LordofthePies

Neon Lights

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Is it okay for me to move my character over to the Character's Tab now that it's been edited?

Neon Lights

@DeadDrop

Character sheet has been edited to include the gun name.

A Tale of Owls and Wolves

A Discord sounds like a fantastic idea! It makes it easier to talk to all of the members of the RP and ask questions. c:

Return of Erelith

Luchia Dorret(Main)

Somewhere in The Wilds of Denegrim

Luchia sat on a stump that was part of the campsite. She had a few other companions, but they were temporary. A dwarf, two humans, and a halfling. She didn't remember their names. They were here to take down dire wolf that was terrorizing a merchant's trading route. She didn't exactly know what part of the wilds they were in, and she didn't remember where the wolf was. Luckily, that wasn't her job. The halfling had the map and the quest. She was getting a fifth of the contract. Everything was split equally, something Luchia thought unusual. Normally, the leader of the group got two shares.

While they waited for nightfall, when the beast came out to attack merchant camps, they told stories of their past adventures. Luchia thought she had the best stories, but she hadn't had to chance to tell them. The dwarf, who she assumed was drunk at four in the afternoon, kept talking. He had many stories to tell, and wouldn't shut up about it.

"I was on that beach for four days, all alone. The rest of the crew was dead and I had to live off of crabs." As the dwarf told his story, the human woman swooned.

"How did you survive?"

"Coconuts. First day I got hit en the head with one, and I figured out they had water en 'em. Gave me a bad headache, but my head was hard enough to crack it open." The dwarf gave a hearty chuckle. He smelled like old ale, and his shirt had many stains on it. He was a slob, but he was good with an ax.

"I was stuck on an island once too. It's not as difficult as he's making it out to be. A shelter can be made out of palm leaves. Water, yeah, can come from coconuts, food is fish and the like. You could survive on an island for years. The other human poked at the sand, upset that his companion was paying more attention to the mess of a dwarf than him.

"Thing is, Benauld, there was only one tree. Can't do much with one tree."

"How'd you even get stuck on the island in the first place?" The halfling raised an eyebrow. He started the story in an odd place.

"Oh. We got attacked by pirates and I had to row away 'cause the ship was sinkin'."

"That seems like a better story than this one." Luchia joined the conversation. She was facing away from the camp, technically on the look-out. The wolf was usually out after sundown, but it didn't hurt to watch out. They were in its territory after all.

"What'd you know about a good story, Luchia? Last one you told was 'bout rocks!"

"At least her story had flare. Not everyone gets to fight earth elementals. Getting stuck on an island is a common thing."

"But it was a real small island!" The dwarf huffed. Only one person was enjoying his story, and that was because they fancied him. He had no argument. His story was boring, plain and simple.

Luchia saw something move in the forest.

"Wait, shut up." Luchia stood on her stump, looking into the forest.

"Is it the wolf?" The lady human whispered, but it was still too loud. Wolves had great ears.

"I think so. Let's go get it." Dorret hopped off her stump and grabbed her bow from the ground.

The group gathered their things and crept into the forest. The male human was a tracker, and was head of the group. The dwarf and the human were behind him. Luchia and the halfing were in the back. The wolf was worth more alive than dead, but they had heard it was a dangerous thing. It had killed many other hunters that went after it. The one that issued the bounty on it wanted to keep it as a pet. Like that would happen.

As they tracked the wolf, Luchia saw another blur. She wanted to ask if it had been proven that the wolf was a loner, but any noise might give away their position. Luchia suffered from delusions sometimes, and this might just be one. She began to doubt that the dire wolf was alone. What if it had gotten a mate since it had been last seen? What if it joined a pack? She didn't think they could handle a pack. Dorret looked around, tense.

The group stopped. The human pointed into a clearing, at the target. It was larger than Luchia expected. It had midnight black fur and was about the size of a horse. It was eating a deer. Luchia felt bad for the deer, it's death would mean nothing. The wolf would be dead and the food probably wasted.

Dorret climbed into a tree, getting into position. She aimed at the beast. She wished she could see the wolf's face. An arrow in the eye would be a huge disadvantage for the wolf. The back would have to do. A butterfly landed on her knocked an arrow, but Luchia ignored it. She couldn't mess this up. She breathed in, aimed at the wolf's heart, and fired with her exhale. The arrow was made to tear all the way through someone while ripping out their organs. It had a heavy tip, but it was a powerful head.

