@Silverstein I'm afraid that your sheet will have to be one of the ones that I put on the back-burner. We can PM if you want to know the specifics, but at the moment I don't believe that I can accept Tiny Tim (despite his wonderful name) into the RP.
Oof. aight we'll discuss it there if that's what you prefer. It must be really serious to have it go through a PM XD
Sorry for dropping by unannounced. In any case here's my submission.
"Hey! lemme go, I'm not some sort of doll you can play with! I'll have you know I'm a vessel of a divine being that your tiny insignificant mind can't even fathom!"
Name: Tiny Timmy (Timodeus Animus Aster Sinistra Blackstar) Race, Age, Time in the Caravan: Halfling, 16, 2 months Height: 4ft flat. Weight: 100lbs Appearance: Just as his nickname implies, Timmy's physical appearance is short and stout, almost like a life-size doll in comparison. He wears these baggy rags that almost cover his entire body and a wizard hat that he never wears off even in his sleep. His face is shrouded in shadow, hiding most of his facial features except for his eyes.
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History: DOOM! FIRE! FATE! STARS!
These are the words to describe the infamous Blackstar lineage. For years, these halflings serve the old god beyond the cosmos, an old religion that seems outlandish even by today's standards.
Their religion is based on the study of astronomy, the probability of events, and worshiping a giant floating ball of flame watching over them from the sky that is similar to the sun. Their history was cut short during the dark ages of Alwyn. Where the old gods, traditions, and religions were purged from the earth, making way for the new.
Timmy's kind has been hunted down and shunted away for the crimes of heresy. Their main temple was violated and destroyed. Their theology began to dwindle and was soon forgotten as the new civilizations and gods began to rise.
Timothy's ancestor is the last survivor of his kin and eventually gave birth to him in a secluded village as the years passed. At a young age, Timmy began to have visions and such, having a connection with this disembodied voice guiding him from time to time and giving him the gift of magic from ancient times. and soon after, He bears the gift of the holy flame, performing miracles, Almost becoming a saint of their village.
In a Joan of Arc-eques fashion, He obeys this disembodied voice without any hesitance, believing it was his destiny.
And his destiny tells him to go forth and travel with a band called 'the Pilgrim's Caravan..' to find the truth.
Strange.
~
Personality:
Tiny Timmy is a firm believer in his foreign god. A small man trying to stand tall in the huge world of Alwyn. Despite being a man of religion and faith, His very vocal and stubborn about things. Timothy has a foul mouth of a sailor and a slight air of arrogance in him.
Motivation: To cleanse the world of its impurities and explore the new world.
Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:
Magic: Astronomy/Probability/Old sun magic
Wrath of the malignant star- Being a prophet of the stars, The Foreign god ******* hears the call of its most favored devotee. With the right conditions, Timothy can summon a falling star from the heavens through a concurrent prayer. A meteor set course to purge his foes within the area. Although this great power comes with a price, He can only use this once each day and has to recharge his body from the fatigue of using his god's authority.
Destiny killer - Tiny Timmy specializes in altering one's fate, A disruption spell sealed in his right eye. Giving his target(s) 'bad luck' that's seemingly impossible to happen on a normal basis. A curse of misfortune that benefits him and spells trouble to his foes.
Cleansing fire - Being a cleric, it's almost a sin not to get a healing spell. but this healing spell has a catch: it requires an offering, a rite of passage of the fire god's judgment. The patient will feel immense pain, a burning sensation, the melting of their skin, and the searing of one's bone before being completely healed of its wounds. Normally, Timmy won't use this spell without the patients' consent. It can also resurrect someone from the brink of death's grasp if the fire god deems them worthy.
Strengths:
Timmy has a vast knowledge of the stars and astronomy and can tell the forecast of the weather with a simple glimpse of the sky. Luck is always on his side(most of the time) His small size can be used to his advantage to sneak past tight places. mostly familiar with the system of magic and science.
Weakness:
fragile spellcaster small size and weight issue lack of actual combat skills His Meteor skill requires a long windy chant to summon.
Equipment
Oblivion Staff- A oak staff that acts as a conduit for his spell.
