Tuujaimaa

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

+ Yugaku Hayake, Elite Triumvirate Member +

Yugaku Hayake

Name: Yugaku Hayake
Age: 54
Sex: Female
Appearance: Yugaku is a tall woman, towering over most of her female compatriots at 6 feet, with strikingly red hair tied back into a ponytail that cascades down to her ankles. The hair seems to have a life of its own, and will often flail around wildly as if captured within an invisible wind. Yugaku, despite being an older woman, retains much of the fiery passion and attractiveness of her youth. Yugaku wears a blindfold in order to mislead her opponents into thinking she is blind - for nothing can escape her Beyond Perfect Sight. Yugaku wears a classic fiery-red kimono, which has ribbons of bright white fabric escaping from it, much like the physiology of a phoenix. The fabric seems to glow with an unnatural light, which emanates from Yugaku and is expelled through the ribbons.

Natrelmon:

- Zairei - Level 90 [100]
- Sakura-sei - Level 90 [100]
- Glacetta - Level 90 [100]
- Atrire - Level 90 [100]
- Crysuji - Level 90 [100]
- Taohao - Level 90 [100]


Gifts:

Beyond Perfect Sight - While most people born with the gift of Perfect Sight are glad to have their gift, Yugaku Hayake is not one of those people. Yugaku's eyes see more than even the most gifted of people's can, allowing her not only to see the dead and invisible units, through all physical and non-physical obstructions, Yugaku can see the greatest weaknesses of any situation, able to pinpoint her attacks to strike an enemy's weakest point effortlessly. Simultaneously, Yugaku is able to read the weaknesses and strengths of people - and she can see their true intentions regardless of how well they hide. Yugaku always wears a blindfold to conceal the fact that she has this ability, though like all physical obstructions it cannot stop her ability to see. Within a ten foot radius, Yugaku has 360 degree telescopic vision.

Spells:

Rank X in everything except Gishiki and Restoration.

Rewards:

-
-
-

History: Unknown

Arena Description: N/A

+ Admiral Jack Barton - Admiral ‘Ack Bar’ +

Admiral Jack Barton

Italicized information is 'inactive' during Arena matches.

Age: 40
Natrelmon:

Violare - Level 52
Jigoko - Level 55
Sea Tyrant - Level 56 Void Tyrant - Level 80

Gifts:

Telepathy
Invisibility
Perfect Sight
Magical Savant

Spells:

Rank X Hydromancy
Rank X Invocation
Rank VIII Geomancy
Rank VIII Electromancy

Rewards:

- ???
- ???
- ???

History: Admiral Jack Barton was born and raised a sailor, conceived upon the seas that he now sails frequently. True to his heritage, Jack drinks and swears like a sailor, and he owns a tarp company in Atrew. Admiral Jack served in the military during the war, and the threat of his attacks was enough to ensure that Ward was the only city able to withstand the assault from the East. The Admiral is known for being unavailable for challenge while he goes out on his seafaring trips, but it is said that the cry of “It’s a tarp!” can bring him back to shore.

Arena Description: IT’S A TRAP

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

"An Enyo, also starting her rites?" Kasumi Touhou laughed as she pulled up a chair to Shio's table. Asking for permission from a lower family was something that those of high-Eastern ancestry would not even have begun to consider - and knowing both Kasumi and Shio's personalities, it is not something that either would have found at all strange. Kasumi did not bring any of her food over to the table, having long-since finished her Drunken Noodles and Dumpling Soup, but sat simply to engage in the elaborate ruse of being here for her Rites. It was something that her family had been quite insistent upon if she was to one day lead the house and inherit her parents' vast sums of wealth, which was something that she was understandably very eager to do.

Seeing that Shio had chosen to have her Natrelmon present, Kasumi did the same with a brief flash of light from her belt, resulting in her Gen sitting on top of her head in a meditative pose. The two had very recently been linked by the spiritual bond of Gishiki, and though she was extremely new to the art, she could tell that the daughter of the Enyo family before her was already very masterful in the spiritual arts. She had heard that Shio herself had sealed away the power of the head of the Dama family when they were ousted. It was an impressive feat, especially from a junior member of a lesser family who was yet to complete her Rites - and if nothing else, that earned Shio the respect of the eldest child of the Touhou family.

