wish to anybody who seeks out it's power. This was his chance to find the relic and make his wish...
Special Moments: One truly special moment in Ariah's life was when he learned his first spell. It's the one he uses the most to this day and will do so until the day he dies, Displacement.
Another special moment in his life was when he received his personal glaives, Argeance and Umbra. These twin tri-bladed glaives were made strong, and light, perfect for a fast and light fighter. Given to him by his father and told they were ancient things with potential beyond what anybody has been able to find. Having belonged to an
Current Events: Ariah had started to travel the world, using his skills, talents, and magic for honor. Seeking out legends and leads for not only adventures and to unlock the secrets of his glaives, but also for a way to reunite his family. That is where he found about the relic and it's wish granting powers. That power could be his one chance to bring his father back.
Relations
* ☠ Enemy * ⚜ Unfriendly * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ღ Ally * ♥ Crush/Significant Other *
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Extras (Optional)
Character Quote: "Magic is in our blood. Hell! It's damn near our last name!"
Theme Song: Louis Viallet - Wild Heart
Aura Color: Sterling Silver
Character Trove:
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[h2][b]Character Summary[/b][/h2]
[b][color=red]Name:[/color][/b] Solmakall
[b][color=red]Aliases/Titles:[/color][/b] Apex of Aleshera
[b][color=red]Age:[/color][/b] Unknown
[b][color=red]Race/Species[/color][/b]
Alesherain Demon
[b][color=red]Gender[/color][/b]
Male? He likes male pronouns so... let's go with that!
[b][color=red]Languages[/color][/b]
Can understand most languages, yet can only speak Abyssal fluently and English barely.
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[h2][b]Appearance[/b][/h2]
[b][color=red]Height:[/color][/b] 10' 7''
[b][color=red]Weight:[/color][/b] 548 LBS
[b][color=red]Body Type:[/color][/b] Well muscled and built
[b][color=red]Eye Color:[/color][/b] Vibrant Red
[b][color=red]Hair Color:[/color][/b] Wisping Black Smoke
[b][color=red]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Inky Black with Red Accents
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[h2][b]Character psychology[/b][/h2]
[b][color=red]Personality:[/color][/b]
Solmakall, or Sol as he prefers to be called, is a big of a perplexing sort. Big, strong, durable, fast, lethal, vicious. All attributes that he qualifies for, yet his true personality is much different. He's curious, inquisitive, and all around generally kind when he isn't provoked. Like a bear looking at the landscape. Don't threaten him and he won't rip you limb from limb. In fact should you approach with kindness and warmth he's more than likely to return it in his own sense. Though it's mostly accented by his seemingly low intelligence. Not to fool anyone though he is quiet smart, just his smarts lie in the fields of survival, predatory nature, hunting, and tribal culture. So he's no fool by far, but he is a bit displaced given his current location. Still, why not make the best of it and learn about all these new sights and smells!
[b][color=red]Habits:[/color][/b]
Anywhere, Anytime - Being a full time badass and predator is exhausting! This in turn has given him the nasty habit of taking naps basically anywhere he wants, whenever he wants. Some times it's cute, others an inconvenience to those around him. Though mostly because nobody wants to be the one to wake the sleeping bear.
Shameless Curiousity - Much like a dog or inquisitive pet, he doesn't mind going or getting a little too close to people and places he probably shouldn't. Most of the time this is meant for learning about new things and is innocent, but it's still a tad rude. He just doesn't know that it's rude. He's used to open signs of attention.
[b][color=red]Likes:[/color][/b]
- Napping
- Ranging
- Nice People
[b][color=red]Dislikes:[/color][/b]
- Mean People
- Vegetables
- Bright Lights
- Big Words
[h2][b]Skills[/b][/h2]
[b][color=red]General Skills[/color][/b]
- Survivalist Training
- Range Mastery
- Foraging and Wild Craft
[b][color=red]Combat skills[/color][/b]
- Supernatural Strength: Augmented by his semi-magical form and laced heavily with the Primal Darkness that fills his home world he's gifted with abnormally great strength.
- Supernatural Durability: Much like his augmented strength his ability to take a hit is also further increased by the Primal Darkness of his home.
- Expertise with Claws, Teeth, and Tail Combat: Who needs made weapons when you are a living weapon? Steel-like claws, teeth, and a whip like tail give him all the combat power he needs.
[b][color=red]Magic skills[/color][/b]
- Darkness Manipulation: From his home world dwells the Primal Darkness. The all powerful source of the entire planet's life and strength. Some creatures of Aleshera can tap into this dark font and gain supernatural powers that come in the form of physical constructs. Often times used to augment attack with a sharper edge or greater strength. Shadowmancers of Aleshera have been known to bring forth more letahl effects. Yet Sol is a warrior and thus uses his power for damage.
