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~ 1959: Into the Darkness ~ - Vietnam Dieselpunk [Open]

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Cynthia Ward

	Cynthia Ward 'Speedy' 5'4" | 120lbs | 24 Years | Heterosexual Birthplace: Manhattan, New York War Correspondent for the New York Times

Profile

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Appearance

5'4" and slender, Cynthia Ward would be described as a dainty and petite woman to those who saw her. She keeps her blonde hair short and neat, just above shoulder-length. Constantly pushing up her ill-fitted helmet or correcting her round glasses, it's clear she's no soldier, but her focused demeanor tell she's here for a reason.A camera is strung along her neck like jewelry, resting above a press badge on her oversized flak jacket. Rolls of film, tapes, and other accessories are fitted neatly into pouches and pockets. Cynthia tries to maintain her femininity despite the military attire she’s forced to wear while on the field. Lipstick, nails painted pink, things of this nature help her feel more at home despite the environment.

Personality

Despite her Small Frame, Cynthia is a fierce person. Driven to prove herself in a field where many people's voices fall short, Cynthia is a stubbornly determined and dedicated woman.While known to be a no nonsense,argumentative and at times overbearing journalist. Cynthia is actually quite sweet to those who get to know her on a personal level. She’s as quick with a compliment as she is with a helping hand.

She chose to become a War correspondent because of her distaste for how the war was being portrayed in the media. The government boasts of great victories and positive strides toward ending the war, but the soldiers coming home seem more like broken men than returning heroes. This reality crushed her, and she felt it was being under reported in the news which made her feel worse still. These feelings were in large part of why she went to Vietnam in the first place. She was driven to report the Vietnam War from the perspective of the soldier, to lend a real voice to the men and women who seemed to be suffering in silence.

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Rank and Role

Civilian - War Correspondent

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Biography

Cynthia Ward was the first of two children in a wealthy family of Judges and Lawyers in Manhattan New york. Only a year apart from her younger sister Caroline, the two of them wanted for nothing at an early age. They attended the same charter schools, and even had the same friends growing up. It was during highschool when differences in their personality began to appear. While Caroline became to focus more on her status as a socialite, flaunting her families money and status to host lavish parties and quickly becoming one of the more popular girls in their school; Cynthia focused on her studies, her goals of attending a prestigious college trumping her desire to be popular within the same Crowds as her sister.

After highschool, Cynthia pursued a degree in Journalism in a prestigious college. Her grades during highschool affording her the opportunity to attend with a scholarship. She excelled in her studies, even if she disappointed her parents by not pursuing law, they were proud of her dedication to the path she’d chosen for herself. They used their connections to help Cynthia get a job with the New York Times after she finished her schooling as a Cub reporter. Quickly she excelled in this position as well, becoming a notable name within the paper.

In 1958, Cynthia was working on getting her credentials to work in the White house when the war in vietnam broke out. Reports of the conflict drew her attention, they boasted great victories, but soldiers would come back seemingly broken. Deciding that real news was needed to be covered overseas, she would implore, and use her parents connections with her bosses within the paper to get sent overseas as a war correspondent, she intended to report the soldiers' experience.

Equipment

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Field and On-Duty

• Press Helmet and Flak armor.(To be received IC)
• War Correspondent Badge
• Handheld Camera
• Cassette tapes and rolls of film.
• Tape Recorder
• Leather Journal and assorted tools to write.

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Theme
TBD

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Valkyria Chronicles: Echo Black

Ollie

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__________________________________________ Oliver James Sinclair, 20 _______________________________________________________________ Atlantic Federation | Darport, Vinland _______________________________________________________________ [+] ▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► DOB - 03/14/1915 ► Height - 6'1" ► Weight - 205 lbs ► Hair Color - Dark Brown ► Eye Color - Brown ► Classification - Shocktrooper ► Specialization- Raider ► Rank - Private ► Sexuality -Heterosexual -

D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E Tall and broad shouldered, Oliver stands a full head above most men he comes across. He was an athlete before the war, as such he keeps a muscular and toned figure to match with his height. He keeps his dark brown hair a little longer than is normal, but neatly combed to keep in line with military regulations. Oliver has two notable features that most people will catch right away when looking at him. The first is a streak of Oliver's hair is white due to a birthmark, it’s noticeable and prominent on Oliver’s otherwise completely dark hair. The second is the presence of an old looking watch, the leather straps noticeably worn down. It belonged to his father, and it’s the only thing Oliver has left of the man, so he wears it proudly despite its ugly aged appearance.

