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Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy)

@Blackstripe

Sixteen is reasonable.

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy)

@Ignis Sanat

Fair enough.

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy)

I might be interested in making a monster, if that's allowed. Been a while since I decided to take the time to RP.

Question. Do young monsters go to school with humans? I kind of wanted wanted to make your friendly neighborhood vigilante kid, who is, in fact, a monster. A magical type monster.

I am expecting discrimination from others, and drama.

@Blackstripe

The Rise of Azure [18+]

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☀ Interactions: @Cio @Shard@CMDR Melander
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Saranja wasn't able to stop herself smiling at the humble reaction the dreamsage had taken, as well as her readiness to provide in Umbra's intangible shopping list. "Would that we were of great enough import to offer you our own wagon, but we travel the roads on foot." She looked down pointedly at her hooves, and the paws of Umbra levitating off the ground. "In a manner of speaking." She took a pause for a moment, her gaze looking past (though not really focusing on anything) the green tiefling to glance at her wagon. "Not that I am one to trade in promises and bargains, but should we manage to fit the wagon to the wheel, may we share the road? If we are to be lost it is always better to be lost in good company." She tangled her horns into Umbra's own at that statement, as a quite obvious sign of affection.

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Teya held back a look of surprise at being proposed such an offer. The tiefling looked at Saranja at first, then at Umbra, rather unsure of which one of them to address as she spoke. The goat lady was very much blindfolded, so would she even notice? Or was there magic at play? Teya glanced at her broken wagon wheel behind them.
"Oh? Well, there's always room on my wagon, should you need a lift!" Teya assured, holding the two dream jars close to her chest as she nodded excitedly. "It might be a bit cramped inside, as I hold most my equipment and belongins there, but there's enough room for all of us," the dreamy tiefling added as she motioned to the back of the carriage filled with so many odd accessories and artifacts stacked up on each other that it seemed like a minor safety hazard.
"Of course, if you were kind enough to help me I'd also offer you my homebrew dream tea. Or... perhaps an iced dream tea, as the weather is what it is," Teya mused. "I'm sorry, that's about all I can offer for your help..."

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Umbra was quite surprised by the crafty tiefling, where she presented two of the most difficult ingredients, and so quickly. If honesty played a part in this, the fae had not expected them able to procure the required materials for the spell, at hand. As it was, Dark Magic revolved around life and death. Spells like the Dark Mending, which was described in Umbra Nox's spellbook, stretched itself outside the allowed confines of black magic. As such, it required physical ingredients to construct that bridge, one could say. No spell of the dark kind would manage a solution to broken objects, of the non-organic sort, one might add, without extended ingredients.

Feeling a tingle of warmth making its way down his spine, suddenly, Umbra rubbed his fuzzy cheek against Saranja, a response to her affectionate statement of physical proportions. She was a cuddly sort, indeed, and as the fates had turned, so was the prince. "Firstly..," the prince spoke, a playful lick of his small, pink tongue tracing its way across Saranja's cheek. "Coat me with a layer of surprise, I did not expect you to produce two of the ingredients, and with such haste," he spoke, scratching the tip of his snout. "Secondly, I happen to be in a position where I can..," Umbra cleared his throat, "expend a serving of virgin's locks," he confessed. "Additionally, I am unaware of this.., Dream Tea. Very well, you have intrigued me," the prince reached for a small, ornate dagger at his belt, under no circumstances considered an actual weapon. Drawing it, he cut a lock of raven, black hair from his head, and returned the blade to where it had rested. "Do you both happen to have life-granters still drawing breath?"

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Saranja wordlessly answered the question by untangling her horns from Umbra, and then placing her hand onto the tip of his, dragging her palm down it roughly to bleed. "I am a child of the stars, a daughter of Fate, and while there are Three that still draw breath, it would be wrong to say they were ever a parent to me." She said, in a complete non-answer, though held her bleeding palm for Umbra to collect from. The blood of a seer, a satyr and an orphan, all in one! She wondered if that made for a potent reagent, or if she put too much stock into her own importance.. It wasn't as if any one of the three were too outlandish and rare, but the combination itself still made her smile.