"'The sunset is always beautiful in the city of Toran', my father used to say. It is true, is it not?" She asked, mentally telling her Gen to bow and show the proper respect. It would likely be a motion not unnoticed by a member of the aristocracy of the East, but its significance was probably missed by the less formal members of the West. Historically, the West had valued very different attributes in a person to the East, and in recent times that had not changed much - things were beginning to be picked up and little nuances were beginning to be shared across the two cultures, but the Rites were truly the first step to appreciating the culture of a different world. The journey was meant to unite the heart, the soul, and the mind, but few trainers realised this when they set out upon the historic journey. It was a revelation that often came later to those who survived.

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

YOU FACE MYTHRAXUS, EREDAR LORD OF THE DRACONIC LEGION.

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

Just so you all know - Rolls reset at Midnight GMT every Saturday. If you let us know which rolls you want, we can roll for you, or you can just roll yourselves and let us know so we can check up for you.

You also might want to get your intro posts started. Innue and I are probably going to have a battle at some point if you want to watch a battle before jumping into one yourselves.

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+ Kasumi Touhou +

The city of Toran was not one known for ever being dull - and on this day in particular, something quite exciting indeed was happening: A woman in a fox mask tore through the streets of Toran, weaving and bobbing her way through the crowds of people that seemed to accumulate near train stations, as she was pursued by several angry passengers from one of the trains that had just arrived, who had the lazy policemen that had boarded the trains to serve as security, not used to incidents of such high adrenaline and speed trailing even further behind them, seemingly already out of breath.

The woman, known in the East as the Fox-Faced Thief, had just stolen the valuables from the pockets of every person on the train before she had left - and had left them near the doors with a calling card, as was her custom. Back in the East, the Fox-Faced Thief had been known primarily for showing the corrupt aristocracy just how fallacious their ideas of security were, and it had been rumoured that Jantonna du Soleil, the Arena Master, had acquired the use of her services in order to begin to dispel the heavy corruption that lingered in Orin. How true these allegations were was up in the air, but most people knew that the Fox-Faced Thief had made marked impacts in the most recent war, stealing supplies from supply lines, stealing military intelligence, and in rare but memorable cases, stealing the lives of important targets. The anonymity had proven itself quite useful in those times, and after the war there had been a lack of noted activity from the thief, but the cleverest people realised that that only meant that they hadn't been caught.

Now, in the city of Toran, she was making a scene again just to let people know that she hadn't given up on the game. Officers shouted after her, members of the public tried to assist in arresting her, but she had been dancing this dance for much longer than any of them - after a brief sprint forwards, and a sharp turn to the left, the Fox-Faced Thief was gone from the public eye once more - but her legacy of having people fear for their valuables remained in the air, like a heavy fog weighing down upon the average Toranese person.

Perhaps her entrance could have been a little cleaner - but she doubted very much that it would have been nearly as much fun. As much fun as it had been, however, her business in Toran was very real and very pressing - her family had suggested that she start her Rites, which were a necessary part of being included in the familial line of succession. While it was true that in recent times few trainers ever fully completed their rites, their attempting them (and succeeding at least somewhat) was considered to be important to the more aristocratic families, not only to show their success, but to ensure that only the most worthy heirs were selected to carry on the family's legacy. For Kasumi Touhou, the first-born child of the scions of the Touhou family, her rites were particularly important.

Taking the brief respite she had to cover her tracks, it was a simple enough matter to pull a dress over her jumpsuit and hide her mask in her backpack - though she wasn't a huge fan of showing people her face, her presence in Toran would be noted and word sent back to her parents, this way. It was for the best that she laid low for a little while - and the Red Nakumo restaurant was perhaps her favourite haunt for doing so.

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

Natrelmon has a few jokey characters like Karl in order to keep everything from being too serious. We don't tend to take ourselves too seriously. :L

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Whoops, double post.

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

Are you doubting the legitimacy of KARL THUZAD?

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

Karl Thuzad

+ Karl Thuzad +

Italicized information is 'inactive' during Arena matches.

