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𝓒𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼

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~Name~
Desmond T. Philips

~Nicknames/Alias~
Captain Cook, Candy Man, Phil, D.T.

~Appearance~
Tall, dark and handsome? Try smug, loud and quick to leave- Typical of a man who's primary wardrobe consists of nothing but a single white suit, two ties, and a literal basket of grungy rags. If you didn't know any better, it'd be hard to tell him apart from the rest of the rabble that linger uncomfortably outside of Eden's walls. Unless you're unfortunate enough to find yourself pulled into a discussion with Desmond, most would find themselves passing him by without a second thought.

His unimposing stature adds to the transparency of his character. Meek and unassuming at a first glance, Desmond prefers not to turn heads with his fashion sense. He's not exactly armed to the teeth or brimming with biceps, and has an uncommon talent for irritating some of the nastiest people around whenever he opens his mouth. So yes, a low profile suits this five foot seven chemist just fine. If it's what poor people wear, then it'll have to do!

When dealing with his nasty cohorts, Desmond sees fit to fancy himself up a bit. Nobody with that much money or manpower would be doing business with a run-of-the-mill thug, after all. Sit downs will force out his better side. Needless to say, Desmond cleans up well, and absolutely loves wearing a suit. Not only does the thread count make him look like the head of a multi million dollar corporation, which isn't too far from the truth, but his posture and aura change for the better as well! What once was a hollow, slouched, unassuming little man, becomes a head-held-high businessperson with pockets full of tricks, and a spine made of iron. Despite the vast improvement, Desmond wears a worn-out old watch at all times. It doesn't have any sentimental value or anything. It just works, really well. Expensive watches get stolen all the time. Who the hell would want to steal something so ugly?

Regardless of what he's wearing, or how his posture is fairing, Desmond absolutely cannot go without flooding his hair with one product or another. It's like some kind of weird obsession- If his hair isn't wavy, slicked back, or styled in some fashion, he can't leave the house in a good mood. Sometimes it can attract some unwanted attention, but his scruffy facial hair detracts from his other features just enough to keep him on the down low.

Some other defining features include serious burn scars that run up the middle of his right forearm, to just underneath his armpit, and a birthmark smack dab over the back of his neck. It kind of looks like a little butterfly, if the butterfly was dissolved in acid and poked full of holes first.

~Age~
27

~Gender~
Male

~Sexual Orientation~
Heterosexual

~Ethnicity~
75% Portuguese/Russian 25%

~State~
Florida

~Brand Tattoo Placement~
Left wrist

~Assets and Bank Account~
253'922.88$

~Gang Affiliation~
Deals with the the Kings regularly. Also has connections with several small time gangs elsewhere.

~Occupation~
Drug Manufacturer

~Sanction~
Eden

~Favorite Season~
Winter

~Personality~
There are so many ways to say the word prick, but only a few would apply to the nuance of Desmond's personalty.

The most common first impression that Desmond leaves on people, is one stained with his Abrasive tendencies. Whether it's confronting somebody about their recently deceased pet, or touching on the finer aspects of cancer with a cancer patient, he applies little to no tact, whatsoever. But that's not without lack of trying, in his own twisted little way. Above all else, Desmond is very Attentive and invests himself in every little detail he can, even when those little details make up a wholly vapid an obnoxious conversation. He'll give anyone the time of day, provided they don't set him off somehow, or raise a few hundred red flags. Even the slightest danger will send him in the opposite direction without another word. He's awfully Careful about how he goes about his business, and never likes to get his hands dirty. Truth be told, Desmond is Cowardly. Guns terrify him, murder is a definite hell-no zone, and anything even remotely violent can stay way the hell away from his lifestyle. With his current set up though, Desmond feels totally safe- A little safer than he actually is. Although he's got an IQ north of 150, it doesn't save him from being an overtly Arrogant son of a bitch. Being absolutely Aloof to negativity helps with his thought process, but it also makes him prone to slight errors, and in the crime world, slight errors can be the only thing between you and jail- Or worse, the morgue.

~Likes and Dislikes~
+Learning+
+Confidence+
+Tea+
+Fashion+
-Idiots-
-Dirt-
-Sluts-
-Guns-

~Hobbies and Interests~

Small Biography: (What has your life in Morvai has been like so far.)
Family Members: (Self explanatory)
Relationships: (Update this as the role play goes on! Good things and bad things. If your husband cheats on you with the bitch from the slums, you’re not going to be such a loving and doting wife anymore- or perhaps you are? Friends, alliances, enemies will be created)

WIP will finish later. Too late for all the paragraphs I need to add.