It might have looked odd to the other two, since upon thinking about this, she'd spaced out a little bit, and was just holding her palm out while smiling brightly to herself as blood dripped down her palm and across her forearms. It contrasted with her skin in the same sort of way that the rest of her ritual markings did. "We do make for quite an odd trio, don't we?" She said, suddenly. She then frowned a little to herself. "My apologies if anyone else was speaking, I was away with the fairies, so to speak." She smiled at her own little wordplay, though her gaze once again directed to the back of the wagon. "I have so many questions wriggling under my skin. But they can wait. A rest, a mending and a journey will each do wonders in helping me refine them."

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Teya chuckled at being able to surprise a royal. She would've lied if she had said the thought didn't spark a sense of pride in her.
Hear that, my dearest Dream Weaver? I've impressed a prince, Teya spoke in her mind, feeling a familiar tingly feeling in response. The tiefling hoped she had made her deity happy, smiling despite herself.
The conversation turned to the tiefling's tea offer then, and the prince expressed interest in that as well. Teya simply hummed excitedly in response, only to be taken aback by the goat lady using the prince's horn to pierce her own palm to get the last ingredient.
Teya, too, would count an orphan now, she realised. Her father had died before she'd become of age, and her mother? Well... she'd never been there. But Teya considered herself quite lucky despite all this, having her patron there, looking out for her. The tiefling didn't remember feeling alone as long as the Dream Weaver was there, looking over.
"How shall I prepare the ingredients I have? Do you mind them being jarred, or would that somehow disturb the ritual?" Teya asked Umbra all the while she was cradling the two jars in her arms. "I ask because... Well, nevermind that. Just... are you able to perform the spell with the ingredients contained?" the young tiefling wondered with a worried look, the jewellery on her horns clinking together lightly as she tilted her head to the side. Teya offered the two jars to Umbra, placing them with him gently.
"Treat them with caution, they're sensitive... I mean, um, just... be careful," she instructed out of habit and maybe a bit out of fear. It was not often that Teya trusted any dreams in the hands of those who were not educated on how to handle them. Even if it was a prince she was trusting them to, it did make Teya nervous. She wouldn't want him to be sloppy and accidentally unleash a widow's worst nightmare on himself.

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"They can remain, as they are," Umbra returned, as a claw extended. Dark energy began to sizzle, ever so softly, atop his digit, moving along every motion, as if the prince was holding a pen. He began to draw, in the air, a symbol. With the first motion, Saranja's blood levitated, and formed a circle around the symbol as it was being drawn. When the dark magician had been offered the two ingredients afforded him by the tiefling, he extended his remaining, free hand.

Mimicking the motions of the first, dark energy began emitting from his claw. In lamen's terms, one could consider it a sorcerer's ink, used to perform Dark Magic. It was what allowed the realms of Dark and that of Gaia, the earth they inhabited, to share a bond, for a brief moment as the spell took hold. The prince's claw lightly tapped its way onto the lid of a jar, and then again, and again. He was knocking on it. Eventually, the nightmare within was knocking back, wanting to be let out. Though he was asked to be careful, Umbra casually opened the lid, and the Nightmare flew out of its prison, slithering its way into Saranja's blood trail, joining the circle. This process was repeated for the opposing dream, the hopes of a child.

Finally, Umbra tossed his severed hair into the ritual, as he finished drawing the circle. It would be wise to add that the ambidexterity performed in this manner required many, many failures. Luckily, enough of them had happened, for Umbra to prevent further disaster.., otherwise caused by himself.

The strands soaked up every drop of blood, every fragment of essence, before at his behest, wrapped themselves around the wheel, putting the pieces together. It was, as if, the hair then melted into the newly repaired, and fully functional device. "There, we are," Umbra nodded, rubbing his small, clawed hands together.

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She took this mostly in stride, though shook her head by the end of it. "So very different to the naked prancing in streams and woods that I'm used to for ritual magic. Whatever happened to good fey values?" She said, clearly in jest by the way the wide smile claimed her face so readily. She stretched out wide, a few cracks sounding out as she gave a soft flex and resumed her comfortable slump again. "You will keep an eye out for any signs as we pass by, won't you my dearest ward?" She said, facing Umbra. "While we are both very good at being lost it wouldn't do for us to be found by less endearing types than our wonderful dreamseller here, especially not with the precious things she holds within this humble wagon." She took a pause, then facing the green tiefling again. "You haven't given us a name to use yet, and I've learned that it's a social faux-pas to say someone's name before they've introduced it." She said, as if that made any sense whatsoever.

