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Name: Emmerich Jaeger
Appearance: 1,98m high, wide shoulders and an athletic build, Emmerich is certainly an imposing sight. Blonde, slightly wavy, shoulder length hair, which he usually wears tied in a ponytail and brown eyes. His serious expression, coupled with his build makes most people avoid him. Usually wears a top hat with a silver crest and decoration.
The mask is the most noteworthy aspect. The terrible mask with a sadistic grin eternally mocking those who look at it.
Age: Certain age unknown. Appears to have around 25~30 years
Personality: Emmerich is a serious and quiet man who most of the times prefer to pass unnoticed. A cold expression and stern posture are some of his defining traits. Making him open his heart can be a very difficult task, but if you know how to approach him though, you will find a deeply intelectual man who enjoys conversation and can be very warm and friendly to those whom he holds dear. Regarding women, Emmerich is not the womanizer type, preferring to chose very well his mate. His acid humour sometimes get the worst out of him, especially to strangers.
When he wears his mask, he undergoes a radical change in personality. Cruel and cold, he fights in an almost feral way, laughing as he moves with an animalistic agility. More sadistic than ever, he enjoys bloodshed while on this state. Dangerous and unscrupulous, he is not to be trusted while under this persona.
History: Before being a hunter, Emmerich was a gentleman, a scholar who enjoyed researching everything, including magic and the night beasts, travelling through the lands, in his endless curiosity. Well... they say that those who search too much, can find things which they didn't wish they had. And that's exactly what happened to them. Foolishly walking inside a cave, which was a powerful ritual site, used by a powerful coven of witches, he saw things which deeply disturbed him. While hidden in the crevices of the cave, he observed the ritual with his notebook on hands, writing down everything. As the coven opened some kind of portal, he saw something that no human should see. His hands began to tremble, he screamed in horror, but nothing came out of his dry throat. He tried to avert his gaze from the portal, but it was useless. Something kept his eyes wide opened while unspeakable horrors invaded his mind. Falling on his knees, he passed out.
On the next day, another person woke up on that same cave... Cruel, sadistic and unscrupulous, filled with rage, this person proceeded to brutally murder an apprentice witch, who was left behind to clean the cave. Bathing in its blood with a terrible grin on his face, he ripped her flesh with his bare hands. Again and again, like a mad beast he bit her throat, dilacerating her flesh as his hands broke her bones and teared her apart. Long after she was dead, he continued. Bathed on her blood, a terrible laughter filled the cave, a laughter that was barely human at all... Tearing the witch's spine and pelvis out of its carcass, he proceeded to sit down and started to carve them with a piece of sharp stone, working diligently on them for an entire day.
The result? An immaculately white whip-rapier was the result, its disturbingly clean, ivory-colored edge was almost maddening. With her pelvis bone, a mask. The terrible mask that would haunt Emmerich's dreams forever, the same mask that symbolized his curse.
Its maddening grin was almost like it was laughing to those who looked at it. Laughing at their pain, laughing at their suffering, laughing at their very soul.
The next day, an confused Emmerich woke up with a scream. Sweating and profusely disturbed due to the nightmares he believed he had. Upon looking around, he saw all the blood, meat and entrails decorating the cave with a beautiful crimson red color. And near his hands, the rapier and the mask... That dreaded mask... Laughing at him, remembering him of the monster that was inside of him, remembering that it was part of him. Willingly or not, he would wear it again, for it was part of him. He wouldn't be able to resist its call. After all, now he was as much of a monster as the beasts he studied.
Years later, an foreigner appeared in Seren's Folly. Terrible rumors came together with that man. The man said he was a scholar, and his purpose of coming to Seren's Folly was to study the night beasts. Some believed him, other didn't...
After a few months there, Emmerich was known as a specialist at night beasts by the other denizens of Seren's Folly. Some said he appeared to be cold, but actually helped them in protecting themselves of those beasts, giving them crosses, wolfsbane & etc. Others said that he was only fooling them. That he was actually a beast himself...
Signature Weapon:
A bone rapier that transforms itself on a whip. Sharp, deadly and unpredictable, its a dark weapon with a terrible aura in it.
Made of special alloy, its lighter than it seems. Firing special bolts made specifically for it (due to their size), its terribly accurate and packs a big punch
Things they look for in a partner: Emmerich looks for someone who can soothe his heart. Help him to ward of the beast inside him away. Someone whom he open his heart for and understands him. Someone who will let him cry on her arms. Cry about all the horrors he saw and did.
While with his mask though, he is attracted by power and strong personalities.
Pets/Familiars: Animals often react badly to him, being afraid and/or running away.
Name: Shai
Appearance: Blonde, short eyes. Around 1,67m high, has a delicate face and a tiny build. Uses a big hat to hide (or at least try to) her draconic ears when near other people. As a dragon-human hybrid, she has a tail and her body is partially covered by scales (more specifically on her ribs, covering the side of her body and part of her belly, her back and her thighs. Has yellow eyes with a slit pupil.
Many hunters/witches and even normal people try to either capture or kill her due to her unique appearance and traits.
Age: 19
Personality: Around other people, Shai is very wary, and tends to have problems to trust others, due to her being mostly mistreated, hated and even beaten by others. Shai is a very sweet girl, curious and loves to talk... well... she would love to have someone to talk... Tends to be overly affectionate and is quick to get attached to someone, after it conquers her trust... which can take a lot of time and effort. She will often avoid unecessary fights, prefering to run from them, without harming anyone.
History: Mankind always wanted to control everything which surrounded them. Everything they don't understand they tend to either hate and destroy or capture and try to subjugate it to their will. It is and it will be always like that.
Knowing this, I make you a question: what is the thing that humans fear the most, trying desperately to control or destroy it?
Its the magick. The arcane, energy, Mana, call it whatever you like. But the arcane is not like other forces in the universe. It has its own, unknown and ever changing laws. How can men control something that is eternally twisting and changing? They cant. Then they proceed to hate it and try to destroy it. Few are the ones who chose to embrace it, not trying to control and obtain it, but accepting it as part of the world. The ones who do it are called mages and witches, who see the world with different eyes, seeing it as it truly is.
But even those are still part humans, and some, who realize the unthinkable power that permeates the existence, try to hold it for their own. Those often die, burned by the arcane, or turn into arcane filled monsters, beasts without reason or thoughts, irregularities at the arcane flow, almost as tumors. Growing and burning their essence and arcane energy until their body cant hold it anymore and they simply burst.
But it all changed when a substance called "Dragon Blood", or at least its this the name the researches gave it due to its crimson color and burning hot feeling, was discovered at the ruins of an antique and lost civilization, who instead of hating and repelling the arcane, chose to embrace it, the Babylonians. Legends tell of a mythical place where everything is possible, Babylon was built on a node on the arcane new, which runs through the reality. This node made possible incredible advances at the art of the arcane. But as always... Humanity destroyed it, fearing that which they couldn't understand, negating the arcane and every aspect of it. Apparently it is a condensed form of Bloodmoon stone. The only means to create it was lost with the babilonian civilization. It emanated an incredible amount of arcane energy, almost like it was warping and distorting the arcane net itself.
With this new substance, they did what the human race always did. Try to control it. Dissolving it and putting it in a human embryo, they made an entire new creature. A hybrid girl.
This hybrid was a walking node at the arcane net. Not only tapping into it, but controlling it as well, She had unlimited access to the arcane energy.
Unfortunately, for the humans, this creature was as volatile and uncontrollable as the arcane itself. After suffering from years of living locked and being experimented on, the hybrid, which they gave the name "Shai" lost control. As they were trying to infuse innumerous Bloodmoon stones into her, trying to replicate the "Dragon's Blood". Losing the control over her own magick, the stars shook and trembled by the sudden outburst of power. With a huge flash and a terrible magical shockwave, a meteor fell on the research center, but instead of impacting on the earth and destroying everything, it hovered over the hybrid. The researchers looked, amazed as it glowed and changed its form, turning into an orb, mystical cards and a set of thorny dices, artifacts imbued with arcane energy.
With those in her hands, the hybrid, or I should say, Shai, ran away. Going as far as she could from there.
After years being mistreated and hunted due to her traits and appearance, Shai found refuge and shelter at the Forest near the mountain. Coincidentally there is a an Arcane Node hidden somewere in the mountain, which is perfect to hide Shai's presence from others.
As the time passed, rumours began to be told at Seren's Folly, rumors of a "spirit" which lived inside a very old ruin, inside a cave at the Forest. This "spirit" would divine the fate of those who went there, requiring only one payment: the tale of one's life until the presente moment and a good conversation. No one who went there ever saw the spirit in person, but all of them say they heard its beautiful voice.
Some drunkards swear they saw the spirit, claiming it is a beautiful hybrid girl, with a tail and scales, but they are just crazy drunkards, who would believe them anyways, am I right?
Special Power: Shai is able not only to read the stars (as a form of divination) using her star globe and tarot deck, but control them as well. By attuning her energies with the cosmos she can wield magicks of unseen and new properties, including healing, using the astral energy to smite her enemies (think of it as some kind of "starfall") , compressing or extending one's flow of time (slowing or accelerating them and their perception of time), and manipulating gravity (which she also uses to move her dices around at blinding speeds, as projectiles or barriers). Additionally, Shai can block one's access to magical energy if she touches this person. Its a complicated and lengthy process. Completely cutting a mage or a witch from the Arcane net is a process that can take up to hours, even days, but temporarily weakening it is something that can be done without too much effort.
Things they look for in a partner: Partner? Do you mean... like a... mate? *blushes heavily covering her mouth* I don't know... maybe someone kind, strong, that doesn't care for my appearance. Someone interesting with lots of stories to tell me and that can take me to many interesting and different places!
Pets/Familiars: None, untill now.
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S E B A Z I Z I
M a l e ● T w e n t y - S i x ● B - N e g a t i v eM U T A T I O N S
● Hollow Bones
Seb's hollow bones are perfect for reducing his body weight, further contributing to his already high agility and speed, but as a consequence, his bones break easier than normal humans.
Additionally, they make possible for the sound he produces to echo through his body, allowing him to produce sound waves of various intensities and frequencies.
Seb's hollow bones are perfect for reducing his body weight, further contributing to his already high agility and speed, but as a consequence, his bones break easier than normal humans.
Additionally, they make possible for the sound he produces to echo through his body, allowing him to produce sound waves of various intensities and frequencies.
● Avian Physiology
Feathers, wings, extremely sharp talons and claws give Seb the ability to fly, coupled with other abilities related to the avian physiology such as enhanced balance, reflexes and senses. It doesn't come without downsides, such as frail bone structure and its enhanced senses make him vulnerable to high frequency noises (Although his talons and claws are already fully formed and his wings almost fully formed, the last still doesn't have enough strength to lift him off the ground, and once they do, he still has to learn how to effectively use them).
Feathers, wings, extremely sharp talons and claws give Seb the ability to fly, coupled with other abilities related to the avian physiology such as enhanced balance, reflexes and senses. It doesn't come without downsides, such as frail bone structure and its enhanced senses make him vulnerable to high frequency noises (Although his talons and claws are already fully formed and his wings almost fully formed, the last still doesn't have enough strength to lift him off the ground, and once they do, he still has to learn how to effectively use them).
● Sound Manipulation
By vibrating his feathers and using his vocal chords, Seb can produce an incredible variety of sounds, ranging from high intensity high frequency sounds to low frequency sounds.
This has a number of different applications such as using as a sonar (echolocation), by emitting high frequency sounds (which cannot be heard by normal humans), emitting powerful low frequency sounds, creating pressure waves that can be used to damage objects or people, using destructive and constructive interference to hush or intensify sounds, and to move faster by riding the pressure waves created.
By vibrating his feathers and using his vocal chords, Seb can produce an incredible variety of sounds, ranging from high intensity high frequency sounds to low frequency sounds.
This has a number of different applications such as using as a sonar (echolocation), by emitting high frequency sounds (which cannot be heard by normal humans), emitting powerful low frequency sounds, creating pressure waves that can be used to damage objects or people, using destructive and constructive interference to hush or intensify sounds, and to move faster by riding the pressure waves created.
A P P E A R A N C E
Long length, brown hair, honey eyes and standing at 6'4 ft Seb is someone who cares about his appearance. As a result, his hair is always carefully brushed and tend to wear elegant clothes.
He has a rather slender body, due to his avian physiology, but at the same time, its packed with muscles.
With a beautifully tanned skin, Seb is quite the uncommon sight. His height coupled with his long hair color make him stand out very easily on crowds.
His mutations partially covered his body with feathers (excluding his face), transformed his feet on powerful talons, his arms turned into two big wings, on the end of his wings, there are two fingers with claws on them, these fingers and claws are mainly used to grip on walls or other places. Due to losing his pinky, ring finger and middle finger, the dexterity with the two remnant fingers is quite limited. Although he is still able to grab some things with them, more complex things such as pressing buttons, using his smartphone (by sheer luck he always used voice commands on it because he was too lazy to actually use his hands) & etc. are simply impossible.
Additionally, his teeth became sharper, ideal to cutting meat.
He has a rather slender body, due to his avian physiology, but at the same time, its packed with muscles.
With a beautifully tanned skin, Seb is quite the uncommon sight. His height coupled with his long hair color make him stand out very easily on crowds.
His mutations partially covered his body with feathers (excluding his face), transformed his feet on powerful talons, his arms turned into two big wings, on the end of his wings, there are two fingers with claws on them, these fingers and claws are mainly used to grip on walls or other places. Due to losing his pinky, ring finger and middle finger, the dexterity with the two remnant fingers is quite limited. Although he is still able to grab some things with them, more complex things such as pressing buttons, using his smartphone (by sheer luck he always used voice commands on it because he was too lazy to actually use his hands) & etc. are simply impossible.
Additionally, his teeth became sharper, ideal to cutting meat.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Seb always was a very laid back guy and carefree guy. He hates working, but will still do it if its something that needs to be done, but he will do it the easiest way possible. Seb enjoys reading, listening to music, travelling and sightseeing.
He has a very interesting tendency to always take the best out of everything that happens, even bad things he will try to see them by the good side. He is a very intelligent and calm person, who avoids unnecessary conflicts as much as possible.
One trait that defines Seb is his capacity to not think about the future at all. By his own words: "Planning is only useful to one thing: to disappoint you later." Living by this motto, Seb is the type of guy who just lives the life, without preoccupying himself too much and always trying to take the best out of his experiences.
Seb does have a slight tendency to sometimes isolate himself, especially when around many people. He hates being around too many people at the same time, places like night clubs, shows & etc. are places where probably Seb will never step on.
Before the incident, he was suffering from severe depression, but the things that happened, instead of making him worse, lifted his mood, making him extremely excited and interested. Life was no more boring and dull.
He has a very interesting tendency to always take the best out of everything that happens, even bad things he will try to see them by the good side. He is a very intelligent and calm person, who avoids unnecessary conflicts as much as possible.
One trait that defines Seb is his capacity to not think about the future at all. By his own words: "Planning is only useful to one thing: to disappoint you later." Living by this motto, Seb is the type of guy who just lives the life, without preoccupying himself too much and always trying to take the best out of his experiences.
Seb does have a slight tendency to sometimes isolate himself, especially when around many people. He hates being around too many people at the same time, places like night clubs, shows & etc. are places where probably Seb will never step on.
Before the incident, he was suffering from severe depression, but the things that happened, instead of making him worse, lifted his mood, making him extremely excited and interested. Life was no more boring and dull.
B I O G R A P H Y
"Good morning sir, how can i help you today?" the attendant asks to the tall, young man behind the counter.
"Hello, I would like two tickets please." he answers with a calm voice.
"What is your destination?" she asks, confused. The man looks up to the big screen that display the next flights and their estimated time to depart.
"I don't know." he says, smiling. "Give me one for the next flight." he said with distant eyes, handing her his identity and the money.
The girl behind the counter got his id, with an surprised expression.
"Here it is Mr. Seb, the next flight is almost departing, so it would be better for you to dispatch your luggage as soon as possible and head to gate number 5."
"Thank you, but i don't have any luggage." he said as he walked away.
Seb boarded the plane without saying a word, sitting near the window. As the plane lift off, he watched the airport getting smaller and smaller through the window.
His distant expression and sad eyes were those of someone who was slowly dying inside. He felt no more enthusiasm, nothing made him feel alive.
His parents died while he was still 16, letting him with an incredible amount of money. Seb graduated very early, when he was about 20, and there isn't much a young man with an incredible wanderlust could do in Cairo. Selling his parents' house and most of the unnecessary material possessions he had (Saving only a few clothes he liked to wear) he simply packed up and started to travel around the world. For a short time, it was the best time of his life, he was truly happy.
By twenty four, he had already travelled through most of the countries (thanks for the money he inherited from his parents and his detachment from material possessions, he never had to work a single day on his life). Life was incredibly dull for him, he felt no reason to live outside reading books and travelling to try to run from that dull reality. Slowly falling asleep, he closed his eyes, waiting for the plane to reach its destination.
The loud screech of the plane's wheels drifting on the landing strip woke Seb up.
Something was not ok as the pilot screamed to the control tower, which wasn't responding.
Looking out of the plane's window, the sight shocked him. People falling down on the ground without reason, with their eyes completely black and black veins creeping their skin, some people running away, others chasing others and beating them to death, something was very wrong.