- Regenerative Abilities: While not Wolverine grade or anything he has the ability to heal from wounds that would normally be considered fatal. This still comes with debilitation and normally still takes days if not weeks to fully heal. But who else can recover from having an arm ripped off?
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[h2][b]History[/b][/h2]
[b][color=red]Background:[/color][/b]
Born on the world of Aleshera, a world of complete darkness and death. The sun being blocked out by a dense asteroid field that follows a similar pattern with it's rotation, giving very little lit to the massive jungle world. It's sprawling, untamed wilderness a haven and breeding ground for all kinds of nasty monsters that lurk in the dark. In fact one may say that all the monsters of the multiverse go here to play. It is also the home to the Primal Darkness, a great and powerful force and lurks in the shadows. An endless font of energy both dark and malicious, evil and wicked. It's from this font however, that Solmakall, the Apex Shadow was born. Much like a furnace and factory churns out new inventions, the Primal Darkness churns out new nightmares. Solmakall was made to be the apex predator of the world. Something more fierce and deadly than the planet had ever known. Though no matter how much strength you funnel into a single being, it is useless without knowledge and curiosity. Seeking new ways to survive and thrive, to fight and grow.
It was with this new creation, the creation of knowledge, that turned Solmakall from the primal, instinctive, and savage nature of the rest of the creatures of Aleshera. For him it wasn't enough to just kill and devour those weaker than you. There was strength in both numbers and curiosity. He was the first to make a tribe, build other creatures to his culture and thus forge a new path on a primitive and vicious world. All while the Primal Darkness continued to churn out more that would soon join under Solmakall's banner. It was a new dawn for the planet of shadows, one led by the hunter who thought.
Time passed, though nobody could say how long. They had no need for keeping track or time nor was there an effective way to measure it yet. With no sun, no moon, and only twinkling light how could they tell the time? Besides they had much more important matters at hand. Building shelter with primal tools, forging for culture, and expanding as their numbers grew. This was the life of Solmakall and he enjoyed it. Each day passed and something new was learned, some new place was found, the world was becoming smaller and that in turn meant his tribe was on the path of becoming the strongest.
Yet as his tribe grew and expanded, further and further he never saw it's true shining might. An indecent happened, causing a rupture in the Primal Darkness and at it's center was Solmakall. As reality and the fabric there of tore asunder, he was taken from his home and displaced to a new world. Someplace new that he could have never dreamed about before. It was... bright. Painfully so. In fact it hurt his eyes to the point that he had to shield them. Basking his head in black smoke, to hide himself from the oppressive light.
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[b][color=red]Theme Song:[/color][/b]
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Character Trove:<br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Solmakall">Solmakall [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h2"><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Solmakall</font></span></div><br><img src="https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/plantsvszombies/images/3/38/Shadow_Demon_2.jpeg/revision/latest?cb=20160419001513" /><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Manners are... graah... Good.</font></span><br><hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"><br><div class="bb-h2"><span class="bb-b">Character Summary</span></div><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Name:</font></span> Solmakall<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Aliases/Titles:</font></span> Apex of Aleshera<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Age:</font></span> Unknown<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Race/Species</font></span><br>Alesherain Demon<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Gender</font></span><br>Male? He likes male pronouns so... let's go with that!<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Languages</font></span><br>Can understand most languages, yet can only speak Abyssal fluently and English barely.<br><hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"><br><div class="bb-h2"><span class="bb-b">Appearance</span></div><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Height:</font></span> 10' 7''<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Weight:</font></span> 548 LBS<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Body Type:</font></span> Well muscled and built<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Eye Color:</font></span> Vibrant Red<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Hair Color:</font></span> Wisping Black Smoke<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Skin Tone:</font></span> Inky Black with Red Accents<br><hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"><br><div class="bb-h2"><span class="bb-b">Character psychology</span></div><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Personality:</font></span><br>Solmakall, or Sol as he prefers to be called, is a big of a perplexing sort. Big, strong, durable, fast, lethal, vicious. All attributes that he qualifies for, yet his true personality is much different. He's curious, inquisitive, and all around generally kind when he isn't provoked. Like a bear looking at the landscape. Don't threaten him and he won't rip you limb from limb. In fact should you approach with kindness and warmth he's more than likely to return it in his own sense. Though it's mostly accented by his seemingly low intelligence. Not to fool anyone though he is quiet smart, just his smarts lie in the fields of survival, predatory nature, hunting, and tribal culture. So he's no fool by far, but he is a bit displaced given his current location. Still, why not make the best of it and learn about all these new sights and smells!