The Princes and Princesses of Amber

[KirinLemon77]

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[PlatinumSkink]

Name: Lara

Age: 16 - Appears and IS. She is a VERY new addition to the royal siblings, with quite an aptitude for magic.

Appearance: This girl is a fair and somewhat short girl of the royal siblings. She has a small, almost childish build, 150 cm / 5 feet tall and quite frail. On the trump cards Lara will be wearing a certain expensive purple dress which ends before her knees. Behind her two half-cape pieces of cloth hang behind her. The entire garment of purple is specked with pink frills and small ribbons everywhere around it. Her long white hair will be ordered into several tails using purple ribbons. On her head she’ll be wearing a little hat, because she likes that hat. In her clutches Lara will be holding a pink little stuffed animal, with no real description other than it having arms, legs a head and a torso as well as small ears sticking out in an animal kind of way.

(Will you dislike me if I say I used an anime image for reference?)

Edit - Um, is that image wearing glasses? If she is, I didn't notice it before now. Well. Lara's not wearing glasses. That I can say for sure.

Mother, and your formative childhood experiences: The mother of Lara was a servant at the palace that the king pulled to himself because he found her to be rather pretty and needed a change for a little while. This was, though, actually a plan from the maid’s part. It was a part of her plan to get pregnant with the king and deliver a prince or princess to secure power for herself. Of course, she’d turn more powerful if the princess was the one to get the throne, but she didn’t put too much pressure on that. The maid helped raise the daughter to make sure she learned all the proper things and so.

Unfortunately for said mother, things didn’t go that well after that. The king quickly bored of her, and left her to her own devices. After some dreadful performances as a maid, she only remained because of her daughter. But at the age of eight… even the daughter discarded her, and she was forced to leave the palace.

Before said age of eight, Lara lived what would possibly be called a normal life in the palace. Raised and taught the different things needed, she quickly learned how to “play” extensively with outer powers, that is to say magic. After having learned enough magic, the daughter didn’t need her mother to provide for her anymore, and seeing the lack of use Lara discarded her own mother. It was after that the girl decided to play around with her siblings…

Merely because she felt like it, Lara started sending assassins on her siblings using obscure sources outside the palace using magic to keep her true identity safe. Of course, such a task was foolhardy, and many turned down the request to kill those demi-gods. But there were always those confident or stupid enough to accept. A while after, most siblings of Lara should have been attacked at least once. She even sent some after herself at a time to feel the excitement of being hunted, though she destroyed them pretty easily.

Having hidden herself behind an aura of childishness, Lara has become more mature than she appears. She’s intelligent, mature and by all means capable of defending herself. But due to her childish demeanor which leaked up to an age where most her siblings had discarded this, Lara has gained a definite reputation from her appealingly carefree way of life. And then there is the fact she’s still alive…

Personality: Self-confident, stubborn and slightly insane. Lara easily closes herself off, but she is also quick to accept others. This one girl can be subject to paranoia, understandable in a world where all your siblings might attempt to kill you, but she can come past that. She can easily converse with people, and in such conversations her inner maturity and intelligence could easily shine through if Lara’s not careful. She’s knowledgeable, and has shown proof of this in studies and stranger situations. Lara is also curious on the other members of her family, and often pursues them to their world to play… or other things. Sometimes, if someone is about to do something really stupid Lara will not be able to keep herself from resisting from interfering. She appears to be a kind little girl that likes to help people and just simply be nice to people.

Also, she might be a slight sadist, or an scheming trickster. But she'll mostly only show her dolls this. Though, that might be practice for the real thing...

Relationship with various family members: Lara is often at random parties and other events that might take place. She also has the uncanny habit for pursuing others into their shadow worlds because she is curious on what they are doing, with varying success depending on who she's following. However, at other times when others might seek her, she has uncomfortably often stuffed herself into her own room playing with her own dolls, not allowing anyone in. This combined should earn her talking-space to most siblings that doesn't reject her, yet she is unreachable to get all to close to because the only things she keeps that close to herself is her own dolls. She appears like a kind little girl, after all.

A few siblings might have realized she's been sending assassins on her siblings considering how recently those assassins have been showing up. Also, those who have seen the state of her room... torn stuffed animals and destroyed toys everywhere... might have left with a slightly different impression on her. As such, there may be those siblings who are very wary of her...

On specific family-members

Perseus: Lara has done her usual batch of interest checks towards big lank brother (checking if she can approach him, attempt pursuing him into the shadows, send assassins on him to test him out) and has found she has been able to reach a satisfying level of speaking-terms.

Thorn: Lara and Thorn had never met before he arrived for the funeral. On the other hand, the usual interest check and the small conversation they shared in the palace resulted in Lara becoming quite wary of big stranger brother...

Narikana: The youngest sister has never met big mysterious sister before. On the other hand, she has heard about big sis. Due to respect for the rumor about her sister, Lara hasn't done the usual interest check on Narikana (she's afraid something would go wrong). A more honest curiosity has arisen past the wicked curiosity she usually shows. Lara would very much like to meet her eldest sister somehow...

Adeline: Big strong sis has been paying a lot of attention to Lara. Of course, Lara doesn't mind at all. Big strong sis is so nice. They're like real sisters. They are really, but things are weird in this family, really. Big strong sis escaped needing an interest check, Lara knows what she's capable of even without it.

Cody: Big happy/nice/royal brother (she has not decided on one way of calling him, though the last one is used exceedingly rarely) is a nice brother. He's been helping to teach Lara a few things between the times, and she visits him every now and then. Of course, he hasn't avoided being target of an interest check.

Josiah: Due to certain incidents concerning tricks and other things, Lara and big masked brother has a slight history of one playing tricks on the other while the other retaliates. But they appear to be having so much fun doing this so who knows if it is a real sibling-quarrel or just... playing around...

James: Big bow brother is nice enough. Lara has made her usual interest check, going and talking, attempt to pursue into shadow world, send a few assassins at the optimum moment to see what happens. Overall, no specific amount or special kind of attention has been shared between the two.

Lazarus: Lara is deathly afraid of her eldest brother. The reasons for this are many. She avoids him regularly, stutters and flinches whenever he talks to her, and cannot stand up to his requests at all. She holds a deep respect for big big brother, and something makes her plenty afraid of him despite the niceness he's shown her. For obvious reasons, Lara has not sent an interest check after her big big brother. She's afraid he'd backtrack her and punish her.

Envy: Lara has been seen speaking to big beauty brother regularly, and they appear to have a nice healthy relationship. As normal a relationship as Lara could have with a big brother, she's been asking him questions, attempting following him around and sent assassins after him.