Age: 78

Appearance: Karl is a seemingly frail older man, long bereft of the vim and vigour possessed by more recent generations. His form stands low at a diminutive 5’2”, which is further shortened by his nature to hobble forwards, using a rather large stick to keep himself propped up. When he is not using his stick, he has a tendency to keep it in the front of his pants, which causes it to seem like a mysterious (and ill-placed) bulge.

Natrelmon:

Gahara - 32 Level 60
Soelbe - 29 Level 64
Elbedin - 36 Level 70

Gifts:

Medium
Intangibility
Invisibility
Perfect Sight

Spells:

Rank X Blood Magic
Rank VIII Invocation
Rank VII Abjuration
Rank X Hydromancy
Rank X Pyromancy

Rewards:

- Invocation stuff
- 15,000N
- Five free grantable levels below level 30

History: Karl is a man who has long been obsessed with death and the process of dying - even as a child, he felt an unnatural pull towards the locations of beings that have died, and he soon discovered his connection to the spiritual world.

After this discovery, Karl felt a connection to Ghost-type Natrelmon, a sentiment shared by his estranged family, and he began to use his spiritual connection to attract the ghosts of Natrelmon to his side, be they Ghost-type Natrelmon, or simply dead Natrelmon not chained to this world.

Spurred on by the nature of the Ghosts and their urgings, Karl looked into rites to become a Ghost himself, but only found the legend of an ancient city, Rebena, that was the tomb of an ancient mage. Following his example, Karl took a pilgrimage to the ruined city and found what he was looking for - an ancient tome, with enough power left in it to complete the rites of Undeath.

When Karl’s estranged family, the Dama of Orin, were ousted by the Enyo family, Karl had finally completed his rites of undeath, and his spirit briefly passed over into the Void, before being spat back out into his old body. The essence of the void withered his once-healthy body, but in return, his spirit became immortal - it was simply a matter of biding his time until his body died, and his life could begin as an eternal watcher and companion to Ghost-kind.

While he waits for his body to fail him, he stands guard over the city of Armkfish, watching, and waiting.

Arena Description: Karl’s Arena is a domed building with four doors, one each in the cardinal directions. The interior of the Arena is mostly below the ground, as there is a pit three paces in front of the doors, and the interior is pitch-black. Unnatural light sources do not work while in the top-most layer of the Arena, and are dimmed in the pit below.

In the pit, Karl waits in the center, and has four permanent mirror images in each of the cardinal directions. The direction from which the challenger enters has its mirror image disabled. The mirror images will cast spells at the challenger, which light up the area two feet around them, but do 50% of the damage that they normally would if they hit.

Kayannah, the Last Archmage

+ Kayannah +

Italicized information is 'inactive' during Arena matches.

Age: 33

Natrelmon:

Aria - Level 60 Level 100 [Mythraxus x Void Tyrant breed, created by and named after Kayannah’s deceased wife]

Gifts:

Telepathy
Invisibility
Perfect Sight
Astral Projection
Essence of the Last Archmage - Kayannah's magic is so potent that it cannot be counterspelled, and spells of Rank V and below have no effect on her or her Natrelmon. She cannot be controlled by Blood Magic, her magical effects do not dissipate unless she wishes them to, and she can increase the power of any of her spells by up to 200% by using her blood as fuel.

Essence of Akasha - Kayannah's birthright is the power to utilise limited deep magic.

Spells:

Kayannah has Rank X in all Spell Schools.

Rewards:
- N50,000
- Secret Blood Magic Spell + Blood Magic
- Unlock Library Tome: Whisper of Arandin (Unlocks 2 spell schools or boosts one spell school by up to 3 Ranks)

History: Kayannah begun her life as the child of a prominent mage, the latest in a long line of powerful spellcasters, and from a young age was taught to nurture her magical talents by her father. As she grew older, more and more of her innate talent revealed itself, and by the age of eight she was among the most gifted of spellcasters that the world had seen. This garnered the interest of the Archmage Arandin, perhaps the most renowned and respected of the illustrious Archmages, and Kayannah's father made the first of a series of difficult choices: To send her away to train with the Archmage.

