The Knights of Ancarth - The Corrupted [OOC]

[Garinovitch]

I can help!

*brings out huge ass REJECTED stamp*

Awesome! You can't start by slapping that on John Talbot and Will Testament for me, thanks!

[Zvezda]

Well, added in what I needed to finish. Hopefully it's not utter shit.

[Dual]

Awesome! You can't start by slapping that on John Talbot and Will Testament for me, thanks!

Will do!

...In all seriousness, though, if rejecting my two characters means accepting the one character of two other roleplayers, then I won't complain if you do so. It was, in hindsight, kind of pretentious of me to submit two non-independant characters in a roleplay that was filling up pretty fastly, and as such I will not complain if you'd rather accept two other equally good characters instead of mine.

Just saying. Hell, I'd probably feel guilty if you denied an extra potential roleplayer for my sake.

EDIT: Do note that this is under the circumstance that I get accepted/considered/not-rejected-right-off-the-bat. I'm not assuming that I've been accepted, merely pointing out that in the event that my bios are considered/make it to the semifinals, feel free to go with others for the sake of making more people happy.

[Garinovitch]

Alright, here we are. I've come to the decision that there will be one more full group of admissions after this one. Bringing the total amount of roleplayers to fifteen. This number will allow me to fit in the most amount of people as I possibly could while also being able to realistically administrate them. After these ten, there will no longer be any chance for later admissions. As I will be focusing my complete attention on getting the IC up as soon as possible. I have been reading through everybody's character sheets multiple times and would like to apologize that I just cannot accept everybody. I understand that many of you have spent hours working on some of your character sheets, but you must realize that I have 20-25 applications that need to be considered here.

Things I take into consideration:
Apart from simply detail, writing ability and the types of characters I need for the RP, there are a few things I take into consideration when accepting characters...

- Is your character done?
This is an important one, I don't want to accept characters that are not yet complete, for obvious reasons.

- When did you submit?
When people submit characters I haven't accepted yet, there is a time span where I contemplate and already put those characters in my RP without publicly acknowledging that they have been accepted. Because of this, sometimes people who submit characters first will be therefore considered first. This also shows that you have been "waiting in line longer" and therefore have some preference over those who jumped in at the last minute.

- Activity.
This is probably one of the bigger ones. I have been monitoring those that have been actively following and working with me either in this thread or via Private Messaging. I'm trying my best to pick out the players who seem like they would put more hours and dedication into this RP than others. It would really suck for me to give a slot to someone, only to have them jump ship on the RP later on, basically stealing a spot for someone genuinely interested....

Those are just some things to consider when I handle your applications, apart from the obvious things such as creativity, writing skill and room, of course.


So without further ado,

Name
Ludwig von Promethea,
Ludwig the Glassforger

Order
The Order of Lionell

Apply for Circlet?
Yes

Gender
Male

Age
22

Appearance


Roughly 5'9" in height, and with a lean, well muscled body, Ludiwg is in one way most likely the statuesque vision of male beauty. He has a defined bone structure which gives his face a vaguely triangle shape and a broad forhead which meets thin eyebrows to give the illusion that his face simply extends into his hair. Ludiwg, like all patriarchs in his family dating back twenty three generations, is a Black Glass forger (discussed in greater detail below), and this volatile form of magic has had its effect on his body. His skin has a slight iridescent blue tone, his eyes are orb of perfect Black Glass with blue veins of pure Magistra running through them, and although normally fully clothed up to his chin, the veins of his body all can be seen as bulging, blue, maze like patterns rising up from under his skin. Additionally, Ludwig long ago sacrificed one of his arms in service of his King, and has long since replaced it with an identical arm made completely of Black Glass. Ludwig wears what has been the traditional armament of his family for the last seven generations, that being a black, skin-tight, bodysuit woven from fibers of cotton and Black Glass, with more traditional armor often locked on top of it, such as spaulders, a breastplate, chain mail, and boots and gauntlets.

Biography

A man is judged by what he leaves behind him in this world, both kin and craft

Born the forth child of the Patriarch of the Prometheus Family, an ancient noble family who have been in service of the King for twenty three generation, and his lady wife, Ludwig bore from birth what is commonly referred to among the Prometheus family as "The Sight". The indicator for the last twenty generations who the next Patriarch will be, and as a result who would inherit and preserve the sacred family craft of Black Glass forging.

What the Prometheus family worshipped as "The Sight", the rest of the world knows as blindness.

Born with the expectation that he would inherit, as his father did from his (and his father from his (and so on)), the Eyes of Prometheus as the only blind child, and with them the secrets of how to forge the sacred Black Glass, Ludwig was raised by his tutors to have little emotional connection to his father, instead focusing his keen mind on the countless texts of the Promethus Library, each being read aloud to the patient child, who would close his eyes and appear as if he were just soaking in the knowledge.

Two days before his thirteenth birthday, his father left the Family estate and did not return, leaving only two pure black orbs of glass stained with the crusted blood of being removed from the eye sockets where they had sat for forty winters, the Eyes of Prometheus which had been an heirloom among the members of the Prometheus family lucky enough to be blessed with the sight.

It is assumed his father is dead, as it is assumed that all Prometheus men who undergo this part of the ritualistic passing of the Patriarchy die on their pilgrimage.

Ludwig went under the knife on his thirteenth birthday, having his eyes removed and replaced with the Eyes of Prometheus, at once both imbuing him with untold knowledge and power in the arena of Black Glass Magic and granting him sight at long last, albeit sight which is monochromatic. Inheriting the collective experiences of all the men in his family who had used those eyes, his subsequent combat training was short, more of a test run to ensure that the powers of his ancestry had safely once again leaped from one generation to another.

Two years later the Glass Sickness started. A plague which only affects those who wield arms of Black Glass, it can be lethal to those, like Ludwig, who carry Black Glass in their body if not handled correctly. This sickness, striking him at fifteen while under the service of his master in the Order of Lionell, slowly began to turn the internal organs inside of him and the blood in his veins into different forms of Black Glass, freezing many of his bodily functions and causing excruciating pain. Stopped before the process could reach his head (and his brain, killing him), the process, like it did to all those patriarchs who suffered it when they inherited the Eyes of Prometheus, solidified his place in the Prometheus family and made him the official Black Glass Forger, a title which symbolically indicated that he alone could forge the substance vied after by Knights, Demons, and Angels for its properties.

Ludwig lost his arm at 18, when he was thrust into battle against a horde of monsters hoping to slay his Master, the lord of the Order of Lionell (now old and sickly), and triumphed, only to have his arm severed clean off by the dying throws of a felled, but still breathing, beast. Thinking on his feet, he found some sand on the ground and, rubbing it into his wound, chanted the magic necessary to grow a completely new limb of Black Glass; one that would respond to his thoughts like any other limb, but which could change shape and amplify magic like any other item made of Black Glass.