Inside the plane things weren't that better, weird events were happening inside too. People falling down, some going insane. The second the plane stopped, he got out of it.
The first thing he did was run away from the confusion, looking for somewhere safe, for he knew that many people together in a situation of crisis wasn't a place where one would be safe.
Seb was afraid, he was in fact, terrified, but he knew that panicking would only get things worse.
As he locked himself on the bulletproof security cabin, his bones started to snap, an agonizing pain shook his body as his muscles teared themselves apart only to slowly rearrange themselves, his skin became rough as feathers started to sprout out of them. Fighting himself to not scream, enduring the pain and trying to not give away his location, he did the only thing he could: curled up on the corner and waited. He had no control over whatever it was that was changing his body, and he couldn't hope to run or even get up with the pain he was enduring.
In fact, the things that were happening, although could be somewhat scary, were extremely exciting for him. He didn't knew if he should feel that way, but he was excited for the first time in years. Something different was happening, something completely new.
"Hello, I would like two tickets please." he answers with a calm voice.
"What is your destination?" she asks, confused. The man looks up to the big screen that display the next flights and their estimated time to depart.
"I don't know." he says, smiling. "Give me one for the next flight." he said with distant eyes, handing her his identity and the money.
The girl behind the counter got his id, with an surprised expression.
"Here it is Mr. Seb, the next flight is almost departing, so it would be better for you to dispatch your luggage as soon as possible and head to gate number 5."
"Thank you, but i don't have any luggage." he said as he walked away.
Seb boarded the plane without saying a word, sitting near the window. As the plane lift off, he watched the airport getting smaller and smaller through the window.
His distant expression and sad eyes were those of someone who was slowly dying inside. He felt no more enthusiasm, nothing made him feel alive.
His parents died while he was still 16, letting him with an incredible amount of money. Seb graduated very early, when he was about 20, and there isn't much a young man with an incredible wanderlust could do in Cairo. Selling his parents' house and most of the unnecessary material possessions he had (Saving only a few clothes he liked to wear) he simply packed up and started to travel around the world. For a short time, it was the best time of his life, he was truly happy.
By twenty four, he had already travelled through most of the countries (thanks for the money he inherited from his parents and his detachment from material possessions, he never had to work a single day on his life). Life was incredibly dull for him, he felt no reason to live outside reading books and travelling to try to run from that dull reality. Slowly falling asleep, he closed his eyes, waiting for the plane to reach its destination.
The loud screech of the plane's wheels drifting on the landing strip woke Seb up.
Something was not ok as the pilot screamed to the control tower, which wasn't responding.
Looking out of the plane's window, the sight shocked him. People falling down on the ground without reason, with their eyes completely black and black veins creeping their skin, some people running away, others chasing others and beating them to death, something was very wrong.
Inside the plane things weren't that better, weird events were happening inside too. People falling down, some going insane. The second the plane stopped, he got out of it.
The first thing he did was run away from the confusion, looking for somewhere safe, for he knew that many people together in a situation of crisis wasn't a place where one would be safe.
Seb was afraid, he was in fact, terrified, but he knew that panicking would only get things worse.
As he locked himself on the bulletproof security cabin, his bones started to snap, an agonizing pain shook his body as his muscles teared themselves apart only to slowly rearrange themselves, his skin became rough as feathers started to sprout out of them. Fighting himself to not scream, enduring the pain and trying to not give away his location, he did the only thing he could: curled up on the corner and waited. He had no control over whatever it was that was changing his body, and he couldn't hope to run or even get up with the pain he was enduring.
In fact, the things that were happening, although could be somewhat scary, were extremely exciting for him. He didn't knew if he should feel that way, but he was excited for the first time in years. Something different was happening, something completely new.
E Q U I P M E N T
● Single ear Bluetooth headset.
● Smartphone.
● Smartphone.
P R O F I C I E N C I E S
● "Aimless Wanderer" Seb is used to wander around, be it on cities while sightseeing or on forests observing the nature and wild animals, resulting in a very good sense of direction. As a side effect, Seb's legs are quite powerful and muscular.
● "Hunting Instincts" Together with his mutations, came an powerful hunting instinct. Its natural to him the act of diving in on a prey and using his powerful talons to pin it down and kill it, sinking its sharp teeth on his prey's flesh, savouring its warm meat, everything comes to his mind once he is hunting, its on his nature.
● "Logical mind" Seb has the capacity of remaining calm or calming himself quickly even in dire situations, thinking in a solution for them without being desperate. Although he can still feel fear, he will remain calm and think carefully about his actions and decisions.
● "Hunting Instincts" Together with his mutations, came an powerful hunting instinct. Its natural to him the act of diving in on a prey and using his powerful talons to pin it down and kill it, sinking its sharp teeth on his prey's flesh, savouring its warm meat, everything comes to his mind once he is hunting, its on his nature.
● "Logical mind" Seb has the capacity of remaining calm or calming himself quickly even in dire situations, thinking in a solution for them without being desperate. Although he can still feel fear, he will remain calm and think carefully about his actions and decisions.
L I M I T A T I O N S
● "Blunt Force Trauma." Due to Seb's hollow bone structure, blunt force attacks are very effective against him. A strong hit on his wings, especially on top of them, where the bones are located, will easily break them. On the other parts of his body, a little more of force is needed due to his flesh dampening the impact, but they will still break easier than normal human bones.
● "Fatigue" Seb's wings are those of a bird of prey, and although very fast and maneuverable, they are not fit for long flights. He can flight continuously only for a couple of hours before having to land and rest. If he choses to ignore his body's warnings and overexert himself, his wings' muscles can even tear apart, forcing him to stop flying (and obviously using his wings until his muscles heal themselves) and even plummet down from the sky.
● "Limited Hand Dexterity." Seb's mutations made him lose his pinky, ring finger and middle finger. This results in limited dexterity with his "hands". Although grabbing a cup of water is still doable, using a weapon or other things that require more dexterity is simply impossible for him.
● "Enhanced Senses" His enhanced senses also mean that he is vulnerable to loud high frequency noises (not those produced by him), which can cause him to get very dizzy and unable to fly or even more, or if its too high, even make him unconscious due to the pain.
Additionally, Seb is also vulnerable to very bright lights (Such as tactical flashlights, strobe flashlights & etc.) due to his enhanced vision. Those will make him blind and stunned for a small period of time (until his eyes can adapt themselves to the sudden change, which is around 5 seconds).
● "Moral Compass" Seb will refuse to take any actions that harm -innocent- people. Although exceptions can be made on specific occasions, he will feel very bad about it and will only do it if there is no other alternative.
● "Sore Throat" Although Seb can freely produce sounds, sustaining them for long periods of time (rather than just a burst) takes a heavy strain on his body. Should he overexert himself, he can even tear his vocal cords apart, taking some good deal of time to heal.
● "Fatigue" Seb's wings are those of a bird of prey, and although very fast and maneuverable, they are not fit for long flights. He can flight continuously only for a couple of hours before having to land and rest. If he choses to ignore his body's warnings and overexert himself, his wings' muscles can even tear apart, forcing him to stop flying (and obviously using his wings until his muscles heal themselves) and even plummet down from the sky.
● "Limited Hand Dexterity." Seb's mutations made him lose his pinky, ring finger and middle finger. This results in limited dexterity with his "hands". Although grabbing a cup of water is still doable, using a weapon or other things that require more dexterity is simply impossible for him.
● "Enhanced Senses" His enhanced senses also mean that he is vulnerable to loud high frequency noises (not those produced by him), which can cause him to get very dizzy and unable to fly or even more, or if its too high, even make him unconscious due to the pain.
Additionally, Seb is also vulnerable to very bright lights (Such as tactical flashlights, strobe flashlights & etc.) due to his enhanced vision. Those will make him blind and stunned for a small period of time (until his eyes can adapt themselves to the sudden change, which is around 5 seconds).
● "Moral Compass" Seb will refuse to take any actions that harm -innocent- people. Although exceptions can be made on specific occasions, he will feel very bad about it and will only do it if there is no other alternative.
● "Sore Throat" Although Seb can freely produce sounds, sustaining them for long periods of time (rather than just a burst) takes a heavy strain on his body. Should he overexert himself, he can even tear his vocal cords apart, taking some good deal of time to heal.
R E L A T I O N S
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Lila, the Blade Dancer
Full Name: Lila Suda, Nickname/Alias: The Blade Dancer, "Rings" to those close to her.
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterossexual
Country: Wildeshore
Occupation: Dancer / Hunter
Appearance: Platinum hair, skin as white as the Wildshore's sands. Standing at 1,85m, Lila is a tall woman. Long, strong legs and a very flexible slender body that hides an impressive strength for a woman, Lila sure is a box full of surprises. Unlike the common long hair many woman prefer to use, Lila opted for cutting it shorter than usual. Coupled with the unusual color, it sure attracts a lot of attention.
Casually, she wears a black elegant dress made entirely of silk. The material makes it strong and flexible, letting her move and dance freely. While hunting or in battle situations, she wears a lightweight leather armor, reinforced with steel on some parts.
Background: Born out of an impossible union, probably fruit of one single night of passion, Lila's parents are extremely different from each other. Both in status and way of life. Her mother was a dancer, just like her. A free spirit who loved to travel, talk, have fun and dance. She liked to say that her husband was the wind, that she went wherever it took her.
Her father, on other hand, was a very wealthy and important nobleman. Most part of the money that passed through Wildeshore, passed by his hands. Owner of a big part of the commerce there, he was a beautiful man, but was completely the opposite of Lila's mother. He cared too much about material possessions, including money. Hated changes and was an extremely traditional man, with a deep love for military and martial arts.
Due to being extremely traditional, her father simply couldn't ignore the fact that he had a child. Even If the mother was only a dancer. Of course, he was already married. Lila was the fruit of an affair. Luckily, he chose to give both her and her mother a house and a large sum of money, promising to take care of them. Maybe he was trying to take responsibility for his mistakes? Or perhaps he was only trying to hide his shame. Lila was raised between the nobles, in the high society, but had the same free spirit as her mother and coincidentally, the same love for dancing, but at the same time, was deeply fascinated by martial arts, just as her father. Thanks to this union of two completely opposite extremes, Lila ended up fusing her two passions. A weapon specially made for her, a Ring Blade, was gifted to her by her father. It was just like the weapon was an extension of her body. Graceful and swift circular movements, deadly precision and a dancer's footwork and flexibility created an unique martial art.
As the little Lila grown up, she became an enchanting woman. Beautiful and desired, feared and admired by many. Her name quickly became known thorough Wildeshire, enough to other nobles overlook the fact that she was fruit of an affair and with that came many different aliases: The Blade Dancer, Rings & etc.
Her meeting with the dragon "Jörmungandr" was very... unorthodox. One day, while she was dancing and performing in a party near the beach, having fun as the torches illuminated the night, the moonlight reflected on her ring blade (which her friends insisted for her to use the real weapon instead of only a hoop in her dance), it was beautiful and deadly, the smile, the pure joy in her face while she danced was hypnotizing. Lets say that her friends weren't the only ones watching...
From the dark sea, a big dragon came, getting out of the depths of the sea. Naturally, everyone nearby was startled, but Lila hadn't perceived the creature, continuing dancing. When she saw it, the dragon had laid his head on the sand, and was quietly staring at her, like it was hypnotized. In a moment of bravery, or foolishness, Lila extended her hand, touching the creature's nose. That moment, under the moonlight, a strong relationship, and strong feelings were forged between the two.
Strengths:
》 Dal Niente, Al Niente – Lila is capable of moving very fast around the battlefield, being able of impressive speeds in order to eliminate specific targets. With her mobility, positioning means nothing, as she can use her speed and dance movements to confound her enemies, making them unable to predict where she will go or from where she will attack.
》 Noble Aura – Lila's is a woman who passes an aura of nobility and purity. Other people tend to trust her easily and find it very difficult to think anything wrong of her.
》 Fortissimo – Using her entire body's weight and mass to build her weapon's momentum, it can deal very devastating attacks without compromising her agility. Her enemies often get surprised by the force behind her agile and fast attacks.
》 Dancer's Agility – Lila's graceful movements hide powerful and flexible muscles which make her capable of performing very impressive acrobatic moves and an uncanny agility and flexibility.
》 Noble Aura – Lila's is a woman who passes an aura of nobility and purity. Other people tend to trust her easily and find it very difficult to think anything wrong of her.
》 Fortissimo – Using her entire body's weight and mass to build her weapon's momentum, it can deal very devastating attacks without compromising her agility. Her enemies often get surprised by the force behind her agile and fast attacks.
》 Dancer's Agility – Lila's graceful movements hide powerful and flexible muscles which make her capable of performing very impressive acrobatic moves and an uncanny agility and flexibility.
Weaknesses:
》 Innocence - Lila is an innocent girl and kind girl. She trusts others too easily.
》 Weight Restriction - Obviously, Lila cant carry too much weight with her, as it will affect her mobility and fighting ability.
》 Light Armor - Lila wears only very light armor in order to keep mobile. She cannot wear anything heavy, and its unable to wield a shield or any kind of off-hand weapon when using her weapon (excluding her throwing rings.)
》 Weight Restriction - Obviously, Lila cant carry too much weight with her, as it will affect her mobility and fighting ability.
》 Light Armor - Lila wears only very light armor in order to keep mobile. She cannot wear anything heavy, and its unable to wield a shield or any kind of off-hand weapon when using her weapon (excluding her throwing rings.)
Equipment:
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》 Throwing Chakrams: Small, razor sharp bladed rings she can throw to hit her opponents.
A very unique weapon that resembles the decorated hoops she uses in some of her dances, it uses beautiful and very complex circular movements, using the dancer's own body to give the weapon more momentum, its a very unpredictable weapon, and can be very tricky to defend. On the other hand, the nature of this weapon is so dangerous that it could literally mean dismemberment or death if used by those who dont have enough skill.
》 Throwing Chakrams: Small, razor sharp bladed rings she can throw to hit her opponents.
》 Black dress and Light armor
Jörmungandr, The Midgard Serpent
ps: ignore limbs
Full Name: Jörmungandr, The Midgard Serpent
Age: Estimated 150 Years
Gender: Male
Race: Amphitheres
Appearance:
Background: Jörmungandr was one of the biggest and most ferocious Amphitheres on the sea, differently from other amphitheres, he was very aggressive and territorial, sometimes sinking ships only because they passed nearby him. Nobody knew why he was so different from the other dragons of the same species, perhaps because he was still a young dragon? Nobody knew for certain. His characteristic horn was the first thing the ones unlucky enough to cross his path would see, and very often, the last one.
Unlike other dragons, he didn't liked humans. Never had assumed a human form before, nor he wished to. Some say he inherited the old dragons' pride. He thought that humans were inferior and worthless, that was until the day he fell in love for a human himself. For the first time in 100 years, he let a human touch him, for the first time in his life, he assumed a human form. He changed completely after that day. Even becoming rather curious about humans. What was a ferocious dragon that destroyed everything he wanted, now was much more tame and well mannered. His interaction with that human made him rethink what he thought about the human race, making a growing curiosity rise within him.
Strengths:
》 Natural Hunter - Fast, stealthy and with an extremely powerful bite, he is a natural and very dangerous hunter, both in dragon and human form.
》 Bladed Horn - His horn is razor sharp, and can be used as a blade by him.
》 Roar of the Ancients - An earsplitting, terrifying roar which can disrupt arcane arts and weaken arcane attacks directed to him.
》 Camouflage - As an Amphithere, he is able to camouflage himself with the surroundings.
》 Bladed Horn - His horn is razor sharp, and can be used as a blade by him.
》 Roar of the Ancients - An earsplitting, terrifying roar which can disrupt arcane arts and weaken arcane attacks directed to him.
》 Camouflage - As an Amphithere, he is able to camouflage himself with the surroundings.
Weaknesses:
》 Extremely possessive about Lila. He will put her safety as a priority no matter what.
》 Berserk - If Lila gets too hurt or if she is kidnapped, he will enter a berserk state.
》 Dark Past - Due to his blood drenched past, he feels guilty and feels like he should atone for his actions. As such, he will try to protect innocent humans if he sees them in danger.
》 Righteous - Will be compelled to help others who are in need, even if they are humans.
》 Berserk - If Lila gets too hurt or if she is kidnapped, he will enter a berserk state.
》 Dark Past - Due to his blood drenched past, he feels guilty and feels like he should atone for his actions. As such, he will try to protect innocent humans if he sees them in danger.
》 Righteous - Will be compelled to help others who are in need, even if they are humans.
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Lila Moriarty
- Age: 19
- Gender: Female
- Height: 5'0
- Weight: She doesn't care about these things as long as her body is still in its best shape for combat.
- Sex Preference: Hetero
- Blood 100% Nayu
Appearance and Apparel:
Deep red hair, eyes with a completely black sclera and red pupils, skin with a light silver coloration, almost white.
Her small, slender and delicate body often make others think that she is younger than she actually is. But behind it, she hides a surprising force, especially when wielding her scythe.
Wears a black and red dress, a small rosary with the holy symbol of the Seraphim, black leather knee high boots, and her gauntlets. Sometimes she wears a black leather cape to protect herself from the weather.