It hit the target but didn't go through. One of the arrow's downfalls was that it had trouble going all the way through bone. The wolf, who Luchia had dubbed Dutch, spun around. It spotted the little group on the ground. The halfing sent out a firebolt, catching Dutch's black fur on fire. The beast yelped and ran into the forest, burning. It would create a forest fire if they didn't deal with it soon. Luchia wasn't thinking about that. She was surrounded by blue butterflies. They blocked her vision and were all over her. They smothered her, and she fell out of the tree. They covered every inch of her, getting into her mouth and nose. She couldn't breath, they would suffocate her. But, no one else could see them.

"What the Hell?" The dwarf cursed as he watched Luchia spasm. She was hitting herself, trying to crush the invisible butterflies.

"I'll deal with her, get the wolf!" The female human came to Luchia's aid.

The rest of the group didn't question her orders. They ran after the wolf, following it's blood trail. Luchia prepared for a non-lethal hit and had poisoned the tip of her arrow. It would make the beast sleepy, slowing it down and making it easier for the others to cut it's head off.

Luchia was beginning to black out. Her brain was shutting down from lack of oxygen. The human desperately searched through her pack, looking for her antipsychotic. It was a small brown fungus. A mushroom like that was easy to overlook. It blended in with the trees it grew on. It's considered poisonous since it makes healthy people see horrible monsters. Although, if taken in small amounts and given to people that normally hallucinated, it could be a powerful antipsychotic. It works immediately since it's toxin is administered through the skin.

The healer must have found it since she began putting on her gloves. Luchia could only see darkness and blue butterflies in varying sizes. She pulled the brown mushroom out of her bag and placed rubbed it against Dorret's arms. The butterflies began to disperse, and Luchia could finally breathe. She gasped for air and grabbed the healer's shirt. She didn't save Luchia's life, as soon as she passed out the illusion would fade, but she certainly kept her from passing out. It wasn't often that the hallucinations attacked her, but when they did it was devastating. They couldn't do any real damage, but the brain tricked itself into thinking they could. Luchia owed the healer, and that fact alone made her feel bad.

After a few minutes, Luchia was back on her feet. She dusted herself off as the two of them made their way back to camp. The other three should have no difficulty taking down Dutch because of the poison. Dorret went back to her place on a stump, waiting for the others to return. She mumbled a thank you to the healer, hating herself for letting her mind get the best of her yet again.

Whistlehowl Star {always open!}

"Oh no, don't push the blame on us! It was your job to keep this thing locked up and you did a terrible job! It was ridiculously easy to get in here, and even easier for that thing to leave! This is on you, not us!"

Aro would never admit that she had given the creature form, but it wasn't entirely her fault. There were so many things this man could do to keep this thing in check, and he just chose to keep it in a hole in the ground. And it was his fault Sunny was gone.

"We don't have time for this. Laphicet, Nyte, let's go get Sunny back." Aro glared at the man before walking past him.

She was in a mood. She didn't care that she was going up against her worst nightmare, she had to one-up this old man. And probably get Sunny back. She would probably feel different when she faced the Griffin, but for now, she had a job to do. She hoped the other two were going to come with her. Aro couldn't do this alone, as much as she felt like she could.

