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Avalia

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Time: Midnight-ish
Location: Wilderness Between Orc Landing and Illuminata Kingdom
Interaction with: n/a

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"Yup. Time to get the fuck out of here." Darius had whispered to himself as if he had a choice of leaving. He turned away from Skar and started walking in the direction he came from. Take a few slow walking steps, then jog a little, and then you can just take off. Yup! Get away from this giant green bitch and get to my phone so I can call the police to come find me. Darius tried to hold onto the reality of the world he knew to keep calm. Everything that had just happened was just too out there for him. It was to the point where he was half and half on the idea of him just being in a bad dream that he could tell some of his friends about later.

"Stop!" Skar ordered as she hopped off of the dead troll's back and onto the ground. She slammed the tail end of the spear into the ground to add to the aggressiveness of her tone. "You are claimed by Skarsnaga Ghasharzol! No more steps." Skar watched Darius stop in his tracks and look over his shoulder at her with the same weary expression he had for the last minute. He was very conflicted now. A dream versus this all being real. Skar raised an eyebrow as she watched Darius try to subtly pinched his left arm. The man let out a sigh.

So it's official… Okay, come on this can't be real! I'm being stared down by a giant green she-hulk looking lady that killed some giant… giant something and now she… she basically made me her bitch? Did she? She definitely did! I'm supposed to believe that this shit is real? You know what! Fuck it!

Skar was confused by Darius' behavior. Then again, she had never encountered a living human before. She was told three things about humans. They thought too much, had weak bodies and were considered valuable to Lord Aklenroth. Bringing Darius in alive would fetch a high reward and that's all the motivation she needed for not murdering him right here on the spot. She moved to take a step forward when Darius dramatically knelt down and bowed his head.

'Darius Barnes! At your service master!" Darius announced. A spade's a spade. A bitch is a bitch and that's what's going to keep me alive… for now. Maybe this monster lady can explain what's going on, because I just can't keep running around confused. I HAVE to figure this out. Whatever this is.

"Small man won't fight? Weak!" Skar spat on the ground beside Darius clearly disgusted by his actions. Skar disliked many things, but weakness was something she couldn't stand to witness.

"Weak?" Darius replied without thinking. He didn't expect the huge green woman to react like that. He thought his act was the golden ticket he needed, but all he did was piss Skar off. Running, wrong. Surrendering, wrong… So what do I do?! A scowl began to form on Darius' face. He had gone from confused to scared to scared and confused to helpless, but now he was just tired of feeling… weak. He stood up to face the orc with a harder expression on his face. The camel's back snaped. "Fuck you! You and I BOTH know you would kill me! You have like 5 feet on me and you're fucking ripped! Oh and let's not forget the weapons and the fact that you killed THAT THING! Him! And you want me to fight you?!" Darius finally pointed at Skar, outraged with not just her, but this whole situation.

Despite the sudden change she saw in Darius, Skar was still unimpressed. All she just heard was how much Darius could bark back. On the upside, he did appear less weak to her now. Still, the orc was set on selling Darius to Aklenroth's forces for her weight in amas and much more. She didn't address his rant and instead turned away to let out a long whistle into the night. Darius held his expression until Skar's eyes met his.

"Human. Not as weak. Still weaker than orc. Skarsnaga will take human to Dark Lord. Dark Lord will buy. Then Skarsnaga will watch execution." Skar explained to Darius as if she was providing an itinerary.

"Execution? I don't even know what's happening and you you're basically saying that I have a price on my head and will be executed once delivered!" Darius hung his head and shook it at this predicament he needed to change.

"Dark Lord hates… fears humans… No humans, no fear. Makes him look weak, but he is strong. Opposite of you. Strong body, weak head. You have hard head, weak body."

A low snort accompanied with the sound of clanking metal was heard. Darius looked past Skar to see a large figure approaching from the direction that Skar had whistled. Skar didn't acknowledge it, so he assumed that it wasn't a threat. That or it would kill her and he would have a brand new problem. The giant boar came into view and stopped beside Skar. Many weapons and sacks were outifted on its leather harness. It was the orc's beast of burden.

"So this Dark Lord guy is… mentally challenged? And you listen to him? Come on Skarsnastica-"

"Skarsnaga Ghasharzol!"

"How 'bout just Skar okay? It actually sounds… Strong!" Darius flexed his bicep. "Aaand I'll remember it. Now, as I was saying… Come on Skar, you know you can fix physical weakness, but we can't go in and fix the Dark Lord's head! So that just means it's about getting paid! I can pay! I can get you paid! And I can get stronger!" Darius' superpower was finally activating. Darius wasn't the brightest man, but he could find the right words for whoever was his audience. "Then we can go to the Dark Lord and just take his money instead of getting whatever he wants to give you!" Darius' enthusiastically attempted to sell himself as a priceless asset to Skar who answered with a scowl. She looked as if she was thinking really hard, and Darius was just hoping he hadn't confused her.