The all-seeing telescope - A relic of the past, an enhance pocket telescope that sees all things (landscape, hidden anomaly, spirits, and such) within its range.
What They Most Want: What happened during the dark ages of Alwyn
If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be: Lawful Evil Cleric
Three Likes: Devotion, Science and Magic
Three Dislikes: Heathens, Treating him like a toy, Disrespecting his lords' name
Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?: His Mind
Worst Fear: His god/religion would cease to exist.
Favorite Color: Any bright colors
Most Like The Animal: Feline variety.
Favorite Time of Day: Daytime
How They Dress: As long as it's neat and hides most of his face. Timothy doesn't really get to choose his clothes due to the fact it's hard to find something in his size.
Favorite Season: Summer, Ofcourse
What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any): ******* -A Lovecraftian fire-based elder god, Timmy calls it 'Sun god' for simplicity's sake.
What transpires, bumping into Evelyn and meeting with Donovan himself in the halls was not the whole detailed story. Well, not from Leon's perspective at least.
It was rather much more embarrassing and awkward than it should have been!
Leon did bump into her in the halls. Yes, but not the way it's played out to be. The estranged fae was able to perceive the incoming collision before he made contact with her due to his 'danger sense' kicking in.
Rather than making the witch awkwardly fall on her back and look like a heartless jerk in doing so. Leon catches the troubled girl by her waist with his cape. Saving her, preventing the boisterous young lady from greeting the floor with her spine and tailbone.
The whole sequence played out straight from a cheesy romance novel. A fateful encounter between two people; facing each other with their gazes intertwined and bodies locked together for a mere second.
It's pretty dreamy, right? well not exactly..
The rogue elf wasn't exactly prince charming material.
"...." Leon couldn't care less about her and greeted her with the same deadpan look on his face and helps her get back on her feet as soon as Donovan arrived to hash out their mission. And to make matters worst, He didn't even ask if she was okay!
He then held his hand out to Leon; he’d continue his explanation whether the Fae accepted the shake or not.
Leon did reaches out his hand as a means of formality to the entrepreneur and listened to the details the plant owner has to say.
~
As soon as Donavon finished their briefing, Leon simply nodded, turning his attention to the witch.
"By the sound of it, the only possible conclusion I have is that they have a rat in their network to aid these master thieves .. an inside job If you will. " Leon spoke out.
"It's true that kind of magitech is kinda scary, sucking up mana and adding it to their own. It can be beneficial to those who upholds the peace, and harmful to those who use it for personal gain." The fae muttered while recollecting the deal he made with Kiff, no wonder the librarian wants this weaponry, this stuff is potent!
"I assumed we'll be working together, My name is Leon, an esper, I stab people physically and mentally." He nonchalantly introduces himself.
"You should be more careful next time, and collect your thoughts.. you seemed troubled a moment ago. As an esper, my advice is to strengthen your resolve, or else you'll drown in other people's thoughts if you don't focus on your own." Leon said, almost showing empathy to his fellow reaver, Evelyn.
"I don't want this delicate covert mission to go south due to the people I work with aren't 100% emotionally stable." He added. And just like that, the rogue fae ruined a piece of encouraging advice turning it into something mission-oriented. What a strange way to boost one's morale.
@AzureKnight Mission Accepted: Badland Heist (with a totally not shady request from Kiff Luther)
"..."
Leon remains unfazed upon seeing the long-haired man reveal himself. He continues to flip the pages of his book, tracking the words with his eyes unbothered by the librarian's presence sharing a seat in front of him. To Leon, he was just a friendly worker at the Eon tower unintentionally invading his personal space with a little casual chat. It happens right?
His tired half-awake eyes shifted back and forth behind the book in his hand and the man who introduced himself as Kiff, listening to his tangents along with a peculiar proposition that caught his interest.
The Fae notices the more Kiff delves into that request the more he got utterly tense based on his tone as if someone is about to get him. Strange.
"..."
The librarian left in such a hurry leaving the hooded fae with so many baffling questions.
A covert retrieval mission huh? That sounds up to my pay grade.
Also, Did he just play the 'i scratch your back, you scratch mine' card on me? That's just low.. now I have to donate something for using his library!
