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Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Yeah, character tab works :) And no problem, I'll update the OOC after work

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Well you'd have friends here if you wanted, you have to try and being... You know, friendly first? And why can't we just throw ourselves around? It IS fun, even if you're competing to win. Yeah we wanna get stronger with training, but why bother do it if we can't enjoy it too?" Why was he having to explain such a simple concept? Even Shu understood it, the idea that having fun while training was just how they did things around here. Maybe their session did get a bit intense there for a moment, but the Saiyan had only meant to make it interesting, and perhaps get a leg up too. Seeing Kiton all irritated and annoyed really killed the mood, and after letting out an exasperated sigh as he placed both hands on his hips and floated towards the Frost Demon. "Look... I get it, you're knew to this kind of thing, whatever. But I'm not gonna make fun of someone because they lose a training session, that's just how it works, someone wins and someone loses," Takeshi explained, frowning as he looked at Kiton, "And no... You're hurt buddy, I'm not fighting you anymore. If you just keep fighting while you're injured then you'll never heal, you know? So come on, let's take a break. I think Shu wants some fruit," he added, glancing down at his brother with a grin, "Right squirt? Want your fruit now?"

Aito supposed he should grant Viral that much, particularly when his son's pride seemed to be in tatters in lieu of everything happening to him. So proud memories would do them more justice, but he would need a moment to think of some proper ones to help bolster Viral's sense of self-worth. It was curious that the Beastman had gone from questioning his memories to depreciating humanity, like he was trying to change the subject. Hearing out the line of questioning however it sounded more like he was just questioning himself further, doubting what he was meant to do and why he was meant to do it. "Why would I trust you? Because you're my child? My creation? Because I have high hopes for you? There's many reasons why, but the reasons themselves shouldn't matter as much as the fact that I simply do," Aito responded, smiling kindly as he folded his arms, "You were expected to take up the mantle when you felt ready. You were to be trained for it, but we could never make you assume such a position, it would have to be when you were prepared. And just because you were made with that in mind does not limit you to that single purpose, you could feasibly do whatever you pleased, and I'd be happy for you regardless. And please try to see thing through Vegeta's perspective, will you? I know and understand that you may feel bitter, but think about it... His parents are gone, he's been forced to run an international powerhouse of a company. Yumi is gone doing her own thing, and on top of that he has to manage you, something he had never done before. Can you truly blame him for failing to properly deal with you?" Shaking his head, the doctor reached out again and placed a hand on Viral's back, "Listen... I'm sure it tore him up inside looking for potential buyers, but with all that stress... Maybe he felt it was his only option?"

"Hey... Aside from the extra set of your arms you're really not that different, okay? I mean sure you've got wings, but then look at us... We fly without wings! Most species don't do that, so we're kind of freaks ourselves. And like I said, different isn't bad, it makes things more... More fun!" It would be super boring if every single person in the universe was the same, so someone like T'charrl was a welcome change. To be fair too sure, some people thought a few things about the alien were weird, but he'd bet that his friend's people thought they were odd in their habits too when they went to his world. Anything new was bound to be strange, that was just how stuff worked, wasn't it? Squirming uncomfortably at the idea of having his chest pierced, Haku brought his hands up to it reflexively, glancing at his friend's lower extremities curiously. Two chests huh? Weird, but he supposed it was handy for the reason his friend had just named. "Ooooh... Uh, well kind of? I mean most any Saiyan can change, as long as they have a tail. There's other ways we can change too, but you need to be super strong for that," Haku said as he smiled slightly, "Way stronger than I am... I wonder if anyone here is close to it though..."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Who else did he train with that really gave him trouble? Sure, Shu was hard to hit, but he never really took a pounding from the little guy either. While it was frustrating that he was having a tough time of it Takeshi had to admit it was fun too. Even with only having landed a small number of hits himself he felt like he was having to change how he fought a bit, try to improvise and be a bit sneakier with his attacks just to get through. After managing to catch Kiton in the gut with a knee he backed off to avoid a counterattack, grinning excitably. "Eliminate weakness? You really are new to this kind of stuff, aren't you? You can train just for fun you know, especially when you're with friends," the Saiyan responded, his smile flipping as he placed his hands on his hips, "You're kidding... Right? You think I'd mock you?" Oh wow, he really was serious wasn't he? Was that what he thought this was all about then, sort of a pride thing that he absolutely had to win? Sure, Takeshi wanted to win too, but he'd not really be that bothered if he ended up losing today. Sighing to himself he ran a hand through his hair, reluctant to be having to have a conversation when they could keep training. "Look... We're doing this for fun, it doesn't really count for anything. Sure I wanna win, but it's basically a game, you know? We never think less of anyone if they don't do as well in training, that just means we help them train more, you know?"