"Skar… I like this name." The orc woman replied. It seemed like she hadn't even listened to Darius' proposal.

Oh god… Why me?

"Skar will test human. If human too weak, Skar will sell. If human strong, Skar will work with human. Get on Peacemaker! We move from here. No more talk." Skar pointed to the giant boar.

"Really?! We ar-" Darius was relieved, but flinched at Skar's repeated demand.

"No more talk!" Darius quickly nodded at Skar who placed her spear onto the boar. Darius walked to the left side of Peacemaker, but saw nothing that would aid him in mounting the animal's harness. Darius jumped up onto the seat and pushed himself up to sit down. Skar stared at how awkwardly Darius had mounted, but just grunted to show her discontent. She didn't mount Peacemaker often due to all the weight the beast already carried. To her, Peacemaker wasn't a mount, but more of a moving storage unit for weapons and items.

The odd duo of human and orc headed westward to Illuminata Kingdom.

Avalia

Skarsnaga Ghasharzol

Skar

Skar

Skarsnaga "Skar" Ghasharzol ⋆ 29 ⋆ Female ⋆ Orc

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Appearance

Height:

8ft 6in

Weight:

270 lbs

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

Amber

Skin Tone:

Green

Brief Clothes Description:

Refer to the picture above. Skar only really wears armor over her hands to pack more power into her punches. The majority of her wear is tough leather, cloth, and bone. She wears a belt fitted with loops and pouches to hold smaller weapons and items.

Fierce ⋆ Stubborn ⋆ Honest ⋆ Simple

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Battle
⋆ Weapons
⋆ Richess and Reward

Dislikes:

⋆ Weaklings
⋆ Every other being considered physically weaker than Orcs
⋆ Complex Situations

Fears:

⋆ Large Fires
⋆ Being Embarrassed in combat
⋆ Becoming Weak (Frail/Injured)

Sexuality:

Hetero

Personality:

Introvert or Extrovert? Whichever includes someone who would much rather kill you than hold a conversation. Skar's English is very limited, so conversations are nothing but a tool to use for negotiating deals, giving aggressive instructions, or insulting someone. Skar is a battle-hardened orc that has been on her own for years, so the needs of others never cross her mind unless she needs you alive for one of the three conversational reasons above. This orc is aggressive, but she doesn't go out of her way to be cruel, but she is no princess. Skar will admit having killed almost everything kind of thing there is in Avalia just because she hadn't killed them

In most situations, Skar is ready to escalate the situation to the point of no return. She will instigate fights with foul words or simply deal the first blow. Nervousness is a feeling she has not felt since she was young, since before she even saw combat for the first time.

Smart? Ha! Nope! Skar's intelligence outside of weaponry, fighting, and mutilating are extremely limited and basic. Getting along with Skar is equivalent to getting along with a wild tiger. It's not happening. She does manage to use intimidation to manipulate others to do what she wants. Skar is not a joke teller, but will laugh at a good joke she can understand. As far as energy levels go, Skar is described as being relentless.

Tragic ⋆ Grueling ⋆ Violent

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Background

Occupation

Bandit, sellsword, bounty hunter, or anything else that gets one compensated for being a typical orc

Living Immediate Family Members:

Brother - Malak Ghasharzhol

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Father - Grum Ghasharzhol
Mother - Reshna Ghasharzhol

Current Companions:

Darius Barnes

Current and Past Lover(s):

Tunkroth the Mighty
Makar Elvesbane
Heruk Beastslayer

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Skar is a loner until she needs someone else to perform a specific task that she can't do alone or at all. These pacts are usually short lived. She does have a boar named 'Peacemaker"

"Peacemaker serves as a mount and beast of burden for Skar. She "won" him in a "contest."

"Peacemaker"

History: Planning on having this come out as we go.

Strength: Combat Experience ⋆ Weakness: Too Straight Forward/Stubborn

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆ Proficiency with nearly all weapon types and will find ways to use other objects or unknown weapons in the deadliest of ways
⋆ Has a high level of all around physical fitness
⋆ Being an orc means she has tougher skin and trade need for heavy armor for speed.

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆ Skar is swift, but she is not the most agile or graceful in her fighting style
⋆ Skar is not very delicate with anything

Darius

Darius Barnes

Darius

Darius Barnes ⋆ 24 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human

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Appearance

Height:

6ft 2in

Weight:

200 lbs

Hair Color:

Brown

Eye Color:

Brown

Skin Tone:

Brown

Brief Clothes Description:

Upon entering Avalia, Darius wears an ash colored dri fit shirt, black gym shorts, and running shoes (yikes). Over time he will be sporting something a bit more protective.