Personality:
Lila is a very reserved, lonely and sad girl. She is quiet and distant. It can be surprisingly difficult to make her trust someone at first, but if they are able to earn her trust, she can be surprisingly warm, caring and affectionate. Due to her being treated only as an object by the Aion faction to attain their objectives, she is very lonely and longs for someone who cares about her, someone who loves her.
Being a pureblood Nayu, she can be efficient and merciless when feeding. Her training also made her completely insensible about the act of killing. If she is order, or if she needs to, she will kill another living being without hesitation.
Although she looks to be a cold and heartless girl, she actually suffers a lot because she was alone her entire life and never had someone who cared about her. If you break the shell that encases her heart, who know what will happen? Maybe she will show herself to be a completely different girl.
Backstory:
"The Nayu, a race of vile creatures, parasites that live by sucking blood of other races. Barbaric creatures that wish only death to the Seraphim and their allies. To destroy those vile creatures is our solemn duty, as we swore upon our angelic blood." Those are the words proffered by the seraphim and their allies. But we cant know the truth before hearing both sides, can we? I believe you already know a lot about the Seraphim and their allies. Angels, good guys, clean the world from evil, etc. etc. So lets talk a little bit about the Nayu. Not about their military force, but lets talk about their cultural side.
The Moriarty family. Wealthy and famous for their beautiful poems, songs and due to their unique, silver, almost white skin, something extremely unusual for the Nayu. Differently from other Nayus, the Moriarty family sold their poems, songs and the words they created to other races in exchange for currency and blood, to keep them alive. Even the Moriarty being openly pacifist, repudiating violence and staying away from politics, not everyone was comfortable in giving their blood as payment, but nonetheless, there were those who didn't cared about that, and were regular customers. Some of the Nayu never understood the Moriarty family's style of life. Why they choose to trade with other races, even being "friends" with them. But no one could deny that they were very helpful for the Nayu. Providing "clean" blood for any of those who didn't wanted to hunt and hurt others or even for the elderly and weak. There were also some Nayus who shared their ideals. Those who did so, quickly formed a community near the Moriarty's mansion. After all, not all the Nayus are blood starved beasts. Some just want to live their lives peacefully, like any other.
I think that you know where this is going right? Politics, media, manipulation of information... "History is made by the winners."
Now lets look at the day when everything went wrong. We're finally meeting Lila, our protagonist. On that day, Lila was born, and on the same day, she had her life and future stolen away from her.
The Moriarty family had invited all their friends from the small community that formed around their home to a big party. It was a happy day, the day that their only daughter, Lila, was born. Looking at that party, no one could say that the ones having fun and celebrating were the bloodthirsty and violent beasts that the Seraphim said that the Nayu were. They were all dancing to the beautiful music, telling jokes, congratulating the family for their newborn... The only thing different from the normal is that blood was being served together with wine. What they didn't knew was that a unit comprised of Seraphim, Aion and Taxis factions were marching on that direction.
Nobody was prepared to that, and when the Seraphim came, the chaos begun. No questions asked, no words said, they came and started to simply slaughter every Nayu they saw. Not even the old or women escaped. At the end of that massacre, only one Nayu was still alive. Ms. Moriarty, who tried to hide herself from them to protect the baby. She had the same fate as the others, slain without even a drop of compassion, without even a word. From her dead arms, a small baby, covered by a fine cotton blanked started to cry. When the Seraphim looked at her, it was a beautiful female Nayu baby, with a silver skin as white as the moon and blood red hair. I thought they would kill her, but for some reason unknown to me, they wrapped the baby on the cotton blanket again, who had the baby's name sewed on it "Lila" and took her away with them, letting a pile of innocent bodies behind. I couldn't do anything, only watch as they took her away. My old body was wounded and I had no strength left to even walk. It might have been a coward or selfish act, but the only thing I could do as an old Nayu was hide between the corpses.
Now that you know what happened, you should decide who are the bloodthirsty savages on this story. Believe-me, I may be old, but I'm not a liar. Its not because i'm a Nayu that I would try to lie about such serious things.
Even now, its hard for me to speak about that day, but I think that is the least I can do to redeem myself from my cowardice. I had never told what happened on that day to anyone, I should at least write it down before I die. I hope that the small Lila can forgive this old and foolish man.
A few years later
A lone girl travels the land, alone save for her big scythe, that she carries along whenever she goes. Some call her the angel's hunting dog, others say she is the one who brings punishment for those who offend the angels. But whenever she goes, her figure is associated with bad omens and misfortune, especially due to the sad and sorrowful aura she passes.
Not much is known about her, as she only opens her mouth to talk with others when its absolutely necessary. Her Nayu heritage is obvious, but no one knows why she carries the holy symbol of the angels on her neck. Rumors say that if you are an follower of the angels and wear their holy symbol, she may approach you and ask politely for some blood with a beautiful, almost angelical voice. There are also rumors who say that she is a Nayu assassin following the orders of the Seraphim, hunting down their enemies with her scythe. But even with those rumors going on about her, the mysterious traveling girl continues to be an enigma, as very few are the ones who aren't superstitious and approach the little girl.
Exp:
Trained by the Seraphim using methods combining both the Seraphim and Nayu combat styles. Specialist in hunting and assassinating/eliminating her marks. Wields her scythe and her gauntlets with dexterity and agility, often surprising her opponents with the force behind her attacks due to her apparent fragile and delicate looks.Her slender, flexible and agile body makes her a hard target to hit, and a mighty hunter, being almost impossible to run away from her if she is chasing you. Excellent at tracking her marks and obtaining information when needed by using her natural stealthiness.
Weapons:
- Her signature weapon, given to her by the Seraphim as a tool for her to hunt down their foes.
- A pair of gauntlets with sharp, bladed nails she uses for combat together with her scythe.
Abilities/Powers:
- Dexterity: Her training gave her an agile, fast and flexible body, capable of chasing her mark even performing acrobatics if needed.
- Hunter's Senses: Heightened senses allow her to track her mark easily, especially if its wounded, as she can smell its blood.
- Inoffensive Aura: Be it for good or bad, she has an inoffensive appearance, being completely unable to intimidate anyone.
- Herbal Medicine: Wide knowledge about medicinal and poisonous herbs, able to make poisons and medicines with the right herbs. Knowledgeable about basic and intermediate medical procedures, being able to seal a wound if needed.
- Blood Traits:
- Shadow Stepping
- Blood Consumption
- Invisibility
- Shadow Manipulation
- Sound Manipulation
- Hemotoxic Venom Fangs
- Poison Resistance
- Night Vision
Spells
- Blood Link: This spell has a passive and active effects, both triggered when she consumes blood from another living, sentient being.
Passively it lets her know the target's feelings, emotions and memory on the exact moment she took the blood from him and identify his blood heritage.
When activated, she can temporarily utilize one of the target's blood traits or spells. Available only once per target, and after selected the spell/blood trait to be acquired by the Blood Link, there is a delay of 24h for the target's blood to get out of her body, resetting the ability and allowing her to copy a different spell or ability. - Eclipse: Creates a bubble around her with the range of 25m that completely suppresses the vision of all inside it and reduces other senses (excluding hers). This bubble moves with her. Those outside cannot see or hear anything that comes from inside this bubble.
Trivia:
- Is jealous and possessive about romantic relationships.
- Loves to eat sweets and meat.
- Constantly asks herself why she keeps following the orders coming from the Seraphim.
- Thinks about the other Nayu and wonders if she had a family.
"Visual range" of roughly 25m (the same range as her "Eclipse" ability) for vibrations (somewhat detailed aka like Toph from Avatar) and a little bit more for sound (very rough details just as a sonar would work, basically a "ping" showing very rough details about things) and smell (Only useful to track something if this thing is bleeding or has a noticeable smell to it, natural or not.)
Lila is not able to see the beauty of flowers, the beauty of a painting or a city or to accurately depict a person's unique traits (for example its face & etc.) just with her senses. She is able to distinguish people from each other by their size, body, weight, how they walk & etc. but they are all faceless creatures for her. If she wants to know someone intimately, "see" their face, their unique traits she will actually need to touch the person, feeling it with her hands.
Lila is not able to see the beauty of flowers, the beauty of a painting or a city or to accurately depict a person's unique traits (for example its face & etc.) just with her senses. She is able to distinguish people from each other by their size, body, weight, how they walk & etc. but they are all faceless creatures for her. If she wants to know someone intimately, "see" their face, their unique traits she will actually need to touch the person, feeling it with her hands.
Meilin Hua
- Name: 美琳 花
- Age: 18
- Gender: Female
Personality:
Calm, attentive and kind, Meilin is a rather introvert woman, being raised in a monastery means that she was often training, meditating or reading. But to those who are able to befriend her and know her better, she can be very caring and affectionate, even passing a motherly aura.
It takes a lot to get her angry, needing only a few minutes to calm herself down. She usually prefers to solve her problems by talking rather than by violence. Ironically enough, Meilin loves martial arts and enjoys a good sparring session.
She absolutely hates arrogant and obnoxious types, but would never start a conflict about it, choosing often to simply walk away.
Meilin is somewhat shy regarding romantic relationships, but if someone catches her eye, she will actually try to show her interest, albeit in more discreet and indirect ways. The most effective way to earn her attention is by being kind, attentive and above everything else, delicate. She dislikes those who try to reach her in a brute, unrefined manner. She loves to read, have interesting conversations, listening to music, playing her flute and meditating.
Backstory:
Meilin was born into a martial arts temple, her parents being monks themselves, she learned martial arts since she was a child.
The fact that she was only a small girl irritated some more traditional practitioners, but even as a child, her talent was undeniable, having a strong body and a deep passion not for the power that the martial arts offered, but the wisdom and teachings that came with it, she had everything to master even the more complicated forms.
As the time passed, the entire temple was forced to acknowledge that Meilin was special. With that, the others started to treat her not as a child, but as a martial artist, even asking for advices and for her to teach them.
Her attentive and calm behavior were perfect for teaching, thing which she actually enjoyed doing, usually helping those who asked her with private lessons about martial arts and tips on how to use their body more effectively, while improving herself.
As she continued studying and practicing martial arts, she stumbled upon some very interesting styles, some regarded as myths or only tales, others actual styles forgotten by the time but all of them had one thing in common: instead of using swords, staffs or other weapons, they used the flute. A simple musical instrument, but in the hands of those skilled enough, became a deadly weapon, capable of stopping even blades.
One day, when Meilin was practicing tai chi with the flute, she had an urge to play it. She didn't knew from where that came, but she simply took it and started playing while continuing to practice. With slow and precise movements, she took the flute to her mouth. Her fingers moved almost instinctively, together with her body. The melody that came out from that simple flute as she meditated drew the attention of the oldest monks in the temple, as the beautiful music echoed through the halls. She had never played flute before, neither that tune was a tune that a musician could play, it was a tune that reflected her experience and deep passion for martial arts.
The elders immediately sent her to a secluded part of the temple in the middle of the mountains where the oldest and wisest monks would test her, and if she had the will to learn and accept their teachings, they would teach her the ways of the Song of the Shifting Flowers, an ancient form of martial art using the flute as its weapon.
The test wasn't about her physical, but instead, they were testing her resolve, her mind and her passion for the martial arts. After completing the test, she was deemed able to learn about the secret art. Her second test to determine if she was worthy of learning the Song of the Shifting Flowers was going inside the mountain in a jade mine and hitting the stone with enough strength and on the right places to break a perfect piece of jade, without a single crack. Days passed as she hit the stone wall with her bare fists in the most varied ways, staining the wall with her own blood. Not knowing what to do, she laid down on the ground, wounded, tired and almost giving up. That was when she saw a single stalactite, made entirely of rough jade. It was too high for her to reach, and if she tried to break it with a stone, it would shatter the stone and break its core. Looking around, searching for an answer, she saw a couple of holes in the other corner of the wall. These holes, when she did an open palm strike produced sounds that echoed through the entire cave. She noted that for each time she hit a different hole, it produced a different note, shaking the stalactite a little bit.
It was only an idea, but she resolved to try anyways, to hit the holes mimicking the same song she played in the flute before. As she rhythmically played the notes, striking the wall with precision and just enough power to produce the clean sound, the stalactite started to vibrate more and more. When it was almost falling down, she extended her hand, catching it in mid air. When she gave the stone to one of the elder monks, it immediately threw it on the ground. Meilin gasped in terror as the stone hit the ground, shattering to pieces only to show its core which was almost a perfect cylinder made completely of jade. From that cylinder, the monks made a flute for her as a symbol of her being able to learn the art.
It was on that temple that Meilin discovered her powers. Almost immediately, a member of the Institute came to invite her to a special place where she would learn to better control her powers, but after a brief talk with her and the elders monks, they agreed in letting her complete her training there. After completing it, it was time for her to go to the institute, where she quickly learned on how to wield her power. Now with 18 years, Meilin decided to continue on the institute. She believed that it was her responsibility to pass her knowledge to those who needed it, and as such, she enrolled on the institute once more for a year before she could effectively teach there.
Equipment:
Abilities:
Being an expert in many martial arts, she learned how to use her body effectively. Without making unnecessary movements, she is able to save her energy, being able to stay in combat for a good while before getting tired.
Her intensive training gives her an impressive control over her own muscles, making her able to perform acrobatics that would be difficult to untrained people.
She an unexpectedly good cook.
Names/descriptions of moves:
- Channeller category: Alternative
- Description of power: Sound Manipulation
- Names/descriptions of moves:
- Falling Petals: Meilin can produce a very high frequency note from her flute. Those within hearing range will feel dizzy, nauseated and vertigo. Meilin can focus this ability on a single user, which will cause him to also feel a sharp, disorientating pain or simply let everyone who hears it in a range of 15m feel the normal effects. Its important to note that only those who hear the actual note will feel the effects. This ability is not a full song like the Song of the Shifting Flowers, but a single note produced from her flute. If someone hears it consecutive times, it'll strengthen it's effect on their body and take longer to recover. If one stops hearing the sound after hearing one or more times, he will still feel the effects from the previous times he hear it, but his body will start gradually recovering from it.
- Fang of the Jade Dragon: Using the wind passing through her flute to resonate, she can effectively wield her flute as a sword, using the sound waves produced when she moves her flute quickly to either cut or stab.
- Open Hand Strike: With a powerful open hand strike, Meilin sends a low frequency wave of sound, damaging the internal organs of the target.
- Heartbeat of the Jade Dragon: Using her entire body's mass and strength, she gives a powerful stomp on the ground together with an open hand strike, creating a shockwave around her, knocking those nearby away and inflicting impact damage.
- Song of the Shifting Flowers: Using her flute, she plays a tune which creates a pressurized current of air able to inflict cuts on the target. The cuts are deep enough to cut muscles, but not deep enough to hit internal organs. Meilin has complete control over the area that the sound can affect and the intensity of the wounds inflicted. This ability is a full song, and as such will impede Meilin to use her hands for the duration of the song. It has a radius of 10m and it can be blocked if one wears armor or is behind an obstacle strong enough to resist the cuts. The cuts are not instantaneous, albeit they are ridiculously fast to a normal human to dodge, those with enhanced hearing can predict where the cuts will strike and those with enhanced speed can dodge it, although if Meilin focuses the ability in one target, it will be rather hard to evade every single one of them.
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Institute role: Intern (Eastern Martial Arts Teacher)
Why they were chosen for the Institute: Was previously a student on the institute. Her mastery on eastern martial arts and her will to pass her knowledge are perfect for being a mentor.
Shou Nakano
Age: 19
Race: Gyokuto
Abilities:
- Enhanced speed and agility - Unnaturally flexible and agile body, the ability to jump much higher and faster than a normal human, coupled with his experience on parkour made Shou an extremely hard person to catch and find.
- Poisons and Medicines - His nature as a Gyokuto gives him great knowledge about natural herbs, remedies and poisons.
- Instinctive Fighting Style - His experience with Parkour and acrobatics gave him a unique fighting style, based on using his agility, speed and his surroundings to his favor. Its much more an instinctive thing than an actual martial art.
- Poisonous Touch - Able to inject both poisons and medicines on others by direct touch (Both his skin or weapons. Need to actually pierce the skin to do it successfully.)
Equipment:
Regular rope dart. Made of a very strong rope and metal, he uses it both as a weapon, to wound or grapple, and to move it around by using it as a grappling hook
A single yellow knuckleduster/dagger he uses both as a weapon and as something to help him to climb walls & etc.
Personality: Shou is a happy, playful guy with a terribly bad case of being unable to sit still for too long when awake. He is almost never quiet, be it walking around, running, climbing somewhere high. Ironically enough, he loves to sleep and relax (usually in ridiculous places, such as rooftops, or in other stupid places where others cant reach by just walking normally.) Its easy to know what Shou is doing at any given time: or he is sleeping, hanging around with friends or not being capable of sitting still for even 5 minutes.
Sho is an unexpectedly kind guy, and will often go out of his way to help someone in need. He has a deep sense of honor and what is right and wrong. He refuses to do anything that could cause harm to other people.
Due to his connection with the wilderness as a Gyokuto, he feels deeply in peace and relaxed while on a mountain or forest.
