ORIGINS & CREATIONS: | The Arthurian Compass is believed to have been crafted by the ancient wizard Merlin, imbued with the magic of hope and the quest for knowledge. Legends say it was created from the fragments of Excalibur, harnessing the collective belief in the enduring spirit of adventure and the pursuit of treasure. |
TYPE: | Magical Compass |
LOCATION: | It is on Elysium Island |
NOTABLE OWNERS: | Sir Galahad: Known for his purity of heart and unwavering quest for the Holy Grail, Galahad wielded the compass during his noble journeys, using its guidance to locate hidden treasures and lost artifacts on behalf of King Arthur.
Lady Morgana: A powerful sorceress and half-sister to Arthur, Morgana used the compass to unearth ancient magical relics, though her motives often leaned towards personal gain and ambition.
Robin Hood: The legendary outlaw used the compass to find wealth hidden from the common folk, redistributing treasures to the poor and those in need, emphasizing his role as a hero of the oppressed |
The Arthurian Compass is a finely crafted artifact, made from a blend of precious metals and adorned with intricate engravings depicting legendary quests and mythical creatures. Its face features an ornate needle that glows faintly, shimmering with a soft light that intensifies when treasures are near. The compass does not point north but instead directs the user towards the closest lost treasure, be it material wealth, ancient relics, or hidden knowledge.
The compass operates under a unique magical principle: it can only reveal treasures that are aligned with the user's intentions and purity of heart. If a user seeks wealth for selfish purposes, the compass will lead them astray or even become inert, reflecting the artifact's connection to the moral compass of its wielder. Conversely, those with noble intentions will find the compass unwavering, guiding them faithfully on their quest.
Additionally, the Arthurian Compass possesses a subtle aura that enhances the user's intuition, helping them make wise decisions during their journey. It is said that as the user approaches their destination, the compass emits a gentle hum, resonating with the energy of the treasure they seek. This phenomenon allows the wielder to feel the presence of magic and hidden potential, urging them onward.
She/Her | 11 | Black | 3'10ft | 80 _______________________________________________ Inevitable. _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I didn’t survive the Pit by being smart. I survived by being good at staying alive." ___________________________________
Surival Instincts ⫻ After spending so much time in the Pit, Destiny has developed an acute awareness of her surroundings. She can sense danger, traps, or hidden threats, allowing her to stay one step ahead in the most hostile environments.
Grit ⫻ Being in the Pit for so long has hardened her mind and body against the effects of pain. Destiny has trained herself to ignore, mask, or fight through injuries that would cripple others, allowing her to stay functional when others would fall.
Improvised Weaponry ⫻ Through necessity, Destiny has learned to use almost anything as a weapon—rocks, broken glass, even scraps of metal.
Stealth ⫻ The harsh and dangerous environment of the Pit taught Destiny the art of moving unseen and unheard. Whether sneaking past enemies, blending into a crowd, or moving silently through dangerous territory, she excels at not being detected when needed.
Resourceful ⫻ Destiny can make the most out of whatever she finds. In the Pit, where resources were scarce, she developed the ability to scavenge, repurpose, and improvise to survive. This extends to creating rudimentary tools, finding food, or making shelter out of nothing.
Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "People look at me and think I'm just another quiet kid. Good."
Destiny Wright has a reserved and severe aura that sets her apart even among kids her age. She doesn’t speak much, but her expression often says enough, a quiet intensity that suggests she’s always thinking, always observing. People frequently mistake her guarded demeanor for shyness, but it’s more of a cautiousness she carries, like she’s learned early on to protect herself. Her interactions are deliberate and measured, making her seem older than just twelve years. Her earnest gaze often gives the impression that she sees more than she lets on, a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
Destiny is of average height for her age, standing around four two, with a slim, slightly skinny build. She’s not particularly athletic, but there’s a quiet sturdiness like she’s used to standing her ground. Her hair is a standout feature, thick, oily, and voluminous, styled into a single high puff that crowns her head. It’s natural and unrestrained, drawing attention without trying too hard, and perfectly frames her heart-shaped face. Her puff seems like an extension of her personality: bold, distinct, and uncompromising. She takes care of her hair, maintaining it with pride, even if she prefers to keep her overall look simple.
Destiny’s style leans toward practical and understated, reflecting her no-nonsense personality. She gravitates toward comfortable, functional, and durable clothing, pieces she can move around without worrying about wear and tear. She often wears neutral or earthy tones like browns, greens, and muted yellows that complement her skin tone. Denim is a staple in her wardrobe, whether sturdy jeans or a worn-in jacket that she throws on to complete her outfit. She favors sneakers or sturdy boots over anything flashy, choosing practicality over trends.
On chillier days, she might layer with a hoodie or a light jacket, always preferring clothing that serves a purpose over anything overly decorative. Destiny doesn’t accessorize much, but she sometimes wears a simple bracelet or hair ties on her wrist, more out of convenience than style. The way she puts herself together gives off an air of quiet confidence. Nothing about her style is meant to draw attention, but her composed and self-assured presence ensures she stands out in her subtle way.
Her face rarely betrays what she’s thinking. She’s not one to smile often; when she does, it’s small and fleeting, as if she’s guarding even her joy. The way she carries herself makes it clear that she doesn’t invite attention or rely on others’ approval. If Destiny does open up, it’s only to those she trusts and doesn’t trust easily.
Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I've seen far too much to believe anyone will stick around."
MAIN GOAL ⫻ Destiny is just trying to figure out this strange new world and her place in it. A fish out of water, she is thrust into an unfamiliar and often unforgiving landscape that brims with magic, danger, and intrigue. Everything about this world feels alien to her—its rules, customs, and even the magic that permeates everything. Despite her awkwardness and uncertainty, she carries the weight of her mother’s sacrifice like a brand upon her soul, a constant reminder of both love and loss. Struggling to make sense of her purpose, she yearns for something more significant: to rebuild what was broken and ensure that no one else endures the helplessness she felt when her world crumbled. Her heart aches to create a sanctuary where hope defies the odds and shines brightly, even in the face of despair. Yet, her journey is fraught with challenges, both external and internal.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Destiny believes in finding strength in the connections and fragments of light that persist in even the bleakest circumstances. She carries her mother’s teachings: that hope is fragile and powerful and must be nurtured despite the odds.
SECRETS ⫻ Destiny harbors guilt over her mother’s death, believing she should have been strong enough to save Darlene or keep the portal open. She secretly fears her powers—especially her ability to dominate minds—thinking she might become no better than the horrors of the Pit if she gives in to her darker impulses.
SEXUALITY ⫻ Not applicable. At eleven years old, Destiny is focused on survival, forming friendships, and understanding her magic rather than exploring romantic or sexual interests.
FEARS ⫻ Destiny’s greatest fear is losing herself to her powers, especially the manipulative aspects of her Pink Lux. Destiny worries that the line between using her powers for good and abusing them will blur one day. She fears becoming something she cannot control—someone who bends others to her will, even unintentionally, and losing the part of herself that still clings to her humanity. Her fear of abandonment, rooted in the trauma of losing her mother in the Pit, haunts her deeply. The isolation she felt after Darlene’s death, left to survive alone, is a wound that never fully healed. She dreads returning to the Pit and facing the monstrous entities that once hunted her, knowing how easily she could slip back into that nightmare. But perhaps the most agonizing fear is that her mother might still be alive, trapped and suffering in the Pit, her sacrifice in vain. The guilt and uncertainty of not knowing weigh heavily on Destiny, keeping her trapped between the pull of the past and the need to move forward.
WHAT DID THEY DO DURING THE CATACLYSM? ⫻ During the Cataclysm, Destiny had only recently escaped the Pit and found herself lost in the aftermath, struggling to adapt to the new world of Cloverfield. She didn't participate in the conflict or chaos of the Cataclysm itself. Instead, she focused on surviving in the city’s ruins, navigating her new surroundings, and finding refuge in St. Eleanora’s Orphanage. Destiny spent her time helping where she could—using her abilities to ease the suffering of the children and caregivers, but she remained detached from the wider world.