Clever ⋆ Determined ⋆ Dramatic ⋆ Charismatic

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Peace
⋆ Comfort
⋆ Socializing

Dislikes:

⋆ His magical ability
⋆ The fact that he's in Avalia. He does not think he was the right guy picked for this.
⋆ Awkward silences

Fears:

⋆ Large wild creatures
⋆ Being abandoned in Avalia
⋆ Never returning home

Sexuality:

Hetero

Personality:

When it comes to interactions with others, Darius is open, but perhaps too open at times. He'll ask the questions that aren't necessarily appropriate, but levels that with his transparency. His honesty can be seen as the best and possibly the worst quality. Darius is an advocate for working and earning his keep, but also thinks it's good to give to those that may be at a disadvantage.

Darius' dramatic nature does little to help him in stressful situations. Sure, he'll get through whatever he has to, but he will complain the whole way through to let everyone know just how much he hates it. When nervous, Darius finds it best to talk his way through things, either by building up his own confidence or talking through the process.

Darius is no mathematical genius or mastermind, but he has common sense on his side with a mix of some interesting experiences. Charisma is his game. He comes off as being slightly obnoxious, but he's entertaining and actually gives others enough attention to show he actually cares. As far as humor, Darius attempts during melancholy times. He is not a comedian, at least not intentionally. As far as energy goes, this is probably his strongest attribute. One may wonder where this guy has the energy to talk, scream in terror, exclaim at every foreign thing to him, and still move about.

Sidelined ⋆ Comfortable ⋆ Unsatisfied

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Background

Occupation

Fitness Trainer/Photographer

Living Immediate Family Members:

Father - Eric Barnes
Mother - Monica Barnes

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Older Brother - John Barnes

Current Companions:

Skarsnaga Ghasharzol

Current and Past Lover(s):

None of Relevance

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

In a pair with Skarsnaga out of desperation and survival. Darius is willing to trade companions at any time.

History: Darius was the second child, second string, second fiddle, second EVERYTHING to his older brother John. It wasn't completely bad though, Darius didn't enjoy the attention of his parents and family. It allowed him to focus on things he wanted to do rather than being John who did what everyone else wanted him to.

John grew up being the best, and Darius grew up being his shadow. Darius lived a bit more freely with limited pressure on his career path and life goals, but he stumbled through life like a drunk trying to get to bed after a long night out.

When John passed, Darius learned John was far larger than life than he thought. Seeing all who showed up to say great things about him made Darius proud. The man had accomplished a lot in his short life, while Darius flew by the seat of his pants. Just when Darius settled on getting his life together, poof! Avalia.

Special Ability ⋆Strength: Ingenuity ⋆ Weakness: Underconfidence

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆ Has a keen eye for details
⋆ Has an above-average level of fitness due to just keeping up a good image for his profession
⋆ You can count the above as two ^

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆ No combat experience
⋆ Lacking in agility
⋆ Stealth. None.

Ability on Avalia:

Hydrokinesis

Avalia

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Time: Midnight-ish
Location: The river fork between Orc Landing and Illuminata Kingdom
Interaction with: n/a

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Confusion. That was the perfect word to describe Darius' initial reaction to waking up in his bed… in the middle of a forest. His first thought was that this was either a dream or a prank. It felt too real to be a dream. The cool breeze between the trees and the earthy smell of the forest were too vivid. And unless someone could move his bed with him in it, out of an apartment building and into the woods on the outskirts of the city while keeping him asleep then this was certainly not a prank. What was it then?

"What the hell… What the hell is going on?" Darius sat himself up and looked around at his surroundings. It didn't matter how hard he thought or how much he looked at, Darius couldn't figure out what this situation was. What did it mean?

The last thing he remembered was finishing a four-mile run. It was more to help him clear his mind than for exercise. He didn't mean to run it at a faster than normal pace, but his brother lingered in his thoughts. Darius was so exhausted afterward, he didn't even bother showering or changing for that matter, he collapsed on he just bed. He noticed his shoes that he had kicked off beside his bed were right where he left them, just this time set down in the grass instead of the tiled floors of his apartment. The natural sounds of the forest filled the air. The chirping of birds, the buzzing of insects, and the rusting of trees… even after the wind died down?

"Anyone here?" The man quickly slipped his sneakers on, not to match his dry-fit shirt and gym shorts as his running outfit, but to make sure he could haul ass if he needed to. One would think Darius was a precog with what came next.

The trees behind Darius rustled in the darkness, causing him to jump forward and off of his bed before turning around to see that a large figure was attempting to navigate through the trees whilst making a sharp sniffing sound. Darius could not discern whether it was fear or confusion that took hold of him, but he did know that he froze where he currently stood. A low grunt from the unknown creature was followed by a long inhale. Then another grunt.