Defiance

Dannisus

~Name~
Dannisus

~Age~
19

~Gender~
Male

~Species~

Myti

The Myti are catlike folk who take to forested areas like animals. Their affinity with magic is astounding to behold. Myti stand out as some of the most advanced casters in the lands. Harnessing magic is almost like learning how to walk for a Myti, unless they're unfortunate enough to be born male, anyways. Although rare, making up less than 10% of the Myti population, Male Myti are almost completely incapable of harnessing magical energy, or casting spells. They are also typically more frail compared to females, and lack some of the more distinctive feline features that define their race. Due to this imbalance in sex, Myti are entirely Matriarchal. Males are subservient to women in Myti culture, except during mating period, during which time the dogma shifts violently for several weeks.

The average lifespan of female Myti is 200-220 years. They stand 4.5-5.5 feet on average, are covered in fur from head to toe, and posses very cat-like features, such as a tail, sharp claws, sharp fangs, and small fuzzy ears.

The average lifespan of a Male Myti is 250-270 years. They stand 4-5 feet on average, and have more human-like features, lacking fur around their face, appendages, and back areas. Myti males do not have claws, or sharp fangs.

~Appearance~
Dannisus stands just shy of 5 feet and has a fairly toned build unlike most other Male Myti. His typical garb consists of lightly armored leather. His clothing is slightly revealing around his joints and midsection to allow for full range of motion, but protects most of his vital areas without weighing him down heavily, or making him look like a renegade soldier. Where his fur stands out, it's plain beige, and short. One of his ears is cut clean through the middle, effectively making it half an ear, and his tail is covered in burn marks.

~Abilities~
Dannisus is incapable of magic. Instead, he has devoted a fair portion of his time to researching magical artifacts, making him a specialist on identifying, an using anything with magical properties, assuming he also knows how to use non-magical variants. As such, Dannisus can use scrolls, enchant weapons, and operate magical equipment as long as he has the necessary tools available to him.

Additionally, Dannisus is skilled with several types of weapons, most notably his two handed long sword. He can effectively use most types of swords and daggers, staves, axes, hammers, shields, bows, spears, and has a natural talent for weapon-play, allowing him to attain some level of mastery in a very short time using almost anything that can be wielded with one or two hands.

~Weaknesses~
As stereotypical as it sounds, Dannisus cannot swim, and is terrified of deep water, and large-scale water magic. He's also hard of hearing on his left side due to his ear injury. His tail is also very sensitive. Extended pressure, or direct damage to his tail can affect his focus tremendously.

~Weapons~
Long sword
A Myti long sword, slim and crafted with a slightly curved blade. It almost resembles a katana, but bears much more weight and destructive power. It cannot be wielded like a katana, or a traditional long sword, due to its awkward shape and weight. The blade can be empowered through the use of a mana sphere.

Morphing Short Sword
Dannisus' sidearm is enchanted to morph to his whim. At the expense of a single mana sphere, the blade can change to nearly any shape as long as it does not lose or gain any mass. This means it can lower or increase its density to grow or shrink, which can make it weaker or stronger.

~Items~
Mana Spheres
A general tool that Dannisus uses to trigger weapon enchantments. Typically, they can enact elemental enchantments on a weapon, or trigger an innate enchantment. They can also be used to operate un-powered magical artifacts. Dannisus carries a great number of these on his person, as they are no larger than an inch in diameter each.

~Backstory~
Dannisus' tale isn't one of woe or misery. The long and short of his past boils down to impatience and stress. Being born a male had put him beneath his peers from the very start, something that he had never been fond of, and aimed to correct ever since he could remember. His efforts, needless to say, were unsuccessful.

Considering his position, Dannisus took it upon himself to retreat from his home, and defy his birthright to a profound weakness. He travels the world with a distinct desire to unlock his magical potential, which according to his mother and his gender, was zero. Despite warnings and objections, he fled his home in search of the secrets of mana. Throughout his short life, he's already come across his own fair share of misfortunes, but always manages to keep his chin up despite any suffering that comes his way.