Where you spend your time: Mostly, Lara simply spends all her time in the palace, playing with stuffed animals or other things. However, there are occasions where she walks into the shadow realms. This is mostly to pursue her siblings out of pure curiosity, but sometimes she finds herself lost. Not lost as in that she can’t find her way back, but lost exactly where she wants herself to be lost. Most commonly great magical worlds that make little sense is her target, where beings live that would die because of their physical existence being impossible. Oversized weird beings -seemingly coming from a child’s dreams, maybe Lara has found the definite route to Wonderland?

Since Lara is so young, she's had yet to have any serious impact on any of those worlds. The beings within her personal Wonderland sees her as a powerful fairy, one worth being protected. Be careful should you attempt to seek Lara when she has wandered into her Wonderland. Because nothing here makes sense, and to seek an audition with the Fairy Princess will attract the eyes of many within these worlds. Though, she is most often in her own room or somewhere else in the palace. It isn't that often one needs to find her within this... weird place.

Statistics:
Strength: 9th place
Dexterity: 7th place
Intelligence: 2nd place
Finesse: 7th place
Willpower: 4th place

Skills: Quick at reading, quick at talking, quick at casting spells. Lara never trained her body excessively, but she did however practice her magic in order to be capable of defending herself against power-hungry siblings. She’s also knowledgeable, meaning she knows several things about several worlds that she’s read about when studying and she’s quite capable of mixing something explosive or poisonous up. Also, she should have a fairly good idea about the political situation and what some things might mean for the world as a whole. Though, she cannot possibly know as much as some thousand-year old siblings might. Her "intelligence" stat is not necessarily her "amount of knowledge" stat.

Compared to her siblings, she's mostly very, very frail. But she has other things to weight that up.

Equipment: Lara keeps with her a healthy amount of magic-sensitive stiletto’s she created for herself (with magic). These can be imbued with magic and launched as projectiles and returned as necessary. Also among her magic equipment is a collection of dolls which she can imbue with magic to do things for her, and some more dangerous larger armored and equipped dolls she can summon can also fight for her, controlling them using her magic. She can also send out her little animals to scout for her. If allowed to, Lara can control other people using her puppeteer skills, but this only works well on people who are not siblings unless the person is willing (or has no will).

Because of paranoia on being attacked, Lara has a magical shield designed to activate upon her being ambushed. It isn’t all that strong, but it might be able to save her life if it slows an attack down for even an instant. A purple shield that erupts from her to attempt to stop an attacker. Not that strong. Lara also keeps quite a collection of magic projectiles in great sizes, and she can deconstruct things to give her the matter she needs to create projectiles. Also, Lara can manipulate objects to make them more susceptible to her magical powers. But that takes a while to do.

Of course, Lara also carries a wide array of spells of varying effects, it would be impossible to list them all. But she prefers her dark energy and puppeteer magic. She also often uses spells which contain sound (keeping things secret is important here) or manipulate light to fake illusions, but those illusions are easily seen through by siblings with even meager intelligence or finesse. They are mainly for other people who are not siblings.

Platinum; Your character will be frail, but very skilled in magic.I think your CS matches the stats you bid on perfectly.

It was inside the palace, inside a room on one of the higher floors. It was absolutely quiet, nothing specific disturbing the atmosphere. Throughout the room, strange things were lying around. Small stuffed animals, each one creepier than the next with twisted features and randomly torn body parts, were lying across the room. Accessories, small shining stars and toy-ponies were dangling from the roof. The giant bed on the side was in a deep royal blue color, the draperies and pillars on the side screaming out royalty. The room was very dark… and very quiet.

Cling.

It was the sound of a cup being placed on a platter. Because in the middle of the dark room sat a girl on her knees near an undersized table. A person could have missed her if s/he had only been glancing through. But right there, a girl was sitting. She was actually looking like she was too old for this childish room, a lady on the latter half of her teens. Not that it mattered in the years of an immortal kind. She was sitting with a few cups, serving herself and a few torn dolls another cup of… who knows what that green liquid is. Smiling a bit for herself, the young girl watched her little dolls delightfully drinking the drink they’ve been served through her magic.

‘Ah, that is wonderful.’ Said the one-eyed comparatively large brown teddy-bear on her right. Instead of an eye, there was simply cotton spilling out where the left eye should be. It appeared to have been patched together a few times. For a teddy-bear it had a surprisingly dark and male voice. Straight across from the girl, a human doll of unidentified gender was sitting sipping endlessly. The bear turned to the girl.

‘Lady Lara, I once again must thank you from the bottom of my heart for serving me such a wonderful brew.’ A wicked little smile appeared on the girl, as she brushed her long hair behind her since it had fallen forward upon her leaning forward to pour liquid into the cups of her animals.

‘No, it is nothing.’ She replied, a soft and kind-sounding voice escaping her throat. ‘I can summon more at any time. Please, indulge yourself to your heart’s content.’

‘Don’t mind if I do.’ The brown bear lifted up the cup again to drain it in a single sweep with both his fingerless arms. On the left side of the girl, sat a miniature lizard, like a stuffed animal velociraptor, though it appeared far less dangerous than its supposed “real” counterparts. Not that such a species had ever been quite “real”, but in any case. It had crouched itself on the side of the table, letting its cloth-nose near its cup to smell it.

‘Is… is this safe?’ the dinosaur asked. Hesitation was full in the female voice emanating from the stuffed beast.

‘It is perfectly safe.’ Lara replied looking over to the raptor-like teddy. The kind eyes of the girl watched on as the raptor haplessly looked back and forth between the girl and the drink before finally sipping at the drink with its large mouth. The dinosaur was quite whole compared to all other stuffed animals inside the room. Throughout, many had limbs torn as they were scattered lifelessly across the room. As a matter of fact, the healthiest of all the stuffed animals were currently sitting dining in the dark room together with Lara.

‘Fine drink. Give me more. By the way, do you have any intention on snaring the throne from your siblings, Lara?’ This question was asked by the human-looking doll. Quite a nicely made one, too, in cloth. Precise stitches made up the entity of the male-looking doll. As it was asking, it dangerously waved the empty cup at Lara as if it had gone drunk on the liquid. Lara smiled lightly, as she took the cup and poured another cup for the doll.

‘Of course I do. But I like seeing things with some realism.’ This attracted the gaze of the one-eyed bear as well.

‘So, you’re intending on surviving above all? You are going to take the reasonable path and allow someone stronger than yourself to have the throne should you find yourself out-powered?’ Small sips were heard from across the table, as well as a small splash as the clumsy raptor has somehow managed to tip over her cup.

‘Hm-hm. Life is so interesting. I’m not intending on dying. I will take any measure to keep alive but…’ The girl sighed loudly, and stared up at the ceiling. ‘Oh, I’d like to have that throne. But I’m afraid I’d have to be so merciless should I want to seek it…’ On the side, the raptor was desperately trying to wipe the liquid it had spilled on the floor.