"Of course I do, I was a child once too, believe it or not," Aito remarked, chuckling before giving Viral a kind smile, "And I've made countless mistakes in my life, I've been a laughing stock and I've been dragged through the mud and berated for them too. I'm no stranger to being mocked, but I've come to use that as reason to work harder and prove those people wrong. And I'm certainly not saying you're childish for what you did, you've grown." A parent recalling their child's early life was as natural as breathing, and he would always try to retain some of those precious memories; June probably even recalled more than he did, she had spent more time with the boys overall. Hm, perhaps then it was a good idea to bring her by sometime, let her try her hand at sharing some memories. "Humanity has become complacent due to the commodities of everyday life, I suppose. Philosophy isn't really my thing... But if I had to venture a guess I'd say those skills were "forgotten" because there's really no need for them any longer. That being said there are most certainly humans who live like that, and I do believe if pressed most could survive, albeit to varying degrees of success. I'm curious though... Why the questions about human survival? Just because of the memory with Vegeta?"

Haku was kind of having fun with this, even if all he and T'charrl were doing was standing around and talking. He was getting to learn some new things and see a new world, for him that was a great way to spend a day. "I don't think your kind is unusual though, I mean... You're different from us, sure, but then so are hundreds of other races of people," the Saiyan remarked, shrugging his shoulders as he ran a hand along a petal thoughtfully, "It's just there's so many kinds of people in the universe, so saying it's because you're different isn't fair, right? And... I don't think you're disgusting, I don't think the others do either." Takeshi did have that weird fear or whatever, but he figured that was a rare exception to the rule. No one else freaked out around T'charrl, and while their group might not be lining up to hug the alien that didn't seem like hate. Haku knew what it felt like to be hated, he could tell no one here genuinely disliked T'charrl. "Well... Our tail let's us change, for starters. Kind of how Shu does, but a little different," Haku explained, glancing back at his own hind and noting the lack of a tail, "I had mine clipped... They said I didn't deserve mine, but yeah, most Saiyans have them. And you can kind of use it as another limb I guess, if you really wanted. So they're kind of handy."

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Well I'm older than you, so... >.>

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Don't tell me what to do, you ain't my daddy!

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

You have appeased my wrath, my minion >:3

Sorry to stifle you like that, I just don't want to have to worry about some people being way too strong early on, since part of the RP is growing and whatnot ^^

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

I shall begin the harsh scrutiny at once! >:3 (I'm sure it's fine :p)

Edit: The only one thing I'll say is the elemental affinity, pick one for now :3 The Divined have a better grasp on magic, yes, but just for balance purposes I'm limiting folks to a single type to begin with ^^ Hope that's okay.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Oh come on, like you can't use Ki! I'm just fighting fair with you, I know you can do it too!" Takeshi retorted, huffing annoyed as he folded his arms, "No I don't get mad at Shu because he doesn't really fight with it! And how should I know, you're the only Frost Demon I've ever met!" Sheesh, what did killing have to do with any of this? They were sparing, aka having fun, why did eliminating one another have to come into the whole thing? Now he was just getting annoyed, and naturally he was going to take out that annoyance on Kiton. Rushing back in as his opponent did the same they met high above Shu, immediately being swung at by the Frost Demon. Takeshi dodged most of the blows, but a good strong punch got through and hit him square in the jaw, reeling slightly before going right back in, feigning a punch and instead slamming a knee into Kiton's stomach. Evading the downward punch he then used his hands to block the second, seeing the tail and dashing away to avoid being sideswiped, reappearing a little ways off with a grin. A trickle of blood was coming out of his mouth and he was beginning to breath heavier, but damn if this wasn't a fun spar. "I don't know about you... But I'm having fun! You're pretty good!"