FLAWS ⫻ The Pit left an indelible scar on Destiny, one that runs far more profound than any physical wound. After being thrust into its nightmarish depths at such a young age, she was stripped of her childhood and thrust into a world where survival was the only rule. The horrors she witnessed—monstrous entities, constant danger, the overwhelming isolation—warped her sense of reality. During her time, there was a never-ending struggle to stay alive, constantly on the edge of despair and fear. This environment bred a paranoia in her that ran through her veins like poison. Destiny has never been able to trust anyone fully, and even when she does, a lingering fear gnaws at her, the fear that anyone she lets close could leave her, betray her, or worse, perish because of her. She learned that attachment equaled loss, and loss in the Pit was a brutal thing. The trauma she endured left her emotionally wounded, her soul scarred by the unspeakable things she had to do and see. While others might try to find solace in relationships, Destiny has learned to build walls, closing herself off from any potential for connection that could make her vulnerable.
She’s too accustomed to pain, too used to the ghosts of the Pit haunting her every step. Every person she encounters seems alien to her—like a creature from another world. The “normal” world of Cloverfield is foreign and suffocating, too bright and too loud, and she feels like an imposter trying to wear a mask of civility. The mundane concerns of others feel trivial, almost laughable compared to the horrors she’s lived through. Destiny doesn’t know how to exist here.
The trauma of the Pit also made her crave control, perhaps as a means of keeping the chaos at bay. She tries to micromanage every situation, even when it’s out of her hands, not trusting that things will work out unless she can make them. This need to control, to hold onto something amidst the unpredictability of her life, pushes people away, further reinforcing her isolation. But even with all her abilities and strength, a part of her never feels good enough. Her failures haunt her—the children she couldn’t protect, the allies she couldn’t save, and the lives lost in the dark abyss of the Pit. That self-doubt clings to her like a shadow and no amount of power or resourcefulness can quiet it. This is why Destiny is driven the way she is. Her need to protect, to never let anyone feel the kind of pain she endured, drives her to reckless extremes. She’ll put herself in danger and sacrifice herself if it means sparing someone else from suffering, all because she believes she’s not worthy of anything better. The ghosts of her past—the monsters, the loss, the desperate loneliness—continue to shape every decision she makes, reminding her that there’s always a cost to the protection she offers, even if it means she’s left broken.
Backstory ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "My mother taught me something in the Pit—survival is more than breathing. It's about holding on to the light, even when everything around you is darkness."
Destiny Wright was born into The Pit, a realm of fractured realities and relentless danger, where survival was a daily struggle. Her mother, Darlene, guided this broken world, leading a small survivor group that clung to life among the ruins. Darlene taught Destiny to read the ever-shifting landscape of The Pit, stay alert to the lurking dangers, and, most importantly, never lose hope. Destiny’s earliest memories were of following her mother through the desolate remnants of destroyed worlds, learning to adapt and survive. Darlene often spoke of "the world before," a place of light and order, offering a glimpse of something better, a spark that Destiny held onto tightly.
When Destiny was eight, her life took a profound turn during a brutal encounter with an Apparition. The group had been trapped in a narrow canyon, surrounded by twisting, ethereal creatures and nowhere to run. Panic spread quickly, and something deep within Destiny stirred in the chaos. This was the moment of her Kindling Event, but she was caught in a flood of confusion. The rogue Apparition took advantage, launching vicious attacks at the group. But Darlene stepped in, and using her more refined magic, she bent her time ever so slightly to delay the creature’s strikes, buying enough precious seconds for the group to escape.
Darlene recognized the potential in Destiny’s abilities immediately. She knew the Lux needed to be honed and dedicated herself to guiding her daughter through learning to control her newfound powers. Darlene was a patient teacher, combining exercises that would teach Destiny to focus and refine her abilities. The Purple Lux became a tool for telekinesis. Through mental focus, Destiny moved objects or shifted small parts of the environment, like rocks and debris, with just a thought. Her mother used her deep understanding of Purple Lux to teach Destiny how to use telekinesis and manipulate time on a small scale. Destiny struggled at first, the power often slipping from her grasp, but her mother’s steady support kept her from giving up.
Destiny’s Pink Lux emerged alongside her telekinetic abilities, adding another layer to her magical repertoire. Darlene taught her to use her Pink Lux for more than simple emotional manipulation. Destiny learned to create illusions, calming the panicked hearts of her companions or altering their perception of reality to hide from enemies. Her ability to influence minds also grew, allowing her to dominate the minds of those without an Emotional-Field to protect them. As Destiny’s powers grew, they became vital in ensuring the group's survival. It was a constant balancing act—using her powers to protect her people while remaining grounded in the harsh reality of their existence.
But even with all her efforts, the dangers of The Pit never relented. Over time, one by one, the members of the survivor group began to fall, each victim to a different threat. Some were taken by the monstrous entities that roamed the desolate land, while others succumbed to despair and internal strife. Destiny and her mother fought to protect them, using every ounce of their combined strength, but it was clear that no matter how much they fought, they could not stop the tide of destruction slowly wearing them down. The remaining survivors began to thin, with many losing hope in constant peril. Destiny's powers, though growing stronger, could not shield them from the Pit's relentless horrors.
By the time Destiny was ten, only she and Darlene remained. The others were gone, wiped out by attacks from the unspeakable horrors that roamed the Pit. Though Destiny had become far more skilled in her abilities, her heart weighed heavy with grief and guilt. She had saved so many, but it had never been enough. Still, Darlene’s unwavering presence and guidance kept her grounded. Her mother’s teachings never wavered—survival was about more than just fighting. It was about holding onto what remained of their humanity, their hope, and their connection to one another.
But with each passing day, Destiny grew more aware that The Pit wasn’t just a place of survival but a prison that could never be escaped without tremendous cost. As the dangers of The Pit grew, Destiny realized she needed more than her powers to survive. As Destiny wandered the desolate landscape of The Pit, she was suddenly separated from her mother during a violent skirmish. Alone and vulnerable, she knew she had to act quickly to survive. Her mind raced as the ominous sound of approaching monsters echoed through the barren terrain. Desperation clawed at her, and instinctively, she reached out, her powers flaring.
Her focus was on a nearby Autoknight, one of the towering mechanical giants that roamed the land, originally bound to the King of the Pit’s command. Destiny seized control with her Pink and Purple Lux; her will overpowering its rigid programming. The Autoknight, once an enemy, now stood motionless, awaiting her orders. Destiny commanded it to move. A slow yet powerful iron giant lumbered toward her, ready to shield her from any threat. With the creature now under her control, Destiny felt a surge of both power and dread. She wasn’t alone anymore—but she knew this newfound strength came with its burdens. Still, for the first time in years, she dared to believe they could survive, even without her mother by her side. However, the "world before" echoed through Destiny's head, and she knew of a place that could, theoretically, get her there.
The Forge. An ancient factory of untold power, filled with the horrors of the Pit itself. She had been searching for answers, for a way to reunite with her mother, Darlene, who had once been a beacon in her life. Darlene had always spoken of The Forge as a place of untold power, a source of creation, and a nexus where the fabric of reality could be reshaped. Here, Destiny hoped to find the key to her future—her path forward and possibly the answers to what had happened to Darlene. The Forge’s perimeter was heavily guarded, the towering Autoknights marching endlessly around the premises, their empty eyes scanning the terrain for intruders. Destiny knew she had to be clever. Slipping into the shadows, she used her Pink Lux to twist the perceptions of the patrols, cloaking her presence in the fog of illusion.
It wasn’t long before she slipped into the heart of The Forge, and this is where Destiny found Darlene - along with something far more significant than she imagined. Darlene had used the very power of the Forge to create something extraordinary—an artifact capable of opening a portal that would take them out of the Pit. With a flicker of energy, the artifact hummed to life, and a rift began to open in the space before them. It was a tear in the fabric of reality, a portal to a world beyond the Forge and the Pit. Destiny could hardly believe what she was witnessing. Her mother had done it—she had created something that could bring them to freedom. Destiny felt a surge of relief, hope blooming in her chest. They would be free. They could leave the Pit, escape its endless cycle of creation and suffering, and start anew.
Darlene motioned for Destiny to step through, and she hesitated only briefly before stepping forward. The moment's weight pressed down on her, she could feel the portal's pull, the promise of freedom. Just as Destiny was about to step through the rift, she heard something significant moving through the air—a faint whistle followed by the sharp crack of gunfire.
It happened so fast.
Before she could even react, a musket shot fired from one of the Autoknights struck Darlene directly in the chest. The force of the shot knocked her back, her body crumpling to the ground in front of Destiny. She outstretched a hand, screaming louder than ever, as the portal closed...