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Teya observed the ritual from the side, silver eyes big and curious. The moment Prince Umbra opened the jar's lid, however... a little yelp escaped the green tiefling's mouth.
"No don't open the-" she began with a hand outstretched, only to sigh when the worst didn't happen. The tiefling watched with careful expression as the prince completed the spell, mending the broken wheel completely. Still, what she felt wasn't joy, but a slowly fleeting sense of dread. Had it been in her nature, she would've scolded the young prince for meddling with things he didn't know about. He'd been really lucky, no doubt.
"That could've ended so much worse, uh, your...  highness," Teya supplied, breathless from the anticipation. Indeed, Umbra had been very lucky, regardless of how skilled he might be, dreams were feeble creatures capable of the most unexpected twists, especially in the hands of someone who hadn't grown up handling their physical manifestation. What had she been thinking, wasting dreams like that? For her own use, no less? Teya shook her head and put her hands together in a humble apology for the Dream Weaver, apologising for her foolishness. Dreams were much more valuable than that, and Teya had sworn she would treat them with respect.
As Teya finished her apology, she allowed herself to move on and turn to examine the newly fixed wagon wheel with an admiring look on her face.
"It's exactly like it was before, if not better! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Teya sing sang, her hand skimming along the rim of the wheel. Then the tiefling paused, something not seeming right with her. The goat lady, specifically.
"I'm sorry, ma'am... how- why'd you- did you call me a dream seller? 'Cause that's - that is, not what I do, or... In a way, I suppose, but... Oh my dreams! You are... a seer, yes, you mentioned! Pardon me. I am... Teya. Teya Dreamster, in your service," Teya introduced herself to end a long and incoherent monologue, doing a small curtsey with her tail perking up gleefully. "Would you like a refreshment for your troubles now or on the way to the unknown?"

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Raising a brow at Saranja, the prince eventually managed a smirk, and shook his head. "Ah, my dear," he stated, brushing spindly fingers through the thickness of his raven bangs, "I shall aspire to view the course of magic, as it dances a path across my sight.., laid bare and freed of the obfuscation warranted by cloth." He would then shift his attention to the wagon, once more placing one leg over the other, as he leaned back. "Accompanying our new ally appears to be a decision founded in logic," he stated. However, as Teya began speaking to him, and appeared more than a little rattled, Umbra's expression remained motionless, as it so often did. Sometimes, it was theorized that he had the one, and on the best of days, different variations of it. "Chaos is generally fun, and quite the interesting playmate," the prince shrugged, thumbing at Saranja, "this one can see things," he continued. Then, he paused, considering his statement. That did not come out right, at all. However, he found it humorous, and left it. Yes, Saranja could see things. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, and all that," Umbra Nox stated, gently rubbing his fingers together, "Teya of house.., Dreamster," he raised a brow, trying to wrap his head around the name. It was an odd handle, but quite the charming one.

"We should be on our way. I believe Mother insisted on the trade routes growing more dangerous, the longer you remain idle," Umbra sighed, rubbing his forehead, "and I would consider myself in good fortune, if she chooses to tailor a new dress, in lieu of calling for me.., again." The fae rolled his eyes, a claw idly tapping the dimly glowing, grey crystal attached to his bracelet. They could surely imbibe in Teya's offer for tea, while riding along.

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"I meant no offense, I assure you. I did not mean to make you out to be some peddler of something so precious." She said, apologetically to the green tiefling, dipping her head ever so slightly. "Thank you again for agreeing to take us along, though I am a veteran wanderer there is only so much you can do before the hooves ache and the fur sticks." She held a hand to her heart, decidedly keeping the bleeding palmed one at her side, drip-dropping away onto the floor below. She didn't seem to mind. "I think we should indulge when we come to a rest for the night - not that I am trying to overstate our boundaries or indeed overstay our welcome, just that it would be difficult to do so while journeying on, and inadvisable to stay in one place on the roads, as both said well by Queen Nox and quoted by my dear Prince here."

Teya smiled in response and nodded softly, seeming to accept the explanation. She chose to ignore the Prince's attempt at figuring her last name out, just smiling at the cute confusion. Tiefling names were a very peculiar subject, one that not many others fully understood.
"Well then, shall we get going?"