@Mokley@Tenma Tendo@Jade113

The Wrinkle in the World

Username: LordofthePies
Name: Chione "Bone Breaker" Massri
Level: 1
Status: Normal
HP: 45/45
FP: 5/5
AC: 14
Res: Cold (Goliath), Minor Slashing Resist (Chainmail).
Weakness: Heat (Goliath)
STR: 14 (16)
DEX: 9
SPD: 10 (9)
END: 14 (15)
WIL: 10
INT: 4
CHA: 3
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Race: Goliath [+2 STR, +1 END, -1 SPD, Cold Resist, “Goliath Strength”]
Backstory: Her tribe was small compared to the others and they didn't have much land to live on. They were rich but were constantly tormented by other tribes. Although, even with their size, they produced great warriors. Their tribe had religion and order. Compared to them, the other tribes were barbaric. They held yearly tournaments to prove themselves to the other tribes, and every one out of five of their children was trained for this since birth. Bone Breaker was one of these warriors. She trained every day since she was able to pick up a hammer. When she came of age (17) she was pitted against her fellow warriors to see which one of them would go into the tournament. She won and was placed against the other tribes. Chione lost against the others and was cast out for being weak and a failure. She now lives with the humans instead of her mountain. She's constantly trying to prove herself so that one day she may return to her tribe a victor.
Appearance:
Archetype: Paladin. Paladins are holy warriors that protect their people. They seek out evil and crush it. They mostly deal in strength, although they don't need to. They have some ability to heal, but it comes from a power within and is very limited. They deal heavy damage and are asset for any group, although their belief may cause disagreements.
Readied Weapon(s):
Warhammer [1d8 + 2 Bludgeoning, B STR E DEX]
Requires 11 STR, 7 DEX
-1 SPD, -0 ACC
+3 ACC mod
Two-Handed
Novice Proficiency
A moderately-sized warhammer; effective against armor.
Chainmail [+4 AC, Body]
- 3 AC from SPD
Stealth Penalty
Minor Slashing Resist
An expensive chainmail hauberk.
Steel Gauntlets [+1 AC, Hands]
- 1 AC from SPD
Steel hand protection.
Steel Boots [ +1 AC, Feet]
- 1 AC from SPD
Steel foot protection.
Inventory: (Include anything you want aside from magical items. Characters are assumed to have a backpack or something to carry things in, if you want to give it a description include the pack as an inventory item)
Signet Ring
Map of Caldera
5 days of food rations
Waterskin containing 5 day’s supply of water
Abilities:
Lay on Hands
WIL
Magical
1 FP
A healing spell that when a living creature (not a construct or undead) is touched, they are healed for 5 HP for the cost of 1 FP
Goliath
STR
Racial
0 FP
Goliaths have a novice proficiency in complex weapons. Goliaths are creatures that make their homes on the peaks of mountains, so they have an inborn resistance to cold. They are creatures of the cold, so they don't do well in heat, so they have a weakness to heat.
Smite
WIL
Supernatural
Weapon, 10 HP
Sacrifice 10 HP to deal 1d8 extra radiant damage against a creature (undead, fiends, or demons get another +1d8 damage against) when hit with a melee weapon attack.

Aieth - The World Between

Satisfied with Alex's health, Norix sat back down. Her first thought was that there was a demon in the bar. Either that or a very skilled undead. She knew that the more powerful undead could appear as living. Things like liches, vampires, or banshees could appear as humans, and some could even be healed like one. Thankfully, she didn't learn that from experience. One of the older Siksta had encountered a vampire in her travels and had told the entire encampment about them. Demons, though, she knew nothing about them.

"Perhaps the spell failed?" Norix didn't want to think about the other option.

She didn't want there to be a demon or an undead in the building with her. The thought distracted her from the want to learn his spell. If there was something here, there would be nothing she could do.

Neon Lights

CS

Ronan Smith

“And here was Ronan, like a heart attack that never stopped.”

LOOKS

Either nearly bald or has a very short haircut
Sometimes will let his hair grow out, but not by much
Sharp features
Cheekbones that could cut someone
Metal stud in his left ear
White, clean teeth he takes pride in
Shark eyes. The kind you can look in and only see bloodlust

PSYCHE

Violence and rage was something Ronan grew into. He didn't have it as a child, but after beating a kid half to death he decided he liked the feeling. He's unapologetic and angry but doesn't mean he doesn't lack empathy. He hates most people, but the people he does like he treats like family and will protect them until the very end. He doesn't ever back down from a fight or challenge, but he never plays fair. Ronan has no respect for the law and does whatever he wants whenever he wants to. Ronan craves violence like a drug and can start a fight in an empty room.

HEAT

The owner of a small corp. (that no longer exists, thanks to Ronan's efforts) that he helped take down and steal from. They can't do too much, but they hold a serious grudge.
Local police, mainly because he's known for starting brawls and disturbing the peace.

STREET CRED

Small-Time
He's known by local police as someone who likes to start fights, whether it's in a bar, on the street, or in a home. He's also hated by a small corporation owner, but other than that he's not known for much.