History: Born in a long lineage of herbal healers, his family was always connected with the nature, living near mountains and even making medicines to earn their life. Sho grew accustomed to differentiate poisonous herbs from medicinal ones, brewing both poisons and medicines, making teas and everything concerning herbs. Even for his family though, he was always unusually good with those things, almost like he was born knowing every medicine and poison existent. He hated being trapped the entire day doing remedies, so he often passed most of his time on the streets, be using his unusually agile body to jump around or meeting with other people, making friends, fighting, helping other people who he saw that needed him, or getting problems with the local authorities due to him "jumping around" or "disturbing the peace". Thanks to the fact that he always helped everyone and that he never did anything out of malice, he has never gotten in bigger problems with the law.
When Shou discovered the Parkour, when he was walking around the city one day, everything changed. He knew that it was perfect for him, both physically and mentally. The sensation of being free, the speed, jumping around and feeling the wind on his skin was almost like flying. Dedicating a good portion of his time in training Parkour, he quickly mastered it, thanks to his unique physical. Being able to spend his energy made him able to control his hyperactivity, giving him more time to relax and continue doing that what his family was always his family's job: making herbal medicines and poisons. Not only that, but being able to concentrate himself on doing those things, he was able to dedicate himself even more. Starting to use both a dagger and a rope dart to get in even higher and difficult places, to satiate his need for adrenalin.
It was on one of those days which he met Sven. As he tried to jump over a gap between two close buildings, he failed to grab the other ledge, falling just in front of Sven's butchery, who immediately helped him, even not knowing who he was.
After that, Sho felt that he needed to repay Sven's kindness in some way, that was when Sven proposed for Sho to help him with the butchery, by making deliveries, using his herbal knowledge to help with meat seasoning and helping around the Shop.
Other: Shou is an employee at Sven's butchery.
Erich Weiss Fuchs, The Fallen Heir
Name: Erich Weiss
Age: 24
Physical Appearance: Red, long hair, that he keeps tied in a single braid, deep cold blue eyes and an ivory white skin. Standing at 1,90m, Erich has a tall, athletic body. His fencing hobby gave him a great stamina, flexibility and agility. His appearance, more specifically his deep red hair and his delicate face, often draw a lot of attention, both from women and men (the latter often provoking and messing with him), but his penetrating blue eyes and his cold expression mostly always turn people away from him.
Unit Profession: Medic
Personality: Some say that his personality matches his distant, cold blue eyes, others say that a devil hides under that blood red hair. The fact is that Erich is a very unique person. He has a cold and calculating mentality but at the same time, he can be surprisingly friendly and warm to valorous companions and friends, even joking around and being a very lively guy. One thing that everyone agrees though, is his penchant for blood and his somewhat sadistic behavior. Nobody knows if he actually likes or if he doesn't really care about being cruel, one thing everyone knows is that Erich can be very cold and cruel if you stand in his way.
Due to being raised in a traditional family, coming from a wealthy and noble lineage, Erich knows how to be polite and formal when needed and is very intelligent. But the time he passed serving as a medic and mercenary, after him abandoning the family made him learn to be cunning and calculating.
History: Erich was born into an old and traditional lineage coming all the way from the nobles from old noble houses from Germany. Obviously, his upbringing was fit of someone born in a wealthy family, private tutors, books, fencing, he had the best things the money and status could buy. Erich was always the sole heir of the family, and as such, he was expected to be a perfect gentleman: intelligent, courteous, polite yet firm on his decisions, and above everything else, be a beacon, a role model for his compatriots to follow. At merely 18 years he was already a surgeon, and a damn good one, thanks to the instruction received from the best tutors and medics around.
When the war began, his family supported the country with all their forces, as it was expected. That included sending the young and still innocent Erich to the war to serve as a medic.
There is a saying that the war can change a person. This saying couldn't be more accurate for the young Erich. Living his entire life being treated differently, practically on his own world, separated from the brutality and violence from the normal world, reality hit him hard. He had to kill many men while serving. Both enemies and allies, those too wounded to be able to survive even with intensive medical care. As a way to protect his own mind from all that, he became the cold, cruel person he is today. Doing what it needed to be done to both ensure his survival and complete his duty as a soldier, he killed, saved, ignored orders, lied and even tortured. Everything with the same cold eyes. Obviously, as the time passed, he stopped caring about being cruel, sometimes even doing things that others could perceive as unnecessarily cruel.
After the end of the war, a completely different Erich returned home only to see what the war did with his once proud family. With the German Mark worth even less each day that passed, the family that once was proud to support their compatriots was found participating in political schemes, bribes and doing whatever they could to maintain their wealth, not caring about their country at all. Erich slowly watched his family's downfall, as they lost everything they had: their money, their lands, their status and even their honor.
Cutting all ties he had with his family, he adopted the surname "Fuchs", due to his red hair. He didn't wanted to carry his family's sins with him, as he had nothing to do with their actions. His name was his alone. Without having anything left in Germany, he became a mercenary. As a superb surgeon, his outstanding long range marksmanship and especially the way he used a rapier to fight, cutting his foe in order to incapacitate and inflict the maximum of pain before killing it, made his fame rise between the mercenaries.
His wanderings led him to a country called Borovia, which he was almost instantly hired as a mercenary for one of the barons on Asnio, the capital of Borovia. Not interested on the political side, he readily accepted the job. It was a good proposal, after all, it would give him food, equipment and somewhere to sleep. Surgeons of his caliber were rare to find, especially working as a mercenary. Thanks to his skills both as a marksman and as a medic, he quickly was invited to be on the Blackshirt army, a paramilitary group that answered to the Baron alone. Again, he had no reason to refuse, and so he accepted the proposal.
His friendly and warm attitude towards the other Blackshirt members would quickly earn him their trust and friendship. He didn't cared about who you were or where you were born. The only thing that mattered was that they would work together. Life was good for him, he had friends, a place to live, was respected as a Blackshirt... But he knew that things could change in the blink of an eye, so he was always prepared for the worse. Noble and wealthy families can fall in a matter of months, the same is true for any government or organization.
Equipment:
- Mannlichter M1895 - Customized: Equipped with an 3x telescopic sight and a leather buttstock, allowing a better, more comfortable grip on the weapon.
- Frommer Stop - The standard sidearm for the Blackshirts.
- Medical Kit: Containing things such as sterile gauze, suture needles and thread, scalpels, isopropyl alcohol & etc.
Prominent Skills:
- Surgeon - Erich is an experienced physician and surgeon. Having performed successful surgeries even in the middle of a battle.
- Chirurgic Precision - Precision, calmness, logical thinking. The skills who are needed to any combat medic also make him extremely precise with his rifle, especially when using a telescopic sight.
- Fencing - One of the results of being raised in a traditional and once noble family.
- Languages - German, English and Russian (both with a heavy accent)
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Victor Ragoczy
- Age: 33 (presumed)
- Gender: Male
- Height: 1,92m
- Weight: Unknown
Appearance and Apparel:
Always wearing beautiful, formal attire together with a top hat and a monocle, an appearance fitting of a nobleman.
His uncommon, white hair and piercing eyes further contributes to his mysterious aura and "exotic beauty".
Tall and lean, Victor's body is flexible and agile, the perfect mix of strength and elegance.
Personality:
An extraordinaire gentleman, Victor is a deeply intelectual man, well versed in most of the subjects, from magic to technology. A lover of knowledge, he loves to have interesting conversations. Unlike his mysterious aura suggests, he is actually very sociable. His sharp tongue, smooth movements and intellect allows him to be accepted almost anywhere.
Ironically, Victor is not that good regarding romance. He is not very sure on how to respond to romantic advances from the opposite sex, hiding his shyness behind his formal behavior, making very difficult to him to making any advance on the woman of his interest.
Backstory:
Victor Ragoczy, a man shrouded in secrets. His origin is as uncertain as his name. His incredibly young appearance contradicts his knowledge, intellect and life experience, making many doubt of his actual age.
If one searches enough about this man, they will find some of the names he used in his history: Marquis de Montferrat, Comte Bellamarre, Chevalier Schoening, Count Weldon, Comte Soltikoff, Graf Tzarogy & etc.
With knowledge about even topics that one shouldn't have, there are tales of a noble, very similar to Victor, roaming around the Dwarven Kingdoms and even the Moon Kindgom. Referred by many important nobles as an outstanding scholar, philosopher, musician, composer...
The more one tries to dive in this particular man's past, the less it knows about him. None of his names link him to a wealthy or noble family or kingdom, he may not even have noble blood at all. All of the "possessions" he claims to have, have never been found by anyone.
The source of all his money is as uncertain as the man himself.
When he arrives in a town, he quickly become intimate friends with the most powerful nobles and most intelligent scholars, even attending to exclusive balls and parties. Everyone seems to like his company, but after some years, he disappears completely, leaving nothing behind and taking with him his knowledge and secrets.
'He is an Odd Creature, and the more I see him the more curious I am to know something about him. He is everything with everybody: he talks Ingeniously with Mr Wray, Philosophy with Lord Willoughby...
But the Character and Philosopher is what he seems to pretend to, and to be a good deal conceited of: the Others are put on to comply with Les Manieres du Monde, but that you are to suppose his real characteristic; and I can't but fancy he is a great Pretender in All kinds of Science, as well as that he really has acquired an uncommon Share in some''
- Lady Jemima, when inquired about Victor
In one of his trips, he met Bartholomew, whom after hearing his stories, gave him an invitation. Victor had nothing to lose, and as such, accepted it.
Equipment:
Customized playing cards. Each one of them contains an arcane circle drawn on its surface.
A beautifully crafted, Damascus steel sword cane. Besides its beauty, its nothing out of the ordinary. Although it is certainly an item fitting of someone from the high nobility.
Abilities/Magic:
- Card Manipulation and Combat: Being able to throw and control his cards with magic (similar to telekinesis), he is able to use them as weapons by throwing them as projectiles, create an aura of cards to protect him against attacks, throw them in the air to obstruct vision (illusionism. normal illusionism, as any magician would do) or even infusing them with elemental spells such as shock, fire, ice, light & etc.
Lamia, ofc... lol
The cards are strange to the touch. Some feel cold to the touch, other unusually warm, some give you a tingling sensation, like a weak electric current...
Tarot of Destiny: Each one of the cards from the Major Arcana has its own power. Victor can draw from the power of each card once per day
Tarot of Destiny: Each one of the cards from the Major Arcana has its own power. Victor can draw from the power of each card once per day
0- The Fool: Unnatural Luck or Jinx
1- The Magician: Teleportation
2- The Priestess: Healing or Aura Reading (See other's powers, abilities & etc.)
3- The Empress: Induce Empathy or Apathy
4- The Emperor: Absolute Command (Makes an order given by him extremely hard to ignore)
5- The Hierophant: Manipulate information
6- The Lovers: Relationship Manipulation
7- The Chariot: Enhanced combat, physical strength & aptitude
8- Justice: Virtue Inducement (Ultimate virtue. Even the most proficient liar becomes unable to lie for a brief while & etc.)
9- The Hermit: Awareness (Be aware of anything that affects them for a short while)
10- Fortune: Money
11- Strength: Force Field Generation
12- The Hanged Man: Punishment (inflict pain, be it mental, physical, emotional or etc.)
13- Death: Completely negate or reflect an attack/spell/ability
14- Temperance: Iron Body (for a brief second)
15- The Devil: Fear Inducement
16- The Tower: Destruction (Destroy a building or a structure)
17- The Star: Pacifism manipulation (Those in the area stop any attack or violent action)
18- The Moon: Water/ice Manipulation
19- The Sun: Fire/Heat Manipulation
20- Judgement: Binding
21- The World: Nature Manipulation
1- The Magician: Teleportation
2- The Priestess: Healing or Aura Reading (See other's powers, abilities & etc.)
3- The Empress: Induce Empathy or Apathy
4- The Emperor: Absolute Command (Makes an order given by him extremely hard to ignore)
5- The Hierophant: Manipulate information
6- The Lovers: Relationship Manipulation
7- The Chariot: Enhanced combat, physical strength & aptitude
8- Justice: Virtue Inducement (Ultimate virtue. Even the most proficient liar becomes unable to lie for a brief while & etc.)
9- The Hermit: Awareness (Be aware of anything that affects them for a short while)
10- Fortune: Money
11- Strength: Force Field Generation
12- The Hanged Man: Punishment (inflict pain, be it mental, physical, emotional or etc.)
13- Death: Completely negate or reflect an attack/spell/ability
14- Temperance: Iron Body (for a brief second)
15- The Devil: Fear Inducement
16- The Tower: Destruction (Destroy a building or a structure)
17- The Star: Pacifism manipulation (Those in the area stop any attack or violent action)
18- The Moon: Water/ice Manipulation
19- The Sun: Fire/Heat Manipulation
20- Judgement: Binding
21- The World: Nature Manipulation
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Isis Nasri
Name:Isis
Age: 25
Appearance:Standing at 1,74m, Isis has a shoulder length, blonde hair, and a very delicate and beautiful face. Her body, although slim and limber, is very athletic and strong due to her survival training. While on a mission, she wears a camo suit, designed especially to blend her figure with the forest outside.
Role: Ranger
Companion:
A pure black, female Duvari, bred by her family and trained by her exclusively for the purpose of being a hunting animal. Stronger, faster and more aggressive than normal Duvaris, its certainly a sight to behold.
Personality:Cheerful and easygoing, Isis is a very friendly girl. Its very unlikely for her to get mad or irritated, and she always tries her best to be friends with everyone. While in combat, she is serious and silent, preferring to work with Bastet than other humans. Isis spends a lot of time alone in the wilderness on her missions, so she doesn't particularly feel lonely, especially because she has Bastet with her, but that doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy company. Isis loves a good talk and having people nearby.
Biography: Isis Nasri, born into the very border of the Military district, her entire family always worked as rangers, constantly going to outside the wall on missions. Isis' first time outside of Anselmo was when she was 10, going together with her parents to train and know the wilderness.
As it was expected, she grew extremely accustomed going outside the wall, and often would go there to hunt. When she completed her training, at 17, she was ready to have a Duvari for herself. Choosing a Duvari for the Nasri wasn't something like just choosing a mount. The Duvari they bred were especially bred to be hunters. Bigger, stronger, faster and more aggressive than your usual Duvari. Choosing a Duvari was an important thing. Not only Isis had to choose a Duvari, but the Duvari had to choose her as well, accept her as its companion, as its family. The Nasri saw the Duvari as members of their own family, as their own "pack". After choosing her companion (that would be together with her for the rest of her life), she would go to the wilderness to train together with the Duvari. She would learn together with it how to hunt together, know each other's movements, be able to understand what the other would do and what they expected the other to do. Such method of training was extremely unusual even for the other Anselmo Rangers, but that is what always made the Nasri extremely effective hunters when paired with their Duvaris.
The Nasri family believed that the nature wasn't their enemy, but it wasn't their ally either. Anything that the mother nature does, is in order to keep the balance, to maintain the balance and keep the earth fertile to many life forms. No life was more important than other. If humanity had to be extinct so other races wouldn't, the mother nature would do it gladly. But there was one thing that the mother nature couldn't control. Something alien to it, something that didn't belong there. The Others. They were like viruses, corrupting and affecting the balance of the natural world. They had to be eradicated, for both humanity and the nature's sake.
Skills:
- Wild Hunt: Her expertise in moving in densely vegetated areas make her fast, agile and stealthy. Able to keep up with almost any prey she is chasing or being stealthy enough to approach her prey without it noticing her. Coupled with her tracking skills, her prey can even run, but it cant hide.
- Animal Empathy: Due to the time she spent in the wild, animal behavior is no mystery to her. She is able to calm down wild animals, and even bond with them given enough time.
- Survivalist: Making deadly poisons by using herbs and some animals, healing pastes by using herbs, how to clean an animal, getting its hide and preparing its meat... Her survival knowledge can easily keep her alive in the wild alone for months.
- Member of the Pack: Bastet and Isis know each other very well. Both of them know each other's movements and what each other will do. Hunting as a pair, their movements are extremely synchronized.
Equipment:
- Viper Compound BowSometimes, simple things are better and more reliable than more advanced ones. Arrows, unlike bullets, can be retrieved and crafted if needed, and unlike a weapon, it cannot jam or fail him when she needs it.
This bow has a complex system of pulleys inside its limbs, giving it enough power to penetrate any creature's hide. One drawback is that due to its strength, if used without any protection it will hurt the user's hands. Together with the poisons she prepares using herbs and some poisonous animals on the wild, even if she is hunting a big game and the arrow doesn't kill it, the poison certainly will.
- Jungle Stealth SuitLightweight and resistant, its dark green color and the camo pattern on its cloak makes it especially hard to spot her inside the forest, while at the same time protecting her from the environment and offering her light protection against injury and small animal bites.
- Clawed GlovesGloves made of a thin, flexible but resistant material. Its sharp nails can be used to pierce or cut, serving her as a close ranged weapon and protecting her hand from the bow strings.
- Night/Thermal Vision goggles.
- Poison Vials/Mortar and Pestle: A couple of reinforced vials she uses to store the poisons she uses with her arrows. She also carries a small mortar and pestle, to produce more poisons or even healing pastes if she needs.
Wish: Clean the nature of the corruption which affects it (The Others)
Trauma: After Bastet getting wounded because she made a mistake, Isis sworn to protect her with her own life, as she was certain that Bastet would do the same for her.