Saranja breathed out softly, and joined the dreamy tiefling onto the wagon along with Umbra. Maybe seating him on her lap.

Maybe.

And so, they were off.

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The Rise of Azure [18+]

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💀 Interaction - _{@CMDR Melander@Cio}

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A creature of night, Umbra did not find himself getting along with the celestial body above, that of which surface dwellers called the sun. Indeed, the young prince, young for a fae, one might add, had been traveling along with Saranja, his trusted friend, for quite a notable amount of time, by this point. The sun was not an unknown concept, sadly, and thus, Umbra was often times forced to cast a spell which obfuscated him from the piercing rays of an unforgiving orb, of embers. It was a simple spell, one harnessing the dark energies within to create a parasol, of sorts, which covered the caster's frame. Taking the shape of a dim outline which circled the prince, one would sooner point out the black energies carrying him above ground. Why, pray tell, would a fairy prince dirty his feet upon the path of dirt, and muck? A ridiculous proposition, truly.

His garb would quite clearly depict the prince's status, with blacks and silvers intertwining and slithering together in a fantastical display. Umbra wore a black vest upon his scrawny, lithe chest, which remained buttoned in a noble fashion, hugging his torso tightly, but also, comfortably. In the silken fabric, silver decorations rowed the regalia, clearly an expensive piece of art. He would be honored to say, that he had tailored the piece, himself. Following suit, the prince wore a pair of baggy pants, inspired by the desert fashion of the southern pearls. They moved down to his ankles where they hugged the slender appendages, and left his paws bare, for why would he wear shoes? His four claws would make the feat quite difficult, and he rarely ever graced surfaces with his physical presence. They would have to make do with the mere sight, of him. "Is that a tiefling, I see?" Umbra tilted his head, clawed hands plucking the strings of a lute clearly made to match his clothes. Anything else would be unacceptable. "Well..," the prince began, turning to look at Saranja, a claw rising to scratch the tip of his snout, "it would only be customary to offer a meal, a song and.., oh, we have no castle, now do we?" The prince looked from right to left, as if seeking one, with little luck.

He placed one leg over the other and leaned back, in the air, as if he was sitting on a chair. No, a throne. The expression on Umbra's face would consider him bored, in almost all circumstances. However, this was not case. Indeed, the prince was merely cursed with the persistent state of a resting bitch visage. Lazily motioning towards the broken wheel upon their guest's, for yes, that was what she was, carriage, the prince rubbed his chin, in thought. "There might be a spell for this in here.., somewhere..," he began, rummaging through a shoulder bag he wore. From it, the prince produced a book, a grimoire, to be precise. "It's not made of bones, is it? Hm..," he continued to flip through the pages, tracing a claw across the magical runes inscribed on each. "Aha, here we go. Dark Mending," Umbra snapped his fingers, triumphant, "we will need the blood of an orphan, the locks of a virgin, the hopes of a child, and the sadness of a widow. Simple."

The Rise of Azure [18+]

I made Tenebrae.

City of Angst

🌑 Location
🌓 Tenebrae is located deep beneath the earth.
🌓 Due to its location, it is incredibly difficult to reach Tenebrae without a portal.
🌓 If one aims to find Tenebrae by foot, a guide is recommended.

🌑 Inhabitants
🌓 Faries - Aristocracy/Royalty.
🌓 Other Fae - Upper class.
🌓 Magical Creatures - Middle class.
🌓 Non-Magical Creatures - Lower class.

🌑 Archetiecture
🌓 Tenebrae's architecture utilizes many of the massive stone pillars surrounding it.
🌓 Buildings are built into the stone, as their foundations.
🌓 Gothic is a good description of their appearance.
🌓 Crystals are used for a myriad of different appliances, and decor.
🌓 Generally, the higher up you live towards the cave ceiling, the richer you are.
🌓 Magic is the base and fundamental source for everything, in every building, within Tenebrae.

🌑 Aristocracy
🌓 Queen - Nox, the Arch Fey.
🌓 Princes - Umbra, Sombra, Gloom.
🌓 General - Lady Dusk.
🌓 Grand Mage - Lady Somnus.
🌓 Ambassador - Lady Nocturne.