THE STORY
Ronan is from a family of wandering gypsies. When he was little, his mother, Irene took him around the country. They only settled down in Studio City when she got sick. Irene found out she had lung cancer when Ronan was about 16 and didn't tell him about it until he asked why they had a permanent home. He tried to get a basic job, but his efforts combined with the small trickle of income the gypsy business gave wasn't enough. Ronan began selling drugs for a small-time dealer. He got 25% of his sales, but it was enough to pay for his mom's treatments and then some. Although, his efforts were in vain. Cancer got her, and Irene died a few years later.

After his mother's death, his violent tendencies got worse. He actually had something to fight about. Ronan used the funds he got from selling drugs to get him out of trouble, but after fighting with a few customers the dealer dropped him. He had no dignity, no pride, and nothing to keep him out of trouble. He began stealing, which quickly escalated to him becoming a mugger. Ronan used the pay for food and a cheap house, but spent the rest on drugs to ease his pain. He doesn't do anything that would mess him up too badly, just things that keep him high enough to keep him from thinking about his mom.

Ronan now takes out his anger on his targets. He's a mercenary that doesn't really care who he needs to take down. He'll kill anyone, except for kids. He draws the line at children, although that won't stop him from taking their parents. He still does drugs, but they're mostly party drugs now. His memories of his mother are fading, now that is the focus is on his work, along with staying alive. Ronan also tries not to take contracts that are put on his friends, but he only has a few. He'll take down those he's less attached to, or he'll just break them apart and tell them to never come back. Ronan prefers to take, "teach them a lesson," jobs. Those are the ones where he can really let himself go, although he sometimes forgets that he's not meant to be beating them to death. Most of his friends are in the blood business or they're owners of bars and clubs. His friends aren't powerful, but they're family, and he wouldn't trade them for the world.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY

Butterfly knife
Metal baseball bat he's named after his mother, the center of most of his anger.
Ruger SR1911, used for basic hits.

Synthetic Nerves. They aren't as good as normal nerve endings, but they fix the damage that drugs caused.
Electronic Contacts. A pair of contacts that make darkness less of a problem. Less light is needed to see in the dark with the help of the contacts.

...AND THE REST

NCPD

"Local ones at least, the corporate police stay in their corporate zones while the big boys do the rest of the work. NCPD is funded by Night City's city council which seems to have an endless fund for the police department. The corps pitch in, probably to keep the NCPD off them and off their corporate police. That isn't the problem though, they are too spread thin as it is. So many districts, most rookie officers are sent off to the combat zones where they fight the booster gangs, the crazies and the occasional corporate security team. For the most part, they are well trained, brutal and don't take any shit. Some can be nice, but can you really trust anyone these days? They use to be on the corner of every street, but look what the city is doin' to them? They've turned into savages."

-People to be wary of

Background

Solos - are ex-military, killers, hitmen, assassins. All for hire, they live and die by the sword and the gun. You point and they shoot. Doesn't matter who if the money is right, they pull the trigger and don't look back. Allegiance is from wire transfer to wire transfer, they usually work for the corps some on contract while others as security forces.

Lingo

wyldeside.com/rpgs/cp2020/info-slang.…

DD

@DeadDrop

A Tale of Owls and Wolves

@Tangletail

I hope you make a bunch of jokes. You already seem like a wonderful bard :P

A Tale of Owls and Wolves

Light Savath

Light Savath

Character Summary

Name:
Light Savath
Titles:
N/A
Aliases:
N/A
Age:
20
Race/Ethnicty:
Tiefling
Continent of Origin:
High Mist
Gender:
Male
Class/Subclass:
Mage, Destruction

Stats

Strength:
8
Dexterity:
13
Constitution:
15
Intelligence:
16
Wisdom:
10
Charisma:
13

Physical Attributes

Height:
6'1
Weight:
164 lbs
Appearance Description:
Skinny, red skin with an orange tinge, silver eyes, brown hair.
Day To Day Attire:
Something a ship captain would wear, minus the hat. He likes green colors, so he'll always have at least one
green thing.