Destiny arrived in Cloverfield amidst the chaos, a solitary figure wandering through the dissolved ruins. The chaos wasn't alien to her, yet contextually, it was far different from anything she had encountered before. As she wandered through the chaos of the Cataclysm, a wave of acid raced toward her. Frozen in place, Destiny could do nothing but watch her end race toward her. At that moment, a stranger intervened, their presence marked only by a blur of impossible speed. In one swift motion, they pulled Destiny out of harm's way just as the acid struck, its deadly path scorching the ground where she had stood.
This mysterious savior vanished as quickly as they had appeared, but their intervention carried her through the ruins to safety. Clad in a soot-streaked dress, with eyes that seemed to see far beyond the broken cityscape, she was mistaken for one of the many orphans displaced by the Cataclysm. Her appearance coincided with the devastation caused by Nyrah the Ravager. Taken in by St. Eleanora's Orphanage, one of the few institutions still standing on the South Bank, Destiny struggled to adapt. The orphanage was overrun with children who had lost everything, their faces haunted by the horrors they had witnessed. The caregivers did their best, but resources were scarce, and the trauma that permeated the air was suffocating.
The orphanage became a place of survival for Destiny, but it was unlike the survival she had known in the Pit. Here, the dangers were subtler—emotional wounds, the fraying of hope, and the cruel reality of a world trying to rebuild itself. St. Eleanora's was far from the Pit's violent chaos, but its despair resonated deeply with Destiny. She often found herself on the outskirts, observing rather than engaging, her Pink Lux allowing her to sense the emotions of those around her. It was a double-edged sword; she could calm a crying child or ease a caregiver's stress, but the constant flood of pain and fear took its toll on her.
Destiny would sneak out to explore Cloverfield when the other children slept in the quiet night hours. Though the destruction was finite here, the city's ruins reminded her of the Pit. The Cataclysm had scarred the land, but there was a sense of recovery—however slow—that the Pit had never known. She wandered the shattered streets, her powers subtly shaping her path. With her telekinesis, she moved debris blocking her way or stabilized precarious structures. Her illusions hid her from scavengers and dangerous gangs roaming the ruins.
During her nightly explorations, Destiny felt a strange sense of purpose she hadn’t experienced since leaving the Pit. Cloverfield was a city trying to rise from its ashes, and though she felt like a ghost wandering its remnants, she couldn’t shake the idea that she might belong here. Each night, she pushed deeper into the ruins, uncovering fragments of the city’s past: forgotten trinkets in burned-out homes, scraps of journals telling stories of lives lost, and murals of hope painted by those who believed in a brighter future.
These discoveries lit a spark within her—a faint but growing desire to rebuild, not just for the city but for herself.
Abstraction ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I'm trying to keep myself in check here..."
TYPE ⫻ Adept.
ABSTRACTION ⫻Purple & Pink Lux. Channeler is a Silver Locket Darlene gave her in the Pit.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Destiny’s spells, learned from her mother, Darlene, during their time in the Pit, showcase her raw talent and potential despite her still-developing grasp of magic. While she may not have perfect control yet, her spells reflect a deep capacity for growth as she matures. Though still in the early stages of mastery, Destiny has made great strides, and with time, her magical abilities are bound to reach new heights.
Force of Will ⫻ Destiny's primary (and only) offensive tool. Force of Will grants Destiny the ability to manipulate objects through sheer mental power. By focusing her intent on an object, she can move, lift, or manipulate it, regardless of its weight or size; however, the more massive the object, the greater the concentration required. She can perform precise movements, such as opening a locked door, retrieving an item from a shelf, or using brute force to throw, crush, or shatter objects at will. The range of this spell can vary depending on her focus and energy levels, with closer objects being easier to manipulate. As the distance increases, the power of her telekinesis weakens, and maintaining her concentration becomes increasingly difficult.
Domination ⫻ Domination Destiny’s most powerful and dangerous spell, capable of seizing control over an individual’s will. Destiny can invade their mind by focusing on the target, overpowering their sense of self, and imposing their will. The victim’s thoughts and actions become subservient to her commands, turning them into puppets. The strength of this control depends on the target’s mental fortitude; weak-willed individuals are quickly subdued, while those with solid mental defenses can resist, though they will experience increasing mental strain the longer the spell is applied. Emotional-Fields completely block this spell and render it useless against Paranormals. While under Domination, the target is often unaware of their loss of control, though their actions may feel out of character or unnatural. However, this spell can strain Destiny’s mental focus for long periods. If the victim’s will is powerful, the connection may falter, backfiring on Destiny and causing severe mental backlash.
Telepathy ⫻ Destiny’s telepathy spell allows her to establish a mental link with another individual, allowing her to read both surface-level thoughts and more profound, more hidden layers of their mind. The connection bypasses Emotional-Fields, enabling her to perceive thoughts even in individuals who might otherwise be protected from psychic intrusion. This link is invisible and undetectable by anyone other than the target, allowing Destiny to silently receive thoughts, ideas, emotions, and even commands and convey messages or impressions in return. Surface-level thoughts are easily discernible, such as casual observations or fleeting concerns, but with focus, Destiny can access deeper layers of the mind and uncover hidden fears, desires, or secrets.
Deception ⫻ Deception is an illusion spell that allows Destiny to cloak her surroundings or herself in a shroud of deceptive glamour, making them appear as something entirely different. This spell can alter visual and auditory perception, changing the shape, color, and texture of objects or people and masking sounds. The complexity of the illusion can vary, from a simple disguise of a door to an elaborate mirage of an entire environment. The illusions are compelling and often indistinguishable from reality unless the observer attests to magical manipulation. Destiny can also use Deception to project fake sensory input, such as creating phantom voices or footsteps to distract or mislead. However, while the illusions are effective, they are inherently fragile. If someone interacts with the illusion in a way that challenges its integrity (such as touching or closely inspecting it), the spell may break down, revealing its false nature.
Emotional Prism ⫻ Destiny’s Emotional Prism is a spell that grants her the ability to perceive, influence, and manipulate the emotions of others. When cast, this spell creates an invisible but potent aura that allows her to intuitively sense the emotional states of those around her, picking up on feelings such as fear, anger, joy, sadness, or anxiety. The more intense the emotion, the clearer it becomes to Destiny. This ability allows her to read individuals with remarkable precision, understanding the underlying causes of their feelings and how they might respond to various situations. Beyond simple perception, Emotional Prism also allows Destiny to manipulate emotions, subtly or powerfully altering the emotional state of others. With focused intent, she can induce calm in a panicked individual, instill confidence in someone who feels weak, or heighten feelings of anger or fear to manipulate behavior. The effect can be temporary, lasting only as long as her concentration or until the person’s own emotions overpower the influence. The strength of this manipulation depends on Destiny's focus, the emotional stability of the target, and her emotional state.
LIMITS ⫻ Force of Will requires an intense level of concentration, which can quickly drain Destiny’s mental energy. The larger the object, the more effort it demands, and if she overextends herself, she risks severe mental fatigue or even losing the ability to focus. Her telekinesis weakens with distance, so manipulating objects beyond a short range can become nearly impossible if she’s not careful.
Domination is incredibly taxing on her mental state. The longer she uses this spell, the more it strains her, and the risk of backfire increases dramatically if the target has strong mental defenses. The more dominant a person's will, the harder it is for Destiny to maintain control, and if the connection falters, it can cause a mental backlash that can be debilitating, leaving her mentally drained and vulnerable. Emotional-Fields also block the spell entirely, and it is useless against Paranormals.
The connection in Telepathy is delicate. If Destiny doesn’t maintain focus, the link weakens and may fade quickly, making it difficult to sustain long-term communication or access more profound thoughts. The depth of the connection depends on the target’s mental defenses—stronger wills can create barriers, making it harder for Destiny to penetrate their minds or retrieve specific information. When she’s tired, distracted, or emotionally unstable, her telepathy becomes erratic, and she may inadvertently misinterpret thoughts or fail to establish a clear connection. Additionally, attempting to develop a deep connection with multiple individuals can overwhelm her mind, leading to a loss of clarity or complete mental overload.
Deception, while helpful in hiding herself or altering her surroundings, is fragile and can be easily disrupted. If someone interacts too closely with the illusion—touching it, trying to pass through it, or scrutinizing it too intently—the glamour dissipates, revealing the illusion for what it truly is. Additionally, creating more elaborate or complex illusions requires enormous energy and focus. If Destiny is under duress or distracted, the illusion can falter, making her vulnerable. The more complicated the deception, the more strain it places on her mind, which can result in physical and emotional exhaustion.