---_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Extroverted and confident, he approaches anything from work to meeting new people with a smile. He’s quick with a joke and easy to speak to, often engaging those around him in conversations ranging from a wide variety of topics. If you’re considered a friend by Oliver, you’ll be made aware pretty quickly that he has your back. There isn’t much he wouldn’t for someone close to him,but on the flip side of that coin, if you cross him you’ll have a bitter enemy. Oliver is not the kind to forgive major slights quickly.

His father’s prior service and all the stories he’s heard about that man has instilled in Oliver a sense of patriotism and loyalty to the Federation. His pride at following in his father's footsteps as a military man is almost palpable. This Patriotic Pride bolsters Oliver’s bravery, he’d do anything to live up to the shoes he’s trying to fill, so while on duty, he’s completely serious and focused on the task at hand.

Off duty, or outside of an active warzone Oliver still keeps his uniform finely pressed and kept, but will let himself relax and be the jovial extroverted man he usually is.

---_{B I O G R A P H Y}

Oliver was born in Sweetwater, a small suburb nestled near the woods of Darport Vinland, a prominent city in the country.. The first of two children Oliver’s parents were poor, but happy. His parents married young due largely in part to the fact that Oliver's mother was pregnant with him.
Before Vinland Joined the first Europan war, Oliver’s Father Jackson Sinclair was a Daytaler and a hunter who took odd jobs and hunted to both feed his young family and sell meat to the local butchers to bolster their savings. His mother, Emilia, was a seamstress and homemaker who dotted on an infant Oliver. When Oliver was just two years old his father left for the war, enlisting for the wages as well as a patriotic sense of duty. He left his young son and his then pregnant wife and went off to fight; he never returned.

Life for the Sinclair family was hard after the death of Jackson. Emilia was broken by the ordeal, the love she had with Jackson being irreplaceable. While his and Emilia’s parents did their best to help the young widow support herself and her two young children, the initial years were a dark period in the young families life. Still they persevered, Emilia finding work as a secretary for Randall Hall, a businessman and philanthropist local to Darport. He paid the young mother well, and soon the Sinclairs we’re back to a position that was comfortable.

Emilia never remarried, Jackson was the love of her life, and she made sure that Oliver and his younger sister Sarah knew who he was, telling them the stories she heard of his heroism, as well as stories of his character. Oliver idolized the memory of his father, and wanted to be just like him. As a young man he succeeded on most of these fronts, participating in sports, and being open and friends with everyone around him. Emilia forbade the children from enlisting however, the pain of losing Jackson not one she wanted to repeat. Instead, she used her connections with the Hall family to send Oliver and Sarah to university in hopes of them advancing in life and their careers.

Oliver couldn’t be pulled away from military service however, the call for being just like his father being stronger than his mothers will. So when the Second Europan War broke out, he enlisted. He went through training older than most of his peers, but he showed great aptitude as a soldier because of his background as an Athlete. He quickly found his way into the Shocktrooper specialization, and before long he was a member of the Rangers.

---_{P O T E N T I A L S}

Dauntless Valor- Oliver is brave to a fault, the stories of his father’s valor in the previous war urging him forward. He doesn’t lock up easy, keeping his cool in most combat situations, but he also is often the first man in a room, or charging a trench; possibility of death coming second to his knee jerk reaction of taking care of the problem.
I can do this all day- Oliver’s determination to live up to his father's legacy, bolsters him with a determination that some would consider foolhardy. Where most men would give up, Oliver presses on, even to his detriment. He doesn’t know when to quit, and it often gets him into precarious situations.
If you need something done right.- Oliver prefers to do things himself. Trusting the stillness of his own hands to that of his teammates in most situations. When this control is taken from him, he gets nervous, the chance of failure being a pressing anxiety for him.
Bloodhounds nose- Oliver has always had a heightened sense of smell. Good smells are always very good, while the bad ones are almost unbearable for Oliver.

---_{E Q U I P M E N T}

- Robinson M91
- F1 Grenades
- Ragnaid
- ND-3 Combat Armor
- FW Mk.1 (Gizmo)
- 1915 Rawlings model Semi Automatic Pistol (Requisitioned)

---_{A F F I L I A T I O N S}

- Jackson Sinclair (Father/Deceased)
- Emilia Sinclair (Mother)
- Sarah Sinclair (Younger Sister)

---_{R E L A T I O N S}

Nadia Arai

To be added

Austin Dwyer

Battle buddy and squadmate during basic training. Oliver shared a bunk with Austin, and the two bonded due to their torment. He thinks he’s a good guy.