Strengths:

• Intelligent
• Lying/Manipulation/Machiavellianism
• Has a logical mind
• Mid-far range combat
• Quick on his feet/Good reaction time
• Fire Magics

Weaknesses:

• Pyschopathic tendencies
• Obsessive
• Sadistic
• Close Quarters Combat
• Can't take a hit/Squishy
• Running
• Can't take a hit/Squishy
• Holy/Divine Magics

Psychological Attributes

Dangerously Obsessive * Logical * Sadistic * Reliable

Sexuality:
Asexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:
Ever since Light was able to know about such things, he was interested in how everything worked. Constantly
asking questions. He was a man of science and studied practically anything when he could. Although, wanting
to learn about everything made it so he collected and dissected whatever he could get his hands on, whether
it be man or beast. Light isn't really one of the most sociable people, especially since he doesn't really
like or understand people. He gave up on trying to understand why people do things, adding that to the rather
small list of things he will never quite grasp. Usually though, when he doesn't understand something he'll
obsess over it. The need to understand consumes him, and he will go out of his way to find knowledge. When he
does understand something, he tends to get extremely excited about it.

He was raised to be the best, so he rarely will tolerate anything else when it comes to himself, Light will
never break a promise or deal, and finds doing so extremely disrespectful. He sees other people as nothing
but experiments or tools, and will often manipulate people to get what he wants. Light actually enjoys
watching people squirm under his thumb, it almost gives him as much pleasure as learning. This man rarely
tells the truth, and often won't tell people about himself. He thinks that if people know him, they will use
it against him.

In short, Light is obsessed with learning and gaining new knowledge, doesn't really like people, doesn't
understand people and their emotions, everything he does has to be as close to perfect as possible, he uses
people and gains some pleasure from it, and doesn't like letting people know personal details about himself.

Habits:

• Fidgeting. Anything he can get his hands on he'll fidget with.
• Ignoring people. If people are boring or disrupting his work, he'll pretend they aren't there.
• Pocketing things. If he likes it or it interests him, chances are he'll put it in his pocket and forget about it.
• Being unkind. He doesn't feel the need to cater to people's feelings and will often forget that people need to be treated nicely for him to be liked.

Hobbies:

• Collecting. He has bags full of seemingly worthless things. Mainly random animal bones or potion samples.
• Reading. He'll read anything as long as it gives him some new knowledge.
• Small crafts. He likes making small things, like little boxes, jewelry, or dolls.

Fears:

• Dogs. He was bitten as a child and is always scared he's going to get mauled. He does his best to avoid them, but if one starts to chase him or act aggressively, he'll freeze. Either that or he will destroy them in a bout of fire.
• Death. Anyone in their right mind is scared of dying, but he is petrified of it. If he thinks a situation will get him killed he will refuse to do it, and will probably even leave. He can barely even think of death without panicking. He's made attempts at immortality before, but they've always ended in his test subject's death.
• Disfiguiration. His parents beat it into him that he had to be perfect, and scars, marks, missing limbs, or anything of that like are far from perfect. He considers scars hideous and something to be ashamed of. He will go into a panic if he is burned or badly cut for fear that he will be scarred.

Likes:

• Reading.
• Messing with people.
• The color green.
• Small things that fit in his hand. They're the best to fidget with.
• Puzzles.
• Reading.

Dislikes:

• People in general.
• Dogs.
• Being dirty.
• The color orange.
• Too much heat/being sweaty.
• Willful ignorance & stupidity.

Skills

• Skill: Puzzle Solving His love of puzzles makes it so he can easily and quickly solve puzzles.
• Skill: Fencing As a child he was taught fencing as a way to discipline himself. It quickly became a fun hobby and a way of fighting without spells.
• Skill: Fire Starting He can start a fire with damn near anything and on anything. His love of fire made this possible. As a child, he used to burn his neighbors toys.
• Skill: Diplomacy He's good at settling arguments and deciding what's best for both parties. Not that he would really use it for anyone but himself.
• Skill: Small Crafts He enjoys making small things as a hobby and has gotten quite good at it.
• Skill: Lying He is a liar at heart and rarely tells the truth. He's been a liar since he first learned it at age 10 and hasn't really stopped since.

