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To Hold Back The Dark

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The abilities needs to be balances with a corresponding weakness. Being able to alter someone's mind at the drop of a hat with no backlash is very OP(overpowered).

Not anyone will allow a random person to invade their mind. You have to have a reasonable excuse or way to be able to alter their mind. What criteria does your character have to make? What drawbacks are there from altering someone's mind? In what ways does your character plan to use this ability?

Maybe this will help a little? You can refer to my CS if you need pointers!

To Hold Back The Dark

Kaiji Serelith

. . . ╰──╮Kaiji Serelith╭──╯ . . .

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28 - 5'8 - Unknown

Grim

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. . . ╰──╮Personality╭──╯ . . .

Cold and Calculating

» Rarely shows emotion, except in brief flashes of amusement or contempt

Sadistic Idealist

» Believes the wave is salvation, not destruction. Enjoys watching others “break”

Mysteriously Alluring

» Has an almost priest-like presence; speaks calmly, rarely raises his voice

Cruelly Honest

» Taunts others by exposing their inner fears and truths they won’t admit

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. . . ╰──╮ History ╭──╯ . . .
Once a brilliant but unrecognized alchemist in the quiet mountain city of Viremont, Kaiji was obsessed with the idea of purity—of body, of magic, of purpose. He believed the world was rotting from within, masked by peace and harmony. When the Abyss came, it didn’t consume him—it recognized him. Kaiji did not resist the anguish or despair. Instead, he embraced the wave as a form of clarity, a baptism into truth.

Transformed, Kaiji retained his intellect and voice of calm, but now with a frightening stillness. He became one of the first to fully command the corruption, rather than be consumed by it. His mind, once rigid in belief, now sees spreading the abyss as a natural evolution of the world—shedding weakness, revealing strength.

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. . . ╰──╮Spells and Abilities:╭──╯ . . .

💀 Serpent Shift
╰┈➤Kaiji is able to 'melt' into shadows and reform into a black snake. Like all snakes, he has an aversion to cold and cold weather.
𓆩⟡𓆪Kaiji becomes intangible and cannot attack or cast spells during the shift. If trapped in holy or radiant areas, he may not be able to reform properly.

💀 Ouroboros Sigil

╰┈➤ Unlike Light sigils, Kaiji’s personal mark corrupts holy barriers and warps magical defenses when engraved.
𓆩⟡𓆪If the corrupted sigil is struck by a Light Bearer’s pure strike (with intention and clarity), it will not only revert—it will backfire and injure Kaiji.

💀 Venomous Aura

╰┈➤Lowers morale and clarity of mind for nearby enemies; despair surfaces.
𓆩⟡𓆪Strong-willed Light Bearers or sigil-enhanced armor can block or weaken its effects. Too many targets at once will dilute the aura.

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. . . ╰──╮Weapons or tools:╭──╯ . . .

• ╰┈➤Serpentfang Blades (Dual) - Twin daggers forged from abyssal steel, curved like a snake's fang.
  
  ▷Coated in venom that paralyzes or disorients when it enters the bloodstream.
  ▷Can phase through light-based barriers once per day.
  ▷If used in a ritual (drawing blood from a target’s neck), can allow Kaiji to hear their thoughts temporarily.
• ╰┈➤Obsidian Chainwhip: “Nagareth” - A long, segmented whip made of abyss-infused black steel, barbed like a serpent’s spine.
  
  • ▷Can extend beyond its normal range to wrap or constrict.
    ▷When it strikes a Light Bearer, it dulls the glow of their sigils temporarily.
    ▷Whispers to Kaiji mid-battle, alerting him to the most fearful opponent nearby.

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. . . ╰──╮Miscellaneous Information:╭──╯ . . .

╰┈➤Light Overload: Prolonged exposure to concentrated light (from sigils, divine relics, or powerful Light Bearers) causes his form to destabilize—his skin cracks like porcelain, revealing something monstrous beneath.

╰┈➤Narcissistic Control: He believes he's the only one who truly understands the abyss. This blinds him to betrayal, especially from other Grims.

╰┈➤Obsession with Purity: Kaiji becomes irrational around someone he sees as “uncorrupted.” He may stall or make errors trying to test or “convert” them, even when it’s tactically unwise.

╰┈➤Snake Physiology Vulnerability: Extreme cold affects him more than most Grims—he becomes sluggish, his serpent forms falter, and his venom loses potency.