Lannissa

~Name~
Lannissa

~Age~
20

~Gender~
Female

~Species~

Myti

The Myti are catlike folk who take to forested areas like animals. Their affinity with magic is astounding to behold. Myti stand out as some of the most advanced casters in the lands. Harnessing magic is almost like learning how to walk for a Myti, unless they're unfortunate enough to be born male, anyways. Although rare, making up less than 10% of the Myti population, Male Myti are almost completely incapable of harnessing magical energy, or casting spells. They are also typically more frail compared to females, and lack some of the more distinctive feline features that define their race. Due to this imbalance in sex, Myti are entirely Matriarchal. Males are subservient to women in Myti culture, except during mating period, during which time the dogma shifts violently for several weeks.

The average lifespan of female Myti is 200-220 years. They stand 4.5-5.5 feet on average, are covered in fur from head to toe, and posses very cat-like features, such as a tail, sharp claws, sharp fangs, and small fuzzy ears.

The average lifespan of a Male Myti is 250-270 years. They stand 4-5 feet on average, and have more human-like features, lacking fur around their face, appendages, and back areas. Myti males do not have claws, or sharp fangs.

~Appearance~
Lannissa stands roughly 5'10, much taller than most Myti. Unlike most females though, her muscles are far less developed, making her extraordinarily lithe. With thinner, longer limbs than most of her sisters, Lani takes on a far more threatening appearance despite her inability to use Myti weaponry or engage in hand-hand combat. Her fur, much Like Dannisus', is beige with Bengal-like brown stripes running across her body. This tiger like appearance is also fairy uncommon among Myti, and may explain her other proportions. She does not wear any clothing, instead allowing the fur around most of her body to grow out adequately enough to obscure most of her body's features. Most of her fur is grown out to at least an inch, shorter only around her face, neck, and limbs. Her ears and tail are much longer than Dannisus' as well, and her cat-like features are very pronounced, as one might already imagine.

~Abilities~
Most Female Myti are very adept in physical combat. Lani however, is not. Unlike her brothers and sisters, she cannot climb trees effortlessly, or use her claws offensively without risking a fair amount of damage to her own body. Her bones allow for very quick movement, even faster than her brother, but are extremely fragile, more so than a typical Myti's. Where she excels is with her magical prowess.

~Natural Wrath~
Lani's magic is a little peculiar. While her mana pool is astronomical when compared to even her fellow Myti, she cannot conjure raw elements like most mages can. Instead, Lani can only manipulate and empower the elements around her with very little strain put on her body. The more general limits of her control are not well defined; Lani seems to have control over almost anything, except for living creatures. For the purpose of specification, her control can be divided into two sections.

~Energy Manipulation~
Lani's major trait is her ability to inject her mana into energy, gaining full control over it. While this effectively makes her completely immune to energy-based magic, as she can simply steal spells if she sees them coming, she cannot conjure any energy of her own. All forms of energy are vulnerable to her magic. She cannot immediately steal dense physical magics, such as earth or solid ice.

~Matter Manipulation~
Lani's secondary trait is far weaker than her initial ability. Lani can manually control unclaimed matter, (That is to say, matter that is not controlled by another mage) and use it to do her bidding. The denser the matter, the harder it is for her to manipulate it, however. Things like wood and glass are very taxing to control, and objects made of steel or stone are downright beyond her abilities. Light matter, like liquids and gasses are very easy for her to control, but she can only use them on a large scale. For example, she cannot remove all the oxygen around a person's head, or move a bubble of water in front of their mouths. Rather, she would need to dump a pond on them, or remove all the oxygen in the immediate atmosphere, including the oxygen that she needs to breath. Considering her less-than-ample lung capacity, techniques like this can be considered rather suicidal. At any rate, the denser matter is, the longer it takes to use or steal.

~Myti Senses~
Much like Dannisus, Lani's senses are heightened, and she can smell mana. Unlike Dannisus, Lani can also hear Mana and spellcasting.

~Weaknesses~
Lani's body is tremendously frail. Although she is very fast, possibly faster than Dannisus, the average human could likely snap her femur with a moderate amount of effort. She also has a very low tolerance for pain. Her hearing is sensitive, making her susceptible to loud noises, and during mating periods, she cannot use magic.

~Weapons~
N/A
Lani cannot wield weapons.

~Items~
N/A
Lani does not have pockets, or carry around a pack.

Defiance

I noticed that there's no age in the sheet template as well. Intentional?

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Well there be a discord to discuss RP details? Or are you sticking to a post-by-post OOC?

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I have interest and will return with a sheet once it is up.

Dystopian Life [Come take a peek!]