Aito could only give vague descriptions of most of his own memories, but he hoped that to be enough to strike something in Viral. It may not be such a bad idea to give it a small break too, just to be certain he wasn't overly taxing the Beastman. Wanting to try this last memory he gave as best a description as he could, smiling in slight disappointment when nothing came of it. He couldn't expect every simple description to bring up a vivid memory, that was unrealistic and awfully optimistic. "Children tend to behave freely of worry about how they're portrayed, it doesn't matter to them," the doctor remarked with a chuckle, smiling at his son, "I'm not criticizing you for what you did, don't be so defensive Viral. To be honest I laughed quite a bit when I found you two, it almost looked like Vegeta had a beard, what with all the cream all over his face." Shame his other son had been so young when it happened, he would love to bring it up in front of Vegeta and see what he thought about it. Curious about the seemingly random question Viral asked then, Aito tilted his head slightly and tapped his foot as he thought of an answer. "Well... As any other being would I suppose. We build a shelter, hunt for food, try and stay out of the sun or risk exposure, not overly difficult. We've developed to the point where survival really isn't a concern, but humans can still do it. I suppose us Saiyans and half-Saiyans have an easier time of it though, as do you."

"I guess that's a good thing you don't have the same kind of nose we do, it'd look a bit odd on you," Haku mused, looking at his friend with a small smile, "That's cool though, really. I've never had the chance to get to know what another race is like, so this is kind of exciting for me. You're the same way, aren't you? We're all kind of aliens to each other, which seems weird..." It was neat too, learning about what a whole different kind of peoples were like. Now that Haku had an unprecedented amount of freedom, what with being away from the military, he wasn't quite sure how to spend his time. He wanted to learn about his friends, see worlds, learn to cook, learn so many things that frankly he was feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all. Hearing his kind could just regenerate their limbs too was surprising, he'd never known that T'charrl's people; to be fair Haku didn't really know anything about T'charrl's kind, other than they had wings and liked nectar really. Looking at the alien to see if any of his limbs looked new he blushed when spoken to, hoping he wasn't coming across as rude as he smiled sheepishly. "Oh, uh... Not really? We can grow our tails back I guess, I don't know why Takeshi hasn't, but other than that we don't really regrow anything. Once something is gone that's kind of it."

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Vena's Characters

Ethan Campbell

Name: Ethan Campbell

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Mura

Appearance: Ethan is 5’10” tall (177.8cm) and weighs around 160 lbs (75kg).


Element Affinity: Air

Magic: Speed magic - Ethan can use his air magic to accelerate himself, also enabling his strikes to come faster.

Gear: A machina sword he… Borrowed from a soldier passing through his town. The sword is moderately sharp, and specifically designed to handle magic being channeled through its blade. Along his trip he happened across a discarded glove as well, a strong, tensile wire wrapped inside a small compartment on the back of it. By pressing a small button on the palm of the glove, Ethan can release the wire and use it to grapple, and coupled with his Air magic he can propel himself to high places, granting him excellent maneuverability.

Brief history: If you want to find the epitome of a slacker, look no further than Ethan Campbell. All throughout his life he has been more interested in daydreaming and wandering about than dedicating himself to anything, much to the chagrin of his family. From an early age on he was spotted frequently just walking around his home town, and sometimes even well beyond the borders of it. Though his wandering made him a headache for his parents and the guards alike, one could not argue the boy had developed an intimate knowledge of the area around him. For this reason, Ethan was to take up becoming a guard as soon as he was of age; on his sixteenth birthday he was to begin his training, yet things would become complicated when members of the Church would arrive in his town.

From the age of five Ethan showed an aptitude for magic, in particular with regards to air magic. Everyone in the town knew the boy to be a Magi, and having only one other among them they were excited to discover him. He never received training for his magic, as the other Magi focused on Earth, but he and the old man were the pride and joy of the otherwise unremarkable town. That blessing would turn into a curse when, years later, the Church would come by on rumors that the town was harboring a Magi in their midst. Everyone knew precisely who they were asking for, but to the residents’ surprise only one Magi was being requested. Not wishing to see a young boy be dragged off, the old man handed himself over to the authorities, being dragged off in chains back to a prison.