The bear put down his cup. ‘I think you should give up the throne. Lady Lara, you are simply not built for this sort of race for the crown.’ He then continued sipping. ‘Yeah, those siblings of yours would rip you apart. You’re too small and kind to match up to anything described as merciless…’ The doll lifted his cup above his head and continued the bear’s argument. This… made the girl giggle somewhat as she stared up in the ceiling. The doll and bear gave her inquiring looks, while the raptor was still desperately trying to wipe the spilled liquid.

‘We’ll see…’ The only thing the girl needed to say.

Suddenly, a choke. The doll, the most avid drinker of all the toys, choked hard on something. The cup he had been holding over his head fell down and crashed on the floor, spilling both contents and shards of the cup in all directions. Both the raptor and the bear flinched violently, staring at the doll. Suddenly, the doll started shaking, a creation of stitches and cloth vibrating in pain, when it suddenly… burst asunder…

‘What is the meaning if this!?’ The bear shoved aside the table as it stood up. It gave Lara a stern look, checking after signs of guilt. They were everywhere. She was staring up at the ceiling, a smile plastered on her expression, and she had not turned to look at what happened to the doll since she had already known what would be happening to it…

‘Oh, the meaning? Quite simple, really…’ The girl bent herself forward, and looked the bear straight into its small cuddly face. ‘You’ve all had a special serving of my own special poison. I trust it was to your tastes?’

The bear lit up, apparently upset. ‘Why, you..!’ But more it did not get to say. It choked. It had also consumed a fair amount of the liquid that had been served. Shortly after a number of choking sounds, the bear’s head fell off as it was holding at its neck, dancing around in a pained dance, before finally falling over, head rolling away…

The girl calmly turned her eyes to the raptor. Not at all as a raptor of real life, this stuffed animal was shaking in fear. In the darkness, the shape of the girl could easily turn into that of a terrible giant for an ill-fated stuffed magical animal. Lara gave it a glare, an expecting one, awaiting something to happen. But it didn’t.

‘You…’ The girl began, still with the kind tone she had used earlier while serving them. ‘You didn’t drink enough, I’m afraid. It isn’t affecting you.’ She glared with slight disappointment at the raptor, which was now crawling slowly away.

‘P-please, have mercy, Lady Lara!’ It pleaded in panic. ‘I-I can be a good servant! I just exist as a figure of your magic! You don’t need to kill me! I-I can be helpful..! In the future..! Somehow..!’ But the girl seemed not impressed. She stared at the little beast, but it was but an imitation. Yes…

‘You are but the imitation of a beast. If I need servants, I can call for being plenty more useful than the likes of you. I merely created you to entertain myself during a particularly dreary day. Your purpose has now ended. It is time for you to perish.’ There was finality in the words of Lara. She was no longer amused. Any further than this, and her joy for the game would end. It was time to end it all.

‘B-but..! I can entertain you again, Lady Lara! I can be your friend! Your advisor and sidekick! Or just a friendly voice that awaits you when you come home! Anything more than just a pawn that you can kill off! Please! Do consider..!’ The panicked stuffed dinosaur was shaking in fear and fallen back on its bottom. The tail was crawled out upon the carpet. Lara inspected the raptor for a short while, as if the stuffed animal had said something worth considering. But then… she raised her hand.

‘Eh..?’ A world hidden from the eyes of the raptor was suddenly shown. The dining room the animal had been seeing was replaced with reality, where loads of killed stuffed animals were lying around, nobody having bothered picking them up. Just a large graveyard of formerly living magical stuffed animals was present, showing reality to the little despairing being made of cloth. It stared fearfully at the girl, who was now looking at it with annoyance having replaced any emotion that was there earlier.

‘If I need any more of that, I’ll just create another one.’

It became too much. The raptor, fearful for its fake life, jumped up on its legs and fled screaming for the door. It knew it had no chance, but it had to try. It was the only shot it had. Had the stuffed animal been capable of crying, it certainly would have been crying now. But behind it, the girl was raising her hand. From her wrist she gained a small stiletto, possibly through magic. And then, after having imbued the stiletto with a few moments of magic, she threw the stiletto which was guided as a dark missile towards the back of the fleeing stuffed animal.

‘Save m-’ It stood no chance. The knife hit it square in the back and the magical energy split it through. At impact, the dark energy imbued in the sharp projectile split and seared through the raptor. After a small bit of a shining dark light and a final scream of the raptor, the magical power burst in a small but colorful explosion sending little pieces of the raptor all over the place while the stiletto fell down on the floor with small metallic sounds announcing its descent. There… left in the room… was the little girl, leaned over her toy-table with the poisonous drinks still lying about. She stared down at them. They were… of no real use.

The door was opened lightly, forcing light into the dark room. The girl made no real reaction to the light suddenly entering the room. A servant of the palace had opened the door, intent on making his presence known. Had he knocked? Probably. Lara hadn’t dropped the spell which allowed no sound to come in or out of her room. Maybe she should widen that range so that she could at least hear knocking, she thought absent-mindedly to herself.

‘Milady Lara, I’ve come bearing news. The king has died.’ Really? About time. ‘In response to this a certain amount of necessary preparations will need to be made, and will need to make an appearance at…’ … and he kept on talking, as if it was just a ceremonial event and all of that. Didn’t this guy understand? The king… has died. All the power-hungry siblings of Lara would now come out in true force. It wouldn’t just be assassins anymore, either. This time it was going to be personal. Not to mention the Courts of Chaos would likely take advantage of the state of despair which would assault this palace. And this would all… … all would be a trial, a difficult one, one that could change the history of all that which we call “real”…

… And Lara would be in the thick of it…

[EnterTheHero]

Spoiler

Name: Perseus, aka The Piper

Age: He's forgotten his true age, though it is at least over 1000. However, despite his scars, he appears to be comfortably in his early 30s.

Appearance: Pretty damn tall- about 6' 6"- and slender, though not enough to be mistaken for Jack Skellington. An angular face, green eyes, and dark, almost blood-red hair, cropped short, are his other defining physical features. Unlike his other demigod siblings, Perseus bears scars- dozens of them, mostly along his arms and torso. As such, he wears a high-collared black longcoat and gloves to conceal most of his injuries. The right side of his face is severely pockmarked with scars, as though someone had thrown acid in his face. He wears a simple mask- half black, half white, eye holes and nothing else- to cover his face. Always armed with a black cane-sword (in the portrait, the sword is slightly drawn, revealing that the blade itself is also black).

Mother, and your formative childhood experiences: Perseus is the son of Oberon (obviously) and Dr. Emily Rousseau, a skilled surgeon and a pioneer in bio-mechanical prostheses. When Perseus lost his leg in a car accident, it was her research that gave him, quite literally, a leg to stand on. Perseus spent most of his childhood learning to adapt to his new leg- a long journey filled with lots of instances of falling flat on his face.