Magic

• Spell: Firebolt Hurl a mote of fire at a creature or object within range (120 ft). A flammable object hit by this spell ignites. Casting Time: Six seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic (Hand movements). Damage: (2d10) 20 Damage.
• Spell: Burning Hands As you hold your hands with thumbs touching and fingers spread, a thin sheet of flames shoots forth from your outstretched fingertips. The fire ignites any flammable objects in the area. Casting Time: Sex seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic. Damage: (3d6) 18 Damage.
• Spell: Chain Lightning You create a bolt of lightning that arcs toward a target of your choice that you can see within range (150 ft). Three bolts then leap from that taget to as many as three other targets, each of which must be within 30 feet of the first target. A target can be a creature or an object and can be targeted by only one of the bolts. Casting Time: 6 seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic. Damage: (10d8) 80.
• Spell: Cone of Cold A blast of cold air erupts from your hands. Each creature in a 60-foot cone takes cold damage. A creature killed by this spell becomes a frozen statue until it thaws. Casting Time: 6 seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic, Small Crystal. Damage: (8d8) 64 damage.
• Spell: Continual Flame A flame, equivalent in brightness to a torch, springs forth from an object that you touch. The effect looks like a regular flame, but it creates no heat and doesn't use oxygen. A continual flame can be covered or hidden but not smothered or quenched. Continues until dispelled. Casting Time: 6 seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic. Damage: None.
• Spell: Erupting Earth Choose a point you can see on the ground within range (120 ft). A fountain of churned earth and stone erupts in a 20-foot cube centered on that point. Each creature in that area that doesn't dodge takes damage. Additionally, the ground in that area becomes difficult terrain until cleared away. Each 5-foot-square portion of the area requires at least 1 minutes to clear by hand. Casting Time: 6 seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic, a Piece of Obsidian. Damage: (3d12) 36 Damage.
• Racial Ability: Dread CallTieflings are heavily resistant to demonic and otherworldly possession (except from the Dread God itself) and can temporarily call upon the Dreaded One to read ancient texts (though the Dread God may not always answer)

Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person (Hip Bag):

• Item: Spellbook A book that has all of his known incantations.
• Item: Small Crystal A small blue crystal used for spells.
• Item: Large Piece of Obsidian A large piece of obsidian (about the size of a dagger) used for spells. It is sharp enough to double as a dagger in a pinch. Although, if it's slammed against metal, stone, or anything harder than a cracker, it may break.
• Item: Charcoal Used for writing.
• Item: Coin Purse A pouch used for holding coins.
• Item: 3 Days Rations A collection of dried meats. It's enough to get one person through three days if used once a day. It could probably get one person through a longer period of time if used sparingly.
• Item: Assortment of Junk The remaining spaces in his bag are dedicated to holding random junk he felt was worth collecting.

Weapons:

• Item: Rapier A rapier tailored for Light.
• Item: Dagger A small dagger used for cutting things, like cheese, ropes, or someone who got too close.
• Item: Hunting Knife A knife made to gut and skin animals, and cut wood.
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A

Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items

• Item: Light Leather Chest Piece Offers more armor than clothes, but not as much as other things. Difficult to bite through.
• Item: Light Leather Leggings. Offers more armor than clothes, but not as much as other things. Difficult to bite through.
• Item: Light Leather Boots. Offers mroe armor than clothes, but not as much as other things. Comfortable walking shoes. Difficult to bite through.
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A

Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling

• Item: 5 Days Rations A collection of dried meats that can get one person through five days if eaten once every day. It could probably get one person through a longer period of time if used sparingly.
• Item: Water Skin A basic water skin that can hold a half gallon of water when full.
• Item: Bed Roll A bed roll made of assorted furs. Good if sleeping on the ground. Bad if sleeping in the snow.
• Item: Basic Fire Starting Material Assorted plant fibers and a flint and steel. Flint and steel are good for 50 more uses.
• Item: Small Tent A small green tent made for one person. Gives extra warmth, especially when combined with a bed roll.
• Item: Assorted Maps A map for every place he's been and any place he's going. It doesn't give cities, instead they are all basic topography maps.