This feat earned the respect of his peers and the higher-ups in the order to such a degree that, upon his masters peaceful passing, Ludwig, only 21 was given the rank of Lord High Commander of the Order of Lionell, and was put forward to serve on the Circlet as a representative of the Order, and as its head.

Throughout all this time, Ludwig has been slowly building up an arsenal of Black Glass weaponry, so that when the time comes, he can arm his entire order with weapons which will make them both unmatched within the Orders and unmatched among races.

Personality
The face Ludwig shows to those outside his Order (or in public) is that of a charismatic, slightly lazy, often lascivious, and always facetious individual. It is not hard to make him laugh, and once he begins, it is hard not to feel like joining him. Despite his somewhat morbid appearance, he always wears a bright smile on his face, and is the first person in a group to say something inappropriate or sarcastic in order to break the ice or get attention onto himself. Although he comes off as intelligent, or perhaps clever is a better word, no one perceives him as having any kind of book smarts other than his obvious knowledge of his craft. Many view him as irresponsible, and it is easy to develop a perception of him as a child, someone who is irresponsible and incapable of leading an order as prestigious as the Order of Lionell.

When dealing solely with members of the order, Ludwig still maintains the same charisma, but without the joviality. Instead, there is a steely power to his presence, with his words biting like the lashes of chain and his aura as unflinching as the glass in his eye sockets. This Ludwig is known to be the most intelligent man in the order, having memorized every tome he has ever read and wielding this knowledge like a sword in both his organization and his disciplining of his Order, which he restructured radically upon his rise to power. Ludwig still always has a smile on his face, but it is a smaller, much more conniving one. It is the smile of an ambitious man who knows he has it made, who knows that his throne is secure. He capitalizes on his appearance to often strike fear into those who are subversive to his often benign authority or to those who plain out insubordinate, staring them straight on without blinking as the black orbs in his skull simply sit idle, not appearing to take in anything despite their ability to do so.

But both these masks are facades Ludwig uses to maintain his delicate political power as both the Head of an Order and a member of the Circlet, preferring to be underestimated and looked over then be accurately perceived and feared. Indeed, if any of the other members of the Circlet knew the extents of his personal ambition, they would have never let him on in the first place. Indeed, Ludwig's ambition is rivaled only by his loneliness, a feeling which washes over him in tidal waves despite the constant companionship of other Knights during his daily life and countless women in his bed. Suffering from a debilitating inadequacy complex as a result of his physical appearance and his abandonment by his father (and his knowledge that he will have to abandon his own son), it is not inaccurate to say that Ludwig fuels the inferno of his ambition with his own despair. It is rare to find Ludwig with any kind of expression on his face other than a frown when he is alone or deep in thought, and when a smile does grace his face, those who know him well know to stay far, far, out of his way.

Combat Information

Companion Type
Ludwig has only one companion, his arm (a powerful weapon in its own right) not included. The first is a long staff (with a length of six feet and a diameter of four inches) made of the purest Black Glass, called Yggdrassil.

Companion Name
Yggdrassil

Companion Special Abilities
Made by his his ancestor twelve generations ago to fight in the bloodiest war that Humanity had ever seen, Yggdrassil is the most powerful artifact of Black Glass known to man. As well as having the usual powers of Black Glass in that it is nigh unbreakable, can change consistency, and amplify magic, Yggdrassil is also capable of completely changing its shape at the will of its owner (Yggdrassil can only have one owner at a time, and an owner must die in order for a new owner to claim it). If it were to be measured, Yggdrassil can multiply the power of any spellcaster by over 15 times (ten times more than any other object of Black Glass currently forged).

Knight Magistra
Black Glass Magic
Black Glass is a substance which can shift from something as solid as crystal to something as malleable as clay to something as runny as water (and anywhere in between) at the crafters will. It is incredibly strong and durable, amplifying magic spells many times over, and is almost unbreakable, having the ability to last for hundreds of years. Although all that is required to create Black Glass is sand, the secret to forging Black Glass is closely guarded and known only to the current Patriarch of the Prometheus family, who uses the Eyes of Prometheus to forge it. Due to their ability to amplify magic, it is not uncommon for spell casters to have one or two pieces of Black Glass to help give them an edge, although many Knights are cautious about using the magic stored within the shards. The reason this is that Black Glass is a toxic substance, and can bring about the Glass Sickness in those who us it. Although usually benign, the sickness can be fatal towards those who use the substance for more then just Spell amplification or for a weapon, especially to those few who imbed Black Glass in their body (such as Ludwig). Ludwig is both a forger of Black Glass and an avid user of Black Glass Magic, using Yggdrassil to cast spells and conjur great fires and storms unparalleled within the Order of Lionnel.

Order Magistra
Conjuration
Something that Ludwig had always been interested since he first read about it, he all but demanded that he learn the secret to this art when he entered the Order under the tutelage of its then Lord Commander. Using his Black Glass to amplify his already not-insignificant abilities, Ludwig has made a name for himself by conjuring things previously thought too difficult to conjure on the fly (having once conjured an entire castle and, in the process, knocking himself out cold).

A very well written addition to the cast, a male, and an Order of The Lionell. Not only was this character interesting and creative. It filled major gaps that our Knights have been missing. I have decided to allow this character into the member of the Circlet, although his powers seem to be very lacking compared to some of the more powerful Knights. So I introduce to you, Ludwig The Glassforger, the Ninth Knight of The Circlet!

Name: Camael Birzak

Basic Information

Order: The Order of The Lionell

Apply for Circle: Yes

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Appearance: PICTURE Camael is a tall, lean, and slightly muscular 26-year-old Caucasian male. He has fluffy, black hair and beautiful deep sky blue eyes. He loves to live at night and because of that, his skin is pale. Camael is far from beauty prince or dream of every woman but his face has some neat features. Only distinguished feature is his voice. It is nice sounding smooth bass.
Usually he is dressed in a classic black leisure suit with white shirt, slim blood red tie and black leather boots. Camael cover his eyes with retro style black sunglasses that he rarely removes.
On collar of his jacket, he always carries button pin with The Order of The Lionell
insignia.
In battle he summons his companions but all other appearance stays the same.

Personality: Personality: Camael is very intelligent. His IQ can be compared with greatest mind in history of humanity. And like most geniuses he is little eccentric. Depending on his mood he can be friendly, joyful, polite or rude, lewd, vulgar sometimes even nihilistic.

From his childhood he was praised as successor or if you want reincarnation of Morcant Birzak. Because of that he always could feel pressure from his family to be better, faster etc. then others. Because of that he All that pressure led him to depression. He had big emotional problems at age of 18. For two years he barely were involved in Order business. Until he managed to defeat his inner demons. For some time he even was living outside of the Order. Only thing that helped him was music. Only through music he managed to defeat his inner demons and ease his mind.

After he solved his inner problems he returned to order. After that he started working for sake of Order and people that have no idea that there is another world with demons. Every mission and assignment he takes, he always finish to the end.