After many years, Perseus was finally told of his lineage in a rather abrupt way when his father suddenly appeared and whisked he and his mother to Amber for a family visit. Rather than be terrified, as his mother had feared, Perseus was thrilled, and took to his demigod nature rather swiftly. Much of his teenage years were spent wandering the shadow worlds, exploring every inch of them in search of new things. Over time, he grew extremely able in traveling and manipulating the shadow worlds, and they became his favored place to spend his time.

When his mother died from cancer, Perseus went to live in the castle, and tried to grow closer to his siblings, the only family he had left. Of course, we all know how this turned out, don't we...? No? Just keep scrolling down, then. It'll come to you. Regardless, Perseus has always been one of the most enigmatic of Oberon's children, and even those who knew him before he disappeared into his realm will not likely remember him. Which is exactly how he likes it...

Personality: Disturbingly tenacious. Once he gets an idea into his head, Perseus will always try to follow it through. He is very wary of trusting others, especially his siblings- someone will have to prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that their intentions are genuine for Perseus to even begin to trust them with anything.

Perseus has a strong sense of justice, and would like nothing more than to root out the siblings that exiled him and have them punished. Unfortunately, the only way to accomplish this, in his mind, is to be crowned King himself- before one of siblings takes it for themselves. That being said, he is slowly coming to terms with the fact that none of his betrayers might even still be alive.

But he has made a commitment to his plan, and he is sticking to it to the bitter end...

Relationship with various family members: Perseus is hard-pressed to trust any of his siblings after the Betrayal. A number of his family members- he doesn't know which ones, hence the problems- fell upon him, beat him to within an inch of his life, and flung his near-corpse deep into the shadow worlds to die. After emerging from his almost-destruction, Perseus refused to return in the face of such a bold attempt on his life.

Given his father's recent passing, however, Perseus is horrified at the idea of one of his other siblings gaining dominion over all of reality. As such, he has returned, to accept the burden of ruling, if only to keep it out of his siblings' hands. Though the ones who betrayed him may or may not even still live, Perseus does not hold much faith in the rest of his family's ability to rule.

Where you spend your time: House of the Piper- A world of the Piper's own making. An impossibly large mansion, an entire world unto itself, made entirely of all the impossible architectures that Perseus could cram into it- basically, an enormous Escher painting. There are many hubs to the House, where the Piper's followers live- other outcasts from other worlds that Perseus has taken pity on. Intruders will be hard-pressed to break through the barriers of impossibility that Perseus has crafted to protect his followers from those that would wish them harm. At the very heart of the structure is the Piper's Study, where Perseus actually lives. Which is quite nice- you should visit sometime. Though, all things considered, an invitation to the House will be rare.

Skills: Perseus' greatest asset is his persistence. He simply will not give up, no matter the cost to him. With his domineering will, he is a master of the arts of persuasion and subterfuge, able to get others to see his line of thinking rather easily. He is also much more well-versed in traveling and manipulating the shadow worlds than his other siblings.

Whatever other talents he was gifted with before his forced exile, or what unearthly powers he has been granted in the shadow worlds is unknown, or has long since been forgotten by his siblings... if any of the ones that betrayed him are still alive, that is.

Equipment: The only visible weapon Perseus has on him is his trusty cane-sword. Though, given his less-than-trusting nature, it is safe to assume he has other ways of dealing with opponents...

While not equipment, per se, Perseus is never without his two advisers- Janus, an eight-armed, two-faced (as in, he has two faces) humanoid, and Saturn, who is basically a drider for all intents and purposes.

[TimeMasterX]

COMPLETE - Might edit later if anything needs updating.

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Name: Thorn (Real name unknown)

Age: 4500 but appears in his late 20's

Appearance:


This is his image on the trump card.

Under the garments Thorn is clad in dark grey armor which appears almost like scales. There is a luminescent quality to his skin which appears to shimmer, despite his origins in the shadow. He wears the crystal on a chain around his neck at all times.
The green garments, despite their bulky appearance are more remniscent of a nehru jacket, hugging his wiry body but, when undone, makes his dark armor very visible, almost as a warning.

Mother, and your formative childhood experiences: Thorn was conceived in one of Oberon's earliest 'conquests'. His mother was a servant in Oberon's palace who was seduced and summarily exiled upon her pregnancy being discovered. She fled from Amber's great cities, giving birth in a slum and then depositing Thorn on the doorstep of an orphanage with nothing but a stuffed squirrel. The squirrel was given to Thorn who regarded it as the only tie to his past. Unfortunately the toy was burnt by a particularly spiteful boy at the orphanage. Thorn's rage at losing the memento of his past unlocked his innate magical ability which, in turn, destroyed the orphanage. Thorn was not seen again for just over a thousand years by which point he had been all but forgotten by the world. Somehow he discovered who his father was but only sought him out once. After the encounter which gained him his facial scar, Thorn was not seen in Amber again until the death of Oberon.

Personality: An introvert, Thorn does not often make his thoughts or even his actions well known. He has a strong reliance and pride in his own abilities which leads him to mistrust others and never commit without an escape clause. He shows strong loyalty to his friends but none are ever sure if it is genuine due to his shadowy nature. Thorn's worldview is a practical one, he cares little for the trappings of power but fears what the consequences to his own life will be should one of his siblings gain the throne. At the very least, his desire for survival is strong but his ambition is not minimal either, he intends to make as much from this conflict of interest as he can, and then more so. Thorn is most comfortable when using his mind and his silver tongue to gain what he desires. In addition, his stealth, agility and sheer speed make him a terrifying foe.

Relationship with various family members: Thorn only recently arrived at the palace, making him somewhat an unknown quantity. He has had no great interaction with his siblings, leaving people unsure as to his intentions and ability.

Where you spend your time: Thorn has only recently arrived at the castle due to the news of the death of his father. He has been making a point of travelling through all the shadow realms. As a result he has a good lay of the land(s) so to speak. He is a wanderer with no real roots of his own.

Skills: Thorn prefers to employ his silver tongue to achieve his aims. As a result he is a strong presence at any negotiation involving him. However, should matters turn to violence he relies upon his agility, stealth and speed to end a confrontation. Thorn is difficult to predict on the battlefield due to his constantly adapting fighting style and his ability to use an enemy's own nature against them as well as the field of battle itself. He is not as versed in his innate magical ability which mainly manifests during moments of extreme emotion. As a result, his magical power is very elemental in nature.

Equipment: In addition to the crystal around his neck which is also subject to speculation, Thorn wields a gauntlet that has the capability to extend many wicked looking blades in several combinations. It is unknown as to where or how Thorn acquired such a device and what, if any, other capabilities it possesses.



Character Summary due to stats (posted by GM): Perfect Ninja. High dex and finesse. Projectile weapons are your wheelhouse, and you can move like a cat. However, you are downright fragile and weak when it comes to your siblings -low will means you also take a long time to heal, too, and are easily dominated by magic or psych.

[icmasticc]

Once again, CS complete. Should be much more reasonable now. I took an ability I've used on other boards, and formulated it a bit for this RP.