Darius was finally able to get himself to start stepping backward, but he was also trying to remain quiet. If Darius learned anything in the last few minutes about his situation, it was that whatever monstrosity was on the other side of those trees was searching for him. Beads of sweat formed on his face and his breathing became heavier as he grew more fearful.

Run… Run…

A large pale hand broke through the trees and into view. Darius' eyes became wider than he ever thought they could go before.

FUCKING RUN!

The sudden fright possessed Darius to break into a full sprint in the opposite direction of the large creature. With the sheer size of its hand, it could crush his head in its palm like a tomato. That's all the guy needed to know. Darius ran through bushes and branches until he heard a loud crash. The bed. Whatever it was searching for him had destroyed the bed Darius had spent a fine amount on it, but the price of the bed did not matter in the face of terror. Then the sound of the creature rapidly breaking through the forest was heard by Darius.

He didn't know where he was going, but Darius would run to the ends of the earth just so he would never truly know what was now actively chasing him. The sounds of trees toppling over, the pounding footsteps, and low grunts are all the motivation Darius needed. This was either a nightmare or Darius is really about to get murdered by a literal monster. He had never run with this kind of fear in his heart and the adrenaline rush was proof of that.

Darius gasped as he broke through the treeline and into an open plain. He felt relief as he could now run unimpeded. It was a small one, but it was Darius' first victory in this strange world. Though he was still confused, Darius could not help but smile.

A roar sounded from behind as the creature broke through the treeline and also took advantage of now being unimpeded in the open space it entered. Additionally, it could now see what it had been stalking. Its stride would close the gap. That was a fact.

Darius couldn't help but turn around and look at the massive pale humanoid-shaped creature in the moonlight. He didn't know it yet, but it was a cave troll. Its crooked jagged toothed mouth had thick saliva spilling from it and all the creature wore was a large cloth that covered the bits between its legs. Faced with death, Darius let his words fly freely.

"Fuuuuuuck! Please, someone, help me! I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die! Please, I can't go out like thi-" Darius' eyes widened as wide as they had when he had seen the troll's hand. Another humanoid being was far ahead of him and was running in his direction. "What the hell is going on!?" Darius could feel tears ready to leave his eyes. The figure ahead of Darius appeared to throw something. The sound of the object cutting through the air and over Darius' head was followed by a gushing sound accompanied by a groan from the cave troll. Droplets of blood spattered on Darius's back, causing him to flinch and change direction by darting left. He turned his head to see a large spear impaled into the chest of the creature that had been chasing him. The troll stood in place as blood trickled down its chest. The troll was now focused on its assailant who was sprinting in its direction. Darius, I didn't even notice that he stopped in his tracks as he watched a huge green-skinned humanoid woman spring into action wielding a pair of battle axes.

Skarsnaga Ghasharzol… she was the orc warrior that aimed to bring down the cave troll before her. Her well-placed spear throw limited its mobility. Now for the kill before the troll could think of pulling the spear from its chest. This pale beast was simple when it came to combat. The troll attempted to punch its opponent with its right fist, but Skar dodged to her left and forcefully jabbed her right battle ax into the troll's hand. The troll roared again as it pulled its hand back with the ax embedded in it. In that window of time that Skar bought herself, she continued moving until she was at the troll's 4 o'clock and spun around to swing her other ax with both hands. Blood sprayed onto Skar as her sharp blade met the right Achilles tendon of the troll. Its roar became a whimper before it fell face first causing the spear to dig through and jut out of its back. The blood-covered orc watched the felled creature breath its last breath.

Darius just stared in awe as he had just watched something that looked like it was out of an action movie.

"Epic…" Darius said quietly as he wiped the water from his teary eyes. Unfortunately, his relief quickly turned to concern as he began to gain a better grasp on the situation. His weary eyes met Skar's cold ones in the silence of the moonlit night. She pulled her axes from her kill with her eyes still locked on Darius who was slowly backing away. After placing both axes on her back she stood up on top of the troll and pulled the spear out of the troll's back. "Yup. Time to get the fuck out of here."

Avalia

Skarsnaga Ghasharzol

Skar

Skar

Skarsnaga "Skar" Ghasharzol ⋆ 29 ⋆ Female ⋆ Orc

____________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Appearance

Height:

8ft 6in

Weight:

270 lbs

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

Amber

Skin Tone:

Green

Brief Clothes Description:

Refer to the picture above. Skar only really wears armor over her hands to pack more power into her punches. The majority of her wear is tough leather, cloth, and bone. She wears a belt fitted with loops and pouches to hold smaller weapons and items.