Biography:

Camael was born in of the oldest and respected Knight family. His family saw fall of old Order and dawn of Dawn of new one. It was started by Morcant Birzak who was Master Blacksmith at Kings castle. He was one of many people who found new powers in himself after they were granted by Gods. He was recruited by Order and from that day he started to make Companions for Order knights.

Camael was third and youngest child in family. Although his parents were part of this family they weren't most respected inside of it. He was raised in family house. It was not big or fancy house. It was simple suburban house. But there Camael was happy. But
his childhood happiness ended same day when he found power of "Lighting Step" in himself.

From that day his life changed. Until now he remembers day when he was brought to main family manor. He remembers meeting that was held by family elders. All that whispering between them. Their eyes. Eyes that were looking at him with admiration and hatred at same time. Elders decided that its possible that Camael is reincarnation of Morcant so he need to be trained by best of their family.

Camael was five years old when he was taken from parents to train. His childhood was lost at age of 5. All his time he was spending training to be the best and for quite some time he was one of the most promising knights. He always could feel pressure from his family and even from his parents to always be better then others He was only one of Birzak family who created his companion at age of 15 years. But all his successes were leading only to more pressure from his family.

At age of 16 Camael reached his limit and one day he packed his things and left manor. For four years he was wandering country until one day he returned to Order. Not many things are known this part of his life but after he returned to Order something changed in him and now he was working even harder then before leaving it [if its possible i would like to keep, that part in secret and reveal it in RP. Of OFC if i will be accepted].

When he returned he was in shock because his parents were renounced by family. His brothers and parents were death. And he was blamed for that because they were taking all missions to restore their good name until they meet their death in battling demons. Camael never returned to his so called family and on every occasion he try to beat them in all ways possible.

[sorry i really hate to write biographies. I hope this will be good enough i know that it is weak but i should give enough info about Camael and i would create and reveal more in RP]





Combat Information

Companion: Two handed war hammer named "Thunderbird" PICTURE
"Blessed Gloves of Lighting"
"Cuirass of Thousand Suns"

Companion Name: "Thunderbird" "Blessed Gloves of Lighting" "Cuirass of Thousand Suns"

Companion info:
"Thunderbird" was crafted by Camael himself. Every member of his family craft their own companions. It is ancient tradition that comes from creator of bloodline that was serving as blacksmith in Kings smithy. His name was Morcant Birzak Master Blacksmith of Royal Castle. Morcant was one of the people who saw fall of old order and dawn of new one. He was creator and keeper of Sky forge. With new powers that he was granted by Gods he created many powerful companions in that forge. And until now his descendants are keepers of Sky forge and hammer that was wielded by Morcant himself. This hammer now is saint artifact that is hold above forge.

"Thunderbird" is massive two handed war hammer. Its overall length is 48 inch and its weight around 20 pounds. It was made out of best metals that Order can provide. Its haft and head are made out of steel that was enchanted with magic that made it stronger and lowered its weight. For more conformable use end of haft has black leather wrap its secured in place with rings made out of gold. Hammer head has a gold painted inlay that symbolizes stylized bird.

"Blessed Gloves of Lighting" It is another creation of Camael. Basically its black leather gloves with small metal plates on every knuckle. Every metal plate is engraved with different runes few of them were created by Camael himself. Purpose of this gloves are to boost Camaels powers.

"Cuirass of Thousand Suns" this the last thing of set that Camael forged. It is made out of steel that was enchanted by magic. It looks like simple Cuirass that covers chest and back of Camael. On front side of cuirass Camael engraved simple picture of sun and two demons. One of them try to run away and another is killed by sun beams.


Companion Special Abilities:

"Thunderbird" as suggesting its name can use power of lighting to strike down enemies of Order. It has the ability to catch static electricity to charge up its attacks. It gathers electricity passively from air. But speed at with it charge can be boosted up in battle. It gathers charge with every hit. There are three levels of charge with different effects. With every level it gets new attack that can be used. Also all charges stack up. It means that Camael can use ability of level one charge when "Thunderbird" is at its max charge.

Charge 1: electricity surrounds hammer head of "Thunderbird". You can see it with bare eye. This ability can be used at the beginning of battle because it needs small amount of charge that "Thunderbird" gathers from surrounding air. It boosts damage of hammer. When hammer touches enemy besides basic damage it sends electricity charge. Depending on enemy level and size it can just damage it or send it flying for few meters.

Charge 2: when "Thunderbird" reaches level two charge golden rings on it start to shine. Charge two grants ability to send powerful lighting blow at distance. When Camael hits ground with "Thunderbird" it send powerful electricity charge to direction of its top spike. This strike travels in straight line and it cant be controlled. Because of that it can hit only really big targets or targets that cant move. Also its damage depends on distance it travels because when moving this strike can charge more because of static electricity that is in almost all objects.

Charge 3: this is final level of "Thunderbird". This level can be reached only in really big battles. Because it needs very big amount of electricity. When "Thunderbird" reaches this level golden bird on hammerhead starts to shine. At this level Camael can call real storm to aid him. It can be used in two ways lighting strikes can cover large area and kill and wound all enemies that are cough in it or it can be unloaded at single target. If unloaded at single target it can kill really powerful demons.

"Blessed Gloves of Lighting" has the two abilities but both are passive. Runes that are engraved into metal plates boost up lighting Magistra of its wearer. Also "Thunderbird" can be wielded only with these gloves. "Thunderbird" will strike with lighting anyone who try to wield or even pick up it without gloves.

"Cuirass of Thousand Suns" this cuirass besides that it shields Camaels vital organs from damage also has AOE light attack. This attack has long cool down time and is effective only against lowest level demons, but it can be life saver in battle when overwhelmed by The Hoards. When activated cuirass for short time emits very bright light. Basically it forms bubble around Camael and vaporize all low level demons that are caught inside it. It has effective radius is 10m. Higher level demons only get sunburn from this ability. Hurts, yes, but it cant do any real damage.

Knight Magistra: "Lighting Step" Camael found out about this ability when he was five years old when he accidentally teleported himself on the roof of their family manor. He was playing catch with one of his brother and his leg was caught in roots of tree. At the last second before he smashed his face into dirt he accidentally teleported himself on the roof of house.

By using this ability Camael can sprint short distances at speed of lighting, because of that it looks that he teleports himself from one place to another. He can move forward or retreat, he also can use it to jump on high places. This technique always need to have solid surface that Camael can use to start other jump.

Order Magistra: Camael was born under sign of lighting element because of that he can learn lighting element based spell quite fast and use them with great effectiveness.

"Conjuration" Camael use it only at beginning of battle to summon his companions.

"Lighting Palm" this is basic lighting spell that all knights that show affiliation to lighting element are capable of use. Depending on opponents level it can kill it or wound it. After lighting strike opponent cant move for short period of time . How long he will not able to move depends on his level and his resistance to lighting element. This spell can be boosted by combining it with water element spell.

Camael is capable to cast Level one and two of this spell.

Level 1: spell can hit only one opponent at the time. Depending on opponents level it can kill it or wound.