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Princess Narikana/3500 Years Old


Stats
Strength-2nd
Dexterity-8th
Intelligence-FIRST
Finesse-9th
Willpower-8th

Appearance
-Though Narikana is 3500 years old in age, she appears to be in her early 20s. Narikana is a tall woman at 5'10 though her body is slender and shapely at a comfortable weight of 125 lbs. Everything seen in the picture description above is an accurate depiction of the girl with some additions. She tends to be scantily clad no matter she wears, though this not to be appear attractive in any way; it is simply her way. Her skin is pale with a light grayish tint that gives her an eerie, inhuman look. Her brown hair reaches down to her waist and seems to be well taken care of. Her eyes adhere to an unconventional shade of ice blue, standing out whenever one is close enough to speak with the woman.

The markings on Narikana's body is a symbol of her completion of the journey to become a Contractor. They were made from her own blood and give her a definitive look within her tribe and within the kingdom in general.

Mother, and your formative childhood experiences:
-Narikana is the daughter of Oberon and Ariana, a well known medium. Ariana looked much the same as her daughter does currently except her skin tone was more of a cream color and her eyes weren't so ominous or strangely colored. Ariana was known for her ability to connect with spirits of many different kinds. The shadow realms were seemingly endless but, Ariana was able to communicate with thousands of different spirits of different realms almost effortlessly. Some believe the trumping system featured in Amber was an indirect result of Ariana's communication methods though, this rumor was never proven.

Narikana was born to her mother in the kingdom of Amber. She was taught from birth about her lineage; the fact that she was a demigod and, being Ariana's daughter, her intrinsic ability to communicate with spirits. Narikana's mother made sure to teach her the strict ways of the Contractor; a race of mediums that held a long and ancient lineage on Ariana's side alone. As a member of this illustrious line, Narikana immediately took the teachings and excelled beautifully. The only splotch on her name was being the daughter of Oberon, a man that Ariana hated dearly. In a moment of weakness, she had succumbed to his charm and made love to him but, she never expected a child. Even then, she decided to raise the child normally, in hopes that she could pass on the hatred for the King.

Over thousands of years, Narikana learned the ways of the Contractors until the day finally came when she inducted into the namesake. After becoming an official Contractor though, Narikana's mother disappeared. Rumor has it that before Oberon died, he exiled her to a random shadow world. Since there are so many though, there was no way to know exactly which one she was exiled too. Narikana's lifelong goal is to find her mother and understand the reasons for her disappearance.

Personality:
-Narikana is a very serious and spiritual woman. As dictated by her lifestyle as a Contractor, the woman does not make use of profane language and speaks in an elegant and respectful manner, even when angry. Due to her discipline, Narikana is always in control of her emotions and can often come across as a blank slate. She is straight forward in conversation and does not see the need for sarcasm, humor, or wit in her dialect.

Relationship with various family members:
-Narikana has a sort of estranged relationship with her siblings. She was raised in the castle for over two milliennia so she knows most of them but, she simply does not care to spend time with many of them. Unlike the rest, Narikana does not care for the throne in any capacity and couldn't care less who eventually rules over all reality. She is only cautious of the more malicious persons in the family. Because of this belief, Narikana attempts to avoid battle as much as possible. She was taught that combat is petty and is only necessary in the most dire of times or as an absolute last resort.

If you can find her, Narikana is open to friendly relationships with calmer, more serene members of the family. She can be social when she comes to trust you but, don't expect the girl to become your partner in battle without a very good reason as to why she should need to fight at all. Her only goal in life is the find her mother who was exiled and continue the traditions of the Contractor tribe.

At 3500 years old, Narikana could possibly one of the oldest siblings if she is not the oldest one. This elder age alone gives many reason to suspect her intentions regarding the throne and it is a contributing factor to why she secludes herself most of the time.

Where you spend your time
-Narikana spends in her time in a private shadow world. It's a world of her personal creation that is literally filled with nothing. Stars, space, galaxies, and planets are the only things that exist within this shadow world. It is ultimate serenity for Narikana and it is also the place where she can connect to spirits. This world is like her like her own little retreat. Whenever she needs to think or be alone, she travels to that world and meditates in pure peace and tranquility.

Skills:
Narikana uses a form of magical discipline known as astral magic. Exactly as it sounds, astral magic allows the user to create constructs through magical means. These constructs can be various things from the imagination from weapons to non-combat items and anything else. For example, Narikana can carry the hilt of a blade and create the blade herself through astral means, rendering the sword stronger. However, how long the constructs last is another thing altogether. For Narikana, the bigger and more extravagant the construct, the more magic it takes and thus, the time which she can maintain it is severely shortened. Smaller constructs tend to last longer, though due to her low willpower, no construct lasts a significantly long amount of time anyway.

Because of this, Narikana sometimes resorts to enhancing physical items with her constructs. This technique allows her to use less magic since most of the item exists in reality and because of this, the enhancement can last longer than a normal construct with no physical base. While astral magic is her main offense, as a mage, Narikana can cast other, more common spells. This especially true, considering she is the strongest magician in the family. The rule of thumb remains firm however; the bigger and more extravagant the spell, the more heavily she is drained after usage, due to her low willpower.

Besides her magical potential, Narikana is also much stronger than she initially looks. Among the siblings, her strength is only surpassed by one. This allows the slender woman to not only deliver devastating blows through hand to hand combat but, her body is also much more durable than most, obviously excluding the one who is her physical superior. It's as simple as, what Narikana lacks in speed and finesse, she more than makes up for in massive magical potential and extreme strength. However, even with these traits, the disciplined lifestyle of the Contractors has taught her that battle is the absolute last resort; Narikana abides by this law as much as she possibly can.

Equipment:

-On her back in an "X" formation, Narikana carries twin blades that serve as a physical medium for magical enhancement. As normal weapons, they perform spectacularly but, Narikana uses them as a base and creates an astral blade around the physical blades of the weapon, allowing them to cut through any solid object and even some lesser magical attacks. In combination with her constructs, the swords can act as a base for even more creative uses depending upon the battle situation.

These blades also hold sentimental value as they were a gift from the girl's now missing mother before she was gone. They were a present given to Narikana in honor of becoming an official Contractor medium.

Other Info
-Like the rest of her tribe, Narikana is prone to smoking an unknown substance from an ornate pipe. The substance has no ill effect on her but, to strangers, the smell of a sweet perfume seems odd to be coming from a pipe.
-During her travels, Narikana grew fond of certain types of music.
-When Narikana is not meditating in her shadow world, she can be sometimes found in the castle library, reading books.
-Narikana enjoys traveling and seeing all that the vast realities have to offer though, her home is in the kingdom of Amber.
-Narikana has no spoken opinion on the Court of Chaos.

[corneredbliss]

Princess Adeline


Age:
Her true age is somewhere around 2700, but she appears to be in her late twenties.