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Ekaterine Volkov
"How do you expect me to have fun if you keep saying "no casualties"?"Name: Ekaterine Volkov
Age: 24
Race: Human
Appearance: Yellow eyes, brown, short hair and standing at 1,90m, Ekaterine is a very intimidating woman, her muscular, yet curvy body shows the amount of training that it took to turn her body in a weapon. Don't let the fact that she is a woman fool you, she can hold herself best than many soldiers in a fight, be it with her bare hands or with her signature trench knife. You've better don't even try to flirt with her if you're not prepared to deal with her.
Regarding clothes, Kat's usual "uniform" is composed of red pants, military boots, a black top and a small coat over it and a red, military type beret.
Nation of origin: The Red League.
Personality: Ruthless, reckless, efficient and with obvious sociopathic tendencies, Kat is the type of woman you certainly wouldn't want as your enemy. Killing and even torturing are common things to her. Differently from normal soldiers, who do it because its their duty, she kill by choice. She lives for it. The adrenalin, the sensation of your blood boiling in the battlefield, she always loved it. Ekaterine is a very straightforward person. Differently from what her looks make others think, she actually cares about her team. Between people who know her, she is very lively, loving to drink, party, and especially a good sparring match to help get the blood flowing. But on combat, her cruel and ruthless side shows up, prowling inside the enemy lines and killing them one by one with a grin on her face. Almost like a tiger playing with its prey before killing it.
Biography: Ekaterine was born into the military. Quite literally. Born in an age where the tension between the nations is constant and the threat of war is approaching faster and faster, Ekaterine was trained to be a weapon since she was a kid. Silent and lethal. The Red League always were in a very delicate spot regarding technology. Using a mix of Sovereign and Dominion technology, they were always a step behind of both of the other nations regarding technology.
Differently from their leader, some influent people on the Red League thought that they should start preparing to take arms again. These individuals were certain that the war was unavoidable. And there is a better way to win a war than have a knife pointed at your enemy's throat even before the war begins? As such, a special unit was formed, the Infiltrators. Trained tirelessly to be the eyes and ears of the Red League, their function was venturing behind enemy lines, inside the heart of their cities, gather information and steal their secrets without being noted.
As an Infiltrator, Ekaterine was amongst the very first and best infiltrators trained, but was also one of the most problematic. Ignoring orders and ignoring hierarchy, she used her own means to complete her mission. Although it made her superiors want to kill her, her efficiency was undeniable. But for her superiors, the result wasn't the only thing that mattered, and after some time, she was deemed "unfit" for being on the Infiltrators and was expelled from the force. One of her last missions was going into the Iron Dominion and stealing the schematics to their new rifle, that was being presented. Together with a small unit of 5 other infiltrators, Ekaterine successfully got inside the Iron Dominion territory. Their orders were clear: get in and get out without letting even a strand of your hair behind. The existence of their unit was a secret, even to the own Red League, and only a select few knew of it. The mission was a success, and the Red League had the schematics of the Dominion Subsonic Rifle MKI, which was modified by the Red League's scientists to create the Infiltrator Modular Rifle MKII. But to Kat's surprise, instead of being praised by completing her mission, she was expelled, with the excuse of her being too "volatile" and unfit to be in the infiltrator unit.
Ekaterine was furious with that, but she had nothing to do but accept and quietly get out of the infiltrators. But one thing she wouldn't accept: she was one of the responsible for stealing the schematics, at least she demanded to have the fruit of her efforts. Taking a copy of the new and improved schematic, she took to a gunsmith she knew well, someone that she trusted and could keep his mouth shut. Ironically enough, a common gunsmith was the first one to build the Infiltrator Modular Rifle MKII. The rifle that should be a complete secret now was in the hands of a common gunsmith. Unemployed and without anywhere to go, Ekaterine did what she knew best to survive and earn money. She became a Bounty Hunter/mercenary. At first, she worked solo, but during one of her contracts, she met a person, which would later become her partner.
Just another job. Nothing fancy. She was indeed getting paid, but what really moved Ekaterine was the killing. What could she say? She was born with a weapon in her hands. Its only natural that one gets a certain taste for killing after doing it for so long. The target? An Elf named Tanoui. She didn't care about him, what he had done or who he was. He was a target, he was her prey, and she was ready to pounce on him. The streets bellow were dark and empty, the Elf's mansion lighting up the horizon. It was almost ridiculously bright. Using the rooftops to make her approach, Ekaterine quickly dropped the two front guards using her rifle. The only sound that could be heard was the thump of their lifeless bodies falling on the ground. Getting inside was easy, almost too easy. She wondered if she really needed to kill both of the guards, as it was impossible they would notice her jumping on the mansion's roof and getting inside using the windows... The red mist that got out of their heads after the heavy bullet hit them straight between the eyes was beautiful. The red and the pink contrasting against the artificial lights... Yes, it was worth it.
Already inside, she was ready to have some fun with the poor Elf. On her hand, the wicked trench knife that was her signature weapon reflected the light from the lamps, she wouldn't kill him straight away without first satiating her bloodthirst. That was until the howling wind alarmed the paranoid Elf.
"Damn wind... " she muttered to herself, quickly hiding behind a sculpture on the corner of the room. A few meters away from her, she spotted a peculiar sillhouette. Was it... a man wielding two swords? Who the hell he was and what he was doing there? With an agile and silent movement, she moved near the man, wielding her knife and pointing to his throat.
"Who the fuck are you?" Ekaterine asked, menacingly.
"I don't know who you are, but i won't let someone who interrupted my hunt go away that easily." she said with a grin, doing a cartwheel and kicking his sword away from her, throwing a punch directly to his face. The vision of the sharp spikes coming directly on his direction and her wicked smile wasn't something pleasant to look at. He could easily see that Ekaterine wasn't trying to kill him with one strike, instead she was trying to hurt him. To inflict as much pain as she could, before killing him.
His ridiculously fast reflexes got Ekaterine by surprise as he dodged her punch. Any normal human couldn't have possibly dodged that, yet he did and even used the same momentum to strike her with his second sword. Bending her torso back on the last second, still surprised with his reflexes, the sword would miss her by millimeters, only if he had continued the swing. The next thing she saw when she sprung back up, ready to attack him again was the bust which was behind them flying to the ground, breaking in a million pieces in a thunderous sound. "Shit..." she said with her eyes wide open, sheathing the big curved knife in a very fast movement and getting her rifle, aiming a shot at the Elf. Just as she was almost pulling the trigger, the guards shot at her direction, missing her face by millimeters, cutting her cheek.
"Hey, whoever you are, be a kind guy and be my meat shield will ya? If he runs now we wont be able to get him again." she said, trying to line up a shot on the elf, who was taking cover on the other side of a couch, shooting at their direction with a pistol.
"Just distract the guards. That couch is practically a sheet of paper to this gun." She said as he complained, telling her to stand out of his way.
"I still don't like you, but we need each other now! Make your shots count or I'm going to kill you!" The man said, grabbing his pistol
"Don't worry. I'll need only one bullet." she sad with a grin, loading a normal, non subsonic round on her rifle. Using the remnants of the pilar where the bust was on, she used the underbarrel stand to steady her aim. As she pulled the trigger, the heavy recoil made the silver spike at the end of the stand make a hole on the marble pilar. The loud shot echoed in the room, as loud as a small explosion, making an obscenely large hole in the couch that the Elf was taking cover on, hitting the elf and painting the wall behind red with his blood. It was ironic that the same gun that made literally no sound when shooting before had just fired that shot.
"Armor penetrating bullets." she whispered to herself, smiling as the blood dripped down the wall.
"I don't think its a good idea to look behind that couch." she yelled over the sound of the bullets hitting the marble pillar as she quickly took cover behind it, mocking the guards.
"Hey, meat shield, try keep up." Ekaterine said, looking to Ariah as she lunged towards the big window, jumping and using the iron support to throw herself up, falling on the roof of the mansion. "Damn that was quite messy... But I have to admit, it was fun." she said as she jumped towards the other building, using the steel pipes and windows to climb it like it was nothing.
A few seconds later, Ekaterine looked back, only to see the man following her.
A few minutes later, already far away from the mansion, both of them stopped to regain their breath after all that.
"Look... You're out of your damn mind. But I'll admit... That was pretty awesome." he said, panting.
"Do you think i do it only for the money?" she asked, still with a smile on her face.
"If you weren't there, it would be way easier... The guards were so focused on "securing the perimeter" that they wouldn't notice me just behind them. Slowly killing their boss. A quick stab under his windpipe, and then just wait until he bleeds out, unable to cry for help." she said, unsheathing her knife and using it to take out a shard of glass that was buried in her thighs, revealing a very muscular, yet curvy body.
Obviously, Ariah would have noticed that Ekaterine was a cruel and sadistic person by now.
"Ekaterine Volkov." She said, extending her hand, still dirty with some of her own blood to Ariah.
"You're crazy, reckless, and probably insane, but I can deal with that. Name's Ariah Lusias."
"You may not be in it for the money, but there's a bounty on that man we just killed and I think you're entitled to some of it." The man replied, shaking her hand.
"I said i don't do it only for the money. I still need it to buy ammo and other things..." she said with a grin.
"Anyways, next time we should at least coordinate it better, don't you think?" she said, making an offer for them to work together.
"Oh, and don't worry. If i was hunting seriously, and if someone didn't interrupt me, my target would be dead before hearing or seeing anything." she said with a playful wink.
"So, what do you say? Predators usually work better in a pack..."
Already inside, she was ready to have some fun with the poor Elf. On her hand, the wicked trench knife that was her signature weapon reflected the light from the lamps, she wouldn't kill him straight away without first satiating her bloodthirst. That was until the howling wind alarmed the paranoid Elf.
"Damn wind... " she muttered to herself, quickly hiding behind a sculpture on the corner of the room. A few meters away from her, she spotted a peculiar sillhouette. Was it... a man wielding two swords? Who the hell he was and what he was doing there? With an agile and silent movement, she moved near the man, wielding her knife and pointing to his throat.
"Who the fuck are you?" Ekaterine asked, menacingly.
"I don't know who you are, but i won't let someone who interrupted my hunt go away that easily." she said with a grin, doing a cartwheel and kicking his sword away from her, throwing a punch directly to his face. The vision of the sharp spikes coming directly on his direction and her wicked smile wasn't something pleasant to look at. He could easily see that Ekaterine wasn't trying to kill him with one strike, instead she was trying to hurt him. To inflict as much pain as she could, before killing him.
His ridiculously fast reflexes got Ekaterine by surprise as he dodged her punch. Any normal human couldn't have possibly dodged that, yet he did and even used the same momentum to strike her with his second sword. Bending her torso back on the last second, still surprised with his reflexes, the sword would miss her by millimeters, only if he had continued the swing. The next thing she saw when she sprung back up, ready to attack him again was the bust which was behind them flying to the ground, breaking in a million pieces in a thunderous sound. "Shit..." she said with her eyes wide open, sheathing the big curved knife in a very fast movement and getting her rifle, aiming a shot at the Elf. Just as she was almost pulling the trigger, the guards shot at her direction, missing her face by millimeters, cutting her cheek.
"Hey, whoever you are, be a kind guy and be my meat shield will ya? If he runs now we wont be able to get him again." she said, trying to line up a shot on the elf, who was taking cover on the other side of a couch, shooting at their direction with a pistol.
"Just distract the guards. That couch is practically a sheet of paper to this gun." She said as he complained, telling her to stand out of his way.
"I still don't like you, but we need each other now! Make your shots count or I'm going to kill you!" The man said, grabbing his pistol
"Don't worry. I'll need only one bullet." she sad with a grin, loading a normal, non subsonic round on her rifle. Using the remnants of the pilar where the bust was on, she used the underbarrel stand to steady her aim. As she pulled the trigger, the heavy recoil made the silver spike at the end of the stand make a hole on the marble pilar. The loud shot echoed in the room, as loud as a small explosion, making an obscenely large hole in the couch that the Elf was taking cover on, hitting the elf and painting the wall behind red with his blood. It was ironic that the same gun that made literally no sound when shooting before had just fired that shot.
"Armor penetrating bullets." she whispered to herself, smiling as the blood dripped down the wall.
"I don't think its a good idea to look behind that couch." she yelled over the sound of the bullets hitting the marble pillar as she quickly took cover behind it, mocking the guards.
"Hey, meat shield, try keep up." Ekaterine said, looking to Ariah as she lunged towards the big window, jumping and using the iron support to throw herself up, falling on the roof of the mansion. "Damn that was quite messy... But I have to admit, it was fun." she said as she jumped towards the other building, using the steel pipes and windows to climb it like it was nothing.
A few seconds later, Ekaterine looked back, only to see the man following her.
A few minutes later, already far away from the mansion, both of them stopped to regain their breath after all that.
"Look... You're out of your damn mind. But I'll admit... That was pretty awesome." he said, panting.
"Do you think i do it only for the money?" she asked, still with a smile on her face.
"If you weren't there, it would be way easier... The guards were so focused on "securing the perimeter" that they wouldn't notice me just behind them. Slowly killing their boss. A quick stab under his windpipe, and then just wait until he bleeds out, unable to cry for help." she said, unsheathing her knife and using it to take out a shard of glass that was buried in her thighs, revealing a very muscular, yet curvy body.
Obviously, Ariah would have noticed that Ekaterine was a cruel and sadistic person by now.
"Ekaterine Volkov." She said, extending her hand, still dirty with some of her own blood to Ariah.
"You're crazy, reckless, and probably insane, but I can deal with that. Name's Ariah Lusias."
"You may not be in it for the money, but there's a bounty on that man we just killed and I think you're entitled to some of it." The man replied, shaking her hand.
"I said i don't do it only for the money. I still need it to buy ammo and other things..." she said with a grin.
"Anyways, next time we should at least coordinate it better, don't you think?" she said, making an offer for them to work together.
"Oh, and don't worry. If i was hunting seriously, and if someone didn't interrupt me, my target would be dead before hearing or seeing anything." she said with a playful wink.
"So, what do you say? Predators usually work better in a pack..."
Skills:
- Prowl: Kat is extremely silent and able to move around quickly and easily. Her flexible, strong and trained body coupled with her parkour techniques (fruit of growing up on the Red League's suburbs) make her very hard to be spotted or caught.
- Lethal Precision: Be it either with her trench knife, her throwing knives, her unique rifle or even bare handed, Kat always aims for weak points, quickly and silently killing her target or inflicting as much pain without killing it.
- Guerilla Tactics: Working alone means that Ekaterine has no one to slow her down, but she also has no one to count on if things go bad. Improvising new strategies and plans on the fly is something essential to keep herself alive.
- Predator: Fruit of years of brutal and constant training, her body is in the peak of its physical condition. Fast, agile and lethal, running away from her isn't an option, and even if her prey does, its almost impossible for a normal human to shake her off. If by some chance her target is faster than her, she can easily track her target, changing her course to intercept it or lead him to a dead end.
Weaknesses:
- Bloodthirsty: "No killing" is a word that isn't on Kat's dictionary. If she cant kill, she will at least inflict as much pain as she can without killing her target.
- Specialized Weaponry: Her rifle uses a very special caliber. Using a heavier caliber than normal rifles, both the subsonic and the normal ammo are extremely hard to find outside of the Iron Dominion.
- Talk less, Act more: Ekaterine doesn't have patience for diplomacy and political discussions.
Equipment:
- Infiltrator's Modular Rifle MKIIA rifle that was originally captured from the Iron Dominion, and modified by the Red League. Its design is marked by the efficient and beautiful ironwork that the Iron Dominion is famous for. It uses specially produced ammo, making it a rather expensive rifle to maintain. Differently from its predecessor, the Dominion Subsonic Rifle MKI (which was originally developed by the Iron League), it can use either subsonic or normal ammo. That change was made when the army realized that the scouts and infiltrators needed a more flexible rifle. Capable of either lethal, completely silent shots using subsonic ammo, and powerful, penetrating shots using normal ammo. The gun was designed to use subsonic rounds, that's why it uses a caliber far heavier than normal hunting rifles would. By using normal, non subsonic ammo, the rifle has the same range of a hunting rifle, but the sound it makes is very loud, distinct and the kick makes it almost impossible to shoot it without deploying the folding stand, fixing it on a stable surface.
- Custom Trench Knife: Bites hard and deep. Its dented, curved edge makes gruesome wounds, and the sharp spikes on the knuckles... In all senses, its a terrifying knife. You wouldn't want to be on the wrong end of it.
- Throwing Knives: Regular, weighted throwing knives. Nothing fancy.
Other:
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Amaya Ito
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: Black, long and messy hair, a lean, strong and flexible body. Amaya always wears light, comfortable clothes which allow her to move freely, usually the less the better. Standing at only 1,55m high, Amaya has a quite delicate and fragile appearance, often passing the feeling of being completely harmless, a facade which fools most of those who doesn't know her well. Upon close inspection, one is able to see that her apparent fragile body is not that fragile. Her powerful and flexible muscles are only attainable with an incredible amount of training and dedication.
One of the most striking aspects of her appearance are her eyes. Her yellow, mysterious eyes have an unique charm to them. Their mysterious nature reflects her unpredictable behavior, being very alluring and attractive, but at the same time, a bittersweet mix of both beauty and danger.