Level 2: spell can hit multiple opponents. To use this spell caster must use both of his hands. Lighting is sent from both hands. It spreads across multiple opponents. More opponents it hits less damage it does. If concentrated to single target it can kill it immediately. This spell can be boosted by combining it with water element spell.

"Rope of Lighting" this spell creates ropes made of pure lighting. Those ropes bind opponents. Ropes can bind one or more enemies everything depend on level of caster and how many ropes he can create. It can be used on ground and airborne units. Ropes strength depends on gap between caster and opponent. Closer opponent is to caster stronger ropes will be. When someone try to break ropes they are hit by electricity charge. Power of charge and how many damages it will do depends on caster and opponents level.

Honestly, it'd be a major crime not to let Ohanzee's Camael into this RP. Ohanzee has been interested and following this RP since the first fifteen minutes the Interest Check went up quite awhile ago. Rush aside, Ohanzee came up with one of, in my opinion, coolest and well-written Companion Special Abilities.

Basic Information

Name: Litany
Order: Order of Ecclesia
Age: 16
Applying for Circlet: Yes
Appearance: Litany has near snow white hair assumed to have been touched by divine magic and changed from her brunette color early in her childhood. Her eyes appear to be green on most days, although she enjoys color contacts from time to time in order to appear different on one of her whims. She extremely good posture as well as sports a slim, but slightly athletic build. If draw into an open melee fight her muscle would most likely not carry her, but her small frame and limber body would allow her to evade strikes from all but the most experienced combatants. Typically she wears the white outfit listed in her equipment list, but if discretion is absolutely needed she wears a blend of cotton and denim clothing with the usual runes sewn in to better allow for the flow of magic about her body.

Biography: From the time Litany could walk and talk her mother took special care in personally educated her. This training included the real history of the world from the first recorded events to modern world history. She excelled in book learning but took slower to combat. Due to her mother's rank it was insisted that only her mother train her and thus she received training in the healing and cleansing arts rather than that of combat as her father wished.

Whether by accident or fate her father perished when she was the age of 14. It was assumed due to the nature of the wound that it was either a demon or someone within the knights themselves that took him out. This event propelled Litany deeper into her studies and that is when her abilities truly came to the surface. During her secretive training sessions she came near overpowering her mother's own ability to deflect attacks. This was when the Circlet stepped in and removed her from her mother's training and insisted she work with some of the more advanced knights.

If by sense of duties no one really knows but Litany began expressing interest rather openly in attempting to become a member of the prestigious Circlet. Whatever is going through her mind she keeps to herself, although it is assumed it is the death of her father and the Circlet is a means to an end. Litany would dispel these questions each time with a generic, but logical answer. If pure wit won melee combat she would truly be one of the deadliest in her arts.

Recently from a recent argument her mother and her experienced a falling out from her mother insisting her drive for power would lead her down the road to darkness, but Litany would simply shake her head and walk away. This matter is kept mostly private between the two, although at times they appear to be arguing over something, but in whispers so no one is within ear shot.

Personality: Through hours of vigorous training Litany has learned to suppress stressors around her concentrating only on the task at hand. In many ways it allowed her to excel in training, but unable to care about a great many things going on around her as they were 'distractions' as her mother put it. Litany is always willing to lend an ear to the problems of others, but speaks little of herself or her concerns. When seeing allies in peril she prefers to work from the shadows or a distance

Combat Information

Companion Type:A 48" inch whip, reinforced with tiny metal spikes of blessed metal and difficult to wield. Litany is trained well in its use.
Companion Name:Angel's Lash

Companion Special Abilities: No known abilities

Knight Magistra: Litany uses a combination of prayers and hymns to hinder enemies or aid allies. Techniques must either be created on the spot making them unstable and varying in power or well practiced. Her style however favors tried and true prayers and hymns she has perfected over the sixteen years of her life. From the time of her birth everything in her life was made to practice these abilities whether in play or actual use. She boasts a collection of four perfected techniques and a few experimental spells. While never being sent into the field yet there are already those predicting her overshadowing her own mother in terms of prowess.

Prayer of Sarcred Ground: When spoken this prayer creates a large glyph on the ground only the pure are able to cross setting ablaze the wicked in holy flames.
"Only those pure of heart may pass. Don't believe me? Take another step."

Prayer of Light: Your standard issue healing spell. Does heal bones,burns, diseases and poisons. All of that being said it does not stop the pain in the aftermath.
"Bless those who repent, but do not let them forget the lessons learned from their wounds."

Prayer of the Steadfast: When spoken this prayer fortifies those fighting for the Light with strength of body. Equipment seems to grow sturdier and pain seems to dull a good amount. Additionally this can either be focused or spread evenly about the group. If focused for too long however the person being fortified can become weak or in a worst case scenario, dead.
"The sword may swing but itself, but words can call forth a thousand blades to arms that skewer the lone wielder."

Hymn of Omniscience: When sung this hymn allows Litany to scry, but when projected into Hell it becomes severely strenuous to do so.
"Our legacy lies not in the strength of our arm as so many others do, but in the strength of our minds. Sight beyond sight is yours to have, but be warned my child never look within the gates of Hell for just as we may see beyond our realm so may the scyers of Hell. Should they see you they will be able to imprison your spirit and claim your body as their vessel to this world."

Hymn of the Last Stan: This hymn seemingly does nothing although in the ancient text it proclaims the unwritten word only aids those in true danger during the darkest hour of man.
"When it is time my child you shall know. The hymn shall call to you and move your tongue as the mighty flood moves the earth beneath it", Litany's mother spoke to her exhausted daughter. "But until that time you must commit it to memory lest it leave your heart and mind. We are keepers of the greatest hymn ever created but never written for just as the pure may use the hymn for good the wicked may for evil."
Order Magistra: The Holy Seal

Honestly not much to say here as the CS here is a tad short. I don't think that this character makes an effective addition to the Circlet, unfortunately, as to be a member of the Circlet, you need to defeat a member in single combat, and Litany is much more directed to be the support type character. Still, I have a thing for support characters, so this one is definitely in!

Basic Information

Name: Ania Wolfgang
Order: Drenoth
Apply for Circlet? Yes
Gender: Female
Age: 31
Appearance:

Picture for REFERENCE. Do not look at it as the true appearance! Use the description below to get the real feel.

Ania is an averagely-sized woman, standing at about five feet six inches. Her posture and frequent head-lifting gives an air of pride or superiority to her, and the devilish grin that stitches itself into her face so frequently only makes her seem all the more narcissistic. With dull and lulled gray eyes and plain -but very long- hair, she hasn't been claimed to be the most stunning of characters, but many see a deeper attractiveness that is only described as an "enigmatic beauty" that pulls others in by some subliminal method. Her figure is slim, and not at all muscular, with pale skin color more akin to a woman with a terrible cold than a person of nobility. Without the training of a Knight of Ancarth, she wouldn't suffice to be a janitor for a supermarket with such a weak stature. Nevertheless, it seems as though her previously mentioned images of pride are attempts to relieve her lack of greatness displayed outwardly.