Appearance:
Addie's trump card looks just like the picture above. Her dresses often come in different shades blue, as it was the main color of her old village. Adeline stands at a height of 5'7" and is 147 lbs of pure muscle. Kinky, short black hair, bright green eyes, and a ghost of a smile. She radiates a classic beauty and a motherly sort of aura.

Mother, and your formative childhood experiences:
Adeline's mother, Lucia, was a shadowling who belonged to one of the more primitive worlds, in which their main power source was, of course, human labor. Those who dwelled within this world were incredibly strong, agile, and perceptive - the survival skills needed within a jungle setting. King Oberon had stumbled upon this place on one of his many trips through the countless worlds, and was immediately taken by the woman, whom he then proceeded to woo, eventually leading to the birth of a baby girl. The king then left the Lucia and her world, leaving one of the many heirs to the throne to grow up in a place without much magic.

The years passed, and Addie's body was conditioned in the ways of her home world. Her body became toned and accustomed to her movements, so that fighting or wielding any sort of weapon came easily to her. She was the strongest in the village, a fact that most men would agree with but deny to their deaths. Adeline was also very beautiful - A trait she acquired from her mother, only heightened by her biological father. Lucia had given birth to another child, this one a result from a legitimate marriage. It was another girl, which meant that Addie was a big sister. The two were inseparable, until one day, the king made another appearance in the shadow world. He was (inexplicably) furious with Lucia for marrying and bearing another child, and slew the entire family, save for Adeline, whom he thought was good enough to spare. Oberon took her back to his palace in Amber, where the young woman seethed in silence at the murderer.

It wasn't until Addie was brought to live in the castle did she realize that magic existed, and that she had the ability to develop the skills. But, the idea of pouring over books and practicing night and day bored her, so she never really got into the notion as her siblings surely did. Being raised in such a primitive world taught her to be incredibly logical, so magic didn't interest her so much. She relies purely on her physical abilities, which she knows surpasses nearly all of her siblings.

When she was informed of the King's death, Adeline's attitude could best be described in the phrase 'good riddance'. He was the only person she'd ever held a grudge against, and now that he was gone, she was without qualms. Addie doesn't really plan to take the throne, and will only fight her siblings if they start it.

Personality:
Adeline is the pacifist of the family. At least, she tries to be. She is probably the most humble and level-headed of her siblings. Not one who is quickly angered, she chooses to attempt to find compromises before she reacts rashly. She was raised in a quiet, peaceful sort of environment, which resulted in her being timid and closed-mouthed; Not to be confused with her being indifferent. Addie simply chooses not to voice her opinions, thinking it would merely complicate things. Despite her intimidating physical prowess, she's quite the pushover - within reason, of course. Ask her for a favor, and she'd gladly do it. She tries to be kind-hearted and compassionate to those close to her because of the little sister she'd had for a short while. Somewhat easily trusting, she is forever an optimist and believes the best in everyone. Although with the new crisis that is bound to arrive in the form of her siblings, Adeline is trying to change that characteristic. She will not fight without reason. Of course, if someone attacks her first, she will not hesitate to bash their brains out.

Bottom line: Aggressive when need be, but otherwise passive.

Relationship with various family members:
Her siblings most likely brush her aside because of her incredibly passive nature. However, they know not to anger or upset her, because they will definitely get a beat down. Most tend to leave Addie to her own devices, only seeking her out when's she's needed.

Adeline tries to at least befriend her siblings. She doesn't hate any one of them, since they could have all had the same background as she, concerning the king. As previously stated, she is not in the running for the throne, but would not ignore the idea of teaming up with a sibling whom she believes would be a good ally in the blood bath that would surely ensue.

Where you spend your time:
Adeline is most often found in and around the castle, or in the forrest grounds behind the palace. Since she's inept with magic, Addie finds it difficult to navigate the shadow worlds. She doesn't have much motivation to anyway. Not much of an adventurer, she likes staying in her comfort zone. With her family dead, she has no desire to return to her home world, where they would look at her as 'the child who's father killed their own'.

Skills:
Though she may appear fragile and delicate, Adeline can toss a bear around like a rag doll, and put her fists through granite walls. Her strength is unmatched, her skin and bones wired to withstand almost any blow. She is fairly quick and agile, and is a pretty good shot with a bow or throwing knife. Basically, she's the female equivalent of Hercules. The most Adeline could do with her magic is create a supporting force for her punches and kicks, which are already deadly in and of themselves. Her low willpower causes her to heal slowly, but as almost no one can do much harm to her, this doesn't really affect her much.

Equipment:
Adeline bears daggers that are holstered to her thigh, hidden well underneath the dresses she has grown accustomed to wearing. Other than that, she depends on her body to do what she needs it to do.

[Supernerd]

Spoiler

Name: Cody Swiff

Age: Appears to be 17

Appearance Cody is 5 foot 10. With a medium build, and about 125 pounds. Cody has bright blonde hair, that appears quite whispy, and has bangs that go down to his eyebrows, and is parted to the right. He has bright blue twinkling eyes, with a friendly smile, and has thin dirty blonde eyebrows.

This is his top garment , ignore the pants, medal, the shoes, the shoulder thingies, and the sash. He is quite a plain dressed person, and feels that royalty is not in need of fancy dressing, but in the need of a true person to be king. Himself.



Here is his pants, ignore the rest of the picture.



His shoes.



He has a steel blade with a emerald in the in the Hilt. It's single handed, he practices two to three times a week, about an hour to three hours, normally in the mornings.

Mother, and your formative childhood experiences: His mother was Angelina Swiff, he remembered the time where his mother first showed him magic. Making his favorite toy, float in front of his very eyes. All those times he pestered her mother to show more of those cool tricks. Later on, He would practice magic with her mother, in one of the emptier area of the castles, and for the more dangerous spells, outside in a grassy clearing, away from the castle . Being fascinated with it, he still yearns to learn more and more magic, and when they were done practicing. Cody would jog back to the castle, along with her mother, (Also on the way there as well.) and would be back in time for dinner. He remembers all the times her mother praised him, saying how he'd be the perfect king, how he would be on the throne with such dignity, with a beaming proud smile, saying how he wouldn't let his people down, and proving it later on.

Personality:Outgoing, has a good sense of humor, friendly, never gets angry. He's a very calm person, and reacts only when he feels he needs to, just another reason why he believes he should be king.

Relationship with various family members: From what he thinks, great, he never has really any bad grudges against any of them, only those who go to the shadow worlds more often, he doesn't really appreciate as much. He doesn't like it there.

Where you spend your time: Normally at the Castle, or at the field, practicing. He finds the shadow worlds...strange, of course, and somewhat dark, he doesn't like the feel of being in the other worlds. He wants to be in his main home, and that he should be no where else, but where he was born, and where he shall die, as an elderly man passing on his crown, to his noble son.