Emotional Prism gives Destiny insight into the emotions of those around her, but the more people she tries to read at once, the harder it becomes to distinguish individual feelings. If too many emotions clash in a single area, the spell becomes a jumbled mess, leaving Destiny unable to interpret anything. The manipulation of emotions also requires significant focus and effort, and it’s easy for the target's emotions to overpower her influence. If she loses emotional control herself, her manipulation could backfire, causing more harm than good. Furthermore, Destiny cannot influence the emotions of those with an Emotional-Field, only read them.
WEAKNESSES ⫻ While potent, Destiny's magic is raw and with this comes a danger to herself. All of her spells have a risk of backfiring and hurting her. This risk is higher the more she pushes herself. Telekinesis that throws her back, mental backlash... It's all a risk, the stronger the magic Destiny uses. This risk is lower with her more precise, practiced magic use. But all of her magic has a risk of backfiring.
Destiny's influence on others, through her Pink Lux spell, in turn influences her. Target's own thoughts and feelings can overpower her, and constant use is overwhelming for her. This goes beyond the immediate pain or mental overload. The continuous use of mental magic is changing her own brain. Being around constant pain and suffering will start to push her to be someone she might not want to be... and it'll get more and more difficult for her to remain herself. The more she manipulates emotions and casts Domination the more she'll want to do it... and not for the right reason. It increases her need for control and her paranoia. Young as she is, she's at risk of losing herself to her magic.
Also she's weak to the Diddler Ghost.
Other ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Survival isn't about fighting the darkness—it's about finding a way to shine through it."
She/Her | 31 | African-American | 6'1ft | 175 _______________________________________________ Empowered _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I just get it done—with heart" ___________________________________
Empathy ⫻ Latoya is incredibly attuned to the emotions and needs of others. She can offer support and understanding in difficult times, making her someone people turn to for advice or comfort.
Leader ⫻ A natural leader, Latoya knows how to inspire and motivate those around her. She builds strong, cooperative teams, delegating tasks efficiently and ensuring everyone works toward a common goal.
Cooking ⫻ Latoya is an excellent cook, skilled in preparing a wide range of dishes from various cultures. She’s particularly adept at making intricate desserts and is known for her ability to recreate recipes from memory.
Medical Knowledge ⫻ Latoya has a solid foundation in medical sciences, including anatomy, physiology, pharmacology, and pathology. Her studies have equipped her to understand the human body and common medical conditions.
Patient Care ⫻ While she has yet to practice clinically, Latoya has a strong sense of empathy and an understanding of patient care protocols. She is capable of offering essential medical advice and providing comfort to those in need.
Critical Thinking and Problem Solving ⫻ As part of her medical education, Latoya honed her ability to analyze complex problems, assess patient symptoms, and determine possible diagnoses. She is skilled in synthesizing information to make sound, logical decisions.
First Responder Skills ⫻ In her medical studies, Latoya received basic training in first aid, CPR, and emergency response techniques, preparing her to act quickly and efficiently in medical emergencies.
Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "It’s all about embracing what’s already here, what’s already me."
Latoya Strange stands with a natural, grounded elegance that seems effortless and carefully curated. At six feet one, her profile is sharp yet soft, exuding an aura of self-assurance tempered by empathy. Latoya's presence is magnetic, capturing the attention of those around her with an easy confidence that doesn’t demand the spotlight but draws it. Her old-soul energy gives her a timeless quality as if she's seen and understood much of the world and can see right through facades.
She’s African-American, with rich, dark brown skin that seems to catch and reflect the light in warm, earthy hues. Her complexion is radiant, its glow enhanced by subtle touches of highlighter on her cheekbones, giving her a naturally sculpted look that requires minimal embellishment. Her hair, a voluminous cloud of tight curls, is pulled into a high ponytail that beautifully showcases her facial structure. The style suits her—polished and powerful while embracing her hair's natural texture. It complements her aesthetic and blends authenticity with a refined, contemporary edge.
Latoya’s build perfectly balances soft curves and a hint of underlying strength. She’s naturally a bit chubby, with a plushness that suits her relaxed confidence and warm energy. Her shoulders are gently rounded, with just enough definition to hint at her active lifestyle, though she isn’t overly focused on fitness. Latoya has a body that embodies softness in all the right places, and she carries herself with a comfortable, unapologetic, and self-assured confidence. Latoya's bust measures around 38D, with a naturally full and shapely silhouette that complements her overall frame.
Her waist is softly defined, giving her figure a subtle hourglass shape without harsh lines. Her hips are rounded and generous, leading down to thighs that are thick and sturdy without being overly muscular. She’s got a bit of extra padding, especially around her lower body, but it only adds to her grounded, approachable vibe. Her rear is round, firm, and shapely, adding to the natural sway in her walk. Her legs carry her with effortless grace, giving her a presence that feels stable and reassuring.
Latoya’s physique is a refreshing blend of softness and confidence, with a healthy, vibrant, honest, and relatable look. Her body reflects a genuine comfort with herself—she’s not one to obsess over rigid fitness standards, but she’s active enough to keep herself feeling strong and energized. There’s a glow to her that comes from self-acceptance, and it's evident in how she presents herself, embracing her curves as an integral part of who she is.
Latoya’s style is minimalist yet impactful; she often wears subtle jewelry, such as the tiny gold hoop earrings visible here, which add a touch of refinement to her look. Her makeup is understated, typically just enough to accentuate her natural features when worn. She has a keen eye for details others might overlook, reflected in how she presents herself—never overdone, always just right.
Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I’m still figuring out how to trust myself without losing control."
MAIN GOAL ⫻ There is a desperate search for an expert in souls or a powerful artifact capable of manipulating them, a pursuit steeped in urgency and mystery. Though she says the journey is about mastering her place in the paranormal world and protecting those she cares for, there are deeper motivations—forces working tirelessly to reclaim something lost and undo a binding far beyond her understanding.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Latoya's philosophy is rooted in the belief that true strength lies in embracing vulnerability and confronting the darkness within oneself. Her experiences of loss and existential upheaval have taught her that resilience is not about denying fear or pain but about acknowledging them as catalysts for growth. To her, vulnerability is not weakness; it is the raw essence of humanity and a bridge to genuine connection and understanding. This worldview makes Latoya a complex individual: she is a compassionate ally, offering solace to those who struggle, yet she becomes a fierce adversary when faced with those who exploit or manipulate others. Empathy allows her to see through masks and façades, but fuels her intolerance for cruelty or deceit. She views magic and power as tools that amplify one’s intentions rather than solutions to life’s challenges. To Latoya, what matters is the purpose behind one’s actions, whether they bring healing or destruction. This mindset shapes her interactions with others, her approach to the Paranormal, and her unwavering belief that the most significant battles are fought not in the external world but within the soul. For her, the measure of a person is not in their power but in how they wield it, especially when faced with their fears and flaws.
SECRETS ⫻ Latoya is not one to harbor secrets, at least not intentionally. She carries herself with an openness that reflects her philosophy of confronting fears and flaws. However, beneath this seemingly unguarded nature lies an enigmatic truth even she may not fully understand. While others see her as a survivor of the Cataclysm, she occasionally recalls fragmented memories that don't align with her perception of events, leaving her unsettled and questioning the gaps in her understanding of her past.
SEXUALITY ⫻ Latoya previously identified as pansexual, drawn to the strength, intellect, and emotional depth of others rather than any physical traits. In the past, she embraced connection and intimacy with an open heart, finding beauty in shared vulnerability. Yet, recently, she has inexplicably withdrawn, adopting a celibate lifestyle despite her natural inclination toward forming deep and meaningful bonds. She attributes this shift to the emotional toll of her experiences, framing it as a need to focus on self-discovery and healing. However, her explanation has quite dissonance—a subtle, unspoken rift between her current choices and her past values. While she appears content with this change outwardly, there are fleeting moments when her behavior feels almost out of character, as if her retreat from intimacy stems from a more profound, unseen force rather than her own will.