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-A Template by Load Wraith

Valkyria Chronicles: Echo Black

Ollie

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__________________________________________ Oliver James Sinclair, 20 _______________________________________________________________ Atlantic Federation | Darport, Vinland _______________________________________________________________ [+] ▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► DOB - 03/14/1915 ► Height - 6'1" ► Weight - 205 lbs ► Hair Color - Dark Brown ► Eye Color - Brown ► Classification - Shocktrooper ► Specialization- Raider ► Rank - Private ► Sexuality -Heterosexual -

D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E Tall and broad shouldered, Oliver stands a full head above most men he comes across. He was an athlete before the war, as such he keeps a muscular and toned figure to match with his height. He keeps his dark brown hair a little longer than is normal, but neatly combed to keep in line with military regulations. Oliver has two notable features that most people will catch right away when looking at him. The first is a streak of Oliver's hair is white due to a birthmark, it’s noticeable and prominent on Oliver’s otherwise completely dark hair. The second is the presence of an old looking watch, the leather straps noticeably worn down. It belonged to his father, and it’s the only thing Oliver has left of the man, so he wears it proudly despite its ugly aged appearance.

---_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Extroverted and confident, he approaches anything from work to meeting new people with a smile. He’s quick with a joke and easy to speak to, often engaging those around him in conversations ranging from a wide variety of topics. If you’re considered a friend by Oliver, you’ll be made aware pretty quickly that he has your back. There isn’t much he wouldn’t for someone close to him,but on the flip side of that coin, if you cross him you’ll have a bitter enemy. Oliver is not the kind to forgive major slights quickly.

His father’s prior service and all the stories he’s heard about that man has instilled in Oliver a sense of patriotism and loyalty to the Federation. His pride at following in his father's footsteps as a military man is almost palpable. This Patriotic Pride bolsters Oliver’s bravery, he’d do anything to live up to the shoes he’s trying to fill, so while on duty, he’s completely serious and focused on the task at hand.

Off duty, or outside of an active warzone Oliver still keeps his uniform finely pressed and kept, but will let himself relax and be the jovial extroverted man he usually is.

---_{B I O G R A P H Y}

Oliver was born in Sweetwater, a small suburb nestled near the woods of Darport Vinland, a prominent city in the country.. The first of two children Oliver’s parents were poor, but happy. His parents married young due largely in part to the fact that Oliver's mother was pregnant with him.
Before Vinland Joined the first Europan war, Oliver’s Father Jackson Sinclair was a Daytaler and a hunter who took odd jobs and hunted to both feed his young family and sell meat to the local butchers to bolster their savings. His mother, Emilia, was a seamstress and homemaker who dotted on an infant Oliver. When Oliver was just two years old his father left for the war, enlisting for the wages as well as a patriotic sense of duty. He left his young son and his then pregnant wife and went off to fight; he never returned.

Life for the Sinclair family was hard after the death of Jackson. Emilia was broken by the ordeal, the love she had with Jackson being irreplaceable. While his and Emilia’s parents did their best to help the young widow support herself and her two young children, the initial years were a dark period in the young families life. Still they persevered, Emilia finding work as a secretary for Randall Hall, a businessman and philanthropist local to Darport. He paid the young mother well, and soon the Sinclairs we’re back to a position that was comfortable.

Emilia never remarried, Jackson was the love of her life, and she made sure that Oliver and his younger sister Sarah knew who he was, telling them the stories she heard of his heroism, as well as stories of his character. Oliver idolized the memory of his father, and wanted to be just like him. As a young man he succeeded on most of these fronts, participating in sports, and being open and friends with everyone around him. Emilia forbade the children from enlisting however, the pain of losing Jackson not one she wanted to repeat. Instead, she used her connections with the Hall family to send Oliver and Sarah to university in hopes of them advancing in life and their careers.

Oliver couldn’t be pulled away from military service however, the call for being just like his father being stronger than his mothers will. So when the Second Europan War broke out, he enlisted. He went through training older than most of his peers, but he showed great aptitude as a soldier because of his background as an Athlete. He quickly found his way into the Shocktrooper specialization, and before long he was a member of the Rangers.

---_{P O T E N T I A L S}

Dauntless Valor- Oliver is brave to a fault, the stories of his father’s valor in the previous war urging him forward. He doesn’t lock up easy, keeping his cool in most combat situations, but he also is often the first man in a room, or charging a trench; possibility of death coming second to his knee jerk reaction of taking care of the problem.
I can do this all day- Oliver’s determination to live up to his father's legacy, bolsters him with a determination that some would consider foolhardy. Where most men would give up, Oliver presses on, even to his detriment. He doesn’t know when to quit, and it often gets him into precarious situations.
If you need something done right.- Oliver prefers to do things himself. Trusting the stillness of his own hands to that of his teammates in most situations. When this control is taken from him, he gets nervous, the chance of failure being a pressing anxiety for him.
Bloodhounds nose- Oliver has always had a heightened sense of smell. Good smells are always very good, while the bad ones are almost unbearable for Oliver.