The amount of shadiness that man exudes is alarming, He speaks like a respectable scholar, and yet He has the street smarts of a trader.I'm sure this isn't the first time he offered a deal to someone in bringing something to him in exchange.
Either way, His intent is still an enigma to me, I supposed we'll cross that bridge once the mission is complete. Best not to overthink it and focus on the task ahead.
By the scion gods, why do I always end up with a dirty job?
The hooded fae sighed and preps his things. Leon decided to contact this Donovan guy at the site for more info. Maybe he'll meet the other reavers there.
As for that little talk about the spoils of this mission, Well.. He decided to keep it between them for now. call it Client/Contractor confidentiality.
Hello, @Mintz. I would like to join this RP. Here's my character submission.
"Stickem' up! See this massive ogre over here? This big guy has a short temper and the only thing that separates you from being space pudding by its unbridled rage is this leash that I hold.. think fast cuz my fingers are getting realllllly sleepy.."
Name: Professor Thermo and Hammerfist
Nicknames/Titles: The Mad Bomber/ The Unshackled Brute of Ortharion
Age: 60 yrs/5 yrs
Gender: Male/Male
Ship Role: Weapons Engineer/Muscle.
Race: Gnome Gremlin/Ogre Warrior
Personality: Prof. Thermo is your cranky old grampa that loves to tinker with explosives and gadgets. Hammerfist on the other hand, he's like an infant. A massive hunk of killing machine that has child-like wonder. Prof.Thermo provides the brain and Hammerfist the muscle.
Biography: Professor Thermo is a former top scientist specializing in explosives and nuclear weapons. His experiments can get a bit unhinged and he would go to extremes just to meet his cause. The Elder Committee had no choice but to fire Prof. Thermo due to his questionable work ethic which resulted in the disgruntled bomb expert into a life of crime.
Unfortunately for this little gremlin, the vast criminal world of the intergalactic space is ruthless and would take more than brains to get around. He needs muscle.
That's where Tibbles a.k.a. Hammerfist comes in. The runaway son of the Ogre King of the planet Ortharion. A planet mirroring earth where the inhabitants are uncivilized titan ogres, battling every day for supremacy and survival. Thermo scouted him at an underground planetary fight club and offer him the life to start a new one. Together, they become a formidable duo making names in the criminal world.
"Aight, Tibs.. looks like we'll be joining a crew, you know what that means?" "Free Food.." "Yes, free food.. but most importantly bigger heist! no more chump change for us. we're in the big leagues now"
Powers/Skills:
Professor Thermo: Explosive Expert Gadget Innovator Saboteur Average Marksmanship
Hammerfist: High Pain Tolerance Enhance Strength Enhance Speed Berserk mode
Equipment: Blaster Gun. Emp grenades. Actual grenades. A Wrench. A saddle, custom-made for Prof. Thermo to sit on top of Hammerfist.
Others:
-Prof Thermo is practically a midget that stands at 4'1ft tall and Hammerfist at a towering height of 7'8 ft. -Hammerfist only communicates with grunts and simple words, and only listens to his partner: Prof Thermo.
Interaction: @AzureKnight Leon's whetstone grazes his dagger for the last time as soon as the giant skeletal bird made from pure energy picks up Scarlett from the sky like a piece of lost baggage, and drops off from where she started on the ground. It was an impressive sight, so much so that it made Leon's sluggish eyes widen for a moment.
The esteemed representatives of the reavers made their entrance. Two of them were present. One seems like a witch named Roze. A mature woman clad in a black dress almost made for a funeral setting, the one who summons the monstrous green bird. And the other, a Stern handsome young man with snake scales for skin.
Upon his inspection of the two veterans, Leon's head suddenly started to split. like a migraine out of nowhere, His Mind's eye began acting up. A sensory alarm that triggers the Fae rogue whenever he's in danger, no matter how small or big the circumstances of the peril are. Whether warning him about eating a slice of spoiled meat or a life-threatening event is near him. It will inform him moments before.
A deafening pulse drummed in his skull. The sight of danger is staring right at him. It was the combat trainor: Ruecian Valeniquen.