Fierce ⋆ Stubborn ⋆ Honest ⋆ Simple

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Battle
⋆ Weapons
⋆ Richess and Reward

Dislikes:

⋆ Weaklings
⋆ Every other being considered physically weaker than Orcs
⋆ Complex Situations

Fears:

⋆ Large Fires
⋆ Being Embarrassed in combat
⋆ Becoming Weak (Frail/Injured)

Sexuality:

Hetero

Personality:

Introvert or Extrovert? Whichever includes someone who would much rather kill you than hold a conversation. Skar's English is very limited, so conversations are nothing but a tool to use for negotiating deals, giving aggressive instructions, or insulting someone. Skar is a battle-hardened orc that has been on her own for years, so the needs of others never cross her mind unless she needs you alive for one of the three conversational reasons above. This orc is aggressive, but she doesn't go out of her way to be cruel, but she is no princess. Skar will admit having killed almost everything kind of thing there is in Avalia just because she hadn't killed them

In most situations, Skar is ready to escalate the situation to the point of no return. She will instigate fights with foul words or simply deal the first blow. Nervousness is a feeling she has not felt since she was young, since before she even saw combat for the first time.

Smart? Ha! Nope! Skar's intelligence outside of weaponry, fighting, and mutilating are extremely limited and basic. Getting along with Skar is equivalent to getting along with a wild tiger. It's not happening. She does manage to use intimidation to manipulate others to do what she wants. Skar is not a joke teller, but will laugh at a good joke she can understand. As far as energy levels go, Skar is described as being relentless.

Tragic ⋆ Grueling ⋆ Violent

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Background

Occupation

Bandit, sellsword, bounty hunter, or anything else that gets one compensated for being a typical orc

Living Immediate Family Members:

Brother - Malak Ghasharzhol

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Father - Grum Ghasharzhol
Mother - Reshna Ghasharzhol

Current Companions:

Darius Barnes

Current and Past Lover(s):

Tunkroth the Mighty
Makar Elvesbane
Heruk Beastslayer

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Skar is a loner until she needs someone else to perform a specific task that she can't do alone or at all. These pacts are usually short lived. She does have a boar named 'Peacemaker"

"Peacemaker serves as a mount and beast of burden for Skar. She "won" him in a "contest."

"Peacemaker"

History: Planning on having this come out as we go.

Strength: Combat Experience ⋆ Weakness: Too Straight Forward/Stubborn

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆ Proficiency with nearly all weapon types and will find ways to use other objects or unknown weapons in the deadliest of ways
⋆ Has a high level of all around physical fitness
⋆ Being an orc means she has tougher skin and trade need for heavy armor for speed.

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆ Skar is swift, but she is not the most agile or graceful in her fighting style
⋆ Skar is not very delicate with anything

Darius

Darius Barnes

Darius

Darius Barnes ⋆ 24 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Appearance

Height:

6ft 2in

Weight:

200 lbs

Hair Color:

Brown

Eye Color:

Brown

Skin Tone:

Brown

Brief Clothes Description:

Upon entering Avalia, Darius wears an ash colored dri fit shirt, black gym shorts, and running shoes (yikes). Over time he will be sporting something a bit more protective.

Clever ⋆ Determined ⋆ Dramatic ⋆ Charismatic

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Peace
⋆ Comfort
⋆ Socializing

Dislikes:

⋆ His magical ability
⋆ The fact that he's in Avalia. He does not think he was the right guy picked for this.
⋆ Awkward silences

Fears:

⋆ Large wild creatures
⋆ Being abandoned in Avalia
⋆ Never returning home

Sexuality:

Hetero

Personality:

When it comes to interactions with others, Darius is open, but perhaps too open at times. He'll ask the questions that aren't necessarily appropriate, but levels that with his transparency. His honesty can be seen as the best and possibly the worst quality. Darius is an advocate for working and earning his keep, but also thinks it's good to give to those that may be at a disadvantage.

Darius' dramatic nature does little to help him in stressful situations. Sure, he'll get through whatever he has to, but he will complain the whole way through to let everyone know just how much he hates it. When nervous, Darius finds it best to talk his way through things, either by building up his own confidence or talking through the process.

Darius is no mathematical genius or mastermind, but he has common sense on his side with a mix of some interesting experiences. Charisma is his game. He comes off as being slightly obnoxious, but he's entertaining and actually gives others enough attention to show he actually cares. As far as humor, Darius attempts during melancholy times. He is not a comedian, at least not intentionally. As far as energy goes, this is probably his strongest attribute. One may wonder where this guy has the energy to talk, scream in terror, exclaim at every foreign thing to him, and still move about.

Sidelined ⋆ Comfortable ⋆ Unsatisfied

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Background

Occupation

Fitness Trainer/Photographer

Living Immediate Family Members:

Father - Eric Barnes
Mother - Monica Barnes

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Older Brother - John Barnes

Current Companions:

Skarsnaga Ghasharzol

Current and Past Lover(s):

None of Relevance

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

In a pair with Skarsnaga out of desperation and survival. Darius is willing to trade companions at any time.