---_{E Q U I P M E N T}

- Robinson M91
- F1 Grenades
- Ragnaid
- ND-3 Combat Armor
- FW Mk.1 (Gizmo)
- 1915 Rawlings model Semi Automatic Pistol (Requisitioned)

---_{A F F I L I A T I O N S}

- Jackson Sinclair (Father/Deceased)
- Emilia Sinclair (Mother)
- Sarah Sinclair (Younger Sister)

---_{R E L A T I O N S}

Nadia Arai

To be added

Austin Dwyer

Battle buddy and squadmate during basic training. Oliver shared a bunk with Austin, and the two bonded due to their torment. He thinks he’s a good guy.

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-A Template by Load Wraith

~ 1959: Into the Darkness ~ - A Vietnam Dieselpunk scenario

It also has my interest! but I have a character design that may or may not fit with what you guys got in mind, so I'll hit you in the dms later to chat about it!

Iliad City: A Magical RP in an Original World (Resuming)

Moril

Name: Galan Moril
Appearance:

Galan

Age: 18

Bio:
Galan was born into the infamous Moril family. His last name inspires fear among both the criminal and political elements of Iliad. Publicly known as socialites and business figures within the city the Morils have for generations truly made their wealth as assassins and spies. They have been rumored to be the puppeteers of the organization known only as The Blackbird, famous for high profile murders ranging from Political opponents of wealthy politicians, to Criminal heiresses.

The legacy of the Moril Family begins a pair of brothers. Aleksandr and Dmitri. Aleksandr, the older brother, is the patriarch of the Moril family and a public figure within Iliad. He founded a real estate business that quickly exploded into a powerhouse within the city. With his wealth, came love. He married young to a young noblewoman named Patricia Drakvylde and together they built the public face of the family. An image of good faith and philanthropy are what Aleksandr and Patricia want for the Moril clan, and they practice this by funding charitable events and generous donations to needy causes. They have 9 children together, all of which are either alumni or currently attending the Marduk academy like their parents before them.

Dmitri and his brother are fundamentally different in every way, Aleksandr enjoys and thrives in the public eye, Dmitri does not. Dmitri focused on his magic and his skillset. Colder than his brother, Dmitri took it upon himself to protect his brother and his family interests. Eliminating competitors and silencing opponents on behalf of his brother most of the time even without Aleksandrs knowledge, he quietly became known as the Moril family’s Hound. If it were to be speculated which of the two brothers would be the mastermind of The Blackbird it would Dmitri Moril. He married much later than his brother to a woman who died during childbirth, leaving The hound of the Moril family to raise Galan by himself.

Galan like his father, soon found himself operating from the shadows within the Moril family. He was forbidden from playing with his cousins from a young age, his father preferring to train the boy to be hard, punishing him severely for any mistakes in his magical studies, as well as his practical ones. Despite this training Galan found he could barely control the magic his father was drilling him in. His way was imperfect, and would cause Galan a great deal of pain as well as leave a multitude of scars running up and down the length of his arms and chest as well as some of his back. Because of his failures,When he was old enough Dmitri enrolled Galan in the Ishtar School for creative minds. In part this was to further separate him from his cousins in Marduk as well as to further hone his Sons combat prowess and possibly assist the boy master the magic he possesses.
Mundane Skills:

Galan is incredibly skilled in combat, his father trained him extensively in a wide array of weapons from knives to swords to firearms, just to name a few. Galan typically spends a lot of his time training at the behest of his father, but on his off time he did find time for hobbies. Galan enjoys and is quite good at the piano, music is an escape from the stresses he deals with daily. Music is also one of the few pursuits his father allows Galan. Beyond being a pianist, Galan privately keeps a deck of cards in his room, during the evenings he would practice card tricks to pass the time and has become adept at handling and shuffling cards, finding it to be an enjoyable hobby as well as a good skill should he ever find himself in a game of cards.

Magic:
Galan has poor control over the magic he wields. In the words of his father, there is a cavernous difference between being able to use the magic he taught Galan, and being able to use it well.

Shadow Duplicate.

This type of power in the hands of a mage with extreme skill, would allow for them to draw on the darkness make multiple duplicates of themselves with faces and the ability to interact with the material world to assist in combat or mundane tasks, a particularly skilled mage to keep control of these duplicates without even having them in line of sight, sharing their collective consciousness with them, making this skill a key one in the usage of assassins of The Blackbird organization.