I dunno why my danger senses registered him as a threat, but it's best not to disregard it; Even if it's a false positive. I bet he's the type of instructor that won't take subpar results, the kind when he asks you to jump; you only answer 'how high?' Hmm, The thought of it alone makes me exhausted already.
'Is it too late to go back to being an independent contractor?'
Leon deeply sighed, keeping his thought to himself, and pushes through to becoming more than just a mercenary.
Just as instructed, He followed the group inside the tower.
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The Eon Tower was huge from the inside! It's like a museum filled with relics and the latest magitech all around. The designs were overwhelming and one might be entranced by its structure alone. Better not get lost in this wonderland!
The interiors inside the building are great.. the first person they met inside.. not so much.
The group encountered an aggrieved ponytail-haired reaver heading their way, who vocally belittle their appearance the moment he looks at them.
Like, what's his deal? Was it his disappointment in their fashion sense or was it the quality of the group? Either way, it doesn't make any difference, The rogue fae responded with a shrug and the same apathetic face he always has, indifference to the people around him.
Ignoring the rude remark of the disgruntled side character, Leon tailed the group and makes his way toward Lord Irvin's fancy headquarters. The head honcho of this whole gathering. They were assembled; briefly discussing the issue of why they are summoned and the functionality of the Eon tower.
'He seems pleasant enough, kinda chill yet deliberate in handling his biz, I've never met the man at the top before.. until now. Normally, I would work with the reavers but as a third-party contractor. More on the human side of the law.. hunting notable criminals in the city. The reavers get the credit, I get the gold.. no attachment whatsoever. As for handling monsters well, that's a different story..'
Leon lets his thoughts drift by as he remained mute, listening to the others talk to the Sage of Eon. Some of them are acquainted with him, like the Belua warrior woman named Shavis. Who had no shame in expressing herself. God, I wish to have that kind of confidence in socializing.
"Call me when the job is ready," Leon spoke, almost in a whisper to anyone, dismissing himself from the meeting. Without waiting for a reply, He scooted out of the room quietly as a mouse. He wasn't being rude or disrespectful, He just didn't have the energy to deal with a crowded crew.
If anyone needs the rogue fae (which i highly doubt) He's in the library, doing some last minute research on the variety of monsters found inside these books, taking a quick power nap, or both! If I'm being honest.
It was vague, It was dark. It was unclear. And yet it feels like i'm standing in someone's presence; being choked and held captive as its audience.
A monstrous shadow towers over me, and yet i can't move an inch no matter how i tried.
I was a reluctant observer at a horror show.
I can hear its purr, and feel its gaze. It's murderous intent. It's like an artist sculpting their artwork of carnage, splattering its victims' blood everywhere on the canvas of the battlefield.Commanding the shadow made from its enemy's corpses.
The last thing I heard was its bloodcurdling roar, a warcry for destruction...
Leon abruptly wakes up and bolted off his bed. The fae was soaked in his sweat, realizing it was all a bad dream.
I can't remember the last time i have a dream like that. Was that a premonition? or just a nightmare. I hope it's the latter.
It seems this city truly is the hometown of the magus(s), the leylines here are more potent of magecraft and mostly equivalent to the ones back at Ithaca.
"Gods, why did i ever take this job." Leon mutter, briefly caressing the broken part of his pointy ears.
Leon gets off his bed, grabs his invitation, and heads toward the Eon tower.
Present time, Eon tower.
Unknown to anyone that notices his presence. Leon was already at the tower when the other reavers arrived. The hooded fae was sharpening his knives while quietly eavesdropping on the other's exchange of introductions nearby.
He was like this wallflower archetype at a party, that silent kid that watches from a distance that never interacts unless spoken to. Playing off the mysterious and silent trope which is kinda borderline creepy if you really think about it.
From the two greenhorn witches that flew over, the shehulk with the feral familiar, the peculiar riffraff human, the two fae lovers, and the caped alchemist that appeared out of a fancy carriage. He was there. Listening, gathering little information he can get, remembering their names and briefly taking a glance at them with his deadpan eyes.
Being a student of espermancy and a master of espionage, deciphering people based on his observation is like second nature to the rogue fae.