Ania wears fairly conservative clothing fitting for a zealous Mormon, decorated with a single color; a dark black. Even her head is often covered by a thin veil, though it is equally often that she has it removed to smoke a cigarette. Or two... Or three. You get the picture. Her hands, legs, torso, back... All of it is kept in a strict "No Access" state. Ironically enough, her prideful stance is accompanied by a subtle-but-evident tempting composure, as if to tease those who wondered what was underneath it all by giving them the thought, but leaving no reference to work with. When in battle, she relies on her Companion to supply any form of defense she may need, leaving her seemingly ill-prepared to take a hit from angry hordes of demons without metallic pieces of armor covering her up.

Biography:

She was born, "The Sacrifice", an age-old position within a tradition set by a bloodline of Drenoth Knights. At her birth proceeding her older brother, she would be the tool to hasten another's progress as a Knight of Ancarth. For seven years she lived perfectly; a daughter to the brother of the families head. In a Russian manor lavishly treated by a tremendous income of wealth she was raised a princess that would inherit the a large chunk of the estate. Or so she was led to believe.

Her older brother adored Ania, playing and protecting her nearly 24/7, save for the long hours he devoted to training to become a Knight. So too did she reflect the same feelings, looking up to him as a hero. Whenever she could she followed him about, trying her best to seem as important as he did in the household. Being the second-born, she was not "destined" to become the next Knight of the bloodline, a title given only to one individual per generation. She asked many to teach her even the most basic of basics, and eventually her adorable determination affected her uncle who agreed to teach her simple things, like sword-play and small amounts of magistra. She was no prodigy, but she showed promise. Her uncle continued secretly teaching her, hoping to give her a small hope of becoming a Knight herself if she left the bloodline to pursue the dream.

Ania's uncle was a notable trinket collector, buying strange objects from pawn shops and flea markets. It was a perfectly normal day when he arrived at the manor with a few oddities in hand. Ania looked over the things when her uncle had left to do other things, leaving her alone in his room. But the normal day turned sinister when a voice emanated from the box filled with his belongings. Intrigued -and slightly scared- Ania uncovered a small white mask wrapped up in cloth. It was broken in half, and a sinister smile was spread across its face.

"Take me with you..." it whispered. Though the mouth remained immobile, she knew that it had spoken. For nearly an hour it conversed with her, talking about her wishes to become a Knight and her families refusal to allow her it. As a young girl, it didn't seem at all to be particularly strange; after all, she was a student in magistra. When her uncle's footsteps approached, she tucked away the mask and hurried off, worried her "friend" would be taken back. Thus began her relationship with her Companion, treating him as an imaginary friend of sorts when in the presence of older individuals. Her brother scoffed at it, slightly off-put by her "new friend". None could hear its voice but her, and so it remained secret that she was truly talking to a mask.

Eventually her brother had come of age to be taught the most powerful magistra of the Drenoth. Unbeknownst to either of the siblings, their method for quickly unlocking the ability required something to bring about terrible anger. What it truly meant was that Ania would be killed before her brother to bring that hatred out. It was carried out like an act, with individuals playing as undead assassins in the dead of night who would do the deed. Ania and her brother were alone outside when the "assassins" arrived, quickly attempting to kill Ania. Unfortunately for them, Ania's "friend" was not prepared to let it happen. It happened so quickly, not even her brother had the time to comprehend; of course, he was dead then. The commotion wracked the family with utter grief, unsure as to how to handle the breakdown in tradition, not to mention their lack of a child to serve as the next Knight. They could not allow Ania to take his place, for she had proven then that she was cursed by some demon. Within the night she was excommunicated, though her uncle took it upon ihmself to provide her with some form of protection away from the family.

Seperating from her families grasp allowed Ania to pursue her dream, but a lack of mentoring severely slowed the pace of her learning for many years. Only her companion could supply her with enough information and help to prevent her skill from deteriorating. When she became of age, Ania sought to join the Knights of Ancarth through any means, eventually managing to join the secretive group without any help from those within. Ania was revered as a lower-status Knight because of this, looking at her as one without notable blood heritage to fuel her position in the organization. She refused to detail her origins, afraid of meeting with a family member of hers. When the ball had gotten rolling, her ability in Magistra and fighting exponentially increased, jetting her towards the highest people within Ancarth, the members of the Circlet.

Personality: Ania is the type of person who would invite a young man into her house just to call the cops and report a break-in. Really. She is quite proud of herself, for whatever reason, and speaks in condescending tones or with verbally abusive sentences; all the while keeping up a smile that only makes those around her question if shes really joking or not. Her motives can seemingly switch in an instant, becoming more caring for people or utterly selfish with the flick of a lighter. Then she'll smoke and reconsider it seconds later. She's a hard egg to crack, keeping her more important inner thoughts locked up and sealed with a key that she just might have slipped into her bra. Of course, "She wouldn't want anyone to get to it."

She doesn't take well to those who talk down on her or try to order her around- at least, not the on the inside. On the outside, she can keep calm and composed, but her inner self will be enraged into a tempest when her independence of pride is chipped away at. She's capable of retaining her anger or hatred, frequently resorting to ignoring the source to halt further fueling the fire any longer. In battle, she is just as erratic as her overall personality. The spawn of Hell may face her in an indifferent, uncaring mood. Or... they might come face to face with a revved-up and eager woman hell-bent on ensuring someone's face is eventually kissing the bottoms of her heels, sprawled out in mud to act as a living-but-almost-dead bridge.

Combat Information

Companion Type: A formless shadowy mass that can take on several different shapes at Ania's will. The more notable forms include:

• "Gamayun" A spada de lato. Exhibits the ability to send out a piercing spear of darkness when thrust.
• "Zmey" a zweihander. Sends out a crescent of darkness when swung horizontally.
• "St. Michael" a Taurus Raging Bull magnum. Fires detonating bullets.

Zid also takes on an anthropomorphic appearance during Ania's Drenoth Demon form.

The Companion's mass is emitted from a small white mask that was seemingly broken in half. Only when she possesses the mask nearby is Ania capable of channeling her will to control the shadowy clouds that it releases.

Companion Name: "Zid"

Companion Special Abilities: Being formless, Zid is capable of giving Ania limitless tactical advantages in combat, both offensive and defensive. Its size is also limitless, allowing Ania to carry a weapon and maintain a shadow-coat over her vitals as magic armor. Being made up of an almost two-dimensional smoke-like material, Zid itself is incapable of taking any damage when induced to be intangible, save from more specific magical attacks/spells. Its range is limited, despite being size-less, and can only be effectively manipulated from an approximate range of thirty feet from Ania's person. Using Zid, Ania can instantaneously teleport herself short distances by using the shadows it creates. When under the effects of Drenoth's demonic release, Zid splits from Ania, and becomes an almost independently sentient Companion, capable of thinking for itself and transforming at its own will, though Ania can still exert master control over the shadow. When separated, Zid's single weak point becomes the white half-mask that is always present somewhere on his body, being the only solid area.