Galan’s mastery of this power is an extremely limited version of it. He can only draw on the darkness to produce one single Duplicate, further he can only bring the duplicate to look like a dark shadow version of his own body type and build, no facial features or marks on the duplicate. He also can’t be too far away from this shadow being, his control over the darkness limiting him to just the same room he is in.

Shadow Walking.

The intended usage of this power is for infiltration and stealth. A skilled mage is able to use the darkness around them to turn into a living shade melding into the darkness and giving their enemies the illusion of them disappearing into thin air, just to reappear behind them, or above them. Gravity and a physical presence become optional to the skilled mage, so long as there is darkness, or even the semblance of a shadow a shadow walker can appear from anywhere, or be passed right through by an enemy, as well as being able to attack from this form.

Galan’s mastery of this power could be considered his weakest of them all. While he can still make himself blend into the darkness around him, he can’t remove his physical presence, if he steps on a floorboard it will squeak, if an enemy happens to get a lucky guess and swing at him, he will be hit. Shadow walking takes a lot of concentration for Galan, so when he’s in it his duplicate if in the field will dissipate. And in order to attack he needs to exit his shadow walk.

Skeletal Manipulation.

This power is a mixture of the healing magics taught primarily at Marduk Academy, mixed with Combat Magic taught at Ishtar. In the hands of a skilled mage, the user could manipulate their own skeleton painlessly. The types of manipulation including being able to use the bones of their fingers as a projectile, or their femur as a sword, the Healing magic regenerating a new bone in its place painlessly and sealing the skin once the weapon is retrieved.

Galan’s mastery of this power could be argued as the best out of all the magic in his Arsenal, and with good reason one mistake could mean his death. He can’t however, seem to get the painless part of this power down, as such whenever he uses the Bone Weaponry it feels like his bones are breaking, and the pain is relentless, and on the exit of his skin he's not be able to fully seal the skin back up, thus causing bleeding and scarring after every usage.

Blood magic.

A skilled Blood mage can manipulate their blood into weapons, make their blood acidic or poisonous, perhaps even affect the blood in someone else.

Galan took to the study of blood magic because of the side effects of his mastery of Skeletal Manipulation, if he was going to bleed every time perhaps he could make use of it. True to form however, his mastery of the blood magic is extremely limited. He can’t affect the blood in others or a foe, just his own. And while he’s skilled enough to make weapons out his blood in a pinch, he isn’t skilled enough to replenish the blood he uses back into his body. The more of his own blood he uses, the less blood his heart has to pump within himself which could lead to his death.

Because of this, Galan tries to only use Blood magic to make his blood poisonous, giving his bone weapons and regular weapons a base, so even if he grazes an enemy it could be a deadly encounter for the person.

Personality:

If one weren’t acquainted with Galan he could be mistaken for being Morose and removed emotionally from his peers. In reality he’s quite the contrary, Galan is quite shy and has trouble communicating with strangers, but he is far from the emotionally checked out person most people clock him as when they first meet. When you’ve become a friend of Galan you quickly find him eager to spend time with you, most of his friends find that he’s quite difficult to shut up. for the majority of his life he has been alone, his father being the only person he was really allowed to partake with outside of schooling, and even then that was only really for training and dinner.

Galan is also tender and kind to those he considers close enough to let into his shell, those who consider him friend find it difficult to believe he’s the offspring and apprentice of an assassin, His demeanor in the presence of those he trusts resemble that of a healer, not a killer.

Faction (Marduk, Ishtar, or Cassandra):Ishtar

Are you a Descendant of the Illuminated Poet?: No
Important Relations:

Father

Dmitri Moril is a cold and distant figure in Galan’s life. Life for the two of them revolves Galan’s training to join and eventually take control of The Blackbird Organization. Dmitri believes that requires firm discipline and training and little coddling. If Galan is to lead The Blackbirds, he needs to toughen up. Because of these ideas their relationship resembles more of a subordinate and master, than a father and son.

Iliad City: A Magical RP in an Original World (Resuming)

Moril

Name: Galan Moril
Appearance:

Galan

Age: 18

Bio:
Galan was born into the infamous Moril family. His last name inspires fear among both the criminal and political elements of Iliad. Publicly known as socialites and business figures within the city the Morils have for generations truly made their wealth as assassins and spies. They have been rumored to be the puppeteers of the organization known only as The Blackbird, famous for high profile murders ranging from Political opponents of wealthy politicians, to Criminal heiresses.