Everything was up to par with these colorful people. Some are more eccentric than others. Some are more dignified. which is tolerable..
Well except for his fellow fae kind that was oogling and stealing glances over the opposite sex in front of him the moment he got here. Leon was right on the money every time his eyes wanders off. As if he was peeping along with him! I can almost hear his impure thoughts the longer I observe him. And I don't even have telepathy!
What a terrible day of having the gift of predicting one's movements. The psionic fae's face darken and regretted ever examining Lanus's perving out.
The hooded fae remained silent and continue to sharpen his tools like nothing happened.
Mind's Eye - Leon's level of clairvoyance is what you call below average than your typical Esper. He compensates for his lack of foresight through his superb hearing and hyper-awareness in his years of experience in combating street thugs. As a result, he can perceive the future for a brief second and triggers whenever his life is in danger beforehand.
Psionic Blades - Leon can manifest daggers in the physical plain with the use of his psychic energy. A dagger designed to attack the victim's psyche. Its sharpness is based on how Leon envisions his target(s) to 'be stabbed' in his mind. How many times it will hit, the level of pain it can inflict, and what part of the body the knife will cut. Its damage ranges from a normal stab wound up to putting his victim into a fatal catatonic state, depending on the target's resistance against psychic attacks.
Spider's Web(Tether) - A niche espionage technique used by Leon, establishing a link between him and his target, putting himself into perspective in one's mind by the use of a special psychic thread, usually combined with his psionic blades to establish contact. Once this tread is latch to his victim, Leon can see from the target's point of view, analyze their current status and surveil their location from a far distance.
Marionette control - This technique is an extension of Leon's Spider web. With enough strings to subdue his victim, Leon can hijack and sabotage one's control of their body. Making them dance like puppets to his liking or binding them into one place.
Natural Acrobat - Fae(s) are not weighted by gravity. They are weightless, lightfooted, and nimble. This goes the same for Leon.
Marksmanship(dagger) - Leon is a master in the art of throwing daggers.
Equipment:
Multiple daggers he carries around; concealed and sheathed in his pockets and sleeves. A simple mask that hides Leon's face when going through his alter ego vigilante gig.
Brief Background (Why you decided to become a Reaver): Born from a line of infamous fae family that uses Mind magic and soothsayers, Leon was the last sane survivor of the Hyksos lineage. His family descended into madness due to the mysterious miasma effect that consumed most of his clan.
With no place to go at a young age and branded as a cursed child by the Fae community, Leon decided to hit the road and started to join a ragtag group of traveling Gypsies made of different races. He chips his pointy ears, change his identity and started blending in with the Humans in hopes to start a new life as a street performer.
Alas, Even with his newfound profession and friends, This lonely fae was unable to escape the effects of his tragic past resulting in Leon to became somewhat of an overthinker and mildly paranoid.
As a coping mechanism to ease his survivor's guilt, he develops this alter ego of becoming a hero of justice. A silent street-level guardian that watches over whatever city their circus is performing. This rogue fae acts as a knife juggler by day and a wannabe hero at night.
It was that one fateful night that he stumbled upon a group of magus that was chasing the same criminal that was the real deal in Morgenröte.
"Huh, what the Queen fae's name is a reaver?"
Anything else we should know about you:
Leon came from a family of prestige soothsayers and even consulted by the Queen fae herself from time to time. His clairvoyance never comes to fruition ever since his family demise.
Due to his unregistered vigilante act of punishing petty street criminals in the city at night, Leon became sleepless and adopted this lethargic, unenthusiastic manner of being half awake most of the time.
His most distinctive features are his dead fish eyes and deep lines under them.
Despite being sleep-deprived and having sluggish behavior that often depicts the sleepy fae 'Lazy', Leon is highly competent in doing what needs to be done.
Leon can juggle up to 15 knives without the use of his Espermancy.
Lapis - "She often recalls her brother now and then ever since she arrived here. She must be proud of his accomplishment or utterly fear his authority to develop such a brother complex."
Evelyn - "The silver-haired beauty that stands before you is known as Evelyn Grace, who’s star magic will soon be known and admired throughout the world!” A pretty bold statement. I'm mostly certain this young lady likes to be praised. ALOT.