🌑 Culture
🌓 Tenebrae is a city of dark beauty, magic, and music.
🌓 It is a city of ballroom dancing, magical displays, and fashion.
🌓 In Tenebrae, a great deal of import is placed on a person's magical aptitude.
🌓 Those without magic aren't allowed beyond the commons district.
🌓 Hospitality is expected from guests and hosts, alike.
🌓 Manners are incredibly important, as a lack of it can lead to punishment.
🌓 The only kind of magic which isn't allowed within Tenebrae is light-based magic.
🌓 Slavery was recently disallowed because Nox found it 'distasteful'.
🌓 Due to the infinite lifespan of a fairy, reproduction, and heirs are generally an afterthought.
🌓 Sexuality in Tenebrae puts a heavy emphasis on romance.
🌓 Within the royal family and the aristocracy, age is no longer a concept once you are considered mature.
🌓 Religion is banned in Tenebrae.
🌓 While generally accepting of visitors, Tenebrae demands adaptation to their rules, culture, and regulations.
🌓 If one aims to move into Tenebrae, one has to be invited by someone from the Middle Class and up.

🌑 Wealth
🌓 Tenebrae is a city of riches.
🌓 Most of its income comes from crystal mining.
🌓 These white, black and grey crystals are beautiful in themselves, but all have an affinity for enchantment.

🌑 Eco System
🌓 In Tenebrae, there are animals and plants like on the surface.
🌓 However, much like its architecture, everything growing in the area around the city appears to maintain a greyscale level of color.
🌓 It is believed that the heavy magical energies in the city has lead to this.
🌓 Fruit and meat are the most common food sources in Tenebrae.

🌑 Trade
🌓 Most of the trade relies upon the crystals native to Tenebrae.
🌓 The city is also known for selling magical services, mainly of a darker nature.
🌓 Fashion is another thing Tenebrae excels at and sells a lot of high-quality outfits to the aristocracy.

🌑 Military
🌓 Tenebrae's military is mainly built on mages.
🌓 Lower class citizens are trained in martial prowess.

🌑 Technology
🌓 Everything in Tenebrae is run on its magical crystals.
🌓 These crystals are incredibly good for storing magic and for enchanting.
🌓 One special attribute is that these crystals are able to transform Dark Magic into an energy source for various quality of life effects.
🌓 They are used for long-distance communication, building portals, maintaining homes and much more.

🌑 Images

🌓 Queen Nox

🌓 Prince Umbra

🌓 General Dusk

🌓 Grand Mage Somnus

🌓 Ambassador Nocturne

🌑 Theme Song
🌓 "Welcome, to the Crystal City."

The Rise of Azure [18+]

@Ephemeral

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The Rise of Azure [18+]

@Allycat

This was my first idea for my character. I think I'd have more fun with this version.

Umbra

👻 Nickname
💀 Nocturne.

👻 Age
💀 Being a fairy, Umbra does not age.
💀 However, among his people, Umbra is considered a young adult.
💀 For those putting emphasis on age, Umbra would be in his early twenties, accounting for experience and maturity.

👻 Gender
💀 Male.
💀 It is quite difficult to tell, however, what gender Umbra is.
💀 Other fairies would have no issue recognizing him as male.

👻 Sexuality
💀 Homosexual.

👻 Race
💀 Necrotic Fairy.

👻 Personality
💀 Umbra is self-sufficient.
💀 He is curious.
💀 Bravery would be a fitting trait, for this fey.
💀 Like most of his species, he is not above pulling a prank, or two.
💀 Umbra is easily distracted.
💀 Though sweet and kindhearted when he wants to be, Umbra is generally quite sassy.
💀 As a proud fairy, he is easy to offend.
💀 Impulsive. Umbra is very impulsive.
💀 Somewhat of a hopeless romantic, Umbra is not above speaking in poetic terms.
💀 He is lazy, very lazy.
💀 Umbra can often be found sleeping in weird places. Umbra loves sleeping.
💀 He loves chaos, and would not dream of denying the fact.
💀 Though he looks cute and harmless, Umbra can be rather aggressive.
💀 Perhaps less so than many of his people, Umbra does somewhat see other races as lesser.
💀 Umbra considers creatures without magic savage neanderthals.
💀 He loves singing and prefers softer ballads.
💀 Adventuring is not only fun but also somewhat of an addiction.
💀 Staying in one place for too long makes Umbra restless.
💀 He demands good table manners.
💀 Considering how he can't lie, Umbra is viciously blunt.
💀 Umbra thinks humans are entertaining. Like dancing monkeys.