FEARS ⫻ Latoya’s most profound fear is the loss of autonomy—a lingering dread born from past losses and a growing unease she struggles to articulate. Whether it’s the threat of manipulation by others or succumbing to the very forces she fights against, the idea of losing control over her body or choices is an all-encompassing terror. This fear manifests subtly: a reluctance to rely too heavily on her magic, an obsession with maintaining her independence, and an acute wariness of forming bonds that might leave her vulnerable. Additionally, Latoya is tormented by the possibility of becoming a monster, figuratively or literally. The thought of being seen as an irredeemable threat by those she wishes to protect weighs heavily, driving her to scrutinize her moral compass at every turn. Her self-doubt often spirals into a paralyzing fixation on whether her actions are indeed her own or influenced by darker, unseen forces.
WHAT DID THEY DO DURING THE CATACLYSM? ⫻ During the Cataclysm, Latoya led her fractured group of friends into a final, desperate battle against Nyrah the Ravager to save Cloverfield. Believing she could rekindle their once-unbreakable bond and harness their collective strength, she crafted a plan to confront the looming threat. However, time, distance, and personal struggles had eroded their unity, and they entered the battle unprepared for the sheer devastation Nyrah would unleash. As the fight escalated, chaos and tragedy struck. Latoya watched helplessly as her friends fell one by one, unable to protect them or turn the tide. In the end, she emerged as the sole survivor. Still, victory came at an unimaginable cost: the lives of those she loved most.
FLAWS ⫻ Latoya’s most significant flaws are intertwined with her internal struggles and past traumas. Chief among them is her tendency to overanalyze, which often paralyzes her with doubt and hesitation when swift action is needed. This indecision frustrates her allies and occasionally allows critical opportunities to slip away. Though she values vulnerability in theory, her actions often contradict her beliefs, as she isolates herself in times of need. Another significant flaw is her simmering anger. While she strives to maintain control, it sometimes bursts forth in ways that damage her relationships and cloud her judgment. Latoya’s pursuit of power and understanding, driven by an unyielding need for redemption and control, blinds her to the collateral damage her actions can cause. Her tunnel vision in these moments leads her to take risks that alienate others or result in unintended harm. Despite her outward philosophy of embracing flaws and learning from them, Latoya struggles to forgive herself. She holds herself to impossibly high standards and berates herself for every perceived failure, big or small. This relentless self-criticism fosters a cycle of self-doubt that undermines her confidence and feeds into her hesitation.
Latoya’s idealism can also be a flaw. She profoundly believes in the power of confronting darkness and overcoming adversity, but this conviction sometimes manifests as naivety, making her overly trusting of those who display signs of vulnerability. Conversely, when people don’t conform to her moral framework, she can be unyieldingly harsh, seeing them as lost causes or irredeemable threats, even when nuance might be warranted. Her fear of losing autonomy drives her to micromanage situations and resist relying on others, even when collaboration would lead to better outcomes. This fear also makes her wary of deep emotional bonds, as she worries they might compromise her independence or leave her vulnerable to pain.
Finally, Latoya’s deep guilt over the Cataclysm haunts her interactions and decisions. She unconsciously sabotages opportunities for happiness, believing she does not deserve peace after surviving when her friends did not. This survivor’s guilt not only isolates her but also causes her to underestimate her worth, leading her to take on burdens far heavier than she can carry alone.
Backstory ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Some losses can never be undone, no matter how powerful the magic."
Latoya Strange's early life in Cloverfield was defined by a close-knit group of five friends, primarily female, who were her lifeline in a city struggling with division and decay. Growing up on the South Bank, a neighborhood constantly battling economic decay and social tension, Latoya and her friends found solace in one another. Their lives were marked by resilience—making the best of what they had, even as the world drifted further into chaos. They were a diverse group, each bringing something unique to the table, yet bound by their shared experiences and the struggle to make something better in the city.
Maya Rivera was the quiet, brilliant one of the group. She was always quick to think of practical solutions when things went wrong, whether it was schoolwork or navigating the chaos around them. She had a natural gift for finding the best way forward, even when the rest of the group was unsure. Tessa Grant was the naughty one, the joker of the group. She could always lighten the mood, even in the darkest times. Her humor was infectious, and she had a way of making difficult situations feel a little less overwhelming, no matter the odds.
Camryn "Cammy" Hayes was a sensitive, intuitive soul who always seemed to know when something wasn’t right, whether in their lives or the world around them. Her ability to sense when they were about to face a challenge or make a poor decision helped guide them out of sticky situations more than once. And Jackson Keagan, though a boy in a group of girls, had an essential place in their dynamic. Full of charm and daring, he was the one who would challenge them and push them out of their comfort zones. His courage and willingness to take risks often helped the group see beyond their limitations and step outside their routines.
Latoya and her friends were inseparable, each vitally helping the others navigate the challenges of growing up in Cloverfield. However, their world was about to change in a way none could have predicted. The group had decided to go for a walk in the forest near Cloverfield, where they often ventured to escape the noise and trouble of the city. However, this time, something was different. An odd energy was in the air, a thick, almost palpable tension.
Without warning, they were ambushed by a creature—a werewolf, larger and more terrifying than anything they'd ever seen. It was too fast, and its ferocity took them by surprise. The group fought back in their ways, but they were outmatched. That’s when it happened. In the heat of the attack, something inside each of them—hidden, dormant—flared to life, their Kindling Event. Magic wasn’t something they’d known before—at least not how they knew it now. They managed to outsmart the Werewolf to escape, but each of them had changed, and each had been marked by magic they hadn’t understood yet.
During their Kindling Event, each friend unlocked unique magic. Latoya's Black Lux granted her control over the ectoplasm and spirits, while her Pink Lux allowed her to influence emotions and memories. Maya used Green Lux to develop healing abilities, and her White Lux offered flashes of the future. Tessa's Yellow Lux allows her to create barriers and hide herself, while her Orange Lux enhances the others' Abstractions. Camryn's Blue Lux enabled her to curse others, while her Pink Lux granted her access to memories. Jackson’s Red Lux gave him control over fire, and his Gold Lux allowed him to summon creatures. Over time, they refined their abilities, mastering their Lux.
After their Kindling Event, Latoya and her friends became the protectors of Cloverfield. Their newfound abilities united them to defend their city from magical and mundane threats. As the natural leader, Latoya guided them, using magic to confront the darker forces. Maya’s foresight and healing abilities, Tessa’s ability to strengthen and shield, Camryn’s talent for uncovering hidden truths, and Jackson’s raw power played a vital role in their efforts. Over time, they refined their magic and grew stronger, using their unique abilities to make a lasting difference in a city struggling with division and decay. Their bond and determination brought hope to Cloverfield, shaping their destiny in ways they never imagined.
The balance between their magical duties and everyday lives wore thin as the years passed. Their battles against the darker forces affected their relationships and sense of normalcy. Each adventure and conflict drew them further away from the lives they once knew. Driven by a deep understanding of responsibility, Latoya continued to push for more, believing their work was never finished and that Cloverfield still needed their protection. She wanted to keep fighting and defending the city that had given them so much, even as the weight of it all grew heavier.
However, her friends began to grow apart. Maya, ever the practical one, became more focused on her studies and future. With her playful spirit, Tessa longed for a simpler life, away from the constant strain of magical battles. Always sensitive, Camryn started questioning the cost of their actions, wondering if they were genuinely making a difference or merely fighting a never-ending cycle. Jackson, the most daring of the group, found himself craving adventure in other places, growing restless with the confines of Cloverfield.
Latoya tried to hold the group together, but the more she pushed, the further they drifted. The pull of their mundane lives, growing responsibilities, and desires proved more vital than the bonds they had formed through their shared magic. The city they had once protected now felt like a reminder of what they had lost—that, despite their powers, they couldn’t stop the inevitable march of time or the changes it brought.
Ultimately, each chose their path, leaving behind the fight they had once fought together. Heartbroken but resolute, Latoya continued her mission alone, convinced she couldn’t stop, even if her friends had. She battled in the shadows for a time, confronting the dark forces threatening the city. With each victory, she felt a sense of purpose, but the weight of fighting alone soon took its toll. The city was vast, and the threats, both magical and mundane, were unrelenting. Despite her power and resolve, the strain of constantly being on guard wore her down, and the isolation grew heavier with each passing day.
Still, Latoya refused to give up. She juggled her responsibilities, attending college with a singular focus: to become a doctor. She was drawn to the medical field, perhaps partly because of her desire to heal and care for others, but also because it offered a new purpose. Yet, even as she excelled in her studies, her sense of duty to Cloverfield lingered. She would slip away from campus whenever possible, protecting the city between late-night study sessions and grueling clinical hours. But the balancing act became increasingly difficult.