Ethan didn’t know another Magi, and while he couldn’t be trained by the old man he had grown to be fond of him, looking up to him almost like a grandfather. When the man was taken away he was devastated, locking himself away for days on end and forgoing his usual wander sprees. Sulking wasn’t really his style though, and the longer he sat the more concerned he became for the old man’s well-being. Eventually he grew tired of sitting by idly, and resolved to try and do something for a change. Knowing full well he couldn’t do much on his own however he left his home, out to search for other Magi to potentially help him in his journey.

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Remus Valentia

Name: Remus Valentia

Age: 58

Gender: Male

Race: Muran

Appearance:
6'2" (188cm) and 200 lbs (90kg), Remus cuts an imposing figure. Despite his older age he is still very fit and bears a heavy build, showing no signs of slowing down as his combat ability suggests. He has a series of tattoos on either arm, though the meaning of each is unknown.


Element Affinity: Water

Magic: Water Manipulation - Remus, thus far, has been seen using water to strike in various forms, be it a solitary spout or the equivalent of a small wave.

Gear: To Be Revealed.

Brief history: To Be Revealed.

Additional info: The first Magi that the group encounters, along the Stoehr River.

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Norman Dieter

Name: Norman Dieter

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Muran

Appearance:


Element Affinity: None.

Magic: None.

Gear: Assortment of magic crystals, small bag of tools, tool belt.

Brief history: To Be Revealed.

Additional info: An Eccentric engineer and mechanic. Meets the group in Galloway.

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Nymira Rumia

Name: Nymira Rumia

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Race: Dimura

Appearance:
Nymira is relatively short for her kind, only standing at 5 feet (152.4 cm) tall. She's all muscle though and quite strong for her size, able to fight opponents a good foot or so larger than her. When not in her usual attire, as pictured above, she tends to wear a simple black open-sided dress, with a gray diamond pattern sewn along the front, and loose sleeves that extend from her elbow down to her wrists. A hood is sewn to the neck and she keeps that up at most times. A long pair of black-dyed leather boots complete the ensemble, reaching all the way up to mid-thigh level.

Element Affinity: Fire

Magic: Fire spells, as well as some minor blacksmithing "spells".

Gear: A pair of two straight-edged daggers, crafted from obsidian with a reinforced steel alloy edge. They are weapons that she herself crafted, and boasts (on frequent occasions), that there is no better smith in her entire clan than herself.

Brief history: Daughter to Hákon Rumia, the chief of the Rumia clan, and to-be-heir of the throne. She is practiced in both her swordplay and her use of magic as she had been instructed heavily since a young age by the best mentors within the clan. As she grew older she became more heavily involved in the politics of the numerous Dimuran clans, and even more so in the battles between them. Though conflict was often the tool used to settle disputes she learned her father often tried more diplomatic approaches first, with varying degrees of success. Though she understood the necessity for battle she appreciated an alternative and, in time, came to prefer it. Naturally then when her father asked that she travel to seek out allies among other peoples she readily accepted his request, believing alongside him that in order to truly build their clan they needed to create alliances, not conquer others.

With four attendants at her side she left the Rumia clan's territory and set out to begin her mission, hopeful that her father's vision would reach others. Her optimistic outlook did not guarantee a smooth start to her journey and, just a day after setting out, she ran into trouble. Enemy troops from a neighboring clan confronted them to try and take her as their hostage, hoping to gain leverage against the larger Rumia clan. Two of her men gave their lives that day to see her escape, and with only two attendants left she managed to cross out of known Dimuran lands and into the unknown. Her troubles were far from over however as a bandit attack would claim another, and then a pack of wild beasts would claim her final guard. Alone but still as determined as the day she set out Nymira continued onward, refusing to give up on her duty.

Additional info: She is the princess of the Rumia clan, in Dimura territory. One of the larger and more powerful clans, she is currently traveling through Adelon to seek out potential allies and partners.

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Shaman Sero

Name: Sero

Age: 40

Gender: Male

Race: Varuna

Appearance:
Sero is shorter as befits his kind, standing at 5'4" (165cm.) Like all Varuna his skin is colorful and denotes the tribe to which he belongs. Sero's skin in particular is lime green, with light blue accents across his body. His back and tail are bright orange, and his underbelly a light blue. He has wrappings on his lower legs with prayer beads and a headdress crafted from various shells and teeth.

Element Affinity: Water and Void.

Magic: Summoning void beasts

Gear: Coral staff, small pouch of bones.