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Nova Andromeda

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22 - 5'7" - Cyrene (Ruined Holy Village)

Alignment – Light Bearers

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‎‧₊˚✧ Personality ✧˚₊‧

• ✧.* Devoted but Strained
  
  • ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Nova is deeply loyal to the goddess Aleathen, but her faith is mixed with fear and uncertainty. She reveres the light, but feels the burden of expectation pressing hard on her soul.
• ✧.* Warm and Protective
  
  • ࣪ ִֶָ☾. She treats others with gentleness, often taking on a big-sister role. Even in warzones, Nova speaks with compassion—though it sometimes leads her to hesitate when decisive action is needed.
• ✧.* Guilt-Ridden Survivor
  
  • ࣪ ִֶָ☾. The memory of her brother’s sacrifice never leaves her. She carries survivor’s guilt like a brand and pushes herself beyond her limits to protect others, refusing to let anyone else die “because of her.”

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‎‧₊˚✧ History ✧˚₊‧
Nova was born in Cyrene, a quiet temple-village nestled in a sun-blessed valley. The village was sacred to Aleathen and it was said that her blessing flowed through the springs and skies. But the Grim came regardless, ravenous, laughing, tearing through wards that were supposed to protect the innocent.

Nova was just a girl when the attack came. She remembers blood in the water, ash on the altar, and her brother’s arms shoving her into the sacred pool. That divine light consumed her, but did not kill her. She emerged days later, body glowing, eyes bright with something inhuman. Everyone else was gone.

Since then, Nova has become Aleathen’s chosen. She fights with a grace not entirely her own, wielding light like a blade. Every battle is penance. Every life saved is a prayer. She is the last daughter of Cyrene and she will not let the light die again.

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‧₊˚✧ Spells and Abilities‎ ✧˚₊‧

• ࣪˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Radiant Ascendance
  
  • When she’s severely wounded or emotionally overwhelmed, Nova bursts into a form wreathed in wings of golden flame. Her power surges, but she risks burning herself out. She’s stronger, faster, and terrifying to look at, yet it leaves her vulnerable and weakened once it fades.
• ࣪˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Starlit Vow
  
  • Nova inscribes a glowing sigil in the air, granting allies resistance to shadow corruption and strengthening their resolve. It boosts morale and stamina, but its effects fade quickly when she moves too far away.
• ࣪˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Lance of Cyrene
  
  • A weapon of pure light she conjures and hurls like a spear. The longer she holds it before release, the more potent the impact, but if she holds it too long, the energy can destabilize and explode in her hand.
• ࣪˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Purity Nova
  
  • A concentrated explosion of divine light that erupts from her body in all directions. It sears Grim flesh and burns corruption away, but leaves her briefly exhausted and open to counterattacks.
• ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Dawnstep
  
  • Allows her to dash through beams of sunlight or any source of illumination, leaving behind a burning echo. However, it cannot function in complete darkness or Grim-drenched terrain.

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‎‧₊˚✧ Weapons or Tools ✧˚₊‧

• ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Lightforged Pendant
  
  • ࣪ ִֶָ☾. A sunstone charm given to her by the last priest of Cyrene. It holds a fragment of Aleathen’s blessing and glows when danger is near. It also focuses her divine spells.
• ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Blessed War Skirt and Armor
  
  • Lightweight ceremonial armor remade for battle. Resistant to heat and corrosion, though vulnerable to piercing attacks.
• ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Wrist Mirror of Reflection
  
  • A magical bracer that can briefly reflect dark energy or illusions. It requires precise timing and is limited to one use every few minutes.
• ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Traveler’s Satchel
  
  • Carries medicinal herbs, spare cloth, and a relic shard from Cyrene’s altar. She keeps it close—more for comfort than practicality.

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‎‧₊˚✧ Miscellaneous Information ✧˚₊‧
࣪ ִֶָ☾. Nova’s favorite flower is the dusk lily—a species that only blooms where sunlight touches moonlight.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. She sometimes hums the lullaby her brother used to sing. It’s become a ritual she does before battle.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. She fears the dark—not just the literal absence of light, but the growing silence she feels in the divine connection with Aleathen.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. There are rumors she glows faintly when she sleeps.

To Hold Back The Dark

. . . ╰──╮Kaiji Serelith╭──╯ . . .

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◤━━━━━━━━━━━◥

28 - 5'8 - Unknown

Grim

◣━━━━━━━━━━━◢

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. . . ╰──╮Personality╭──╯ . . .

Cold and Calculating

» Rarely shows emotion, except in brief flashes of amusement or contempt

Sadistic Idealist

» Believes the wave is salvation, not destruction. Enjoys watching others “break”

Mysteriously Alluring

» Has an almost priest-like presence; speaks calmly, rarely raises his voice

Cruelly Honest

» Taunts others by exposing their inner fears and truths they won’t admit

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. . . ╰──╮ History ╭──╯ . . .
Once a brilliant but unrecognized alchemist in the quiet mountain city of Viremont, Kaiji was obsessed with the idea of purity—of body, of magic, of purpose. He believed the world was rotting from within, masked by peace and harmony. When the Abyss came, it didn’t consume him—it recognized him. Kaiji did not resist the anguish or despair. Instead, he embraced the wave as a form of clarity, a baptism into truth.