Title: The Feline Trickster
Manifestation Type: Auspice
Manifestation Ability: "Feline Trickster"
"The trickster, the riddler, the keeper of balance, he of the many faces who finds life in death and who fears no evil; he who walks through doors."
― Christopher Paolini, in Brisingr (2008)
"Little one, I would like to see anyone — prophet, king or God — persuade a thousand cats to do anything at the same time."
― A cynical cat, in Sandman #18: "A Dream of a Thousand Cats"
Although her manifestation seems to be incredibly simple and rather unimpressive, its much more than it meets the eye. Even with such simple powers, she mocks powerful beings, ignore rules and orders, doing whatever she wants with practically complete and total impunity, almost like she is cheating even fate itself. No locks are complex enough to keep her out, no rope or chain are enough to keep her restrained, her power is the very definition of a wild card.
Her manifestation fits incredibly well with her unusual quirks (her cat-like mannerisms & etc.), being almost like a second nature to her.
Tail, cat ears and sharp claws give her an almost unnatural balance and awareness. By using her claws and her free running skills, she feels at home in a city with all the alleys, buildings & etc. Although incredibly useful to aid her in her parkour skills, her sharp claws aren't just for show. Coupled with sharp teeth, they can inflict quite the damage.
Cheater, joker, wild card, thief, agile, silent, the title "Feline Trickster" embodies all those and much more, fitting Amaya incredibly well.
Unnatural Luck: Aside from the other aspects of her manifestation (heightened senses, agility, dexterity & etc.) there is one more aspect which Amaya doesn't understand very well, only knowing that its certainly not natural.
Luck has never failed her. She has escaped many difficult situations only relying in her unnatural luck.
On situations where Amaya isn't able to escape relying solely on her abilities, she will often be able to escape relying solely on luck alone.
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- Name Corinna Mallory
- Nicknames 'Rinna'
- Gender Female
- Sexuality Hetero
- Alias N/A
- Age 67
- Apparent Age 20
- Race Licentia
- Sub-Race Mutation, Nightwalker strain
Appearance:
A beautiful and delicate pale skin, long black hair, crimson eyes a pair of beautiful amethyst, long gloves made of silk, a delicate, black neck bow coupled with simple, yet beautiful black dresses give Corinna an exquisite appearance. Her fragile and delicate face, coupled with the simple, but elegant dresses she wear give her an noble, lady-like appearance. But at the same time, something feels off about her. An ominous aura surrounds her. Maybe its how she moves, with a calculated, deadly elegance, or maybe is her eyes, her tranquil, yet deep, crimson red eyes which appear to hide something behind that peaceful façade.
But that is also part of her charm. The words which can best describe her are: Dangerously Alluring.
Unlike other Nightwalkers, she has a 'true form', and cannot hide certain aspects of her true appearance, such as sharp, venomous fangs on her mouth and the hard and sharp exoskeleton covering her arms and hands. That's the reason why she always wear long, silk gloves on public. Her true form is not that different from her usual self, consisting in eight black arachnid legs coming out of her back.
Personality:
Corinna is, most of the time, a perfect lady. Polite, cultured, charming, intelligent, confident. She uses her looks to her advantage, without being vulgar. She is a wonderful person to have nearby. Her careful choice of words make sure that the one she has her eyes upon will get closer to her.
But when she is alone with her 'target', things change. She gets more direct, straightforward and more 'aggressive'.
History:
"As you enter the Victorian style mansion, you are greeted by a beautiful woman. With a delicate white skin, as white as the snow, beautiful and alluring crimson red eyes and wearing a wonderful black dress, the very same lady who spent almost the entire evening talking with you the other day. She was attractive, polite, intelligent... A perfect lady.
She smiles at you, with a kind expression, and invites you to get in. As she guides you inside the mansion, you can see how beautiful it is. Decorated in a Victorian era style, with beautiful red curtains & etc. it feels almost... Out of time, in the middle of the big city. Before the dinner, she cordially invites you to dance. How could you say no to her? The way she was looking at you, the very discreet hints she gave to you, the way she talked, moved... You had already fallen for her.
She gently grabs your hand, taking you through a long hallway. As you two arrive on a big open hall, she walks to the middle of the room, almost gliding through the room, with graceful movements. The room is very beautifully decorated, but it had an eerie feeling to it. The room is surrounded by mannequins, sitting in chairs, perfectly ordered in pairs. A male and a female. The males wore elegant, black suits, the females, beautiful white dresses, all of them wearing masks, almost like in a masquerade. It was beautiful, but somehow, slightly unsettling.
A soft, calming waltz start to play. She looks at you, with a suggestive smile, extending her hand to you. You slowly reach her, taking her hand, a little bit uncertain. She giggles in return, putting your hand on her waist, and getting really close to you. The second you get a tighter hold on her waist, she smiles, and start dancing with you. She looked almost like a completely different person from the night before. She was more... aggressive with her advances, more straightforward. Not that you disliked that, of course, but it was radically different from the night before. And it wasn't the only thing. You didn't know why, but that eerie feeling was still there, now even stronger than before.
The music starts to get faster and darker as she tightens her grasp around you, a bit too strong to be comfortable. Something is wrong... terribly wrong, but its too late to do anything about it. It doesn't matter how much you try, you simply can't get away from her. At the same moment, the mannequins get up, all at once, and start to dance around you. Their lifeless, blank faces dancing a macabre waltz, almost like they are mocking you.
You were so focused on her, on the mannequins and your own panic that you didn't perceive one thing. Eight, black and terribly sharp arachnid legs coming out of her back. They moved around with a deadly grace. Now that you focused on them a little better, you could see, thin strands of silk manipulating the mannequins as they danced, in their macabre, lifeless waltz. She looks at you, licking her lips, showing two sharp fangs on her mouth. The spider legs getting out of her back touching the silk lines with an almost hypnotic grace, almost like it was playing a harp. The music suddenly comes to a halt.
All the mannequins immediately stop dancing, looking straight at you, all of them in a 'broken' pose, their necks turning in impossible angles, their bodies contorted as they turn to look at you as you try, uselessly, to free yourself from her deadly grasp. She opens her mouth, her terrifying fangs were reflecting the lights from the ballroom... A sharp wave of pain runs through your body, you feel your veins burning due to her bite, causing an agonizing pain. Seconds later, which seemed like hours, you strangely stop feeling any pain, instead, feeling a strange numbness, calmness and pleasure. Even with your brain screaming in panic, you don't have the strength, nor the wish to fight against her anymore...
As your senses become duller, and your body relaxed, the music starts playing again, getting lower and lower as you drift out of consciousness. The mannequins start to dance again, heading to the chairs they came from. One by one, the pairs stop dancing, falling on the chair behind them, as lifeless as they were before. The very moment the last of them sits down, you fall down, unconscious."
"Stop with the horror tales, Lewis! You know I don't like you frightening my clients!" The barman said, waving his hand to the old man, which had attracted a small crowd around him. Their eyes were glued on him, carefully hearing his story.
"It is not a tale, I tell you!! I met her myself! I don't know how, but I escaped alive from there! I even have a scar on my neck, see?" Lewis said, showing a bite mark near his neck.
"Yeah yeah, Surely you must have been terribly drunk to try to dance with a spider or some other wild animal..."
"He is a good storyteller, everyone. He could even tell you the story of a flying elephant and make you think its true. This night I'll make an exception and give you all one glass of our finest wine. On the house, of course." The barman said, with a smile.
Sure... Old Lewis' stories were very good, but this one... The details, the way he talked... It sounded too real, even for him...
"Nah... Its just a story..." The barman said, shaking his head.
Belongings/Equipment:
- A smartphone: A completely normal, modern smartphone.
Capabilities/Traits:
- Lady of the Masks: Lies, charm, deceit, seduction, manipulation... Corinna is very experienced in using her appearance and changing her personality according to the current situation, in order to attain the best result possible.
- Fickle Obsession: The reason behind Corinna's little 'games'. Inconstant like a candle's fickle flame, but at the same time, intense like a wildfire. She plays with others' emotions, treating them like toys, until she gets bored or... until they break
- Venomous Bite: Corinna is able to inject a powerful venom on her preys. It can be either a deadly one, or a tranquilizing venom.
- Arachnid: Thick, sharp exoskeleton capable of easily cutting through flesh, poisonous fangs, web generation, dexterous and agile movements, heightened senses... She can be a very dangerous opponent, but the same traits that make her dangerous can be hints of what she truly is.
- Deadly Silk: With an average toughness of 350 MJ/m3 and even going up to 520 MJ/m depending on the type of silk, it is roughly over ten times tougher than a similarly-sized piece of Kevlar. Her silk has a multitude of uses, ranging from making traps and ambushes to trap or even cut her target to using them to perceive vibrations on the air (due to its low density), essentially making her able to 'hear' and perceive others if she is in a place where she already set up her web.
- Vis Predation: Like all Licentia, Corinna consumes Vis from other living animals. Although she is able to sustain herself with vis infused meat, or fresh meat, she enjoys having a small taste of other types of meat and blood when she can.
- Corinna's body is more focused towards physical abilities, so she is not that well versed in magical or technological abilities, saving for some small tricks.
- Predator's Cloak: Corinna is still able to use shadow magic, although to a minor extent. Being unable to Shadow Walk, due to her physical form not being as close to the essence of darkness as normal Nightwalkers, she is still able to manipulate it. Although its not exactly invisibility, as she basically uses her imperfect shapeshifting ability and lesser shadow magic to emulate her surroundings, 'melding' with the environment.
- Imperfect Shapeshifting: Her unique physiology, even for nightwalkers, give her some interesting abilities. Unlike other Nightwalkers, she cannot change certain aspects of her appearance, like her arms, her fangs... Her shapeshifting ability is restricted to camouflage and hiding her arachnid legs.
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Naeemah Meskhenet
"He is the only thing that keeps me going. Whether he is in the good side or in the bad side, i will be with him. Even if I need to hold back my own anger."
FULL NAME
Naeemah Meskhenet
SUPER NAME
Viper
REVENGE OR JUSTICE
Justice
AGE
29
GENDER
Female
REPUTATION
Naeemah was a genius biologist, specializing herself in ophiology. She dedicated her entire life studying these fantastic animals, their predatory habits, their venoms and toxins... While not extremely well known, mostly due to her young age, some of the most experienced biologists know her name very well and admire her due to her intellect.
HEIGHT
1,80m (before mutation. After the mutation her height can vary depending on how high she stands on her tail.
WEIGHT
Around 180Kg
APPEARANCE
Her Egyptian lineage is very evident, thanks to her slightly tanned skin, a beautiful black, straight hair. Her beautiful face very often make others think about the old Egyptian queens, due to the delicate traces and exquisite beauty. The clothes and the jewelry she wears further contribute to this "old Egypt" appearance.
Her body although limber and flexible (much more than a normal human, thanks to the mutation) hide powerful muscles, especially on the hips, abdomen and her tail. Due to the serum, her lower half has completely mutated into a snake tail, she has a pair of long, venomous fangs which are hidden inside her mouth, which become very noticeable if she opens it too wide (akin to a snake's fangs and how they fold themselves).
Her body although limber and flexible (much more than a normal human, thanks to the mutation) hide powerful muscles, especially on the hips, abdomen and her tail. Due to the serum, her lower half has completely mutated into a snake tail, she has a pair of long, venomous fangs which are hidden inside her mouth, which become very noticeable if she opens it too wide (akin to a snake's fangs and how they fold themselves).
POSITIVE TRAITS
- Patient and calculist: Naeemah can be very patient and calculist when she wants to be. This trait was particularly effective in her training, given the creature she has chosen.
- Intelligence and Logic: Naeemah's ability to assess a situation, analyze it, quickly and calmly come to a solution to it is very evident.
- Alert: Naeemah has a very good situational awareness, which was further developed thanks to her training.
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- Possessive and Territorial: Naeemah is very possessive and territorial, especially regarding her room, her things and her lover.
- Deceitful and Scheming: She can and will sometimes try to manipulate others to get what she wants.
- Vengeful: Naeemah can hold a grudge for a very long time, and will only rest when she have her vengeance.
QUIRKS
- Skin shedding: Naeemah is very sensitive about who sees her when she is changing her skin. If someone sees her in that state, she will get very irritated.
- Personal Space: Naeemah is very particular about her personal space, but she tends to not respect others' that much.
- Not Exactly a Hero: Naeemah is not a hero per se. She has not the incorruptible sense of ethics that some others has. Instead, she literally does whatever she feels like. The only thing that holds her on the justice side is her loved one.
ANIMAL
Snakes
POWERS
- Ophidian Physiology: Flexible jaw, snake lower body (capable climbing on some surfaces as long as there is some type of crevice or imperfections, but she can only run as fast as a human can), cold blooded, scales, Jacobson's organs (Enhanced sense of smell by using her forked tongue).
- Ophidic Weapons: Extremely venomous bite (the toxin contains both neurotoxins and blood coagulants) and constriction (by coiling around her prey, Naeemah can constrict it to break its bones, stop it from breathing and even kill it.)
- Ambush Predator: Naeemah is not a predator which chases her prey, as her speed is the same as a regular human, but an ambush predator. Silently moving through vegetation, shadows, rubble or anywhere she can hide, she will patiently wait for her prey before strike it.
- Pit Organs: Three small holes on each side of her nose, going from near her eyes to the base of her nose. These small dots are protected by a membrane and are basically the same pit organs found on snakes. Behind this membrane, there is an air-filled chamber that provides air contact on either side of the membrane. The pit membrane is highly vascular and heavily innervated with numerous heat-sensitive receptors, literally making her able to sense infrared thermal radiation.
WEAKNESSES
- Ectothermic: Cold is Naeemah's worst enemy. It can affect her body in a variety of ways ranging from either make her slow and lethargic on most brand situations, make her hibernate on most serious situations or even literally freeze her blood on most extreme situations.
- Skin Shedding: Naeemah needs to change her skin once every two days. Normally, it would be painless and only once per month, but due to the skin cancer she needs to do it once every two days, and its a very painful process.
- Eyesight: Naeemah cannot see colors, instead only seeing in black and white.
- Sense of Taste: Due to her physiology, Naeemah doesn't have a sense of taste.
CARCINOGENIC QUALITIES
- Thin Blood.
- Painful Skin Shedding.
- Unstable Scales Pigmentation.
The cancer affected Naeemah mostly on her skin and blood. Skin shedding, is very painful and tiring to her due to the pain it causes. Due to the cancer, her blood is rather thin, making it very difficult to staunch a wound (she needs to take a medication every single morning in order to allow her blood to clot normally, otherwise if she cuts herself, she will bleed until the wound is sealed. One more effect from the skin cancer is her scales' pigmentation. Every single time she changes her skin, the patterns on her scales change (due to the painful process).
SURVIVAL RATE
Her cancer is currently at stage IB: The 5-year survival rate is around 92%. The 10-year survival is around 86%.
FEARS
- Losing Todd: She knows that it will happen someday, but she tends to not think about it. She becomes extremely aggressive when someone hurts him.
- Cold: Due to her cold blooded nature, she is extremely afraid of dying from it.
- Her future: She still has some hopes that the Maximation will find a cure, a solution for their flawed serums, but the thought that their future together is doomed still haunts her mind.
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE?
Just be together with the one who she loves. Its all she wants.
HISTORY
Naeemah was born in a wealthy and recognized family, said to have the same blood that ran through the veins of the queens and pharaohs of the old Egypt. As such, it is not a surprise that it was a very rigid family. Being the only daughter amongst two brothers, Naeemah was raised with the best that the money could buy. The best tutors, the best schools, the best clothes... If it was any other kid, it would probably have turned into a spoiled brat, but Naeemah always was a peculiar child. Her sharp tongue and quick wit ensured that she always got what she wanted. People who knew her often said that she had an infamously venomous tongue.
After she graduated herself, She choose to be a biologist, specializing herself in ophiology. Nobody knew why, but she always loved snakes. Loved to study them, their toxins, their predatory habits, their physiology... She believed that some of the natural capabilities that they had could be used to enhance the human body.
After using this theory to write her thesis, she graduated herself with perfect grades. Her text and theories reached the ears and eyes of important scientists very fast. After that, her importance and fame as a researcher only grew even faster.
That was until she discovered the project HYBRID. As an ophiologist, it was only natural for her to want to enter in the project. But once inside, she lost everything.
The serum was incomplete, faulty. Together with the mutations, it also gave her cancer. Upon knowing that, her world fell apart. She had just lost everything. Depressed and filled with hate, Naeemah could only think in vengeance, she wanted the ones who injected her with that serum to suffer the same thing she was suffering.
People usually say that when you reach rock bottom, you can only look up, and if you look up you will see light. That was what happened with Naeemah. The name of this light was Todd Buchanan. His sense of humour, his joviality helped her to overcome the depression. She saw in him someone who could support her, someone who was going through the exact same thing, but she also saw that under the jokes, under all the apparent joviality, he was not happy. Todd took her out of depression, and now, Naeemah thought that it was her responsibility to help him be happy. Even if their opinions were different, Todd believing in justice and Naeemah believing in revenge, the feelings between them grew stronger with each day that passed. The love that they had for each other was the only thing that kept both of them afloat. Even with her days counted, Naeemah choose to dedicate the rest of her days to be with her true love.