Equipment: A amulet, given from his mother, to help with his magic, mainly just to regenerate his magic. To help him recover more quickly, by 10-15%, its a deep blue sapphire, with gold surrounding it, and a gold chain, to hold it.

His steel sword, is enchanted slightly, to make cuts slightly more painful, or burn more, and to help him focus. By about 3-8%

Skills: Cody is highly skilled in the magical area, cause of all the years of practicing his magic, he can easily create hallucinations, but not mind read. He doesn't like to be in other peoples privacy that way, and respects it. He is quite good with a sword, due to all the practicing over the years, and he is quite fit, doing all the jogs and such. Making sure to not be out of shape.

[Outlawed]

I always hated writing CSs. Keep in mind that most of the basic character things like personality and one or two aspects of his history is liable to change during the course of the RP or if it's bugging me to no end, which is everything listed below.

Name: Josiah Décevoir (Only known by direct family) / Jack Spades (Name commonly attributed to him outside of the family) / The Magnificent Performer (Stage title)

Age: Roughly 2,800

Appearance:

A rather diminutive figure standing at an even 1.65 meters, Jack now often appears as a red hooded figure while in the Kingdoms of Amber, his face covered by a mask which was hand carved by himself. His cloak reaches only to the middle of his back with the edge of the cutoff being ragged and torn. Upon his hands are clawed steel gauntlets and from the waist down he wears similarly layered steel leg plates on top of a pair of serviceable tan trousers. He also adorns himself with two extra belts aside form the one around his trousers, one being buckled across his chest and the other hanging loosely on top of the other belt around his waist.

On his trump card it only shows a view of his mask and his right hand, his face looking back with his body turned away as he gives a mischievous and all knowing glance.

Mother, and your formative childhood experiences: Born to a legendary stage actor and performer only known as Décevoir, Josiah grew up in a world that constantly changed every night. From the dawn of time to the end of universe, Josiah witnessed every breathtaking performance and eventually lived within them himself. The stage was all he had ever known and the roaring adulation of the crowd was all he heard for years. Put together with the caring and adoration his mother showed toward Josiah every chance she could offstage, he was content with his life and needed no other substitute. Not even the the sudden disappearance of his mother stopped him as he continued his life upon the stage, taking up the duties of his mother's troupe and legendary status. The nearly endless limitations of the stage was his life and the roar of the crowd the thrum of his blood.

Until one day as performed yet another play for King Oberon and the entire royal entourage, he discovered a curious thing as he walked down a single stone hall.

Concocting yet another play at the time, he found a dirt path in a hall that was supposed to be made of stone. As he traveled along the path, walls started to blur and turn into shades of green, brown, and yellow. The cold draft of the halls was slowly replaced with the warmth of the sun, and as he continued to walk he found not the dreary sight of a palace, but a wonderful world yet unexplored except for in the depths of Josiah's mind. Yet as he continued to walk this "shadow world" around him began to blur again and soon he found himself in a familiar land as a scene took place, though one typically only found upon his stage.

Confused, bewildered, but absolutely exhilarated Josiah kept walking. And walking. And walking.

Josiah walked this singular path for days before finally coming again to the palace of his father where he immediately crumpled upon the stone floor and was thoroughly knocked out.

Josiah woke up again weeks later, the world wandering experience he had still firmly burned in his mind alongside so many questions.

They were all promptly answered as King Oberon himself paid dainty Josiah a visit, and with absolutely no ceremony revealed Josiah's heritage. Taking a new renewed interest in his family line, Josiah left his troupe and carved himself a place in his newfound family and would find himself in many more as he continually explored any and all the shadow worlds he found himself in.

Personality: An actor by life and trade, it is hard to exactly pin down Josiah's character to just a few specific traits. Charming and approachable one minute and throwing biting sarcastic marks the next, Josiah adjusts himself to the situation as he see fits. To those who know him better however, he keeps a loose and carefree manner, always ready to crack a smile in the incredibly rare moments he takes off his mask. On occasion he also likes to pull various "harmless" pranks upon his siblings, which has certainly attained the ire of a few of them, but Josiah always knew how to wriggle out of trouble. However, he knows the dangers of the world he inhabits and is always ever cautious for anything, even if he isn't exactly the best at noticing anything.

Relationship with various family members: Josiah tries to keep on everybody's civil terms, though in all honesty he doesn't care much about what his siblings think of him. Either he gets along with somebody or doesn't, and there's often no middle ground between the two.

Where you spend your time: Josiah has traveled to so many worlds he no longer bothers to keep track of a single one. While he has yet to learn how to effectively jump between worlds as he pleases, he has still carved himself a place in the history of many shadow worlds. Whatever world he travels to, he always manages to call it home somehow.

Skills: An actor by trade and a tailor on the side, Josiah is a master craftsman when it comes to costumes and disguises. However, he lacks the magical aptitude, the perceptiveness, and the willpower most of his other siblings have obtained and while he is rather proficient in hand to hand combat, his best trait was always his awesome ability to weave and dodge anything anybody threw at him. His most important ability though, in addition to before mentioned weaving and dodging is his ungodly ability to run away. Really fast.

Ranking:
Strength: 5
Dexterity: 1
Intelligence: 7
Finesse: 8
Will: 7

Equipment:
Mask
Carved from the bone of some legendary creature, it has now been turned into the chilling visage Josiah now considers a face. Coated with various enchantments, it helps him cast illusory magics.

Clawed Gauntlets
Metal gauntlets designed to pack an extra punch if Josiah's ever unarmed.

Bag of Tricks
A seemingly bottomless pouch strapped to Josiah's waist, it's filled with all sorts things ranging from confetti to small live animals. Useful for annoying others to no end.

A gift from his mother, Josiah was never quite sure where the animals came from.

Trench Knife

A trench knife used for extreme CQCs, enchantments upon the dagger keep the blade honed razor sharp and never be able to dull.

Parrying Dagger

As the name suggests, it's a dagger meant to be wielded in the offhand and used to help parry off attacks. Designed with a wider guard and grooves in the blade to better stop a blade's momentum.

Kirin's Blurb
Your char is blindingly fast, and supremely agile, probably thought by many as being ethereal, because he is untouchable in combat. You're middle ground strength, but lack a strong magical ablility and finesse. You probably have a rapier or something... I don't know. Your call.

[Arlear]

Name:
James Oberon

Age:
48, appears no more then 25 or 26.

Appearance:
James appears on his trump with his hood drawn over his head, and his mask pulled up. This would be him with both pulled up:

His bow is in his hand, and the fletching on his arrows is clearly visible poking over his shoulder.
Without the hood and mask, however, this would be his face:

All around, James is very lightly built, though he does posses a type of whipcord strength, from drawing back his massive bow so often, or setting elaborate traps involving heavy items for his siblings.
His armor is almost never absent, and his weapons are -never- absent, even if he's wearing a tux.