Transformed, Kaiji retained his intellect and voice of calm, but now with a frightening stillness. He became one of the first to fully command the corruption, rather than be consumed by it. His mind, once rigid in belief, now sees spreading the abyss as a natural evolution of the world—shedding weakness, revealing strength.

---

. . . ╰──╮Spells and Abilities:╭──╯ . . .

💀 Serpent Shift
╰┈➤Kaiji is able to 'melt' into shadows and reform into a black snake. Like all snakes, he has an aversion to cold and cold weather.
𓆩⟡𓆪Kaiji becomes intangible and cannot attack or cast spells during the shift. If trapped in holy or radiant areas, he may not be able to reform properly.

💀 Ouroboros Sigil

╰┈➤ Unlike Light sigils, Kaiji’s personal mark corrupts holy barriers and warps magical defenses when engraved.
𓆩⟡𓆪If the corrupted sigil is struck by a Light Bearer’s pure strike (with intention and clarity), it will not only revert—it will backfire and injure Kaiji.

💀 Venomous Aura

╰┈➤Lowers morale and clarity of mind for nearby enemies; despair surfaces.
𓆩⟡𓆪Strong-willed Light Bearers or sigil-enhanced armor can block or weaken its effects. Too many targets at once will dilute the aura.

---

. . . ╰──╮Weapons or tools:╭──╯ . . .

• ╰┈➤Serpentfang Blades (Dual) - Twin daggers forged from abyssal steel, curved like a snake's fang.
  
  ▷Coated in venom that paralyzes or disorients when it enters the bloodstream.
  ▷Can phase through light-based barriers once per day.
  ▷If used in a ritual (drawing blood from a target’s neck), can allow Kaiji to hear their thoughts temporarily.
• ╰┈➤Obsidian Chainwhip: “Nagareth” - A long, segmented whip made of abyss-infused black steel, barbed like a serpent’s spine.
  
  • ▷Can extend beyond its normal range to wrap or constrict.
    ▷When it strikes a Light Bearer, it dulls the glow of their sigils temporarily.
    ▷Whispers to Kaiji mid-battle, alerting him to the most fearful opponent nearby.

---

. . . ╰──╮Miscellaneous Information:╭──╯ . . .

╰┈➤Light Overload: Prolonged exposure to concentrated light (from sigils, divine relics, or powerful Light Bearers) causes his form to destabilize—his skin cracks like porcelain, revealing something monstrous beneath.

╰┈➤Narcissistic Control: He believes he's the only one who truly understands the abyss. This blinds him to betrayal, especially from other Grims.

╰┈➤Obsession with Purity: Kaiji becomes irrational around someone he sees as “uncorrupted.” He may stall or make errors trying to test or “convert” them, even when it’s tactically unwise.

╰┈➤Snake Physiology Vulnerability: Extreme cold affects him more than most Grims—he becomes sluggish, his serpent forms falter, and his venom loses potency.

Salutations

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The 100

BASICS
Full Name: Rhea Rivendent
Nicknames/Aliases: Red
Age: 17
Gender/Pronouns: She/her
Sexuality: Straight
Faction: The 100
Face Claim or Description:
Rhea – Profile
Rhea – Outfit

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PERSONALITY
MBTI or Alignment: ESTP-A / Chaotic Neutral
Key Traits: Extraverted, Observant, Assertive, Bold, Independent
Strengths: Charismatic under pressure, skilled at improvising and adapting, confident in high-stress situations, takes initiative
Flaws: Hotheaded, stubborn, dismissive of authority, doesn’t always consider long-term consequences
Fears: Crippling disappointment, becoming irrelevant or forgotten
Goals: To leave her mark on the world, whether that means leading, creating, or surviving against all odds

Brief Personality Overview:
Her love for the present moment is both a strength and a potential pitfall. On one hand, it allows her to fully immerse herself in experiences and seize opportunities others might miss. She's resourceful, brash, and doesn't back down from a challenge. But her need to prove herself—to be seen as extraordinary—can drive her into reckless decisions.
What motivates her? The idea that she’s meant for something more.
What breaks her? Being overlooked, underestimated, or forgotten.

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HISTORY
Birthplace: The Ark (Mecha Station)
Family Ties: Anita Rivendent (Mother – structural engineer), Robert Rivendent (Father – ex-guard, deceased)

Crimes (if part of The 100):
Rhea was caught dismantling and hoarding restricted engineering components from Mecha Station—parts she claimed were for new filtration prototypes and energy conduits that could help save the Ark. Her intentions may have been noble, but tampering with life-support infrastructure was deemed treasonous. Some whispered that her "projects" were too advanced for someone her age. Others believed she had help.