History: Darius was the second child, second string, second fiddle, second EVERYTHING to his older brother John. It wasn't completely bad though, Darius didn't enjoy the attention of his parents and family. It allowed him to focus on things he wanted to do rather than being John who did what everyone else wanted him to.

John grew up being the best, and Darius grew up being his shadow. Darius lived a bit more freely with limited pressure on his career path and life goals, but he stumbled through life like a drunk trying to get to bed after a long night out.

When John passed, Darius learned John was far larger than life than he thought. Seeing all who showed up to say great things about him made Darius proud. The man had accomplished a lot in his short life, while Darius flew by the seat of his pants. Just when Darius settled on getting his life together, poof! Avalia.

Special Ability ⋆Strength: Ingenuity ⋆ Weakness: Underconfidence

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆ Has a keen eye for details
⋆ Has an above-average level of fitness due to just keeping up a good image for his profession
⋆ You can count the above as two ^

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆ No combat experience
⋆ Lacking in agility
⋆ Stealth. None.

Ability on Avalia:

Hydrokinesis

Avalia

Still accepting?

Edit: Was thinking about making a comedic duo that included an orc and a human with water magic

The First Magical Incursion

Guild Headquarters

After Persephone left the food court to get herself situated, Marcus followed suit and left as well to do… Well, he didn't know what he was going to do. He hadn't run into anyone in the council or Salem herself. And he wasn't going to call Salem if she was in a mood that accompanied discharging lightning into the sky. Hell, if it weren't for Persephone, he would have done some stuff that was important to someone that would help with something going on. At least that's what he would have tried to tell someone.

I guess I can talk to one of the guys about today. And maybe get out to go search for that golem… I do wish we were clear to find and rescue Aliira. I'd feel better doing that instead.

Moments later, Marcus found himself seated on a bench in the Guild's now beautifully lit garden, having a conversation with one of his oldest and well-known friends.

"You really think she blew me off? Well... She did give me the whole 'I don't have a phone' line, but... I don't know. I guess… Maybe you have a point. It's 2019 and everyone has a phone or should have one, right?." Lex said to a 3-foot tall rock golem who gave Marcus its undivided attention. The golem stuck its hand out and rotated it at the wrist to nonverbally show that it didn't possess a phone and was included in Marcus' "everyone" which only made Marcus chuckle. "Well you don't, but who would you even call? Plus you literally hate everyone, Rocky. Even some of the other entities. That's probably why you're hating on a great evening I had with Pers and not you. "

Rocky shrugged in admission to Marcus' claim of hating everyone. Each of his movements created the sound of stones sliding smoothly against each other. His feelings towards others stem from humanity's use of stone. He was not a fan of the chiseling, drilling, crushing, and carving. At the same time, the golem was just a jerk that could hate anyone for anything. Despite his dislike of others, Rocky had somewhat of a bromance with Marcus. They had their ups and downs but behaved like two siblings that never stopped bickering. The small stone man put up his hands in the shape of a heart, making Marcus raise an eyebrow. Rocky bounced the heart up and down in a teasing fashion due to the person of discussion.

"I'll ignore that. You know she's Circe's sister. Remember her? The woman from Dark Shadow that uses darkness. The darkness I used to create a monster that almost killed us." Marcus' words caused Rocky to aggressively punch his fists together. Marcus held a serious look on his face as he thought of the massive dark figure that had loomed over him when he last faced off against Circe. "That thing is still out there hurting people… We'll find it and put it down. I've thought about it a lot and I'll definitely need Jay and Ifrit for the next encounter. The 'Brick Squad' didn't stand a chance last time and don't make any excuses. We got fucked up out there."

Rocky let out a low growl and balled up both his fists up towards Marcus. The words stung, but it was a fact that the three golems didn't stand a chance against an entity made of tangible darkness.

The Brick Squad is what Marcus dubbed the solid earthen elemental golems he created. They lacked in firepower, but they made up for it in teamwork and personality.

"Anyway, Pers seems like a good kid, and not having a phone does sort of add up with the whole living in the jungle thing… You think she'd get along with Mr. Branch or Flora better?" Marcus mentioned two separate plant-based golems to change the subject. Mr. Branch was a golem discovered during Marcus' childhood formed using the wood of trees, logs, stumps, and branches. Flora, on the other hand, is attuned and simply created from plant life.

Rocky gave a shrug, but he did it more so to express that he didn't care and was still a bit pissed at Marcus' comments about the Brick Squad's performance. Giving way to his anger, he fell to the ground as a pile of ordinary rocks. This was Rocky's way of being rebellious. Marcus could have just forced him back into shape but would let the pissy golem be.