💀 Generally, Umbra is a very laid back person.
💀 He is difficult to rock off his feet and maintains a calm demeanor.
💀 However, though he is calm and serene, most of the time, he can be considered almost apathetic.
💀 Umbra has a difficult time seeing most issues as noteworthy.
💀 He loves cute, fuzzy animals.

👻 Background
💀 Umbra was born the third son of fairy aristocracy.
💀 The fairy court he was born in, is called the Tenebrae Court.
💀 Throughout his life, it was expected of him to master magic and a more creative side.
💀 Fairy politics were a common part of his life.
💀 Coming from aristocracy, Umbra has lived a very wealthy life, in both currency and luxury.
💀 Having two twin brothers whom he grew up with, Umbra was placed in a very competitive environment since birth.
💀 While Umbra was urged to maintain a neutral stance on the surrounding world, beyond the fairy court, he was obligated to know of the development.
💀 As a part of Umbra's never-ending education, he was sent into the surrounding world to learn of its strife, if only as an observer.

💀 This is where Umbra was urged to leave his home, along with his brothers. A pursuit of experience.
💀 Though he is unsure of how old he is, Umbra has managed to meet countless creatures of varying species throughout his travels.
💀 He took a liking to the harbor city due to its vastly colorful nature.
💀 It was where he spent most of his time, a melting pot of culture.
💀 Umbra has come across a few romantic prospects, but nothing which lasted.
💀 Again, as a part of his education, Umbra was tasked to care for himself, by means of earning a job.
💀 Due to this, Umbra managed to acquire a position as a mage's assistant.
💀 It was quite embarrassing at first, serving someone else, but it was a humbling experience.
💀 Currently, Umbra works alongside his employer, teacher, and master in a potion shop.
💀 On his free time, he studies magic with the mage he works for.
💀 He is very often tasked with finding ingredients for potions, which warrants a lot of adventuring.

👻 Appearance
💀 Being a fairy, Umbra has a rather exotic appearance.
💀 He appears fuzzy, clearly, with a pair of curved horns atop his head, and a long, slender tail on his lower back.
💀 Incredibly thin, and slender, Umbra weighs a meager thirty pounds.
💀 He stands at an impressive four feet.
💀 Atop his fingers and toes, Umbra has small, black claws.
💀 The whites of Umbra's eyes are black, and his irises are grey.
💀 Umbra's body appears to be without blemishes, tattoos or scars.
💀 He typically wears loosely fitting, comfortable clothes.
💀 Like a true fairy, he does not mind showing skin, or fur, in his case.
💀 Umbra's fur shifts between black and grey across his body, in intricate designs.
💀 It is warm to the touch.
💀 He does not seem to have wings, which is a feature people often associate with fairies.
💀 When using his powers, which is rather frequently, Umbra is surrounded by black, glittering energy.
💀 Umbra is generally seen with accessories such as gems and trinkets hanging from his clothes.
💀 It is common to see him with fingerless leather gloves.

💀 Where he appears to look rather androgynous to non-fairies, Umbra's voice follows along the same theme.
💀 Umbra sounds very melodic when he speaks, and has a relaxed, laid back and soft voice.
💀 He seems to be surrounded by the scent of flowers, which is a natural pheromone, despite his nature of dark magic.
💀 Beneath the moonlight, his fur and hair can be seen glimmering.
💀 Umbra has four fingers on each hand and four clawed toes.
💀 Rowing his mouth are several sharp, shark-like teeth.

👻 Allegiance
💀 Umbra does not much care for the conflict.
💀 He is more of an observer and hopes that whatever happens will be an entertaining show.

👻 Abilities

💀 Necrotic Fairy - Necrokinesis

💀 Necrotic Manifestations
🔮 Much like the conjuring of ice and fire, Umbra is able to concentrate his ability into a dangerous force of necrotic energy. The more force Umbra puts into the use of his powers, the more rapid the necrosis spreads and takes hold, much like a burn. The ability forces organic matter to rot, withering like a flower. It is a gut-wrenching sight for those unused to it, indeed. The energy will damage any organic tissue it comes in contact with immediately upon impact, and will seep through fabric.