The more she tried to maintain both lives, the more draining it became. Her magic, studies, and constant vigilance left little room for anything else. While she found brief solace in the few moments she could dedicate to defending her city, she couldn't deny the exhaustion creeping in. The battles took longer to recover from, her responsibilities felt heavier, and the loneliness gnawed at her. Yet, Latoya persisted, convinced that no matter how difficult, she couldn’t stop. Even if she had to fight alone, she would keep going—because someone had to.
Everything changed when Nyrah the Ravager and her host, Princess, came to Cloverfield.
Latoya's attempt to reunite her friends for the showdown against Nyrah the Ravager marked the crux of her story, and it would leave lasting scars on her. Desperate to restore the bonds that had once united them, she believed that with their combined strength, they could defeat the looming darkness and finally secure Cloverfield's future. She had trained, refined her magic, and cultivated new skills, hoping to guide her friends through the chaos that had unraveled their lives.
Latoya’s plan was simple: reunite the team, confront Nyrah, and restore balance to their fractured world. But she had underestimated the toll that time, distance, and the harsh reality of their individual lives would have taken. The friends who had once shared everything now stood on the brink of irreparable change, each struggling with their issues—some magical, some personal—and none genuinely ready to face the horrors of the Cataclysm. When they gathered to face Nyrah, the battle quickly spiraled out of control. All her friends, out of practice, out of their element, and unprepared for the sheer power of Nyrah's destruction, faltered.
One by one, they fell.
Latoya watched helplessly as her closest friends were struck down in a single, brutal confrontation, their lives extinguished before her eyes. The pain of losing them was almost unbearable. It wasn’t just the loss of her friends but the weight of her failure to protect them. She had led them into battle, believing in their ability to stand together, but the cruel reality of the struggle shattered that hope.
But Latoya survived. Alone. After the dust settled, the city was in ruins, and Nyrah was defeated. The Cataclysm had ravaged Cloverfield, leaving the city in chaos, torn between rebuilding and the pressure of ever-deepening divides. The scars of the battle, however, ran deeper than physical destruction. Cloverfield’s once-unified identity was fractured, and the emotional and social chasm between the North and South could never be bridged by money alone. Once a thriving industrial hub, the south side had become a forgotten wasteland, filled with abandoned factories and haunted by new, magical threats. The people here, primarily those who had lived on the fringes, turned to magic to survive the bleak reality, and the criminal underworld flourished in the gaps left by a city that seemed to have forgotten them.
In the wake of the Cataclysm, Latoya was consumed by a bottomless pit of depression and self-loathing. The battle had claimed everything—her friends, her sense of purpose, and a piece of her soul. The devastation of losing her team weighed heavily on her heart. Each day felt like a reminder of her failure, her inability to save them, and the brutal truth that she was the sole survivor of the fight against Nyrah the Ravager. She could not escape the guilt.
Once vibrant and full of promise, the city of Cloverfield mirrored her internal chaos. The battle had left scars on the people, but for Latoya, the most painful wound was the one she carried within. She couldn’t face her reflection or the shattered remnants of her former life. She had dropped out of college just before graduation—unable to continue her studies, unable to push herself beyond the crushing weight of grief. She gave up on the dream of becoming a doctor, a symbol of hope she once held for herself and the city. Latoya's world had entirely shattered after the loss of her friends, and in the wake of their deaths, her grief, guilt, and sense of failure had overwhelmed her to the point where she decided to end it all. She went alone to the abandoned, decaying remnants of Cloverfield with nothing to her name except a pistol.
She pressed it to the side of her head.
Something stopped her. A sudden, overwhelming presence filled the air, and one by one, the Apparitions of her five dead friends materialized before her. They had come, not as the people they once were, but as magical echoes of their past selves. They spoke to her, not in words, but through feelings—memories of their bond, the strength they once had, and the love and support they gave each other. Latoya realized something she had lost sight of: she wasn’t alone. The presence of her friends, even in death, reminded her that her story wasn’t finished yet. They had never indeed left her—they were with her, always. With tears streaming down her face, she lowered the pistol.
Grief and rage churned inside her, twisting her perception of reality. Her friends, now Apparitions, weren’t quite the people they had been. They were quite the friends she remembered, but shades of them. And in the depths of her pain, Latoya made a choice that blurred the lines between love and loss. Driven by a desperate desire to recreate her lost bond, Latoya used a potent mixture of Pink and Black Lux to pour the fragments of her grief and longing into a spell, believing that bringing her friends back would somehow undo the agony of their loss. She twisted the Lux in her hands, bending it to her will, and through a surge of energy, gave them their memories back.
But the result was not what she had hoped.
Their personalities were a fractured reflection of what they once were, constructed from the shattered pieces of her memories of them. They weren’t the same—they had been reborn through her lens of grief and distorted love. They retained the essence of who they had been, but now it was tainted with the echoes of her emotions—guilt, regret, and an overwhelming need to fill the void they had left behind. Latoya watched, heart heavy with the realization that these Apparitions, these pale shadows of her friends, were both comfort and torment. They were reminders of everything she had lost and could never fully recover. Still, they were there, and that presence—distorted though it was—gave her a fleeting sense of purpose.
But it wasn’t enough. She could feel the unraveling within her, a deep, gnawing emptiness that no magic could fill. The Apparitions, while echoes of what she had known, could never replace the reality of her loss. As they stood around her, mere phantoms of a life she could never return to, Latoya knew she was left with a cruel paradox. The very Lux that had brought them back to her side had also twisted them into something she no longer recognized. At first, they seemed content to follow Latoya’s lead, their fractured personalities shaped by her grief and memories. But soon, they began to act on their own—expressing thoughts, making choices, and displaying quirks that Latoya had never associated with her friends. These shifts were subtle at first: a comment that didn’t fit, a hesitation where there had once been certainty. Yet, as time passed, these differences grew sharper.
Latoya’s heart ached with each revelation. Were these expressions born of her friends’ true spirits, struggling to assert themselves through the layers of grief-laden magic? Or were they entirely new beings, birthed from the same Lux that had twisted her intent? The line between friend and apparition blurred further with every interaction. Latoya questioned if her desperate act of love had created something altogether different—something no longer tethered to who they had been but shaped instead by the darker shades of her soul. Yes, they were there, but not in the way she had wanted. And now, as they grew further from what she remembered, she couldn’t escape the sinking realization that she might have given them life only to lose them all over again.
Her worst fears came true in a single, harrowing moment. Still grappling with their fractured identities, the Apparitions were ripped from her grasp by forces she never saw coming. The cult struck without warning—a shadowed collective. Latoya barely had time to react as they descended upon her, their movements precise, their intent unmistakable. They weren’t there for her—they wanted the Apparitions.
She fought back with all the strength her Lux could muster, weaving barriers of Pink and Black in frantic bursts. But the cult was prepared. They wielded an uncanny magic, a strange amalgamation of rituals and artifacts, that seemed designed to subdue the Apparitions. One by one, her friends were torn from her. Their distorted personalities flared in brief defiance, pleading for Latoya to save them—but it was useless. The cult's power was overwhelming.
Latoya screamed as the last of them was taken, her cries swallowed by the void left in their absence. She fell to her knees, drained and shaking. The cult didn’t linger. They vanished as swiftly as they had appeared, leaving her alone in the aftermath. Her mind raced with questions. Who were these people? Why had they taken the Apparitions? And what did they plan to do with them? Grief gave way to rage as she swore to find the answers. This wasn’t just about her friends anymore—it was about undoing the theft of what little remained of her past. Latoya felt a flicker of purpose ignite within her for the first time since she’d bound her friends into existence. She would stop at nothing to bring them back, no matter what they had become—or what she had to become to do it.
Using her Pink Lux, Latoya delved deep into the threads of emotion and memory left behind by the cult, following a trail of fear, reverence, and fanaticism. The fragments she pieced together pointed to a shadowy group known only as Heavens—a doomsday cult that sought to spark a Second Cataclysm. This event could tear the fabric of the Paranormal and the mundane apart. The Apparitions weren’t just stolen for power; they were a critical piece of the cult’s apocalyptic designs.