<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Habits:</font></span><br>Anywhere, Anytime - Being a full time badass and predator is exhausting! This in turn has given him the nasty habit of taking naps basically anywhere he wants, whenever he wants. Some times it's cute, others an inconvenience to those around him. Though mostly because nobody wants to be the one to wake the sleeping bear.<br>Shameless Curiousity - Much like a dog or inquisitive pet, he doesn't mind going or getting a little too close to people and places he probably shouldn't. Most of the time this is meant for learning about new things and is innocent, but it's still a tad rude. He just doesn't know that it's rude. He's used to open signs of attention.<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Likes:</font></span><br> - Napping<br> - Ranging<br> - Nice People<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Dislikes:</font></span><br> - Mean People<br> - Vegetables<br> - Bright Lights<br> - Big Words<br><div class="bb-h2"><span class="bb-b">Skills</span></div><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">General Skills</font></span><br> - Survivalist Training<br> - Range Mastery<br> - Foraging and Wild Craft<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Combat skills</font></span><br> - Supernatural Strength: Augmented by his semi-magical form and laced heavily with the Primal Darkness that fills his home world he's gifted with abnormally great strength.<br> - Supernatural Durability: Much like his augmented strength his ability to take a hit is also further increased by the Primal Darkness of his home.<br> - Expertise with Claws, Teeth, and Tail Combat: Who needs made weapons when you are a living weapon? Steel-like claws, teeth, and a whip like tail give him all the combat power he needs.<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Magic skills</font></span><br> - Darkness Manipulation: From his home world dwells the Primal Darkness. The all powerful source of the entire planet's life and strength. Some creatures of Aleshera can tap into this dark font and gain supernatural powers that come in the form of physical constructs. Often times used to augment attack with a sharper edge or greater strength. Shadowmancers of Aleshera have been known to bring forth more letahl effects. Yet Sol is a warrior and thus uses his power for damage.<br> - Regenerative Abilities: While not Wolverine grade or anything he has the ability to heal from wounds that would normally be considered fatal. This still comes with debilitation and normally still takes days if not weeks to fully heal. But who else can recover from having an arm ripped off?<br><hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"><br><div class="bb-h2"><span class="bb-b">History</span></div><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Background:</font></span><br>Born on the world of Aleshera, a world of complete darkness and death. The sun being blocked out by a dense asteroid field that follows a similar pattern with it's rotation, giving very little lit to the massive jungle world. It's sprawling, untamed wilderness a haven and breeding ground for all kinds of nasty monsters that lurk in the dark. In fact one may say that all the monsters of the multiverse go here to play. It is also the home to the Primal Darkness, a great and powerful force and lurks in the shadows. An endless font of energy both dark and malicious, evil and wicked. It's from this font however, that Solmakall, the Apex Shadow was born. Much like a furnace and factory churns out new inventions, the Primal Darkness churns out new nightmares. Solmakall was made to be the apex predator of the world. Something more fierce and deadly than the planet had ever known. Though no matter how much strength you funnel into a single being, it is useless without knowledge and curiosity. Seeking new ways to survive and thrive, to fight and grow.<br><br>It was with this new creation, the creation of knowledge, that turned Solmakall from the primal, instinctive, and savage nature of the rest of the creatures of Aleshera. For him it wasn't enough to just kill and devour those weaker than you. There was strength in both numbers and curiosity. He was the first to make a tribe, build other creatures to his culture and thus forge a new path on a primitive and vicious world. All while the Primal Darkness continued to churn out more that would soon join under Solmakall's banner. It was a new dawn for the planet of shadows, one led by the hunter who thought.<br><br>Time passed, though nobody could say how long. They had no need for keeping track or time nor was there an effective way to measure it yet. With no sun, no moon, and only twinkling light how could they tell the time? Besides they had much more important matters at hand. Building shelter with primal tools, forging for culture, and expanding as their numbers grew. This was the life of Solmakall and he enjoyed it. Each day passed and something new was learned, some new place was found, the world was becoming smaller and that in turn meant his tribe was on the path of becoming the strongest.<br><br>Yet as his tribe grew and expanded, further and further he never saw it's true shining might. An indecent happened, causing a rupture in the Primal Darkness and at it's center was Solmakall. As reality and the fabric there of tore asunder, he was taken from his home and displaced to a new world. Someplace new that he could have never dreamed about before. It was... bright. Painfully so. In fact it hurt his eyes to the point that he had to shield them. Basking his head in black smoke, to hide himself from the oppressive light.<br><hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="red">Theme Song:</font></span><br><iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/V7OdI-b61qg?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe></div></div></div></div>
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