Such a diva…. Don't need him to hunt that thing anyway. I just hope I'M not needed anytime tonight. Marcus' next move was to head into the city in search of the entity created from tangible darkness. He had been searching for it since his recovery from his encounter with it but hadn't gotten lucky in his search. There were far too many reports of mysterious deaths in New York City, and it was difficult sifting through all of this information as a means of tracking the darkness entity. All of the killings and sightings could all easily be Circe. Her killings ranged widely in method, location, victims, and timing. Random was her modus operandi. The only thing Marcus had to go on were minor differences that were actually a pretty big deal. There were things Circe just didn't do that fell outside of how she killed. The woman commanded darkness flawlessly, there weren't many if any mistakes. Her enjoyment in her actions was obvious with how creative she was at times. The outlier killings were what Marcus focused on. Those were the sloppy ones and just didn't fit Circe. They were executed quickly with little thought to them and more importantly, there were too many survivors.

Knowing the difference not only helped narrow his search, but it kept him from possibly encountering Circe. The possibility of the two being together crossed his mind from time to time, and he hoped it was only just a thought in his head. Perhaps today would be the day he would face the monster he created.

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Dark Shadow HQ, Brooklyn, New York City

Cleo's voice drew Lex's attention. Some of what she said confirmed his suspicions which was enough information to quench his curiosity at the moment.

"Sure, I'll have a bite. The seagulls at Coney stole my dinner when I got distracted by Salem's little battlecry." Lex smirked as he found it silly to be robbed by the birds, but he was also happy to speak to Cleo. Besides the fact that she seemed to go above and beyond to keep Dark Shadow from falling apart, you could find the most normalcy in Cleo. From what Lex could tell, the woman puts in way more than she gets back. Her dedication was admirable to him.

Lex grabbed the box of pizza and flipped it open to find a pizza with pepperoni scattered across it. His favorite. Even if it had been something else, complaining about pizza toppings in front of Cleo was a bad move.

"Lucky me! I'm sure you didn't plan it, but thanks… Pizza day means that you tried to take a... lighter day?" Lex asked and followed up with a sigh before taking a bite of a slice of pizza. He shook his head in disapproval and set the pizza box down. "I gotta find a way to give you a real day off… I'd need a whole team of responsible members and some way to deal with Circe just in case… How the hell would I...nevermind. It's either that, or Aloysius needs to pay you more." He smirked again as he took his second bite of his pizza slice. Lex knew how hard Cleo worked for Dark Shadow and he wanted to show that he appreciated what she did for the group, even if it was accompanied with a few bad jokes.

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Subway Station, Brooklyn, New York City to Dark Shadow HQ
[Hr]The double doors of the train car slid open, allowing Lex to exit with his t-shirt, cargo shorts, and sneakers intact. He faced a few people waiting to board. The first man to get around Lex and through the door noticed several men lying on the seats, appearing to be asleep on the train.

"What the..?" The man let out as he looked upon the scene with a perplexed expression. "Pieces of shit. I'm not sitting on the train with these fuckin' bums!" The man said as he backed up and headed to the neighboring train car. The rest of the group followed suit as they noticed the large number of men "sleeping" all around the car.

Lex just continued on his way.

"Stand clear of the closing doors, please!" The speaker announced as it always did in the train car…

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The Dark Shadow headquarters was exactly the way he left it, tattered. Upon entering, Lex scanned around for any familiar faces. He never went out of his way to socialize with new people but welcomed the conversation if it came to him. He wanted to confirm his strong assumption of Aloysius going through with the execution. The matter wasn't just contributing to gossip, it was an issue that would undoubtedly change the nature of the conflict between the Guild and Dark Shadow.

Salem De Silva came to mind and he remembered the day that women unleashed an unbridled force onto them after her father's death. He had focused on his physical and magical abilities to provide greater support if an attack of that scale threatened Dark Shadow.

"Anyone see the boss? Or anyone else important enough to be in the know?"

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Marcus

Name: Marcus Stone
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Alignment: Guild
Rank within Organisation: Lieutenant

Birthmark Shape:

Mark

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Location of Birthmark: Left breast.
Magical Ability: Elemental Entity Creation - The ability to take existing forms of an element and transform them into a golem style creature. The maximum number created is four individual entities that cannot exceed the size of 9 feet tall and mostly retain a humanoid form as its primary appearance. These entities have limited intelligence on their own, but all have unwavering loyalty to Marcus.