Magical Items:

• Item: Arcane Focus A crystal used to focus arcane energies to allow the casting of powerful or completecated spells.
• Item: N/A

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions

• Item: Healing Potion (3) Potions that restore a some health and energy. Doesn't work if bleeding or poisoned.
• Item: Poison Antidote (2) Potions that heal basic poisons (weak poison spells, food poisoning, weak plant poisoning).
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A

Creation Materials: Anything used to brew potions or for alchemy

• Item: Deeproot (2) Grown in the forests of Valenndale Deeproot works as incredibly potent disinfectant and anti-bacterial cleansing agent. It is used most commonly throughout the Elven Kingdom as well as the Union. Deeproot serum is often recognized as a foreign entity by the body and thus quickly attacked in an attempt by said body to balance its humors. It works well in cleansing cuts and when applied to infections.
• Item: Witch Hazel (5) A common herbal serum ingested to alleviate pain, and minor illness. Witch Hazel is common in more areas of the world, particularly in Carthus.
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A

History

History: Light was born in Syddal, but his mother, Nericia brought him over from the Pillar Cities to Bobriki to keep him from going through the Tiefling trials. His father, Elyas isn't biological, but he is still the only father he's ever really known. His family was surrounded by scandal (mainly because his mother was a tiefling and his father a human), although none of it was ever really bad. His father was a merchant and that kept his family well fed. He never had brothers or sisters, it was just his father, his mother, and him. If he did have siblings, he probably would've tormented them to no end.

His love of knowledge started early on, and his mother encouraged it. Nericia constantly gave him things to work with. His favorites were the puzzles and the riddles, although she challenged him with other things, such as reading or math challenges. Light was a secluded child because he was more fond of his puzzles than anyone else, but he did have one friend. His only childhood was his neighbor, Gabriel. He was a runt that, like Light, had no other friends. Light often picked on him and took his things, but Gabriel didn't mind. Gabriel accepted whatever Light did to him, which often wasn't kind. Even if Light burned Gabriel's toys, he still looked out for him. When other kids picked on the boy, Light would torment them instead. His fondest memory of his early childhood was putting a snake down a bully's shirt. The snake bit the boy and almost killed him, but they knew not to pick on Light or Gabriel after that.

Light didn't have much discipline and was free to do as he wished (as long as he mastered his daily puzzles), but Elyas insisted he had something. Light had seen other rich kids fencing and wanted to try it too, only so he could be better than them. He was slow to learn it and often got scolded for it. Although, when he finally picked it up he enjoyed it and quickly became better than the other kids. Eventually, though, he got bored. If Light didn't have a challenge, he didn't see the point in doing something. When he got older, his mother suggested magic. His mother was a healer so he had an inborn ability and quickly learned to love magic. Light gave up his friendship with Gabriel to pursue Destruction Magic, although part of it wasn't his choice. He enjoyed destroying many things, so it was a fun hobby, although his mother rarely let him use his magic for fear he would be discovered and taken away. In order to protect him from being stolen, Nericia also kept him in her sights at all times. He wasn't allowed to go anywhere without her, and they always practiced on their property, behind closed doors.

When he became a teenager, he was obsessed with learning. He wanted to learn about everything, whether it was a spell or a worm. His mother taught him as much as she could, but it wasn't enough. She didn't ever let him use magic, so he had no experience. At age 16 he set out into the world. He knew a few spells, and if those failed he had his fencing. Even with his mother's training, he wasn't a fully fledged mage. He didn't ever get the proper training. He never studied under monks, so he doesn't have much control over his magic. Light's magic unstable because it is based on his emotion. He is usually calm, and that works out best with his magic, but with feelings of anger or excitement it becomes more devastating and out of control. If Light is ever depressed or sad, his magic is less powerful and is more likely to fail. When terribly depressed or sad, he can't summon more than a simple flame. The more intense and powerful the emotion, the more it controls his magic. Anger, anxiety, fear, anguish, excitement, along with a few other things are very strong emotions that cause his magic to become more dangerous. Sadness, emotional numbness, daze, and other things are strong in their own sense, but they dampen his magical ability.

Light had enough to protect himself as he traveled the nation. Learning is his passion, and even with as much as he knows, he seeks to learn more. He knows powerful magic and an assortment of things about the creatures and science of the world. Even though he's not fond of people, he still chose to learn about them too. He learned more about his magic through experience and figured out what worked best for him, but sometimes his emotions still get out of control.

Light hungers for more knowledge, and will seek it to the edges of the earth. He wants to become immortal just so he can continue to learn forever. He has his mother to thank for his passion, and he would gladly die if it meant he knew everything.

Extras

Character Quote:
“Knowledge is power? No. Knowledge on its own is nothing, but the application of useful knowledge, now that
is powerful.”
Theme Song
Vivaldi Tchaikovsky - Marche Slave
Anything Else:
"I swear allegiance to High Mist. May she never fall."