The legacy of the Moril Family begins a pair of brothers. Aleksandr and Dmitri. Aleksandr, the older brother, is the patriarch of the Moril family and a public figure within Iliad. He founded a real estate business that quickly exploded into a powerhouse within the city. With his wealth, came love. He married young to a young noblewoman named Patricia Drakvylde and together they built the public face of the family. An image of good faith and philanthropy are what Aleksandr and Patricia want for the Moril clan, and they practice this by funding charitable events and generous donations to needy causes. They have 9 children together, all of which are either alumni or currently attending the Marduk academy like their parents before them.

Dmitri and his brother are fundamentally different in every way, Aleksandr enjoys and thrives in the public eye, Dmitri does not. Dmitri focused on his magic and his skillset. Colder than his brother, Dmitri took it upon himself to protect his brother and his family interests. Eliminating competitors and silencing opponents on behalf of his brother most of the time even without Aleksandrs knowledge, he quietly became known as the Moril family’s Hound. If it were to be speculated which of the two brothers would be the mastermind of The Blackbird it would Dmitri Moril. He married much later than his brother to a woman who died during childbirth, leaving The hound of the Moril family to raise Galan by himself.

Galan like his father, soon found himself operating from the shadows within the Moril family. He was forbidden from playing with his cousins from a young age, his father preferring to train the boy to be hard, punishing him severely for any mistakes in his magical studies, as well as his practical ones. Despite this training Galan found he could barely control the magic his father was drilling him in. His way was imperfect, and would cause Galan a great deal of pain as well as leave a multitude of scars running up and down the length of his arms and chest as well as some of his back. Because of his failures,When he was old enough Dmitri enrolled Galan in the Ishtar School for creative minds. In part this was to further separate him from his cousins in Marduk as well as to further hone his Sons combat prowess and possibly assist the boy master the magic he possesses.
Mundane Skills:

Galan is incredibly skilled in combat, his father trained him extensively in a wide array of weapons from knives to swords to firearms, just to name a few. Galan typically spends a lot of his time training at the behest of his father, but on his off time he did find time for hobbies. Galan enjoys and is quite good at the piano, music is an escape from the stresses he deals with daily. Music is also one of the few pursuits his father allows Galan. Beyond being a pianist, Galan privately keeps a deck of cards in his room, during the evenings he would practice card tricks to pass the time and has become adept at handling and shuffling cards, finding it to be an enjoyable hobby as well as a good skill should he ever find himself in a game of cards.

Magic:
Galan has poor control over the magic he wields. In the words of his father, there is a cavernous difference between being able to use the magic he taught Galan, and being able to use it well.

Shadow Duplicate.

This type of power in the hands of a mage with extreme skill, would allow for them to draw on the darkness make multiple duplicates of themselves with faces and the ability to interact with the material world to assist in combat or mundane tasks, a particularly skilled mage to keep control of these duplicates without even having them in line of sight, sharing their collective consciousness with them, making this skill a key one in the usage of assassins of The Blackbird organization.

Galan’s mastery of this power is an extremely limited version of it. He can only draw on the darkness to produce one single Duplicate, further he can only bring the duplicate to look like a dark shadow version of his own body type and build, no facial features or marks on the duplicate. He also can’t be too far away from this shadow being, his control over the darkness limiting him to just the same room he is in.

Shadow Walking.

The intended usage of this power is for infiltration and stealth. A skilled mage is able to use the darkness around them to turn into a living shade melding into the darkness and giving their enemies the illusion of them disappearing into thin air, just to reappear behind them, or above them. Gravity and a physical presence become optional to the skilled mage, so long as there is darkness, or even the semblance of a shadow a shadow walker can appear from anywhere, or be passed right through by an enemy, as well as being able to attack from this form.

Galan’s mastery of this power could be considered his weakest of them all. While he can still make himself blend into the darkness around him, he can’t remove his physical presence, if he steps on a floorboard it will squeak, if an enemy happens to get a lucky guess and swing at him, he will be hit. Shadow walking takes a lot of concentration for Galan, so when he’s in it his duplicate if in the field will dissipate. And in order to attack he needs to exit his shadow walk.

Skeletal Manipulation.

This power is a mixture of the healing magics taught primarily at Marduk Academy, mixed with Combat Magic taught at Ishtar. In the hands of a skilled mage, the user could manipulate their own skeleton painlessly. The types of manipulation including being able to use the bones of their fingers as a projectile, or their femur as a sword, the Healing magic regenerating a new bone in its place painlessly and sealing the skin once the weapon is retrieved.

Galan’s mastery of this power could be argued as the best out of all the magic in his Arsenal, and with good reason one mistake could mean his death. He can’t however, seem to get the painless part of this power down, as such whenever he uses the Bone Weaponry it feels like his bones are breaking, and the pain is relentless, and on the exit of his skin he's not be able to fully seal the skin back up, thus causing bleeding and scarring after every usage.