The entities are only capable of whatever their element is capable. For example, a stone entity cannot breathe fire or fly, and a fire entity cannot touch a person without burning them. Duplicate golems if the same element cannot be created as it seems each element has somewhat of a different primitive persona, though it is not known why. Marcus can undo his creations, leaving them as just a mass of whatever element they were made from

Place of Birth: New York City
Currently Residing: New York City
Personality:
-Commanding
-Playful
-Honest
-Motivating
-Receptive
-Workaholic
-Energetic
-Social
-Approachable
-Protective

History/Bio: Marcus was born into a notable scholarly family within the Guild. Most members of Marcus's family worked directly for the Guild, maintaining records, organizing small functions, and integrating newly discovered magic users to the Guild. Essentially, they helped support the Guild in being the Guild.

Marcus grew up not having this idea in mind for himself. He found few relatives to relate to and his magical ability appeared to be some odd form of telekinetic puppeteering or animation, which was deemed as a bit creepy. It wasn't until one of his "puppets" were found moving around even after Marcus had fallen asleep. After identifying his magical ability, he wasn't sent away to some faraway place to be exiled from others. Marcus was actually sent to other families within the Guild to gather knowledge on the different elements they commanded at their fingertips.

Marcus trained and studied frequently during his childhood a bit more than others his age, but not just because he was pushed a bit by his parents, but because he wanted to use his power more effectively to make what he considered some of his close friends stronger and more real. Yes, Marcus had come to consider his creations, his friends. Sure they didn't speak, but he enjoyed their company. His parents often said this was his drive, but also what held him back from rivaling Salem De Silva. He faced off against the woman during her final challenge alongside other mages to prove her prowess as a leader of the Guild.

Her victory made him proud of himself. It got rid of some of the pressure, and more importantly, he would continue what his family was known for in his own way. He'd support the Guild… in his own way. Wait, scratch that. In their own way. Marcus is one of the few within the Guild that hold the rank of Lieutenant with his crew, squad, buds, bros, or whatever you may call them by his side.

Name: Persephone Masers | "New Girl"
Relationship: Acquaintance
Thoughts: If I'm pretending that she's not related to Circe, I think Pers is awesome. Sure, she's a little shy right now, but I can't let that distract me from the fact that she's been living in the rainforests of the Amazon for years BY HERSELF.

Name: Circe | "Baby Mama Who the fuck wrote that"
Relationship: Enemy
Thoughts: Let me make this clear. I did not have magical relations with this woman! That thing out there is not mine! I don't make evil. I just gave it form.... I mean, damn! I just don't like her. You can cut the rest out.

Name:
Thoughts:

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Name: Marcus
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Alignment: Guild
Rank within Organisation: Lieutenant

Birthmark Shape:

Mark

tattootribes.com/multimedia/94/4-elem…

Location of Birthmark: Left breast.
Magical Ability: Elemental Entity Creation - The ability to take existing forms of an element and transform them into a golem style creature. The maximum number created is four individual entities that cannot exceed the size of 9 feet tall and mostly retain a humanoid form as its primary appearance. These entities have limited intelligence on their own, but all have unwavering loyalty to Marcus.

The entities are only capable of whatever their element is capable. For example, a stone entity cannot breathe fire or fly, and a fire entity cannot touch a person without burning them. Duplicate golems if the same element cannot be created as it seems each element has somewhat of a different primitive persona, though it is not known why. Marcus can undo his creations, leaving them as just a mass of whatever element they were made from

Place of Birth: New York City
Currently Residing: New York City
Personality:
-Commanding
-Playful
-Honest
-Motivating
-Receptive
-Workaholic
-Energetic
-Social
-Approachable
-Protective

History/Bio: Marcus was born into a notable scholarly family within the Guild. Most members of Marcus's family worked directly for the Guild, maintaining records, organizing small functions, and integrating newly discovered magic users to the Guild. Essentially, they helped support the Guild in being the Guild.

Marcus grew up not having this idea in mind for himself. He found few relatives to relate to and his magical ability appeared to be some odd form of telekinetic puppeteering or animation, which was deemed as a bit creepy. It wasn't until one of his "puppets" were found moving around even after Marcus had fallen asleep. After identifying his magical ability, he wasn't sent away to some faraway place to be exiled from others. Marcus was actually sent to other families within the Guild to gather knowledge on the different elements they commanded at their fingertips.

Marcus trained and studied frequently during his childhood a bit more than others his age, but not just because he was pushed a bit by his parents, but because he wanted to use his power more effectively to make what he considered some of his close friends stronger and more real. Yes, Marcus had come to consider his creations, his friends. Sure they didn't speak, but he enjoyed their company. His parents often said this was his drive, but also what held him back from rivaling Salem De Silva. He faced off against the woman during her final challenge alongside other mages to prove her prowess as a leader of the Guild.

Her victory made him proud of himself. It got rid of some of the pressure, and more importantly, he would continue what his family was known for in his own way. He'd support the Guild… in his own way. Wait, scratch that. In their own way. Marcus is one of the few within the Guild that hold the rank of Lieutenant with his crew, squad, buds, bros, or whatever you may call them by his side.