For several years, Kayannah's innate magical spark grew brighter than ever before under the Archmage's tutelage and guidance - but over the course of the weeks leading up to her sixteenth birthday, her power ceased to grow as it once had. After many rituals and arcane trials, the Archmage did not know what could have prompted such a dramatic shift of events, and so sent her to speak to her family in order to discern the nature of her sudden lack of growth. Upon returning to her family's ancestral home, she was shocked to find that very little had changed. Her father seemed more powerful than he had been when she left, as did several other members of her family, but Kayannah had only really had experience of her own overwhelming growth - she simply thought the progression of power natural, and did not even think to consider that something was off.

She decided to stay briefly with her family, having missed them in her training, and found that while she stayed within the residence, her power began to diminish. She confronted her father immediately, who brazenly revealed her to be the child of prophecy, whose blood was the key to a power linked back to a figure mentioned only as "the Scion of the Void". Naturally, she sought to fight back, but found herself unable to will her body to move. For the first time in her life, she discovered the perils of blood magic, used on her by her own family.

Her family were not cruel, and released her under the condition that she was not to attack them, but explained that her power would not grow like it had up until her sixteenth birthday - that power belonged to the whole family, they said, not just her. While Kayannah was not broken or heartbroken at the revelation, as most perhaps would have been, she experienced her first taste of betrayal, and her first taste of forbidden power.

The young Kayannah returned to train with the Archmage Arandin, not so much shocked  or angered at her revelation as saddened that her power would not grow as it once had. The Archmage taught her the value of controlling her already excessive amounts of magical potential, and though her power no longer grew, her control over it grew as rapidly as her power once had. Within the space of two short years, Kayannah was as powerful as her tutor, and seeing no more reason to stay under his tutelage, she left to discover her own destiny. Her first decision was to learn the art of blood magic that her family had introduced her to, and though her tutelage was brief and gleaned only from scraps of knowledge, her mastery over it was quick. On her travels, she met several people with whom she travelled with for long periods of time - but most importantly was a woman named Aria. Aria had been abandoned in the streets of Orin many years prior - a fate not uncommon for orphans in that time - and had taken to travelling in order to survive. Kayannah and Aria had a chemistry between them immediately, and travelled together for the better part of a year before choosing to travel together permanently.

Kayannah and Aria began to train Natrelmon, and on their travels Aria found her own unique talent in life - she had a natural aptitude for breeding Natrelmon, and with Kayannah's powerful magic she had no trouble securing the location and funds she needed to begin her own farm. Over the years that they travelled, the two fell deeply into a love the likes of which they had never experienced, and after three years, decided to marry and settle down on the farm that they had secured. The pair bred many unique and powerful Natrelmon, both as a result of Aria's natural talent and Kayannah's powerful magic, and word of their talents spread quickly. Their lucrative business lasted only briefly, however, before the Great War broke out.

The pair were enlisted to fight for the East, and they did so for a great time, becoming closer in danger than they ever had in safety. Of course, Kayannah's luck began to run out on that day, as Aria was mortally wounded by a suicide attack meant to kill Kayannah. Kayannah's promise to her dying wife was that they would cross over into death together, but fate had other plans for her - her family's meddling in blood magic rendered her immortal, as a Seal of the Blasphemer had been created with her blood in order to divert her magical potential to her family.

Kayannah abandoned the war, and sought to destroy the seal that her family had created under any circumstances. Upon her arrival at her family's ancestral home, she found them all dead, save her father, who had consumed their hearts in order to gain blood magic that rivalled even Kayannah's. The pair fought for days, but both had been rendered immortal by the meddlings in blood magic, and when Kayannah was fully exhausted, her father protected the seals he had created with Kayannah's own blood, rendering her unable to dispel them, and hid them away that he might grow more powerful.

Kayannah, at this point, became obsessed with the lore of old, and using her monstrous power to obtain scraps of information wherever they might lie, she discerned the true nature of death: The Black Gate. It became her life's mission to rebuild the Black Gate, in order to fulfil her promise to her most beloved Aria.

Arena Description: N/A

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

Ughhhhhhh. Now I actually have to post.

Dammit Paul.