💀 Necrotic Puppet
🔮 Perhaps the most disturbing of Umbra's repertoire. Upon using his powers, Umbra is able to infect a dead brain with his virus-like ability, taking control of a corpse. This newly reanimated puppet can perform simple tasks, and follows mentally projected instructions given by its master. If the brain stem is damaged, these husks promptly die, and cannot be animated again. While immune to the physical emotion of pain, they are by no means immune to damage. These puppets have the same physical aptitude that they had in life, but cannot use any mental or energy based powers they might have had.

💀 Necrotic Fairy - Flight.
🔮 Though Umbra has no wings, he generally always seen floating.
🔮 When he uses this ability, a dim, glimmering black energy can be seen around him.


💀 Dark Magic - Spellcasting
🔮 Umbra is a mage, and while he prefers to lean against his fairy magic which is a very part of his being, he is able to cast various dark, arcane spells.
🔮 Where Umbra is able to use his fairy magic through a mere effort of will, dark magic requires him to follow strict regulations in order to perform the spells.
🔮 Umbra does not use dark magic in an offensive manner, as his fairy magic takes that slot. Rather, Umbra uses dark magic as a utility.
🔮 While he knows a few spells by heart, he generally requires a spellbook to cast arcane magic.
🔮 To cast a spell, Umbra must draw a magical rune with his finger. This is done with a glimmering, black, magical trail from his claw tip.

👻 Strengths
💀 Umbra has a beautiful singing voice.
💀 His creative side continues, and he is very impressive at drawing.
💀 Finally, Umbra is a tailor and makes all of his own clothes.

👻 Weaknesses
💀 Being a fairy, iron is a bane, for Umbra. If iron comes in contact with his bare skin, it will burn him like white, hot metal.

💀 Umbra's minuscule size might be cute, but it comes at a price. He is incredibly weak, far weaker than most other species. Due to this, his physical strength is laughable.

💀 He cannot wear armor. Other than the weight itself, there is another issue. Wearing too much metal gets in the way of his magic, which will prevent him from using it.

💀 Magical suppression is deadly, for Umbra. Being a creature entirely composed of magic, areas with a suppression field will slowly kill him, as if draining him of air.

💀 As a fairy composed of dark magic, Umbra dislikes the sun, and finds it very uncomfortable. This will make it difficult for him to focus and is very distracting.

💀 If Umbra intends to be out during the day, he will need to either cast a shrouding spell, which cloaks him in a layer of darkness, or he needs to cover his body with cloth and a mask.

💀 Healing magic actually hurts Umbra, and dark magic heals him. Additionally, damage caused by light-based magic can only ever heal through a dark healing spell.

💀 Umbra's powers have no effect on non-biological manner, which makes it useless against golems, and similar constructs.

💀 Due to his nature, Umbra can only cast spells of dark magic, and as such, is locked from using anything derived from other schools.

💀 Umbra's Necrotic Puppets will melt when exposed to sunlight, if they are not protected from it somehow, or completely covered.

💀 Umbra cannot swim.
💀 He has arachnophobia.
💀 He cannot lie, which is a fairy weakness.

👻 Theme Song

💀 "The world is most beautiful, under the moonlight."

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

Stepping out of Wit's End, Willow flinched somewhat at the light which had begun beating down on him. Though he was wearing a mask, with shaded lenses, as well as gloves to cover the exposed flesh of his hands, the shift in lighting was enough to cause discomfort. "Your aversion to the light fucking sucks, Willow," Shade muttered as he leaned closer to the boy, and slapped his arm.

"Shut up," the young mutant protested, "I have like a million attack points, I need to be balanced, somehow," he commented, returning the favour as he slapped the creature's shape, in turn. "Besides, you're the one who acts all emo, all the time."

"Dude, without me, you'd literally be emo! I'm the one who makes us edgy!" Shade retorted, crossing his arms with a huff, "and what would you be without a devil on your shoulder, huh?"

"Stable," Willow returned, without a moment's pause. He proceeded to walk down the plaza, Bob closely following as the boy casually worked on the image in his sketchbook. It was a mask, measurements and several smaller details written out alongside the appropriate section.