Shavis Namista- "Pretty intimidating. I bet she got more muscles in her little finger than my whole body put together!"
Aldrin Rei - "I can sense the reluctance in his face alone and didn't have the shame to hide it! Humans are such intricate creatures."
Renee Terfiel - "A nice and courteous girl. Tho, I feel like there's a hidden keg fuse underneath this kindness.. A closet pervert."
Lanus Retily - "After teaming up with him, I would say he's 50% suave, 50% pervert when it comes to the ladies. a coinflip really"
Taltrus Olstelas- "Based on his unkempt appearance alone, I'd say he's one of the overworked alchemists in this region. Overburdened individuals are always the ones who chase off something unattainable. I should know."
Einer Devaron- "A kid? He seems like a runaway. Nothin' much I can tell except for his lyre, that thing must have somesort off a sentimental value to him.."
Scarlett Ishaval- "I'm sure there's a perfectly 'sane' reason why she scales the Eon tower on our first day. Or maybe I'm just reading into her too much?"
Asterope - "Yeah, i've heard the local's description of a human mage that has lightning coursing through her eyes.. Thunder witch was it? err, right.. she detests that name, best not to call her that.."
Hector Wyland - "For someone who claims to have the magic system of the church, I sense he's more inclined to inflict pain than to perform miracles. also, this human nobleman reeks of Fae voodoo."
Tilnak- "Did he just perceive my gaze with his antenna? Out of all the reavers here, this Belua seems to have his sense of caution intact."
Lupina and Baast- "Both of them are very feral, Lupina might not agree what i'm about to say. but she and Scarlett seem to share the same braincell. "
Damian Florestas- "Bookworm guy. Talks to animals. Freelancer. Seems to living up to his passion."
Haaselle- "Enigmatic, cheerful and has squishy tentacles. What? you want more deets, i could but no thanks, i rather not dive deep into the maws of madness itself"
Uskeche- "A lost man. Dread and the stench of death lingers around him. Not the life of the party I'll tell you that."
Arteus Navarre Irvin - "So this is the man that seats at the top of the Eon tower... I've only heard stories about him from the word of mouth, an urban legend of mages."
Ruecian Valeniquen - "How can he contain so much mana in such a small frame?"
Rozemyne Levina - "I hate to be in her job, she's like the designated babysitter to the new recruits."
Donovan Krausser - "A generous contractor. better meet his expectations if i want to keep my job as a reaver"
Giselle Kostovii -"Elegant, Honor bound and Deadly. Hopefully she doesn't condemn me for leaving the fae kingdom.."
Bellum Hawke - "Nice lady. Excellent chef. Her homemade cooking is second to none.. wait what? what in the queen's name did you put in my soup!?"
Brunhyldia Amelia Selini - "A mixture of a saint and a sinner, using void to vanquish the void. I could respect that."
Xashan Vhastia - "Max stats on strength, physique, charisma and ego by sacrificing a copious amount of his intelligence. Simple minded beast. makes me wonder that maybe brute force solves everything"
Kiff Luther - "A hustler. The most shady resident of the tower i know. Knows how to play the game. If you would trust this guy, expect to pay the cost; like extracting a tooth from a beast's mouth expecting not to rip your arms clean off your shoulders"
Elaine Gardner -Ah, that adamant yet caring resident nurse. The best way to describe her is that: 'She'll treat until you get better by any means necessary' Kinda scary not gonna lie.
Telepathy - a powerful tool used to read minds and emotions. Can be used to communicate with others by establishing a link.
Past/Future Sight - Leon can see visions of a past/future event for a brief moment that can even rival with the holy seer's premonition.
Absolute outcome - "Your future is forfeited." - Leon Hyksos
Using his clairvoyance to guide him to the optimal path of victory. Leon can achieve this outcome of a near future event if he executes it with the utmost precision.
Unlocking tommorrow: Time-alter (fast-forward) -
You have cheated. The gods of time are displeased by your mockery over their authority. The shackles of time do not hold you back. The burden of the present is nothing more than a fleeting memory. It feels great, doesn't it? Go on, take another step, and keep going! run little fae. (HAHAHA)
-Cursed Grimoire.