Mother, and your formative childhood experiences:
He hasn't a clue who his mother was.
As a child, growing up around his other siblings, he found them all to be very power hungry and ridiculous. As such, he developed the bad habit of pranking, trapping, tricking, and generally messing with his siblings. There isn't one sibling who hasn't been hit with one or more of James' elaborate pranks. Even as an adult, he still acts as such, determined to get his uptight, power hungry siblings to loosen up.

Personality:
James is an openly unique guy. Really unique.
He has a very sarcastic, if good natured and 'lovable' sense of humor. He gets his kicks from pulling of some of the most devious traps and pranks on his siblings.
Though that's only a part of this complex man. When faced with a situation he considers dangerous, he remains sarcastic at best, but underneath in that cunning mind of his he is deadly serious, calculating everything, finding the best way out without killing someone.
Occasionally, he's been known to be over taken with 'the mood', as his siblings have dubbed it. When this strikes him, James becomes shady, reclusive, and dangerous to be around. Mostly, he stays locked up in either his personal shadow realm or his castle room when he's hit with one of these.

Relationship with various family members:
James must be the only sibling not fighting for the throne. And more probably, he's the only one who stays on relatively good terms with all of his siblings, despite his constant pranks and traps. Always willing to lend an ear or talk theirs off, James is the true little brother figure to them all.

Where you spend your time:
Though James very much enjoys spending time out in his own personal shadow realm, he enjoys being at the castle pranking his siblings even more. As such, he spends a large amount of time in varied places never wanting to sit still for more then a day.

Equipment:
James' bow- James has procured the strangest bow, made purely from shadows. He was convinced when he first made it that it would melt away should he take it from his shadow realm. He was mistaken. Is a very elegant looking bow, with a massive draw weight of ninety pounds.

Everlasting quiver- Again, James hasn't the slightest clue how he manages to work it outside of his shadow realm, but his quiver is constantly restocking itself with arrows shaped specifically for James and his bow.

James' armor- Inside of his shadow realm, this armor allows James to render himself completely invisible. Outside of his realm, it still looks badass, but it's magical functions cease to... well, function.

Spells:
Though he is far from the best magic user, James does have a small arsenal of personal spells.

Shadestep- Nick rapidly enters and exits his shadow realm, in which time is at a stand still compared to the castles time. Thus, by jumping in and out rapidly, and travelling in between, he can seemingly teleport through the shadows.

Black arrow- Though his endless quiver more then suits him, James sometimes finds his normal arrows inadequate. In such circumstances, he simply pulls back on the bow string and summons a different arrow, crafted from shadows. On impact, the arrow has a tendency to explode violently into shadowflames.

Shadowflames- He uses these very little, as they drain him heavily. Essentially, he shapes the shadows around him into fire. A special type of fire, however. It will smother all other flames in its path, and instead of burning what it touches, it freezes it. In appearance, the shadowflames look like black and dark purple mist, waving in the shape of fire.

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Short for a CS, I know. >.<

[Atrexiel]

Let's make it official.

Prince Lazarus, 4827 years old


Strength: Last
Dexterity: Last
Intelligence: 8th
Finesse: 1st
Willpower: 2nd

Appearance: Being 7’3 and lean, he is a giant like no other. On the more extravagant looking side when compared to his peers, it’s hard to exactly guess how old Lazarus appears to be. On one hand he is a prime specimen in both fitness and form, but morbid paleness and long, ashen hair deny him a completely youthful appearance. Clad in black leather pants and a silk shirt of same tint, he doesn’t try to sport color. There is no air of battle prowess around him, nor armor and fancy jewelry – he is anything but a warrior seemingly. A long fur cloak descending from his shoulder doesn’t appear to help him much in regard of appearance, but it is nevertheless always with him. There is a broken tipped spear somewhere in his large hand, always. Even though never seen using any weapons or even violence for that matter, Lazarus remains an intimidating individual.

Wherever you go, the yellow glint in his eyes seems to be following just you and no other.

A scar across his face is almost as renowned as the one who bears it. Legend of the faithful encounter that marked one of Oberon’s heirs as vulnerable has arisen thousands of years ago. And as far as anyone can remember, the scar was indeed always there. It is said that there was only one individual brave enough to strike at Lazarus, and his existence has been destroyed so many times that even the remembrance of his soul soon died out. People aren’t sure what to make of this mostly, but the man’s appearance hardly helps ease their mind.

Mother: It is unknown who his mother was, but for one such as Oberon to sire an obscenity like Lazarus, he clearly must have laid with a monster of some sort. There is a rumor floating around that it was in fact his father that killed the mysterious woman that gave birth to him, but anything such remains largely unproven. This however makes him look like a decent suspect in the case of late King Oberon’s murder. Although no actual claim has been made to support this sneaking suspicion – people know better, or they’re too afraid to speak their minds… either way, it remains but a possibility.

History: Born long ago, only one half of his surreal origin was ever uncovered, and it was that of Oberon, ruler to all of Amber. Knowing only his father, boy would take kindly to his teachings and remain what people would later come to know as “the good son”. Never one for outright violence or rash decisions, he seems to have had carried over much of his father’s teaching and built into himself.

Rarely a guest to worlds of shadow, the boy had his own ground to try and hold onto around the halls of Amber. There was never a place in this land of his which he was completely foreign to, and more importantly he made sure there was no place where one could hear his name and remain idle. Wherever his father needed assistance, it was Lazarus that was sent, whenever there were troubles inside the court itself – it was he who was to be a peacekeeper. Yet once their father died, he would learn that all his work and allegiance might’ve as well been wasted away since all of a sudden everyone wanted to be the next Oberon. And he was simply supposed to bow his knee to some sibling that never earned such an honor properly… well he thought otherwise.

Persona: Lazarus appears a genuinely kind and caring person. Upholding many principles of the royal bloodline, he insists of fairness and equality. Should there ever be a dispute, one could lend his help to mediate it. But all is not what it appears to be.

Relationships: Lazarus was mostly indifferent about the others while Oberon was alive, now however he suspects that one of them has slain their father. Such a sin even one as patient as him could not forgive, and in that light he remained constantly on the lookout to confirm his thoughts on the matter.

Can be seen in: Lands of Amber

Skills: There is but one constant for him - his aim is true, so much in fact that it has become the stuff of legends. Unamtched in his senses, anything any of his siblings has cooked up is bound to be noticed by Lazarus long before it can be fulfilled. His other notable trait is willpower which remains unmatched to all but one, his younger brother Perseus. Another not so notable aspect of his is witchcraft. Way below the level of his betters, the prince usually isn't seen practicing this skill openly. He does tend to chamber a spell or two sometimes, but someone as intimidating as him is hardly ever pressed to actually used them.

Equipment: A broken tipped spear without any particular function, but the stories that follow it are vastly numerous and renowned.