A Hero Tale {Complete}

Zelriane struck the ground at his feet with one arm moments before the wave of fire reached him, dispersing it away from him accordingly before dashing through the resulting smoke, and under the incoming arrows. He arrived in front of Fotia and placed one hand upon one of her lower limbs. "You are right about one thing," Zelriane wheezed, digging his fingers into the strange creature's out layers like claws, "Everything can die." A surge of power erupted from his hand, flooding Fotia's being in an instant.

"Pāji"

Green light erupted from the openings in her body, before she crumbled to pieces. The technique placed little to no strain on Zelriane, but eradicated the being in an instant. "I lack the raw power that my fellow order members possess. The difference may even be vast. But my symbiosis with the void is unique." His eyes shifted from Boreas to the barrier's walls. "This green disease that I carry is not the same as the energy that plagues my brethren. It is a virtuous example of why I was even allowed to live." He rose his hand towards Boreas. The green moss that once covered it has faded from his attack that eliminated Fotia, but slowly regrew. "Show yourself, so that I may forcibly rip the void from your soul, and purge your essence. I offer you salvation." His hand finally regained its moss by the time he'd finished speaking. He clenched it tightly and spun around, facing his fist to the ceiling. "It is a kindness- One you will not survive, I am afraid."

A Hero Tale {Complete}

"Seek a new god," Zelriane said quickly, without a second thought. His right knee was taut, straightened like a pole that supported the rest of his body, while his left leg bent forward slightly. Both of his arms lay outstretched at his side, giving him a transcendent frame as his body once again started to levitate off the ground. "But you cite a paradox. His death is an impossibility." Rather than dodge, Zelriane floated slowly. A slurry of spores rose upwards and around him like an uprising vortex, eventually coalescing in front of him. He drew one arm back, and in an instant, threw it forwards, along with his entire body. The spores around him lit up, and lead his dash, exploding in series and granting the speedster safe passage through the apparent siblings' combined efforts.

"Baku'Hikari Yari," Zelriane whispered, his visage emerged from the green light moments after, at Boreas' side. Like a flowing current of air, he spun around and whipped his right foot into the side of the creature's head, and in the same moment, the spores that covered the ground, now floating only a few feet higher than the mist that Zios had created, rose up like a cyclonic torrent to meet his strike. Much like before, an explosion erupted, obscuring the point of impact, along with Zelriane himself.

"You and your cretinous allies are fighting an impossible battle. You know nothing of the gap that separates you from him." His figure reappeared at the room's center, carefully looking onto the two creatures that Zios had summoned. "I am strong. Nexus is stronger. Rajaka would be in another class entirely if not for his idiotic predisposition. But all of us, or rather, none of us could hope to even scratch the surface of that man's potential. This strength you've mustered, the power you draw upon even now- It may place you in our realm, but it is as I've explained many times in the past, to many others who fancy themselves heroes... There is no feasible way for any of you to stand face to face with a god."

A Hero Tale {Complete}

As Fotia ran through the green cloud of spores and swung around the room, Zelriane hopped over her blade, and planted the base of his foot against her chest plate. As if drawn by some magnetic force, the spores rushed towards the impact point and began to glow brightly. Zelriane flipped off of Fotia, and with a flash, his spores exploded with tremendous force. All the while, his Agoniki flowed into Fotia. Considering her properties, she might have been incapable of feeling pain. But as Oz has experienced in the past, the effect of his magic was tremendous.

"Toys," Zelriane muttered, landing on one foot and taking a new stance, "For petulant children."

A Hero Tale {Complete}

Zelriane kissed his teeth as he lost sight of Zios. As soon as the room evolved to a new state, he began running around the room with an unpredictable pathing, leaving a stream of green light behind him as he did so. The light itself faded only slightly. Spores lingered behind him, filling the entire bottom 5 feet of the room with a practical ocean of speckled green that slowly began to float towards the floor, and ultimately, into the ground. He continued like this indefinitely, speaking with a loud, almost omnipotent hum as he maintained the area of danger.

"We squander nothing! It is you, those who stand by while shouting loudly into the cold dark, desires of peace and love and the mundane. Persisting ever louder, to remove spontaneity and chaos, the ever changing integers of reality that give life the energy that makes it worth living. Power, the origin of all emotion, calls to be used to its full extent, whether it be applied forcibly and brutally, or with a cowardice that rivals that of a broken slave, a slave to their own fear and transcendent weakness!"