Key Events:
- Grew up idolizing her mother, a highly respected engineer
- Lost her father during a station fire that could have been prevented—Rhea secretly blames Ark leadership
- Developed a flair for invention and a defiant streak, often clashing with authority
- Arrested at 15, sentenced quietly to confinement without a public trial

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SKILLS & ABILITIES
Combat Experience: Limited—more scrappy than trained. Can throw a punch but prefers to outsmart or outmaneuver opponents
Survival Skills: Basic first aid, mechanical repair, repurposing salvaged tech, scavenging
Other Talents: Inventing tools out of scrap, bypassing simple electronic systems, charismatic persuasion
Weapons (if any): A self-fashioned wrist-blade made from broken restraints, and whatever she can improvise from scavenged materials

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RELATIONSHIPS & CONNECTIONS
Allies: TBD — open to friendships, co-inventors, protective types
Enemies: Anyone who mocks her intellect or gets in her way
Romantic Interests (past or potential): TBD — slow burn preferred; likely drawn to people who challenge or rival her confidence
Looking for: Friends, rivals, someone to call her out when she goes too far, someone she wants to impress (either out of admiration or spite)

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PLAYER INFO
Any plot ideas you’d like to explore?:
- Rhea’s inventions causing unexpected consequences (good or bad)
- Tension with a Grounder who sees her as a threat or curiosity
- A rivalry-turned-partnership
- Her secretly building something to contact the Ark—or destroy evidence of it

The 100

CHARACTER APPLICATION

"From the ashes, we rise."

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BASICS
Full Name:
Nicknames/Aliases:
Age: (13–30 depending on faction)
Gender/Pronouns:
Sexuality:
Faction: (The 100 / Ark / Grounder / Other)
Clan (if Grounder):
Face Claim or Description:

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PERSONALITY
MBTI or Alignment (optional):
Key Traits: (3–5 adjectives)
Strengths:
Flaws:
Fears:
Goals:
Brief Personality Overview:
Tell us who they are at their core. What motivates them? What breaks them?

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HISTORY
Birthplace:
Family Ties:
Crimes (if part of The 100):
Key Events:
Backstory in 1–3 paragraphs. Be as detailed or mysterious as you like.

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SKILLS & ABILITIES
Combat Experience: (If any—hand-to-hand, weapons, etc.)
Survival Skills: (Tracking, hunting, medicine, engineering, etc.)
Other Talents: (Negotiation, hacking, strategy, herbalism, etc.)
Weapons (if any):

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RELATIONSHIPS & CONNECTIONS
Allies:
Enemies:
Romantic Interests (past or potential):

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Any plot ideas you’d like to explore?:

The 100

Yeah you can! Im gonna post mine later todah

New Horizons (BunniesofDoomxHyliaIncarnate)

New Horizons (BunniesofDoomxHyliaIncarnate)

Adelia let out a soft hum, thoughtful as she swirled the root beer in her can. “You know… that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about pineapple on cheese,” she said with a quiet smile, lifting her toothpick like a toast before popping the last bite into her mouth. It was cheesy and sweet and maybe a little weird—but still good. Sort of like this night.

She didn’t expect the deeper note in Eliot’s reply—Some people are just tabs to be forgotten. It struck her in a place she hadn’t realized was open. That quiet little drawer of herself she didn’t let many people peek into. She watched him slide his phone from his pocket, his fingers moving with casual ease. And when he held it out to her, contacts list open, she didn’t hesitate.

She took the phone gently from his hands, brushing her thumbs over the screen as if it was a more sacred act than she had words for. After typing in her name, she hesitated before adding a simple message below it:
“Root beer and reckless optimism. That’s me.”

Handing the phone back, her fingers lingered for half a second longer than necessary—just enough to be felt, not questioned.

The intercom buzzed, and she instinctively looked up too, lips quirking in amusement. “What a formal way to say, ‘Please clean up your mess and go home.’”

As Eliot turned to help tidy up, Adelia moved alongside him. She plucked a few crumpled napkins from the table, nudging discarded cups closer to the trash bin with practiced efficiency. It reminded her of cleaning up after family dinners—after the kids had passed out on the couch and her parents were too tired to notice spilled juice on the counter.

Old habits.

When Eliot returned to her side, she met his smile with one of her own—gentle, steady. The kind of expression that didn’t scream for attention but rather invited closeness.

“Well,” she said, brushing a stray hair from her cheek, “I was planning to wander back to my dorm. But I’m totally down for some waffle house if you are?” She tilted her head in question. She hadn't entirely gotten to make friends with her dormmate. It was more of one sided greeting that was met with a dead stare. Anything was better than going back right now. “Lead the way, Eliot. I’ll follow—so long as it’s not to another armchair ambush.”