Blood magic.

A skilled Blood mage can manipulate their blood into weapons, make their blood acidic or poisonous, perhaps even affect the blood in someone else.

Galan took to the study of blood magic because of the side effects of his mastery of Skeletal Manipulation, if he was going to bleed every time perhaps he could make use of it. True to form however, his mastery of the blood magic is extremely limited. He can’t affect the blood in others or a foe, just his own. And while he’s skilled enough to make weapons out his blood in a pinch, he isn’t skilled enough to replenish the blood he uses back into his body. The more of his own blood he uses, the less blood his heart has to pump within himself which could lead to his death.

Because of this, Galan tries to only use Blood magic to make his blood poisonous, giving his bone weapons and regular weapons a base, so even if he grazes an enemy it could be a deadly encounter for the person.

Personality:

If one weren’t acquainted with Galan he could be mistaken for being Morose and removed emotionally from his peers. In reality he’s quite the contrary, Galan is quite shy and has trouble communicating with strangers, but he is far from the emotionally checked out person most people clock him as when they first meet. When you’ve become a friend of Galan you quickly find him eager to spend time with you, most of his friends find that he’s quite difficult to shut up. for the majority of his life he has been alone, his father being the only person he was really allowed to partake with outside of schooling, and even then that was only really for training and dinner.

Galan is also tender and kind to those he considers close enough to let into his shell, those who consider him friend find it difficult to believe he’s the offspring and apprentice of an assassin, His demeanor in the presence of those he trusts resemble that of a healer, not a killer.

Faction (Marduk, Ishtar, or Cassandra):Ishtar

Are you a Descendant of the Illuminated Poet?: No
Important Relations:

Father

Dmitri Moril is a cold and distant figure in Galan’s life. Life for the two of them revolves Galan’s training to join and eventually take control of The Blackbird Organization. Dmitri believes that requires firm discipline and training and little coddling. If Galan is to lead The Blackbirds, he needs to toughen up. Because of these ideas their relationship resembles more of a subordinate and master, than a father and son.

Iliad City: A Magical RP in an Original World (Resuming)

dropping my ping here, will work on my char soon!

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Im super Interested! As for my answers to your questions

I have a concept in mind for an Older Character, and i prefer swinging that way personally. If the group vote swings the other way though I can make either age group work.

And I think it’d be cool if everyone had their own experience. Weird place vibes are dope, and it could make for cool roleplay moments; characters sharing notes about their own experiences

NEOTOKYO: State of Disarray [Open]

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Chris watched as the weepy one said something to the person with Broken english. He watched them tense, and begin playing with their dress, she then glanced at Chris and began talking to him as well.
”Chris, I have to say what you are wearing is a bit old. But you do look good in it, kinda feels like something my father would wear if he was in a nostalgic mood.”

He glared at her for a moment. Was she trying to compliment him? Was she calling him old? Chris couldn’t really tell, but he adjusted his tie and cleared his throat, replying quickly while not really taking his eye off Broken English.

“Can’t tell if you’re calling me old, or if you’re hitting on me, but since you mentioned im reminding you of your daddy, i’m going to hope you’re just calling me old.” He said with a smirk as he patted Chelsea on the shoulder.

“I’m sure your old man is a good guy.”

Chris then watched as the person who spoke to him in Broken English seemed to visibly relax when he smiled at them. They took Chris’s cigarette and before he could take out his lighter to offer it to him they dug into their chest and took out their own.

“Well shit, fair enough.” Chris said with an approving nod as he pocketed his lighter the person properly introduced themselves to him.

"I'm Margo"

“Nice to meet you Margo.” Chris said taking a long drink of his tea.

"Chris, you are such cool guy" Margo said with a chuckle "You look like a Ken"

Ken doll? Odd comparison.Maybe it was a cultural thing? Or maybe Margo was as weird as weepy. Time would tell Chris decided as Margo continued.

"Cuz your head must be just as empty"

Chris choked on the tea he was drinking as Margo finished talking. Without missing a beat Chris put his tea saucer down and took out his own cigarette, remarking with a chuckle.

“My Ex wife would agree with that statement.”

He nudged Margo and shook his head, chuckling as he began to reach into his pocket for his lighter. Just as he was about to light his cigarette he heard the voice of Takashi scolding him and Margo about smoking. He wanted to reply, but decided against it. He’d have time to make jabs at his expense later.

“Yeah no problem chief. No smoking at the Tea party.”

He’d tuck the cigarette into the pocket of his dress shirt and nudged Margo to do the same.