Leon's movements are not restrained by the past or the present. Using his mind, body and espermancy as a self contain conduit to accelerate himself to the future, Leon temporarily heightens his senses, unlocking mental blocks in his mind, allowing the use of a higher percentage of his brain.
His strength, processing power, speed, and reaction time all gain a boost. But, the trade-off is that it burns through his stamina quickly.
Future step - A upgraded version of Leon's shunpo. Instead of using his agility to travel, he uses a miniature temporal rift to bridge the gap closer to his enemies. Almost making him like a glitch to the naked eye.
Hi, I would like to put my hat in the ring and join this RP. here's my submission. :)
Name: Leon Hyksos
Race: Fae
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Theme: some desperado guitar vibes
Magic Divination: Espermancy
Ability:
Mind's Eye - Leon's level of clairvoyance is what you call below average than your typical Esper. He compensates for his lack of foresight through his superb hearing and hyper-awareness in his years of experience in combating street thugs. As a result, he can perceive the future for a brief second and triggers whenever his life is in danger beforehand.
Psionic Blades - Leon can manifest daggers in the physical plain with the use of his psychic energy. A dagger designed to attack the victim's psyche. Its sharpness is based on how Leon envisions his target(s) to 'be stabbed' in his mind. How many times it will hit, the level of pain it can inflict, and what part of the body the knife will cut. Its damage ranges from a normal stab wound up to putting his victim into a fatal catatonic state, depending on the target's resistance against psychic attacks.
Spider's Web(Tether) - A niche espionage technique used by Leon, establishing a link between him and his target, putting himself into perspective in one's mind by the use of a special psychic thread, usually combined with his psionic blades to establish contact. Once this tread is latch to his victim, Leon can see from the target's point of view, analyze their current status and surveil their location from a far distance.
Marionette control - This technique is an extension of Leon's Spider web. With enough strings to subdue his victim, Leon can hijack and sabotage one's control of their body. Making them dance like puppets to his liking or binding them into one place.
Natural Acrobat - Fae(s) are not weighted by gravity. They are weightless, lightfooted, and nimble. This goes the same for Leon.
Marksmanship(dagger) - Leon is a master in the art of throwing daggers.
Equipment:
Multiple daggers he carries around; concealed and sheathed in his pockets and sleeves. A simple mask that hides Leon's face when going through his alter ego vigilante gig.
Brief Background (Why you decided to become a Reaver): Born from a line of infamous fae family that uses Mind magic and soothsayers, Leon was the last sane survivor of the Hyksos lineage. His family descended into madness due to the mysterious miasma effect that consumed most of his clan.
With no place to go at a young age and branded as a cursed child by the Fae community, Leon decided to hit the road and started to join a ragtag group of traveling Gypsies made of different races. He chips his pointy ears, change his identity and started blending in with the Humans in hopes to start a new life as a street performer.
Alas, Even with his newfound profession and friends, This lonely fae was unable to escape the effects of his tragic past resulting in Leon to became somewhat of an overthinker and mildly paranoid.
As a coping mechanism to ease his survivor's guilt, he develops this alter ego of becoming a hero of justice. A silent street-level guardian that watches over whatever city their circus is performing. This rogue fae acts as a knife juggler by day and a wannabe hero at night.
It was that one fateful night that he stumbled upon a group of magus that was chasing the same criminal that was the real deal in Morgenröte.
"Huh, what the Queen fae's name is a reaver?"
Anything else we should know about you:
Leon came from a family of prestige soothsayers and even consulted by the Queen fae herself from time to time. His clairvoyance never comes to fruition ever since his family demise.
Due to his unregistered vigilante act of punishing petty street criminals in the city at night, Leon became sleepless and adopted this lethargic, unenthusiastic manner of being half awake most of the time.
His most distinctive features are his dead fish eyes and deep lines under them.
Despite being sleep-deprived and having sluggish behavior that often depicts the sleepy fae 'Lazy', Leon is highly competent in doing what needs to be done.
Leon can juggle up to 15 knives without the use of his Espermancy.
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