Latoya confronted them, wielding her magic with the force of her grief and fury. She fought with everything, but the cult’s preparations proved too great. Their ritual, artifacts, and power were all designed for a purpose she couldn’t fully grasp. The Apparitions of her friends seemed to flicker in and out of form, caught in the tangled forces of the spell. The confrontation reached its breaking point when the magic began to destabilize, spiraling out of control.
The memories of what followed were fragmented and hazy, like a half-remembered nightmare. There was a moment—an instant of impossible choice—when she acted out of desperation. Something went wrong. Latoya could only recall the feeling of magic slipping through her grasp, along with a terrible, hollow sensation of loss. The last clear image in her mind was the Apparitions, their forms unraveling as if the threads of their existence were coming apart.
When she stumbled out of the cathedral, her Lux was gone. Severed, or so she claimed. Her body bore no apparent wounds, but something inside her had changed. She refused to speak of what truly happened, deflecting questions with vague mentions of failure and betrayal. All that mattered now was finding a way forward—a path that might help her understand what had been done and how to undo it.
Her search became relentless, a desperate hunt for experts in soul magic, artifacts rumored to bridge the gap between mind and spirit, and anyone who could help her piece together what was left of her fractured existence. Latoya was a shadow of who she had been, driven by a singular purpose. Something had been taken from her—or perhaps something had been left behind.
Either way, she would find a way, no matter the cost.
Abstraction ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "My magic isn't about control but connection. I twist emotions and weave minds, but in the end, the heart always tells the real story."
TYPE ⫻ One-Eye-Open/Severed. (?)
ABSTRACTION ⫻ Latoya was previously a Black/Pink Adept, or so she claims.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Latoya claims not to have magic, despite still having an Emotional-Field.
LIMITS ⫻ N/A
WEAKNESSES ⫻ N/A.
Other ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Maybe saving Cloverfield was never the point. Maybe it was just about surviving it—alone or not."
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Unknown | Unknown | She/Her "It all comes back in blood."
Description:
Shrouded in crimson and crowned in death, the Witch walks the line between memory and omen. Her face remains hidden behind the skull of a long-dead beast—its gaze empty, yet always watching. She is not a story told in fear, but a presence that unravels the boundaries between what is and what should never be.
She is not a rumor. She is the reason.
The Linebreaker Event—the cataclysm that reawakened dormant bloodlines and tore rifts between worlds—was not the Witch’s intention. It was the consequence of a ritual—ancient, forbidden, and incomplete. Designed by the Witch and fueled by the raw, destructive essence of Nyrah the Ravager, the spell was meant to break the boundaries between what is and what could be. Instead, it broke everything.
Together, they unraveled the seal that held magic in Shadow, but in doing so, they destabilized the threads of the All-Verse itself. What they summoned was not precision, but upheaval. Kindle fell into chaos, and the ripple spread far beyond. What passed between the Witch and Nyrah remains unspoken—an agreement forged in silence and sealed with consequence. No one knows what she offered, or what Nyrah took. But the aftermath suggests the price was far greater than either expected.
And in the moment the veil tore, the Witch vanished.
Where she went is unknown. Why she did it is unknowable. But if there is any hope of stopping what’s coming, it begins with her—and whatever she unleashed alongside Nyrah.
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5,583 | Nyrah The Ravager | She/Her "I will be reborn."
Description:
Nyrah the Ravager is a monstrous dragon Apparition, a twisted embodiment of primal rage. Once majestic, her body is now a grotesque fusion of skeletal wings, tendrils, and exposed bones. Her cracked skin is covered with jagged spikes and oozing gashes, and her serpentine body is lined with protruding spines and uneven, clawed limbs as if struggling to maintain form.
Long ago, Nyrah was a revered guardian of the world of Night, a magnificent dragon. But when the Rampage, a brutal Apparition of pure destruction, invaded her realm, Nyrah was overwhelmed. Desperate to save her people, she sought the power of an ancient Apparition, Chaos, which promised her the strength to defeat the Rampage. Merging with Chaos, she drove the Rampage out in a fierce battle, but the victory came at a terrible cost. Chaos began to corrupt her body and mind, turning her into a force of destruction and erasing her once-noble spirit.
Nyrah's descent into madness was swift and devastating. Once the savior of Night, she became its scourge, unleashing her newfound power in an uncontrollable rampage. Driven by Chaos’ influence, she obliterated the very lands she once swore to protect. Her people, those she had fought to save, perished by her hand. No longer able to distinguish friend from foe, Nyrah destroyed everything in her path until her realm became a desolate wasteland.
But her fall did not end there. Nyrah became untethered from her dying world, drifting through the All-Verse in search of anchors—vessels she could abscise to stabilize her disintegrating form. Each new host became a temporary instrument of devastation, a mouthpiece for a scream too old and vast to ever end. Wherever she emerged, kingdoms fell, skies blackened, and reality itself began to split at the seams.
It was the Witch who found her, not to bind, but to bargain. In the broken underlayers of Portland, Maine—a place frayed by old magic and buried intentions—they performed the ritual together. The Witch offered the design, intricate and heretical. Nyrah brought something older, raw, and hungry. What they summoned was not balance. It was a breach. The seal on Shadow ruptured, not with precision, but with violence. The Linebreaker Event followed: a multi-world cascade of magical collapse, a scream felt across the All-Verse.
But where others shattered, Nyrah solidified.
The ritual did not unleash her. It stabilized her.
No longer bound to mortal vessels, she tore through Portland first—its streets twisted by acid storms and corrosive breath, buildings split apart. And from there, she plunged into Kindle, a realm already unraveling.
Abstraction: Apparition - Primal Devastation.
Nyrah wields Primal Devastation, a stabilized yet seething embodiment of Chaos-corrupted might. Though her form no longer flickers between vessels, it is far from calm—she is a storm made flesh, structured only enough to sustain her fury. Her breath is no fire—it is acid, viridian, and vile, capable of manifesting in both liquid and gaseous forms. As a fluid, it floods battlefields, melting flesh, steel, and magic alike. As a vapor, it seeps into lungs and minds, leaving screams that never quite stop. Cities drown in it. Realms dissolve.
Her wings twist into bladed appendages when willed, sharp enough to shear mountains. Barbed tendrils erupt from her hide to lash and impale, dragging prey into her corroding grasp. Her back bristles with jagged spines—organic warheads she can launch in volleys, each one infecting its target with necrotic ruin.
Even as her body is torn and shattered, she regenerates with terrifying speed—her Chaos-warped biology mending wounds faster than they can be made. From her acid, life deforms. Those who survive exposure to her corrosive breath often don’t survive unchanged, mutated into warped thralls of slime and sinew, organic minions bonded to her will. And when she desires precision, she can craft beings of acid itself: sentient, fluidic horrors—pure elemental extensions of her Abstraction.
Nyrah’s presence is not confined by space. She can teleport through any body of her own acid, submerging into its depths and re-emerging elsewhere—across cities, across continents, even across dimensions. Wherever her caustic pools remain, they serve as doorways, leaking not just acid but the threat of her return. And even where her form does not reach, her mind does. Nyrah possesses a potent telepathic link that allows her to speak across vast distances.
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Pronouns | Age | Ethnicity | Height (In Inches) | Weight (Pounds/LB) _______________________________________________ Single word that defines your character. _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "Quote about Skills here." ___________________________________
[REMOVE THIS. Brief list or description of notable skills, practical talents, combat prowess, etc. Don't put their Abstraction here. REMOVE THIS.] [Skill name here] ⫻ (Brief (or lengthy) explanation of skill/talent here)
Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Quote about appearance here."
Describe your character’s Counterpart in detail: skin tone, build, hair (color, length, texture, style), eye color, height, scars, piercings, tattoos, prosthetics, and anything else notable. Optional: typical outfit or fashion style.
Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Quote about personality here."
MAIN GOAL ⫻ What does your character hope to accomplish in life?
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ How do they see the world? What beliefs drive them?
SECRETS ⫻ What are they hiding from others?
SEXUALITY ⫻ Who are they attracted to?
FEARS ⫻ What do they fear—emotionally, spiritually, or physically?
REPUTATION IN SHADOW ⫻ What was their status or role in their original universe? Were they well-known, feared, respected, or overlooked?
FLAWS ⫻ What personal flaws or vices make things harder for them or others?
Backstory ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Quote about backstory here."
Your character’s background. What shaped them? Who were they before waking up here? Focus on the relevant and compelling beats.
Abstraction ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Quote about abstraction here."