Though Zid can take on the form of nearly any weapon, Ania utilizes the Companion in a more offensive-defense manner, frequently standing stone-still and unleashing long-range weapons like masses of whips, flurries of swords, or stampeding walls of darkness. No matter the apparent shape of Zid's form, it displays a cutting power capable of splitting a boulder in two.

Knight Magistra: Through using Zid's own capabilities, Ania has become accustomed to darkness-type transportation Magistra. Even without her Companion, Ania has demonstrated incredible usage of darkness and shadows to warp between two areas very quickly. She has also stated that she can create a "Hammerspace" that only she can traverse. She is able to use her Magistra to transport others, though getting the destination point exactly correct isn't particularly easy for her unless she is going there too.

Order Magistra: "Demonize" As a Knight of Drenoth, Ania is capable of releasing various aspects of her inner self to channel a demonic energy into her soul. When used, she takes on a demonic appearance, growing several horns on her head and irradiating a darkness outmatched only by her Companion. Grizzly black claws protrude from her hands and a pair of bat-like wings grow from her lower back. During this stage, her Companion also changes in that it can separate from her active control and act independently.

I liked this character alot more than Zvezda's other one, (Which probably wouldn't have been accepted, FYI.) The character is interesting, well-written and much more likeable than the previous rendition. I haven't completely decided on whether or not I want this character in the Circlet yet, as there's pretty much only one spot left other than the reserved NPC slots. So we'll see how she compares to the last batch of characters before I consider giving her a seat...

UGH FINE,

I found it extremely ironic that the only person here named "Dual" submitted "Two" characters. It should be noted that these do not count as two player slots, and rather simply two characters under his control. I'm bitch lazy after writing that kawaii list of lulzy hiders, so he doesn't get a goddamn reason why I accepted him. But they were pretty well-written.

Dual can shut up now, pl0x.

General Information

Name: John Talbot

Order: Praetor

Apply for Circlet? No.

Gender: Male

Age: Twenty two, nearing twenty three.

Appearance:


The immediate impression that most people get when they look at Talbot is not, “Wow, what a powerful looking mage. He must be a Knight.” To put it simply, he does not look all that intimidating. He doesn’t appear to have much muscle, looks somewhat awkward, and usually has a meek expression on his face that indicates that he’d really rather be anywhere than where he is. Standing at a meager five foot five and looking like he weighs less than a feather, he’s the last person you’d expect to be a Praetor. His skin is not very battle scarred, or blemished at all, for that matter, and is a light tan color. With shoulder length black hair and a pair of almost unnaturally brown eyes, his face gives an odd appearance, although while the overall shape of his face is reasonably handsome, in its own way, his usual expressions ruin the picture—he wears a constantly worried smile that only dissipates when he’s in the middle of a fight.


His body, most of all, looks, well, average, if a bit skinny. His arms, legs, and fingers aren’t particularly longer or shorter than usual, his body is skinny enough to be unusual but not worrisome, and his nose, ears, chin, et cetera don’t protrude to a length that might be memorable. Most people, when looking at him, forget his face rather quickly, and virtually no-one who first meets him remembers his name as a result of his mediocre appearance.


When dressing casually, his style of clothing varies, although jeans and T-shirts seem to be popular with him. His, “Uniform,” if you can call it that, is comprised of a pair of metal sabaton like boots with heavy looking buckles, a pair of long, baggy black pants with numerous pockets, a long, unbuttoned red trenchcoat over a white, sleeveless shirt with the Praetor symbol branded on the center, a pair of heavy looking metal gauntlets, and numerous bandages wrapped around his skin, underneath the trenchcoat and white shirt.


Biography:


Talbot was born on July twenty first to a pair of loving, if odd, parents. This English couple had no magical talent between them, and as a result they were quite surprised to find that Talbot had such a strong affinity for magic—while it wasn’t necessarily unheard of for a magistra-gifted child to be born to completely ordinary parents, it was still unusual, and as a result they weren’t quite sure what to do with him. He spent his childhood facing, while not ridicule or scorn, exactly, solitude—the other children weren’t quite sure what to do with the boy, as he was too weak to play any of their games with them, and too strange to really be befriended by them. It was understandable, in a way—the boy was a Knight Candidate, and one way or another, wouldn’t be with them for long. So what was the point of making friends with him? Furthermore, children fear the different, and while they never directly bullied him for who he was, he was an outsider—someone who was different.

Talbot did well in school, and while he was arguably lonely for most of his life he eventually made a few friends. After graduating from High School and getting his basic education, it was requested by the Knights of Ancarth that he join them. He complied, and joined the Praetor Order, where he soon became famous for his skill with his Companions. Slowly, he’s begun to make friends and come out of his shell, to the delight of many. He’s often regarded as a possible future Circlet member due to his skill with a gun and high-level abilities, and most wonder why he doesn’t get his companions enchanted so that he can be more effective.

Despite the admiration of many for him, due to both his personality and his skill with his guns, he is still considered to have his faults, and is widely regarded to be a fool, a simpleton. Part of the reason for this is his honesty and, well, stupidity; his relationship with Will Testament being the other main cause. Nobody is quite sure why the polite, easily embarrassed, combat competent Praetor named Talbot is so often with Will Testament, a rather stoic and unpleasantly rude girl who seems to possess no skill for combat whatsoever, to the extent of people questioning her role as a Knight and wondering whether or not she actually has any magistra techniques to begin with. Those who care enough to investigate further usually come to the conclusion that they’re lovers, a not entirely unjustified, yet still wrong, belief. In truth, the two are considered combat partners by their superiors, with Will being more on the support side of things and Talbot being more of a front lines guy.

Personality:


Talbot is rather shy and innocent appearing. He’s easily embarrassed as far as girls are concerned, to the extent of being completely incapable of functioning socially when he’s talking to one, Will being the only real exception. His actions suggest that he wants to be a professional; someone who is calm and composed as far as his job is concerned. The only problem with this attempt is that he’s the last person in the world who could pull off that sort of appearance—due to either circumstance or his own awkwardness, the illusion he puts up is almost always annihilated. Simply put, his general appearance is that of someone who’s too nice and meek to be a true warrior. He doesn’t like hurting people, and is suspected to hold back when fighting other humans in mock battles, although this is partly due to the fact that his guns can’t really be used non-lethally. He rarely speaks, giving him a connection with Will—although most people believe that the two have different reasons for keeping their silence. While she, they believe, is a cold, heartless, emotionless stoic who chooses not to talk because it’s a waste to speak with the people she hates, he’s just too flustered and embarrassed to really voice his opinions, too awkward to really communicate efficiently—a belief heavily supported by all the stuttering and blushing that goes on when he does speak. He talks politely, often referring to his superiors, equals, and even inferiors as, “Sir,” or, “Ma’am,” and has a bad habit of apologizing to everyone for even the slightest, most forgivable or even unremarkable mistake. He generally acts with a kind of awkward kindness, saying things about how he wants what’s best for everyone and other optimistic, naive things. He talks a lot about helping other people and generally following the golden rule, and generally seems to be a rather naive and kind boy who acts a bit too young to be his real age.