“We can share a smoke later Margo, toss it for now huh?”

Chris sat in silence for a while, listening to the people around him talk. For whatever reason the kid seemed to be trying to pitch some tech to the group. The kid was kind enough to talk about it in English and Japanese, so Chris tried to follow what he was saying. The boy was smart, Chris couldn’t deny it. It unsettled him even. He couldn’t have been much older than his son, and there he was, talking about cutting edge tech with what could probably be some of the deadliest people in the world right now.

Was it the father in him? That made him worry about Ashton as much as he was maybe. Chris tried not to think about it much as he locked eyes with the beautiful woman he saw speaking to Takashi earlier in the event. She seemed to have noticed Chris and Margo when Takashi called them out for smoking. Her smile put Chris at ease for a moment as she spoke to him.

"Welcome to the NSF Chris. I look forward to getting to know you better."

Chris raised an eyebrow and grinned.

“Damn, I love to hear a lady say that. Why don’t you start with your name sweetheart, I haven’t had the pleasure of hearing it yet.” Chris said with a grin as he listened to her turn her attention to Margo.

"And Margo darling, I didn't forget about you. Your sense of style is striking as always, you need to share tips with me! In fact you and I are going to schedule a shopping trip sometime, my treat. And I'm not going to hear any arguments about it!"

These words gave Chris pause. He couldn’t quite place it but the words spoken felt like they were dressed up to be sweet, but he they put him off all the same. Shopping trip her treat? Were Margo and her long time friends, or did she have that kind of cash on hand to spend? Either way it felt way too nice for a coworker type relationship. Maybe it was the culture? Chris figured time would tell.

He stretched then, and checked his watch. Chris didn’t really know how long tea parties lasted, but he wanted to visit the city before long. He turned to Margo, nudging them and speaking slowly again so that they would understand.

“Hey listen Margo, you’re from this city. You mind taking me around a little later? I got a few things I need to buy and I need a guide. Do me a solid?”

@Smike@GoreLore@Landaus Five-One@Letter Bee@GrizzTheMauler

NEOTOKYO: State of Disarray [Open]

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By the time the Tea party had entered its full swing, Chris had resigned himself to sitting in silence. People were speaking to one another in Japanese, so Chris couldn’t make heads or tails of any of it. He picked at a slice of Apple pie and took a drink of his Tea as he glanced around for any waiter staff. He wanted some whiskey to spike his tea with.

‘God.. Just a little whiskey to get through this.’ Chris thought to himself as he frowned, no such luck for him. Nobody was around to take his request.

‘Soon as I get into the city, I need to buy a flask.. Never hurts to have your own supply.’ Chris thought to himself, and he stayed thinking to himself for a while until a voice to his right called his attention. It was English.

It was the kid who was dressed better than Chris. He introduced himself and listed some of the accolades Chris looked the young man over with a raised eyebrow. He was a cyber-security specialist, and apparently a good enough one to crack the NSF system. Chris didn’t doubt him, on account of him being there, but he couldn’t help but be skeptical of the kid. All smiles, and natural talent with computers doesn’t correlate into keeping your nerve in a gunfight, or pulling the trigger on somebody you’re looking in the eye. Something Churned in Chris’s stomach then, as he let his mind wander for a moment, what was it? Worry for the kid? For himself if he needed to go on mission with him? Chris couldn’t be sure.

“Nice to meet you son, Hell of a portfolio, real impressive.” Chris smiled at the kid and nodded for a moment before he asked his next question.

“So, what was up with the reported incidents a while ago? I want to know your side of the story.”

Chris gave the kid his best poker face, but on the inside he was annoyed, whoever that driver was,he was a real dick writing out that report. Chris shrugged his shoulder and smiled politely at the kid, deciding to play it dumb at the tea party.

“No clue what you’re talking about son, what incidents?” Chris then turned his attention to his coat pocket and pulled out another cigarette, holding it in between his fingers he considered excusing himself to go take a smoke break when he felt a pat on his shoulder, turning to face the source he saw a man..Or a woman, a man in transition?

“Wow super cool Smoke guy!” And then the person in front of him smiled widely, with an odd proud look in their eye. Chris couldn’t help but feel touched by this person approaching him this way. There they were, didn’t know English at all, but still trying to engage him in conversation. Chris appreciated the effort so he turned more in his seat to face them, smiling. He took care to speak a little slower and more pronounced so that nothing got lost in translation before he said.

“Y’know what? My Japanese is probably worse than your English.” Chris smiled and chuckled. As he held out his pack of cigarettes to the person in front of him.

“Feel free friend, take one. I’m Chris Bell by the way, what’s your name?”