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The Relics (No Plot/Fantasy/Character Driven/Worthy of Skepticism)

Ok, I'll catch up with the IC before making a post.

The Relics (No Plot/Fantasy/Character Driven/Worthy of Skepticism)

Saw the IC and said "Why the heck not?" Tell me if there's any problem.

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Name: Typhus

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Relic Description:

The Crystal Skull

The crystal skull is no bigger than a large coin and it attaches itself to any sword or armor you touch it with. When attached to swords the skull will embed itself in a hilt or handle and give the weapon a crackling field of energy. This energy gives it the ability release a small explosion at opportune times but needs to be recharged for about five minutes. However when added to armor it doesn't do anything but increase the durability of that specific piece.

The major drawback of the skull is that once removed from anything, the effects end almost immediately. A secondary drawback is that when attached, the skull permanently twists the sword or armor into demonic versions of the previous item. This may or may not be detrimental as the change is random and chaotic. However these drawbacks don't particularly bother Typhus, but the distrust and unease he gains from his twisted armor troubles him greatly. Plus it has gotten him in a fair amount of trouble with religious fanatics and seems to be having an adverse effect on his body. Now if he could just get that voice out of his head.

Skills:
Sword & Shield: Ever since he was a boy, Typhus has been trained in the art of combat. In fact you could say it is a crippling overspecialization as he has little more expertise in any other skill. However you can't deny that he is nearly without equal when given a sword and shield. Just...don't ask him to cook, attend parties, dance, babysit, attend therapy, and/or ask for advice.

Armor quirks: Typhus has used his "tainted" armor for so long that he knows every nook and twisted cranny. As such he is fairly unhindered by both its bulk or horns, but the eyes still unnerve him out somewhat.

Diabolic Knowledge: The skull is diabolic in nature and could technically be considered a demon if you stretch out the definition. That being said, the skull will tell Typhus secrets in return for life energy which is reaped from the killing of living things. With every secret the price steepens, eventually he will need to kill hundreds for one.

Background:
Typhus was born into a cult out in the middle of no where. Since the day he could walk he has been trained, molded by the "priest" that he will one day be an agent of devastation and bring down their lords fire upon the worms that walk the earth. At first Typhus beloved him, he wanted to make everyone proud and too bring the fire. However that changed when he met Chianti, a girl living in one of the towns that he planned to raid as a form of test. In all honesty, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. After that he began to spend less time with the cult and secretly see her.

Soon, however, the cult caught onto what he was doing and captured Chianti. When Typhus found her, the cult gave him an ultimatum. Kill the girl, or be exiled from the cult. Conflicted with what to do, Typhus felt his obligation to the cult outweighed any personal feelings for some woman. What he did next he instantly regrets. He made it quick and painless but when the cult leader began to praise him for his deed, Typhus snapped. Taking his blade he killed everyone. Even the masters of the sword were no match for Typhus' rage.

In the end, Typhus was the lone victor upon a kingdom of corpses. With nothing left to do or live for, Typhus contemplated falling on his sword before a voice called to him. It was like velvet and steel all at once, it was just like Chianti's voice. Moving to the source, Typhus found a small crystal in the shape of a skull and picked it up. Apparently he had "earned" enough souls to gain two answers. The first question was, "What are you?" and the skull answered. His second question was "What do I do now?", the skull answered with "Go south, challenge worthy foes, fight." With no other skill to use, Typhus decided to fallow the advice of the skull and has been on the move since.

Appearance: Standing 6'5 and with the bulk of a bull, Typhus casts an intimidating shadow. His body is covered in scars from many years of battle and he isn't afraid to show them off, its a matter of pride. Typhus' face would be considered attractive if not for several things. The continued use of the skull has lead to a bleeding effect of sorts from his twisted gear to his body. His skin has taken the color of coal and his eyes glow with an internal fire. Thankfully he hasn't grown horns or a third eye but his teeth seem to be getting sharper.

Motivation: For now, all Typhus wants is challenging battles. With his original purpose gone, he has done the only thing he knows how to and that is to fight. If he deems it worthy enough he will join others in their quest.

Theme Song:

Titans of Earth

Or Yog for that matter.

Titans of Earth

I wonder where Sara is?

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

I'll work on adding Harena to the post later, its super late on my end and I'm tired.

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

Tarkus

The earth started to rumble and shake as an earthquake ripped through the volcanic peaks to the far north. However the true culprit made himself known as Tarkus ripped through the earth in a shower of lava and stone, giving a mighty roar that could be heard for hundreds of miles. Shaking his massive body of any lava that may have gotten stuck in between his scales, Tarkus gave a massive sigh as he began to leave his little bath. It was a practice he had picked up hundreds of years ago, the lava would burn away any parasites that would find their way onto his skin. However after several hundred years of this practice most of his scales had lost the shine they had and instead were replaced with hardened rock that added to his already fearsome visage.

Now that he was out and about, Tarkus began to search for something to eat. Idly, Tarkus realized that he hadn't eaten anything in months and it was becoming apparent. Thankfully he didn't have to eat much, if he was like the smaller dragons than he would most likely destroy whole ecosystems in his hunger. No, he just needed one solid meal every six months or so which gave him a lot of time for other things, like art. A new favorite of his was to carve great works of art into the earth with his great talons, however only beings with flight could see the whole picture. Otherwise they just looked like trenches that went on for miles.

Unfurling his great wings, Tarkus took flight with several mighty flaps and was off. For a dragon his size, he went at a decent pace that would easily keep up with even the fastest dragons. As he soared through the skies, the volcanic landscape of his home falling behind him, Tarkus flew over towards the oceans in search of a beast suitable for his hunger. After several hours of flight, Tarkus found himself on the open ocean and began to scan it for available food. However all he could find were whales and he wasn't about to eat those, they were too gentle to be considered food. Tarkus was about to give up when he saw a commotion.

Passing over a human ship, Tarkus saw that it was being assailed by great tentacles that seemed intent on causing a great ruckus. A Kraken, that will do. Circling around the boat, Tarkus angled himself downwards before extending his forearms in front of him. Letting out a titanic roar, Tarkus shook the Kraken and most likly caused a mass bowel release from the already terrified sailors before grabbing the offending squid and lifting it up into the air.

After a brief struggle, Tarkus carried off his catch to a more stable place to eat.

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Several days later, Tarkus found himself close to the tribe that hosted the festival. With a sigh, Tarkus hoped that no one challenged him to a fight. He had been in too many conflicts as of late to be interested at all for any more. However he was looking forwards to meeting someone, it was about time he did. Plus, its what Vasarah would have wanted him to be happy and he was currently being the opposite locked up in his ash lands.

With a shake of the head, Tarkus came upon the border of the tribe's field. Flying inside the tribe Tarkus soared over many dragons, most almost all much smaller than him. After about half a minute of flying, Tarkus found a clearing and landed with a heavy thud that sent a rumble through the earth. With a grimace, Tarkus hoped that nothing important broke. After flying for so long, Tarkus stretched out and decided to lay down for a bit before trying to join any conversations.

Titans of Earth

Also as soon as another person posts I'll get the fight club started.

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

I'm workin on a post as we speak.

Titans of Earth

I was just thinking of broken hands and maybe a foot. Maybe some burns.

League of Assassins

Well Fen is a student.