Apparently, once in battle, things change dramatically. He loses all trace of personality, so focused on killing the enemy that he’s virtually unrecognizable. His killing intent can practically be felt for meters in every direction, and he generally acts with as little emotions as possible. He doesn’t speak unless necessary, and when he does he doesn’t seem to stutter, although he still refers to everyone as, “Sir,” or, “Ma’am.” He’s brutal and heartless, although this is more a result of his enemies not being human than his own innate cruelty, and many at this point start to understand (Incorrectly, as it so happens) why he hangs around with Will. Nobody is quite sure where this violent personality comes from, although many believe it to be a result of some forbidden training his superiors have been putting him through (Also incorrect, as it so happens.)

Combat Information

Companion Type:

He wields three Colt Peacemakers, one modified to be lighter (Resulting in less power and speed, more recoil, but granting him an advanced level quick draw ability), the second modified to be heavier (Resulting in more power and speed, and also more recoil, but making it slower to draw,) and the third completely normal, at least as far as modifications go. All three are undecorated and look to be made of stainless steel, and only by holding them can one tell them apart. This is intentional on Talbot’s part, mind you—high level fighters would be capable of determining the trajectory of the shots with far more ease if the three guns looked different, even when he switched which hands he was carrying them with or which two of the three guns he was using. Furthermore, the three revolvers—and more specifically, their modifications—give him a fighting style that would be impossible with conventional weapons.

Companion Name:

The three as a group are typically referred to by him as, “The Lucifer Revolvers,” with the lightest named Cassius, the middle named Judas, and the heaviest named Brutus.

Companion Special Abilities: Not Applicable.

Knight Magistra:

Talbot is renowned for his gun slinging skills. To put it simply, his ability to quick draw one of his revolvers is literally unmatched, and he has the aim and stability to go with it. This is due almost entirely to his Magistra abilities, of course, which allow him to react and move faster than any ordinary human ever possibly could. But there’s more to his skill than just the speed at which he draws his guns, or the accuracy with which he hits his targets. Even more surprising is his uncanny ability to ricochet bullets off of each other—he can hit his own bullets—or those shot by others—with his other bullets, allowing him to pull off nearly impossible moves. When combined with his quick-draw technique, he’s an incredibly deadly and potent fighter. And as if his skill with a gun wasn’t enough, he’s incredibly strong, fast, and durable as well, although must certainly not to the extent of any other Praetor—while he can take down almost any other knight in an unarmed, purely physical fight, even the weakest of the other Praetor will tower over him as far as sheer physical ability is concerned.

While Talbot is excellent at long ranged combat, when it comes to short ranged, he’s extremely, well…lacking. True, he can put up a fight, but as far as pure melee combat goes, he’s virtually useless against all but the weakest of enemies. Once an enemy gets too close to him, he has to rely almost entirely on Will to help him survive.

This said. His ability to survive is almost uncanny as his gunslinging skills. There are at least three accurate reports of him taking injuries almost guaranteed to kill off or at least painfully render immobile any normal Knight, and not only continuing to fight, but recovering with literal inhuman speed afterwards. One day his leg has been cut off, the next he’s back fighting again, although in reality the time between his recoveries is more along the lines of months than of days. Nobody is quite sure how he pulls this off, although healing Magistra is obviously involved somewhere. He’s curiously denied all requests for him to teach his technique, despite it obviously being capable of saving virtually all injured Knights. Many have suspected him of being a demon, although he’s sufficiently proven to them all, through the use of having holy seals and banishing spells used on him, that he’s one hundred percent human.

Order Magistra: Talbot is unable to use the Death Lotus technique. Nobody is quite sure why.

General Information

Name: William Testament, goes by, “Will.”

Order: Lionell

Apply for Circlet? No.

Gender: Female.

Age: Twenty three or so.

Appearance:

Will’s build, much like Talbot’s, is not going to impress anyone as far as combat is concerned. She is, for lack of a better word, absolutely scrawny. Just over five feet tall and weighing eighty, maybe ninety pounds, she has a sickly appearance, leading many to think that she was malnourished as a child. Seriously, she’s so small she can’t even drive legally, due to the weight restrictions on driving. She has extremely pale skin, almost blue—this is mostly a result of her being inside all the time—and seems to be almost anemic, based on how often she finds herself weak or tired. Her skin is relatively unmarred, possessing only a few scars or moles, and the best way to describe her build in general is, “Without muscle.” She’s as far from a Praetor as one can get without being dead or crippled. Her face is not particularly, “Cute,” as it’s much too serious and/or stoic to really be childlike, but it’s beautiful, in its own way, and certainly not ugly. Her expression is usually nonexistent, and when it does exist its usually when she’s angry—she possesses a cold anger that seems to burn even more than a fiery one. Her hair is long and black, going down to the centre of her back and usually being without style. Her blue eyes are not piercing, as one might assume, but rather just empty, without real focus—although one should never assume that she’s not paying attention just because of how her eyes look. Her nose is neither small nor particularly large, and her mouth is, while slightly smaller than usual, rather thin as well. Her cheekbones are prominent, as is her chin, and her entire face matches the rest of her body—it seems thin, sickly, and vaguely unsettling.

Her casual clothing usually consists of long, monochrome, and somewhat pretty dresses, and she typically doesn’t wear shoes while not training, fighting, or otherwise, “On the Job.” She likes wearing bracelets, apparently, and somewhat indulges her otherwise emotionless personality by wearing one or two occasionally.

Her, “Professional,” clothing consists of a long, hooded grey robe with the seal of the Lionell Order proudly displayed on her back. It looks almost monk-like in nature, and while it’s difficult to move around in, it offers, due to being her Companion, a rather high level of protection. Under this she usually wears a pair of Jeans and a T-shirt, mostly to preserve her dignity when she uses it.

Her presence is quiet, yet at the same time sharp—it feels like she doesn’t want to be noticed, and if you do so she’ll strike out at you, although of course this never actually happens. Her voice is also quiet, and she rarely speaks—though when she does, it’s usually serious and straight to the point, without any emotion or humanity. She generally looks at people coldly, and the overall impression of her is that she secretly hates everyone but is too professional to say so.

Biography:

Born to the rather wealthy, Magistra proficient Testament family, Will was trained practically since birth to be a Knight. Her father, James Testament, was a retired Knight, one who had left the Lionell order after receiving a rather nasty wound and an honorable discharge (Not from the same people, mind you. The wound was from a low-level demon, and the discharge was from the Knights.) He was fond of his girl, who was better inclined towards Knighthood than her two brothers, and made sure to treat her well throughout life, leading the rest of the family to believe (Not incorrectly, as it so happens) that she was his favorite. She went to a private school for up and coming Knights, made friends, and generally lived a good life.