"Hey," Shade snapped back to attention, after Willow had raised his eyes towards the crowd surrounding them, "isn't that our favorite little shit?" The creature pointed forward, at a smaller child in the distance.
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This young boy was Micah Barns, a child who had gone through much in the world of the Deviants, just as many others had been forced to endure. As his younger life had been filled with turmoil and loss, Micah had taken it upon himself to escape as much of the negativity as he could. Eventually running from the same orphanage Willow had been a part of, Micah found himself trapped in the Deviant compound.

No way out, and a slight aversion to the idea of joining the DRM, Micah lived out everyday in a similar manner. He would wake up, search for his next meal, depending on if he was able to find something to last him more than one day. Keeping his sleeping place a secret to everyone, even to Willow, it gave the young boy a sense of security, and somewhere he knew he could go should things go awry.

Every day seemed to hold an expectation to Micah. Wake up, find a meal, avoid the sun, and avoid those that liked to pick on and bully the poor boy.
Today he hadn’t been so lucky. There weren’t many that picked on him in the way of adults, but the small number of Deviant children that found a home in the compound, found that throwing Micah around and causing him strife was a fun way to pass time. It was true that those children were probably picked on as well, but Micah was alone. The one person he called a friend was Willow, who he purposely avoided every few days, usually after he had endured beatings from the other children.

Micah couldn’t fight back. Even if he could, the boy wasn’t sure he would. With his Deviant Gene being night based, the boy had his powers only under the light of the moon and the stars. And with the inhibitor chip, this made it so that he hardly had any powers at all.
Sitting on a run-down bench, ignoring passersby and the dirty looks some gave, he held a wet piece of cloth in both hands. It was clear to anyone that he was cleaning his face, but look closer, and he was cleaning a blackened eye, and a few other cuts and bruises that adorned his skin. He didn’t notice Willow at first, as most of his attention was on the rag and his bruises.
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"Holy shit, boy," Shade hissed, "doesn't that just make you so mad, you want to stab a pregnant bitch in the stomach with a fork, and just twist that shit!?" The creature cried out, turning to Willow as he began shaking the mutant boy.

"...you need help," Willow offered with a sigh, "but also, yes," he agreed, seeing Micah on the bench. It was frustrating, in a way, when the smaller child kept the beatings he had endured a secret. The boy was too kind for his own good, and knew full well what Willow would do to those who, in Shade's words, 'fucked with Willow's bitches'. "Micah," came a soft voice as the pale skinned mutant approached the younger teenager, a gloved hand resting at Willow's hip. "Did you walk into a really aggressivly swinging door?" Came a joke from the mutant, his head tilted. With large, obsidian eyes hidden behind the obscurity of his shaded lenses, one could not note his visage beyond Willow's mask, but considering his voice, a smirk was likely what remained plastered on his features. "And does that door want be turned into a puddle, stuffed in an envelope and mailed to their mom?"

"Fuck yes! I love that, let's do it! Yes!" Shade shouted dramatically, "let's fucking do that.., I don't even care if he actually walked into a door. Let's melt someone!"

"Don't let people walk over you," Willow continued, sitting next to Micah on the bench, an arm gently wrapping itself around the smaller boy's shoulder.
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Hearing Willow's voice, Micah felt a sense of relief wash over him. Willow, albeit a somewhat odd friend, was one of Micah's closest friends, and really one of his only friends.
"It's not uh- Yea! It was just a door. I didn't see it closing and I walked right into it." the boy explained, an obvious lie, but a cover-up nonetheless.

"Last week I fell, but this time I promise it was just a door." Despite the boy's best efforts, the bruises and scratches on his face and arms could definitely not be caused by a simple door.
"I, I'm not letting anyone walk on me." Micah was partially telling the truth this time, he was never physically walked on, not by anyone. Suppressed and beaten, that was another story.

Micah had his fair share of secrets, and the identities of the children who always picked on him was one of those secrets. He never once wished harm upon them, despite what they would do to him almost every day. Everyone in the compound struggled, and Micah figured these other kids had their fair share of struggles. Micah didn't want to have anyone solve his problems for him.
"I'm alright Willow, it's fine." he continued as he leaned into Willow while holding the rag over his blackened eye. "
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The Rise of Azure [18+]

It would let the community talk. The OOC seems to be rather vacant.