Brief history: One of the Church's Hunters, Magi tasked with "keeping order."

Additional info: A loathsome summoner who relishes in battle and death. The group first encounters him on the outskirts of East Orosi. Apparently quite powerful. Takes orders from Bernadette.

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"Bernadette"

Name: "Bernadette" (name not known yet)

Age: Late 20s

Gender: Female

Race: Muran

Appearance:


Element Affinity: Not known.

Magic: Illusory/Shape-shifting.

Gear: Black leather armor and an elegant, obsidian forged Ydran sword she confiscated from a prisoner.

Brief history: To Be Revealed.

Additional info: A woman of unknown origin and a member of the Church. Rather devious and manipulative.

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Taliya

Name: Taliya

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Race: Muran

Appearance:


Element Affinity: Earth

Magic: Earth:
* Fissure Magic - Split and uproots the ground, attacking with jagged rocks.

* Stoneskin - Covering herself with a thin layer of sediment Taliya can create her own armor, effective at negating many attacks.

* Exploding stone - Combining stone together into a dense pack Taliya shatters it, unleashing jagged fragments like a shrapnel grenade.

Gear: No weaponry usually, relies on her magic for combat. Aside from occasionally carrying a flask she travels light as well with nothing but the clothes on her back.

Brief history: Will reveal more as we go!

Additional info: Former bandit, so she tends to be a little... Morally gray.

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Lionel

Name: Lionel

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Muran

Appearance: Lionel appears a few years younger than his actual age with gentle features and soft blue eyes. Sometimes mistaken for a female his blond hair is long and frequently tied back though his bangs hang over his eyes and face freely, swept behind his ears when they're willing to cooperate. He stands at a modest 5'11" (180cm) and has an average build on his otherwise effeminate frame. Nearly always garbed in a blue hooded jacket, black trousers and well born boots and often wears a pair of earrings as well, which he refers to purely as "sentimental in value."

Element Affinity: Edos

Magic: Healing Aura

Gear: A pouch of various medicinal herbs, a map and a small lockbox.

Brief history: Lionel arrived to Mutebo a little over a year ago and promptly joined Taliya's group. No one really knows where he came from except Taliya, and if she has told anyone they have kept it a tightly guarded secret. Since arriving in Mutebo he has lent his services to Taliya's group in the form of a healer when he is actually in town as he travels quite often. Again no one save for Taliya appears to know where he goes. He has proven himself to be a very adept healer and has helped members recover from terribly gruesome wounds several times, even saving a handful of otherwise lost lives. Because of this he is rarely questioned by the members of the group save for some of his healer peers who loathe having to pick up his slack.

Additional info: Is extremely protective of his lockbox.

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Gage

Name: Gage

Age: 44

Gender: Male

Race: Muran

Appearance: Gage stands at 6'3" (190.5cm) and sports numerous scars from his years of combat. Often in the field on a mission he hardly has time or the concern to maintain hygiene, so he is frequently dirtied and typically unshaven. His attire rarely changes and consists of a heavy black cloak, a padded leather vest, a woolen shirt, handwraps with brass knuckle studs, reinforced leather boots and thick trousers. Some might say his rough and harried demeanor makes him unapproachable. He likes to think of himself as prepared.

Element Affinity: None.

Magic: None.

Gear: A speargun for which he carries only three spears. He carries a small satchel across a belt on his chest containing a handful of natural remedies, typically for common poisons. And he near always wears his gloves with which he's combined a pair of knuckles with atypical handwear.

Brief history: He's been with Taliya and her merry gang of misfits for as long as he can remember. He was raised by the former leader, Samuel, and took over a mentor role when Taliya assumed the leadership position later on. A bandit his entire life he's not without his morals, though what few he does have tend to fall to the wayside when it comes to Magi. He's trained numerous of Taliya's members both within their bandit camp and now within the resistance movement. For a man not possessing magic he has little issue with killing Magi, and prides himself on such ability. He is a master-at-arms of sorts for Taliya and her people, and doubles as her go-to man alongside Kensen when work is needed to get done.

Additional info: Longest tenured member of both Taliya's rebels and bandits. Probably the only man who can call her a "daft bitch" and get away with it.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith

CS sheet is up, feel free to post under it since I've reserved a few for later use ^^