Nobody is quite sure what triggered her descent into the state she’s in now. Perhaps the laughter she showed her friends was a lie and she was like that from the beginning, perhaps it just happened. Whatever the case, when she left her high school and joined the Knights, she slowly became less and less emotional, slowly became the person she is today. It started with melancholy, which lead to depression, which became apathy towards everything. The once cheerful girl, without any traumatic events at all, seemed to become completely stoic.

The real cause of this—the one that nobody really would expect—is that, upon leaving her friends, she had no means of making new ones. No way to become friends with others again. She had forgotten how to make friends, and that lead to her having none.

Furthermore, her brain began to change. Depression could be considered a disease of the brain in addition to the personality, and when her personality became depressed, her brain’s chemicals did as well. A chemical imbalance in her brain is the main cause of her melancholy, her stoicism, her depression, her apathy—and it pretty much ruined her life.

She seemed to lost all talent for combat, and began to spend more and more time alone, drifting further and further from the happiness that once overwhelmed her. She became focused and composed in her actions, making sure that everything she did was professional. She acted like a true soldier, like someone prepared for war—not like a teenager that was incapable of seeing bloodshed.

In the end, all traces of her personality were lost, and she was left as a machine, of sorts.

At some point, she met Talbot, and for whatever reason the two hit it off. They became nearly inseparable, and continue to be so to this day. Many rumors go around as to the source of this companionship—is Will bribing Talbot? Blackmailing him? Are they lovers? Or is it something else?
In truth, only a few people know the reason why the two are together, although the official excuse is that it’s for combat purposes—which is not necessarily a lie, admittedly.

Personality:

Will appears extremely emotionless, showing reaction to nothing other than orders and generally being a complete stoic. She reacts to virtually everything with the same quiet coldness, and is widely believed to be completely without humanity.

However, despite this lack of external emotion, internally she’s extremely emotional, to the extent of practically having a split personality. Her emotions aren’t exactly what one would expect of someone who has a hard exterior and a soft interior—she is still somewhat stoic, but cares more about other people than she lets on, and has some inner goodness that she finds hard to express. Her relationship with Talbot is the main way this hidden sympathy is shown—in truth, she really, truly cares about him, and feels incredibly remorseful for all the suffering he has to go through for her sake by default. The two share a special bond—not love or romance or even platonic affection, but a hidden secret that they share together, uniting them in a way that goes beyond the outside view of them. She doesn’t love him, and he doesn’t lover her, but she understands him, and he can say the same for her—perhaps not perfectly, but well enough that they can typically see how the other is suffering. It’d be a lie to say that Will is a complete stoic in other areas as well—she doesn’t know how to express or even understand her emotions, and they’re very much suppressed, but they’re still there. She apparently has a strong sense of justice, and while she isn’t as naive as Talbot, she is ultimately an optimist.

In addition to all of this, the girl is fairly lazy.. Not only does she refuse to do any work whatsoever if she finds it troublesome, she actively refuses to do anything she finds troublesome—be it listening to other people when they talk, standing, staying awake, or anything of the like. Well known to be a lounger, she can usually be found draped across furniture, the floor, trees, small conveniently placed rocks, and more often than not, Talbot himself.

Combat Information

Companion Type: A hooded grey robe that has the Lionell symbol on its back.

Companion Name: She hasn’t really named it, mostly due to not seeing the point in naming something that isn’t alive in some manner.

Companion Special Abilities:

The robe has three real functions.

Number one, it acts as clothing—something most people consider important in this day and age.

Number two, it acts as a sort of shield—using a high level spell, it completely absorbs various incoming, physical energies, spreading the damage across the entire robe and occasionally out the other end without Will coming to harm in the process. Thanks to the high-tech fibers the robe is made out of, it can withstand these blows with hardly a scratch, within reason. Basically, while normally a bullet proof vest would decrease the piercing value and not the force, this does both. Admittedly, it can be strenuous to have one’s entire cloak pressing inward on you after a particularly powerful blow, and the spell itself burns up massive amounts of energy and needs the user’s concentration to activate, so it’s entirely possible that it won’t help at all when sneak attacked or attacked by a high level demon. Still, it’s better armor than what most Knights get, thus giving her a slight edge over those around her.

Finally, the unique fibers can be controlled by Will, allowing her to use basically razor sharp wires spanning over an incredible distance to kill her enemies. True, without enough force these wires won’t cut through most enemies that she faces, and even then it might not kill them, but it certainly helps matters when she’s in a pinch and needs a quick weapon, or even to escape, as it’s more frequently used for.

Knight Magistra:

She possesses a rather unique Magistra known to a few as, “Orian’lachel Natasch du Und’age Ef’rayim,” or, “Oria,” for short. Despite Will not being particularly combat proficient, Oria is a high level technique that, while dangerous to cast, results in rather spectacular results. The spell is simple in its nature: By giving up her life force, she can gain knowledge. In short, in exchange for becoming weaker, she can learn things that would otherwise be impossible to find out. It’s worth mentioning that the Magistra isn’t universal in its nature—there are certain requirements that must be met before knowledge can be gained.

One, the Knowledge: The knowledge can only be gained from the knowledge that another human possesses. In short, she can’t scry knowledge that doesn’t exist, knowledge that isn’t known.

Two, the Ritual: The ritual to summon this knowledge is long and precise—any mispronounced word or altered rune will result in the casters painful demise.

Three, the Price: The cost of the spell is measured in one’s life force, taken in amount equal to the energy required to obtain and teach the knowledge. In other words, if the knowledge is easily gained or something that Will knows herself, then it’s practically free to cost. If its blocked by incredibly powerful mental and magical barriers, then Will might as well be slitting her own throat and get it over with.

If these three requirements are met, then practically any knowledge can be summoned, within reason.

It’s worth mentioning that using the spell has made her into the physically weak and sickly girl she is today.

Order Magistra: Conjuring: Mostly, she conjures knowledge using her Oria Magistra. Other than that, she knows the basics of conjuring, although she does seem to possess a skill for cutting off conjuring in the middle of the spell, allowing her to discern the location of the object without actively using any life force.

Remember, one more batch, five more players! Get your crap together and get your characters ready!

I'll be updating the front page later, after I get some sleep.

[Arthera]

Oh, oh, perhaps maybe a chance?

Kitty happy!

[Dual]

Remember filth kids: Semi-sarcastic and certainly sardonic sociopathy will always get you accepted into the roleplays you apply to!

ALWAYS.

[Zvezda]

Phew! *puts gun away*

[Dual]

*immediately stabs the unarmed Zvezda*

Also, I'll be posting an NPC list tomorrow, for the sake of having background characters to talk to and whatnot.

[Garinovitch]

[Arthera]

Oh, oh, question! *hops up and down with arm raised*

It's not explicit, but is this occurring on Earth nowadays or alternate planet? It's been bugging me since I started writing names down and was wondering if I should scrap all the references and such.

Also, extra time to polish what I wrote! Yay. *hugs kitty*