TYPE ⫻ (Put Adept, Apparition, Aberration (Afflicted/Agent/Adjoined/Abscised/Abominable), Blind or Aware)
ABSTRACTION ⫻ Name of the Abstraction (or Lux type + Channeler for Adepts), plus a one-sentence summary of what it does.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Detailed breakdown of abilities. If Adept, list spells + how the channeler works. If Aberration, describe how the Abstraction works through them. Leave no surprises.
LIMITS ⫻ What can’t it do? List restrictions, cooldowns, energy costs, emotional constraints, etc.
WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)
Other ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Extra Quote here."
Anyyyything else?
[hider=Character name here][CENTER][h1]Character Name Here, or get a banner from 1001fonts.com/[/h1][/CENTER] [i]"Character quote here."[/i] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [center][img]no anime[/img] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] [sub]First Middle Last
Pronouns [b]|[/b] Age [b]|[/b] Ethnicity [b]|[/b] Height (In Inches) [b]|[/b] Weight (Pounds/LB) [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] Single word that defines your character. [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] Skills & Talents[/sub] [i]"Quote about Skills here."[/i] [sup]___________________________________[/sup][/center][hider=] [sub][REMOVE THIS. Brief list or description of notable skills, practical talents, combat prowess, etc. Don't put their Abstraction here. REMOVE THIS.] [b][Skill name here] ⫻[/b] (Brief (or lengthy) explanation of skill/talent here)[/sub][/hider]
[/cell][cell][sub][b] Appearance[/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"Quote about appearance here."[/i]
[indent]Describe your character’s Counterpart in detail: skin tone, build, hair (color, length, texture, style), eye color, height, scars, piercings, tattoos, prosthetics, and anything else notable. Optional: typical outfit or fashion style.[/indent]
[/cell][/row][/table][sub][b] Psychology[/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"Quote about personality here."[/i]
[INDENT][b]MAIN GOAL ⫻[/b] What does your character hope to accomplish in life?
[b]PHILOSOPHY ⫻[/b] How do they see the world? What beliefs drive them?
[b]SECRETS ⫻[/b] What are they hiding from others?
[b]SEXUALITY ⫻[/b] Who are they attracted to?
[b]FEARS ⫻[/b] What do they fear—emotionally, spiritually, or physically?
[b]REPUTATION IN SHADOW ⫻[/b] What was their status or role in their original universe? Were they well-known, feared, respected, or overlooked?
[b]FLAWS ⫻[/b] What personal flaws or vices make things harder for them or others? [/INDENT]
[sub][b] Backstory[/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"Quote about backstory here."[/i]
[indent]Your character’s background. What shaped them? Who were they before waking up here? Focus on the relevant and compelling beats.[/indent]
[sub][b] Abstraction[/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"Quote about abstraction here."[/i]
[indent][b]TYPE ⫻[/b] (Put Adept, Apparition, Aberration (Afflicted/Agent/Adjoined/Abscised/Abominable), Blind or Aware)
[b]ABSTRACTION ⫻[/b] Name of the Abstraction (or Lux type + Channeler for Adepts), plus a one-sentence summary of what it does.
[b]ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻[/b] Detailed breakdown of abilities. If Adept, list spells + how the channeler works. If Aberration, describe how the Abstraction works through them. Leave no surprises.
[b]LIMITS ⫻[/b] What can’t it do? List restrictions, cooldowns, energy costs, emotional constraints, etc.
[b]WEAKNESSES ⫻[/b] (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU) [/INDENT]
[hider=*Character Name Here*'s Relationships][table][row][cell][h3][b]First Name[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Last Name (If Applicable)[/b][/h3][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]Picture of character here, try not to go too damn big[/img]
[sup][i]"In character quote about character in question here."[/i][/sup] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/center] [color=2e2c2c]...................................................................[/color][/cell][cell]Write description of Character Relations here.[/cell][/row][/table][/hider]
[center][b]"You're a fine warrior. Call me sentimental..."[/b][/center][table][row][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/139ceac154751673f3ae0a9fe3c9db14/tumblr_n5ns5eDSUE1spjmjdo1_400.gifv[/img][/cell][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/8de527f156d1dcdab59303529f9a2963/tumblr_n5ns5eDSUE1spjmjdo2_400.gifv[/img][/cell][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/fdd81701556b497cef877cce8608411e/tumblr_n5ns5eDSUE1spjmjdo3_r1_400.gifv[/img][/cell][/row][row][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/f4c53df62090bdfc77fc8d4af49bd3bb/tumblr_mp19k0oeBn1spjmjdo1_400.gifv[/img][/cell][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/tiUPmOX.png[/img][/center][/cell][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/973255b1496b1e15ea88881ee0842923/tumblr_n5ns5eDSUE1spjmjdo4_r2_400.gifv[/img][/cell][/row][row][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/92b4cd3f3f69445efc0b66dbf4040d4e/tumblr_mp19k0oeBn1spjmjdo3_400.gifv[/img][/cell][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/076f8a0494600005276b223a9c34f4df/tumblr_mp19k0oeBn1spjmjdo4_400.gifv[/img][/cell][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/91ef2adb4acfaae1ed6e5882900137f2/tumblr_mp19k0oeBn1spjmjdo2_r1_400.gifv[/img][/cell][/row]
[/table][center][b][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5oBfsNh4c_E]"...but I wish we'd met under different circumstances."[/url][/b][/center][hr][hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/RKmK4q0.png[/img]
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[img]https://i.imgur.com/hFWozfG.png[/img][hr][hr][img]https://i.imgur.com/1efdG4h.png[/img][/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent]Currently updating...[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][table][row][/row][row][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/f12910313dd47ea9cead1c314f8ab833/tumblr_ntbm31BkSa1sznb4xo3_250.gifv[/img][/cell][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/fe472fa332e424f66ed2837f2eaf23c9/tumblr_ntbm31BkSa1sznb4xo4_250.gifv[/img][/cell]
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[center][b]"I'm a dominant..."[/b][/center][/table][center][hr][b][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v31J3arX5Kg]"... This is my job."[/url][/b]
[img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/e91570ee96f9a973747062884eeea1ce/tumblr_ntbm31BkSa1sznb4xo1_400.gifv[/img][hr][/center][table][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/XFCLhxV.png[/img][/center][row][/row][row][cell][center][b][color=forestgreen]REALLY PUNCHY GUYS[/color][/b]
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[@Oddsbod][/b][/center][/cell][cell][center][b][color=forestgreen]THE DISAPPOINTMENT CLUB[/color][/b]
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[b][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/183613-the-tyrant-shell-universe]The Tyrant Shell Universe[/url][/b] - Mechapunk (Mecha and Cyberpunk mixed together).
[b][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/183624-the-black-fall-universe]The Black Fall Universe[/url][/b] - Modern-Superhuman tale.[/center][/cell][cell][center][b][color=forestgreen]LINKS[/color][/b]
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[b][url=https://discord.gg/4FznNGS]The Collective[/url][/b] - My Discord Server.
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[b][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/183358-the-ghost-archives]The Ghost Archives[/url][/b] - Character storage.[/center][/cell][/row][/table][table][row][/row][row][cell][img]https://steamuserimages-a.akamaihd.net/ugc/928186361494425545/93DB229F54AD7363FF943FAF9627A2056CE6A354/[/img][/cell][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/wmKBNmF.png[/img][/center][/cell][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/aab171d51ab0877e8cb44ef26725c12f/tumblr_mmijotYZ851spjmjdo1_r1_400.gifv[/img][/cell][/row][row][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/a8b92dee73766c54e1c588067f7b05e9/tumblr_mmijotYZ851spjmjdo2_r1_400.gifv[/img][/cell][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/c6db94e7f43a0116556b31237e9394cb/tumblr_oetl2fk7YA1r9ibuko1_400.gifv[/img][/cell][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/d85b9d9f883fcf1e71cad4d1b5c574e2/tumblr_oetl2fk7YA1r9ibuko2_400.gifv[/img][/cell][/row][row][cell][/cell][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/827528918c7f7bf2672681b30b851654/tumblr_otjspp0ccf1u0vn73o1_400.gifv[/img][/cell][cell][img][/img][/cell][/row][/table][center][b][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnvqcSKho5w]"Oh, I'm afraid we have no allies. No allies nor enemies. I love EVERYONE!"[/url][/b][/center][hr]
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