After she graduated herself, She choose to be a biologist, specializing herself in ophiology. Nobody knew why, but she always loved snakes. Loved to study them, their toxins, their predatory habits, their physiology... She believed that some of the natural capabilities that they had could be used to enhance the human body.
After using this theory to write her thesis, she graduated herself with perfect grades. Her text and theories reached the ears and eyes of important scientists very fast. After that, her importance and fame as a researcher only grew even faster.
That was until she discovered the project HYBRID. As an ophiologist, it was only natural for her to want to enter in the project. But once inside, she lost everything.
The serum was incomplete, faulty. Together with the mutations, it also gave her cancer. Upon knowing that, her world fell apart. She had just lost everything. Depressed and filled with hate, Naeemah could only think in vengeance, she wanted the ones who injected her with that serum to suffer the same thing she was suffering.
People usually say that when you reach rock bottom, you can only look up, and if you look up you will see light. That was what happened with Naeemah. The name of this light was Todd Buchanan. His sense of humour, his joviality helped her to overcome the depression. She saw in him someone who could support her, someone who was going through the exact same thing, but she also saw that under the jokes, under all the apparent joviality, he was not happy. Todd took her out of depression, and now, Naeemah thought that it was her responsibility to help him be happy. Even if their opinions were different, Todd believing in justice and Naeemah believing in revenge, the feelings between them grew stronger with each day that passed. The love that they had for each other was the only thing that kept both of them afloat. Even with her days counted, Naeemah choose to dedicate the rest of her days to be with her true love.
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Aimée Bellerose
B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N
Name: Aimée Bellerose
Nickname: "Lala" (from Romani lala "ruby; red; fiery")
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5'56"
Weight: 117 lbs
D E T A I L E D I N F O R M A T I O N
Appearance: Aimée, or as she is commonly known "Lala" is a beautiful woman. An impeccably white skin, long legs that often attract the gazes of men and a beautiful red make her look almost like a porcelain doll. But looks can be deceiving, and on Aimée`s
case, this couldn't be more accurate. Her fragile looks hide powerful and flexible muscles, thanks to being raised as a dancer and acrobat.
Experienced eyes may see behind her apparent fragility, but for most people she is just a delicate and beautiful rose.
case, this couldn't be more accurate. Her fragile looks hide powerful and flexible muscles, thanks to being raised as a dancer and acrobat.
Experienced eyes may see behind her apparent fragility, but for most people she is just a delicate and beautiful rose.
O C C U P A T I O N A L A N D F I G H T I N G A B I L I T I E S
Occupation: Travelling dancer/acrobat
Equipment:
- A very unique weapon that resembles the decorated hoops she used in her dances, it uses beautiful and very complex circular movements, using the dancer's own body to give the weapon more momentum, its a very unpredictable weapon, and can be very tricky to defend. On the other hand, the nature of this weapon is so dangerous that it could literally mean dismemberment or death if used by those who don't have enough skill. She usually carries it wrapped in a red silk cloth to disguise it as only a common hoop she uses to dance.
- A small money bag she keeps hidden in her clothes keeping most of her money and any other small, valuable object (like soul stones) she finds.
- Small leather sleeping bag. Used as a backpack by her to carry her things around, when needed she unrolls it to sleep (although she hates sleeping on the ground)
Fighting Style:
- Unarmed: Kicks mixed with acrobatic movements.
- Armed: Unique style using her signature weapon, it uses complex circular movements making use of her entire body.
P E R S O N A L
Hobbies/Pastimes: Travelling, dancing/performing, reading, sightseeing & etc.
Talents/Skills:
- By changing her stance, she is able to support her allies with dances. Her attacks are weaker while dancing as she needs to respect the rhythm and flow of the given dance even when attacking. While she retain most of her mobility, any other sudden movement that forces her to break the rhythm of said dance will break the stanza and its effects will stop, since they are only active while she is performing.
These dances can be either beneficial to her allies or detrimental to her enemies (although only one dance can be performed at a given time)Bravura & Allegro – A set of animated and lively dances that bolster friendly units morale, invigorating them.
Tragedia & Terore – A set of darker, more chaotic dances which can demoralize enemies, causing fear, insecurity and intimidating them. - Fortissimo – Using her entire body's weight and mass to build her weapon's momentum, it can deal very devastating attacks without compromising her agility. Her enemies often get surprised by the force behind her agile and fast attacks. Additionally, due to the nature of her weapon, she must use her entire body to wield it and as such cannot carry a shield, an off-hand weapon, wear any kind of armor (even boiled leather will weight her down).
- Crescendo – The unique circular motions needed to wield the weapon make it easier for her to parry or redirect incoming attacks.
- Accelerando – Her graceful movements hide powerful and flexible muscles which make her capable of performing very impressive acrobatic moves, giving her an uncanny agility and flexibility. Her complete lack of armor also contribute to this, making her a very difficult target to hit.
- Dal Niente, Al Niente With her mobility, enemy positions on the battlefield means nothing, as she can use her speed, dancing movements and footwork in a battle situation to confound her enemies, making them unable to predict where she will go or from where she will attack.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Aimée is very cheerful and happy. When there is a party, its almost certain she will be there dancing and being the center of attentions. At the same time, "Lala", how most people who know her by her performances, enjoys reading and unlike many people would think, is actually very intelligent and smart.
Unlike her appearance, she is very independent and has strong opinions, definitely knows how to take care of her own and has a fiery temper. She may be a beautiful rose, but surely this rose has many thorns.
Unlike her appearance, she is very independent and has strong opinions, definitely knows how to take care of her own and has a fiery temper. She may be a beautiful rose, but surely this rose has many thorns.
B I O G R A P H Y
Born and raised in a well known and very traditional itinerant troupe, the Bellerose, Aimée is used to never staying in one city for too long, she has been travelling her entire life. The more well known troupes can live very well, even without receiving too much money, as their presence in a town is always noted. Barons and important nobleman would always ask for them to present themselves at their properties, giving them food, shelter and presents. Some of the most traditional troupes (just like the Bellerose) prefer to receive presents as a payment rather than money as they don't give money too much value.
"Bellerose" is the name that the members from the troupe adopted as their own. They treat each other just like family, which they basically are. Most of the first members, which formed the troupe, had no surnames or made the choice of leaving them behind. As the time went on, they became a family with actual blood ties. With the Bellerose troupe created, many of their members developed romantic interests for one another, due to living together, acting like a family & etc. As a result, many of them married and had kids with members of the own troupe.
Being raised by actors, acrobats, dancers and storytellers Aimée was taught all those subjects, from acting to how to tell an interesting story and keep the people interested about it and of course, how to defend herself. Receiving the nickname "Lala" due to her fiery red hair and equally fiery temper, Lala grown and turned into a beautiful woman. Her agile and flexible body made her a perfect dancer and acrobat. Agile and gracious, she quickly became known. Her beauty and technique enchanted both men and women who watched her. She had the talent of brightening the mood of everyone with her dances. Nobody knew why, but her dances always had an unusual influence on people nearby. Some claim to have seem a weird birthmark faintly glowing under her clothes while she danced, but nobody knows for certain.
When Aimée turned 18, she decided to open her wings. She wanted to travel alone, have her own experiences, learn new things. Most of the young Belleroses did that, it was almost a tradition to go on their own journey when they turned 18 and after the troupe recognizing they were ready, that they had learned everything they could with them. Some spent some years travelling then went back to living with the troupe when they felt ready, others spent their entire lives traveling, meeting with the troupe from time to time, enjoying their company then going out with the wind again. When a Bellerose visited the troupe, it was always a very happy occasion. There were always new stories to tell, some of them even brought their partners to present them to the family.
Aimée received the ring blade from her mother, she was the only one who was able to wield it perfectly. The ring blade was the same weapon her mother used to dance and perform, beautiful to see, but extremely dangerous both for those nearby and for the wielder, its not only a hoop to be used in a dance, its a real and very dangerous weapon. Aimée was the only one that was deemed able to wield it, and as such, her mother passed it to her, teaching it everything she knew with it, from the complex dances to how to use it and her dance as a weapon. After one year she was now completely ready to travel alone. Every Bellerose knew how to fight really well, after all, the world isn't a nice place, and someone who lives travelling needs to know how to defend herself. There is a saying amongst those who know the Bellerose: "Never touch a rose without its consent, it doesn't matter how beautiful it may be." With this parting gift, Aimée, or "Lala" as she was commonly known started her journey in a way very fitting for a Bellerose: Without any specific destination in mind, instead, following only her heart and the wind.
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2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC
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Fia Rozenkreuz
FULL NAME
Fia Rozenkreutz
AGE
16
GENDER
Female
APPEARANCE
Fiery red hair, green eyes an immaculate white skin and standing at 1,80m. Fia is a girl who has quite the presence, especially due to her clothes: Half plate armor with a red combat skirt and a long leather glove to protect her arms. Her old and knightly look is very common amongst the members of the Rozenkreutz order. Her body, well trained and developed for her age sports some scars here and there, result of her tough training.
PERSONALITY
Virtuous, polite and honorable, she was raised amongst knights and knightess. Although she loves to talk and is generally a kind and caring girl, she will try to act as "knightly" as possible, although, due to her age, she is prone to act out of impulse and emotion sometimes. Fia is not "girly", although she cares about her appearance, she does it only to maintain the proper looks that a member of the order is expected to have.
ABILITIES
- Marksmanship: Trained as an combat archer, she is very flexible with her bow, being able to take far away shots with the same ease than hitting a target while jumping and avoiding its blows.
- Armored agility: A half plate armor normally would hinder down many people, but Fia is able to move with it easily, without impacting her mobility at all, including being able to perform jumps and acrobatics with it.
- Unwavering Focus: Fia can keep focused on her target even under the most stressful situations.
ELEMENT
Electricity
POWERS
- Void Barrier: Electricity
- Move with the thunder: "Overloads" her body by sending electric pulses through it. Heightens her reaction time, strength and speed.
- Conjure Elemental Arrows: Conjures a ring of arrows floating above her head. These arrows are have both a physical and an energy aspect, inflicting normal, piercing damage that a normal arrow would and elemental damage as well (electric).
- What makes this bow so unique is that its string is made with pure magical energy coming from the wielder. Normal arrows shot with this bow are augmented by raw magic energy and the user's elemental energy. Arrows shot by this bow are way faster than normal ones and carry the energy of wind with them. The user of this bow can choose from 3 different augmentations to its arrows:
1-Spiral Arrow: Imbued with electricity, this arrow spins through the air with an impossible speed, letting behind a spiraled trail of electricity where it passes. Its able to pierce almost anything.
2-Burst: Sends an arrow flying at normal speed. This arrow is completely surrounded by electricity, making a characteristic sound as it flies. When it gets near its target, it explodes with electric energy.
3-Lightning Storm: One arrow divides itself in 5 different arrows, bouncing through the air with an unpredictable pattern.
HISTORY
With the Rift Wars and the discovery of magic powers, a number of different organizations realized that the power of magic was undeniable. And it would be better to use it for their own purposes than try to eliminate it and destroy it. That is how the Rozenkreuz order was created. Differently from the traditional church, that saw the magic and these powers as unnatural things, things that no man should be able to wield, the Rozenkreuz order thought that both scientific and religious enlightening was only attainable by mastering magic.
The Rozenkreuz Order was formed with two principal objectives in mind: research, understand, develop magic and be the "limiter" of magic in the world. They decided that if the humanity were allowed to freely tamper with magic, they would make weapons strong enough to destroy the world itself, and as such, they needed to be controlled. The Rozenkreuz order quickly became known as "magic inquisitors". Using antique armors, swords, spears and bows instead of modern weapons, they hunted those who used dangerous magic that was capable of interfering with the natural order.
Fia Rozenkreuz is the youngest member of the Rozenkreuz order, and one of the most promising ones. Trained since she was little in the use of the bow, she is a force to be reckoned with. Together with Erin, a lightning elemental creature summoned by her, she was the one chosen by the Rozenkreuz to go to the Aether Bridge academy to further develop her skills and to learn more about the world, since she has never left the Rozenkreuz order temple since she was born.
The Rozenkreuz Order was formed with two principal objectives in mind: research, understand, develop magic and be the "limiter" of magic in the world. They decided that if the humanity were allowed to freely tamper with magic, they would make weapons strong enough to destroy the world itself, and as such, they needed to be controlled. The Rozenkreuz order quickly became known as "magic inquisitors". Using antique armors, swords, spears and bows instead of modern weapons, they hunted those who used dangerous magic that was capable of interfering with the natural order.
Fia Rozenkreuz is the youngest member of the Rozenkreuz order, and one of the most promising ones. Trained since she was little in the use of the bow, she is a force to be reckoned with. Together with Erin, a lightning elemental creature summoned by her, she was the one chosen by the Rozenkreuz to go to the Aether Bridge academy to further develop her skills and to learn more about the world, since she has never left the Rozenkreuz order temple since she was born.
SUMMON
Erin
APPEARANCE
SUMMONING MANTRA
Si vis pacem para bellum.
ABILITIES
Erin is quick, unpredictable and lethal. Be it with her bladed ring or with her legs, she moves and strikes as a lightning. Her bladed ring can be either used as a melee weapon or be thrown (after throwing it, the ring will come back to her hand). All her attacks are naturally imbued with lightning.
ELEMENT
Electricity
ELEMENT GIFT
Erin's combat style include throwing her ring on the air as she jump and attack. This ring will always have its hole facing a target. If Fia shoots an arrow through the ring, it will be empowered with lightning, boosting even further the arrow.
If the arrow shot was a Spiral Arrow, it will stop for a brief second, still spinning and then go straight to its target, even faster than before with a spear of lightning around it.
If the arrow shot was a Burst Arrow, it will stop inside the ring, the arrow itself will be disintegrated and a big ray of lightning as wide as the ring itself will be fired after a brief delay.
If the arrow shot was a Storm arrow, the arrows will bounce until they strike the target, but instead of stopping when they hit a target, they will pierce it and turn back, hitting the target once again.
If the arrow shot was a Spiral Arrow, it will stop for a brief second, still spinning and then go straight to its target, even faster than before with a spear of lightning around it.
If the arrow shot was a Burst Arrow, it will stop inside the ring, the arrow itself will be disintegrated and a big ray of lightning as wide as the ring itself will be fired after a brief delay.
If the arrow shot was a Storm arrow, the arrows will bounce until they strike the target, but instead of stopping when they hit a target, they will pierce it and turn back, hitting the target once again.
ABOUT
Erin Is very agitated, but not as much as other lightning elementals. She fights fiercely and with dedication. Outside of combat, she loves to play and talk to others. Always moving herself, she is never completely quiet. Be it either dangling her legs, playing with her bladed ring or simply jumping around, she is a very lively and agitated creature. She is unable to pay attention in one thing for too long, requiring a rather considerate effort of its summoner to keep her attention on it for too long.
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Ha Yun
- Age: 19
- Gender: Female
- Name: Ha Yun
- Bio:
Due to her low self-esteem and not being confident about her own appearance (mainly due to her height (1,80m) which was much higher than the average. Other than that, she was considered to be a very beautiful woman), she underwent a treatment, which included playing games in order to "create" the ideal self image as an avatar, and with time, accept her own appearance. Not surprisingly, she started to like playing games and even after the treatment ended, she continued doing so. They were always so more fun and lively than the normal world.
People in real world tired Ha-Yun... Always wearing masks, living lies, never being honest with others and themselves. It was just like they... forgot they were lying and started to live their own lies... Ironically, in MMOs, where one could wear a "virtual" mask and be completely anonym, people were so more.... honest. They lived how they really wanted to live in the real world, they seemed so more happy and healthy. That was exactly why Ha-Yun started to like MMOs and other games. For her, games were more than just a hobby, they were a way to run from the pressure from real life, a place where she could dance without suffering the pressures from doing it professionally and just be happy.
Every new game that promised to be more "lifelike" and real you could expect her to be playing it. Every day, after the endless activities she was forced to do she locked herself in her room and did the only thing that made her happy: immersed herself in the virtual world and forgot about everything.
Ha Yun discovered Yggdrasil when some online friends started playing it and invited her. She immediately became fascinated by the sheer complexity and content of the game. There were so many things to do, so many different classes, both the PVE and the PVP aspects of the game were so interesting that it quickly became the only MMO she played.
The Avatar:
Nyna
- Name: Nyna, The Moon's Shadow
- Race: Demi-Human, Rabbitmen
- Gender: Female
- Appearance: Her dark skin, blonde, longhair and the rabbit ears on her head coupled with her lean, elegant body and the fact that she doesn't cover her body that much (she needs to move freely and cannot carry too many things because of her fighting style) give her an exotic, almost mesmerizing beauty. On Yggdrasil, people often stopped to see her avatar, saying that it was very well done, but on the New World, every time she goes to a city or somewhere with a lot of people, its almost impossible to remain unnoticed, as her exotic appearance attracts a lot of stares.
- Level: 100
- Alignment: -50
- Racial Class:
- Beastmen (15)
- Rabbitmen (15) - Job Class:
- Sword Dancer (10)
- Sword Master (10)
- Ninja (10)
- Duelist (15)
- Rogue (15)
- Moon's Shadow (5)
- Others (5) - Fighting Style: Instead of invisibility and stealth, Nyna focus entirely on agility and mobility, going as far as to use her mobility to make her strikes have a big impact even if she isn't that physically strong. The Lunar Edge is a rather heavy weapon, due to its weight, but with the certain techniques, footwork and control of your own body, she is able to move extremely fast with it. Using her entire body as a weapon together with the Lunar Edge, she uses her legs to throw powerful kicks together with the blade, this makes her fighting style incredibly unpredictable and tricky to defend. Its strikes are deceptively strong, and carry a surprising impact and momentum. Using the Lunar Edge is almost like dancing.
To compensate the complete lack of armor, Nyna has a plethora of 'tricks' up her sleeve. Using ninpou and magic, she can prove to be a very troublesome opponent. - Strengths: Hybrid, agile combat style mixing magic and powerful strikes. Extreme mobility and agility.
- Weaknesses: Complete lack of armor, vulnerability to crowd control effects, take away her mobility and she will have trouble even attacking you. Loud noises, her enhanced hearing can be a blessing, but also a curse, sonic type attacks are very effective against her.
Equipments:
- This weird shaped blade requires the user to have an almost unnatural control over its own body in order to use it effectively. Every attack with it is deceptively strong, thanks to the user having to use its entire body and mass to strike with it, its circular motions and the razor sharp edge. The unique aspect of this divine item is the ability to reflect any offensive spell directed at its user as long as the user holds it vertically between him and the spell. It's also a catalyst to conjure spells (although only from a select list of spells, such as spells from the ninja class, the "Moon's Shadow" class and some other minor spells). She earned this weapon together with a title after completing a secret chain of quests, giving her the title of "Lunar Shadow"
- Kitsune's trickery - This necklace further enhances the user's agility and mobility, making it able to climb and even run on walls and other difficult terrains. Additionally, it gives the user a very heightened balance, making it able to abruptly change the direction it is going even in the middle of a dash.
- Shin guards of the Gyokuto - These light shin guards are the only piece of armor that Nyna wears. They offer a good resistance against physical attacks, gives the user an almost unending stamina and makes the target immune to the 'slow' effect (but not other movement impairing effects)
Abilities
- Sun and Moon: The Lunar edge possesses strange powers. By passing her body through the blade, Nyna is able to create a solid clone to attack with her. The copy has the same strength as her, has the same equipment, but every attack and debuff that her or her copy suffer will be carried over to her main body and doubled when the ability ends.
- Danse Macabre: Nyna throws the Lunar Edge towards her targets, the lunar edge bounces in the air multiple times (almost like if it was inside an invisible box with her target) , with an incredible speed. This 'box' has an area of 10x10m. The box only exists for her blade, it has no effect over other items or living entities.
- Irregular Block: Thanks to the Lunar Edge's exotic nature, and Nyna's flexibility, parrying and dodging melee blows with it is easier than normal blades (mostly due to its circular shape and the movements needed to wield it).
- Flicker: Very small range teleports (only 2m at max) that can be used repeatedly to escape attacks and create a "flicker" like effect, making even more difficult to track her movements.
- Soul Divider: Dashes forward, cutting the target in the blink of an eye. This ability not only deals massive physical damage, but also drains the target mana in 50% and weakens the target's magic (the mana draining effect works only once per target).
- Ninjutsu - Rai Ninja skill, infuses her weapon with lightning element. It's effects grow stronger depending on the Lunar Shadow's speed as she swings it, it makes enemies flinch, canceling conjurations and has a chance to inflict paralysis. If used together with Danse Macabre, it creates a thunderstorm inside the Danse Macabre's area.
- Ninjutsu - Fu: Ninja skill, infuses her weapon with the wind element. It makes her able to control the Lunar Edge's movements as it flies, and forms an invisible "wind blade" around her weapon, increasing its reach (something like a ghost blade. Even if you feel like you barely dodged it, it still cuts you).
How other humans see me:
Nyna's exotic appearance always draws attention, especially on bigger cities, since beastmen are not that common. Other than that, only few people realize that she is actually dangerous.Behind the Avatar
Akane Hikawa
- Age: 22
- Gender: Female
- Name: Akane Hikawa
- Bio:
Akane Hikawa, the only heir of the Hikawa group, an extremely big and wealthy company, led by none other than Kazuo and Mai Hikawa, Akane's parents.
Being raised by such successful entrepreneurs, it was no surprise that Akane ended up taking some of her parents' "qualities", such as an extremely sharp tongue, an ruthlessly effective way of thinking (which sometimes could even be somewhat cruel).
But regardless of that fact, Akane's parents were rarely at home. She spent the majority of her life by herself, and as such is a very independent woman, money was never a problem, but differently from what one would expect of a girl born in a wealthy family, she didn't receive that much attention. Her parents were often traveling or working. The only signal that they sent to her that they existed were her allowance.
Nowadays, Akane is one of the leaders of Hikawa corporation and the director of a new department she just opened, focused on online games. Gaming happens to be one of her hobbies (more specifically, Yggdrasil Online), and she knows more than anyone that a good MMO can move a ludicrous amount of money, especially if it becomes an e-sport. Her new, modern view were very welcome to the Hikawa group, revitalizing it and making it catch up with the modern and ever changing tendencies.
The Avatar:
Yasha
- Name: Yasha
- Race: Humanoid - Elf
- Gender: Female
- Appearance: With an incredibly white skin and wearing a black kimono inspired by the traditional Japanese clothes and long black stockings, Yasha has a long, white hair, she keeps tied with traditional Japanese hair sticks.
- Level: 100
- Alignment: -100
- Racial Class: Humanoid - Elf
- Job Class:
- Gunner (15)
- Sniper (10)
- Stalker (10)
- Elementalist - Air (10)
- Disciple of Disaster (5)
- World Disaster (5)
- Spell Sniper (5)
- War Wizard (10)
- Etc. (30) - Fighting Style: Yasha is a long-extreme range specialist while using her rifle. Her firepower is undeniable with it, as she can either shoot precise, magic projectiles (which she is able to imbue with elemental spells and change their property), bombard her enemies with spells or even go as far as to shoot living magic artillery shells while using a specialized spell to assist her with the trajectory and to have an almost complete view of the battlefield.
Yasha has also some wind spells focused only on utility and mobility, giving her means to run away if someone gets too near her. While shooting, it's impossible to hide her position, but after shooting, she uses her wind magic and her stalker class bonuses to move quickly and reposition, letting no traces behind. It's also extremely useful if she needs to run away from a battle. - Strengths: Extremely high dps at mid-extreme range, high mobility and utility thanks to wind magic. Many people told her that taking the World Disaster class (an extremely difficult class to obtain) only to use it in her "magic sniper" build was something idiotic to do. But she proved them wrong. Yasha became a terribly powerful ranged mage, capable of eliminating single targets with precision or wiping out a horde of monsters by shooting magic artillery on them.
- Weaknesses: Complete lack of physical armor, has no melee offensive capabilities, artillery spells have a rather long casting time. Hiding her position is impossible, since Requiem Aeternam's projectiles leave a distinct trail of raw mana leading directly to her position.
Equipment:
- A magic rifle that doubles as a magic catalyst. An extremely powerful rifle, it is capable of working even with extreme amounts of magic, where other magic rifles would stop working or not work with 100% efficiency. It can shoot not only pure, raw destructive mana projectiles which deals neutral magic damage, but it can also imbue these magic projectiles with different elements or even spells.
It can also solidify this raw mana, either becoming a pure, crystalline projectile which inflicts physical damage or only form a thin shell around it, housing a spell inside it. Upon impact, the shell will break, letting the spell out. This unique ability affects all projectiles shot by this weapon, be them abilities or not.
- Set of the Fallen God - This full set was designed especially for magic casters. It focuses on amplifying the user's magic, mana and magic regen several times, and offers a very good magic resistance, but it offers no armor at all.
Originally, its cosmetic design was very different, but Yasha changed it to something more fashionable.
Additionally, when complete, the set also offers a special ability: Decree of the Fallen God. This ability allows the user to sacrifice 25% of its max health to make one attack ignore any type of defense, be it magic or physical.
Abilities
- Living Magic Artillery Shell: A devastating spell, it has a long casting time, but it deals ludicrous amounts of damage by literally shooting a magic artillery shell out of her rifle, exploding in a huge raw magic explosion when it hits it's target. This ability can also be modified by the Requiem Aeternam's special abilities with the following modifiers:
- Fragmentation: Instead of shooting one single, powerful projectile, it shoots a crystalized shell containing several smaller projectiles, dealing AoE damage (It can be used together with the Encased Shell modifier to create napalm like effects or carpet bombing like effects, with the Kinetic Shell to create a shower of physical projectiles).
- Encased Shell: Instead of shooting the pure magic projectile, it shoots a projectile encased in a thin crystallized mana shell, containing elemental energy inside it.
- Kinetic Shell: Shoots a 100% physical projectile made of crystallized mana out of her gun. This projectile won't explode, but it has a big impact and penetration power. - Multi-Lock: Shoots up to 5 simultaneous homing magic projectiles, locking onto enemies.
- Target Acquiring Spell: Toggleable spell which creates a magic screen around Yasha. This magic screen shows an aerial view of the battlefield and assists her with the calculations necessary to make the perfect shot. It's an enhanced version of the "Distant Vision" spell.
- Bombardment: Instead of shooting magic projectiles in a line, it sends 15 exploding projectiles in an arc. They hit the ground randomly in a big area, exploding and causing AoE magic and physical damage. This ability is not affected by the Requiem Aeternam's projectile modification ability.
- Requiem Aeternam - Regular Shot: Regular shot of the Requiem Aeternam.
- Perfect Unknowable: It erases one's traces and sounds, making the magic caster very difficult to detect if they did not have very high-level thief-type job classes.
- Fly: Pretty straightforward spell. By using her wind magic, Yasha is able to either fly or glide through the ground at high speeds.
How other humans see me:
Other than the exotic clothing and the fact that she carries a long, white rifle on her back, nothing. Those who are able to feel magic will indeed be able to feel an oppressive amount of mana coming from her.
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Aisha Najm
”The desert is cruel and powerful. Respect it and fear it, or suffer it's wrath.”
Character Summary
Name: Aisha Najm
Aliases: Ai, The Star of the Desert, Harbinger of the Sands
Age: 20
Birthday: April 20
Race/Species:
Centaur
Gender:
Female
Birthplace:
Centauran, Kaeleer.
Jewel color:
Birthright: Blood Opal
Offering: Red
Class/Caste:
Witch
Languages:
Common
Centaur
Occupation:
Nomad, Guide (Puurl and Kaeleer), sometimes armed escort.
Appearance
Height:
1,98m (6'49")
Weight:
443kg (around 975lbs)
Eye Color:
Russet brown eyes.
Skin Tone:
Heavily tanned, sun kissed skin.
Body Type:
Her lower half has striking similarities to an Arabian Purebred and an Thoroughbred, with the refined and elegant lines of an Arabian Purebred and the size and muscles of a Thoroughbred.
Her upper half is curvaceous and elegant, giving her an deceptively fragile appearance.
Hair Color:
Light blonde, almost platinum due to the sun.
Hair Style:
Long, untied.
Birthmarks:
Spiral marks on her forearms and hands. Due to their beautiful pattern, she paints them with a golden paint, to make them stand out a bit more.
Character Psychology
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:
Aisha is a rather quiet and calm centaur, preferring to stay quiet than starting a conversation with strangers. Behind her quiet and introvert exterior though, hides an incredibly cult woman, able to talk about most subjects with a surprising knowledge. Upon knowing someone a bit better, she can get surprisingly friendly and warm.
She is incredibly friendly and nice to those that are good to her. Thanks to that, even being rather quiet, she makes friends very easily.
Aisha is very proud of her heritage. That means, never call her a work horse, a cart horse, or suggest her to carry a cart... It won't end well. On the best of cases, she will simply turn away and never speak with you again... If you push your luck a bit too much... Well... her kicks can hurt a lot... But all in all, she is surprisingly calm, it is rather difficult to get her mad.
Even being calm and quiet, Aisha is no pushover. She has strong opinions and she is not one to take things lying down. Although she is not particularly fond of meaningless violence, she will fight if she needs to.
Regarding to martial arts, she is surprisingly diligent with her training, being sure to keep her skills sharp, as she doesn't like to rely on others that much.
Habits:
- Every day, when the sun sets, Aisha likes to sit down to make some tea and drink it, relaxing. Even if she is in the middle of Puurl, she takes a while to rest and drink some tea if she has enough things to make it.
- Immediately after the sun sets and the stars rise, Aisha takes a few moments in a silent prayer to the stars.
Hobbies:
- Making herbal tea.
- Cooking (middle eastern food. Strong taste, with a lot of different spices)
- Training with her bow and her glaive.
- Jewlery. Although its quite surprising, Aisha loves jewelry, particularly gold.
Fears:
- Being captured and chained.
- Arachna (don't ask... She simply doesn't like them)
- Weakness, she fears becoming weak and useless.
Likes:
- Sweets
- Spices and spicy food.
- Jewels and other pretty accessories.
- Running
Dislikes:
- Fish. She hates to eat fish.
- Arachna, they are seriously creepy...
- Being ordered to pull a cart, being treated like a normal horse.
- People who talk to her condescendingly
Skills
General Skills
- Cooking
- Star Gazing Orientation: She can roughly estimate her position by watching the stars.
- Herbal knowledge: Be it the few and scarce herbs growing in the plains, or the ones that cover the forest floor, she knows exactly which one of those are used for poison, remedies, tea or even to season food.
- First Aid: By using herbs, bandages, and a few other things, she can take care of most basic to moderate wounds, and even keeping heavy wounds from bleeding and keeping them clean until she can find someone to close them.
- Falcon's Eyes: She has an unusually sharp eyesight.
- Amathomancy: A form of divination based on the interpretation of the patterns in the sand.
Combat skills
- Mounted Marksmanship: Aisha is a fearsome archer. Her mobility and her precision make her a real threat with the bow.
- Glaive Mastery: In close combat, Aisha can hold her own very, very well, especially with her glaive. The weapon's reach, coupled with her natural mobility, make her especially troublesome in close quartes as well.
- Mounted Combat: This one is incredibly obvious... She is a centaur... She is incredibly adept in using her natural mobility, reach, strength and weight to her advantage.
Magic skills
- Swift Sands: Heightens her physical abilities, making her faster, stronger, tougher... This spell is very taxing on her body, making her incredibly hungry and tired if its used for too long. If she is not careful with this, it can literally make her pass out after an extended period of time using it.
- Decree of the Desert: Summons a strong sandstorm, covering everything in sand and salt. Although it is quite flashy, it is simply a sandstorm, no magical effects or anything. (Aisha is not affected by it (sand on her eyes, vision impairment & etc))
- Sand Manipulation
- Mirage: Inside the sandstorm, Aisha passively uses her magic to create a mild illusion like effect, making others inside the sandstorm hear her steps coming from different directions, see copies of her moving around or even charging at them but quickly disappearing in the air & etc. It makes fighting against her inside the sandstorm a very difficult task.
History
Background
Aisha was born in Centauran, but spent most of her life traveling around Kaeleer, due to her parents' nomadic lifestyle. They were notorious for being one of the few who were able to get people through Pruul safely. Since she was a tiny filly, Aisha traveled with her parents through Kaeleer without much difficulty. Through Arceria, running through the vast open plains, through the dense forest in the Kindred Territories.
Aisha had received a pretty powerful birthright jewel, a blood opal, but even though, she wasn't able to use magic like her parents. That made her feel much weaker compared to them. She felt like she would never getting behind, everyone else was so strong with their jewels, and she was only of the few who was not able to use hers. Because of that, everyone treated her like a weak, useless child. Not wanting to continue useless, she dedicated good part of her childhood training with a bow and a glaive. Training so she could take care of herself even without magic, training so no one would call her weak ever again. Her diligence and dedication paid out, as she mastered the use of both weapons after years training.
When Aisha turned 16, after learning how to take care of herself, she went to Pruul with her parents for the first time. She had always left behind when her parents went there, but after insisting so much, they decided she was ready. She heard many stories about that cruel and merciless place, Pruul was a desert wasteland, its sands carried nothing but death, salt and suffering. Not even a single living being would thrive in such place. Those who weren't very careful would soon meet their demise on those searing hot sands. She soon realized upon getting there, that it wasn't a place a child should go. Every step, every breath was crucial to decide if she would live or die.
Her visit to Pruul changed her way to see the world. Previously, she thought she was very powerful and could go anywhere... How wrong she was... That encounter with death showed her how ruthless the world could be.
She learned that the land could be stronger and deadlier than any living being.
The land could be her biggest ally, or her biggest enemy. On Aisha's family, visiting Pruul was almost like a coming of age ceremony. Every member of the Najm family went there to prove themselves, to prove not only their strength, but their abilities, intelligence and to prove a valuable lesson to them: Never underestimate the land. Always respect and fear it.
Her Virgin Night ceremony was made soon after that. It was done swiftly. Without feelings, by an experienced consort. It was done as it should be done: As an offering.
Her new jewel had a fiery, hot red color. She couldn't put it in words, but somehow she knew. She knew that her jewel, her magic, was connected to what happened on Pruul. The cruel, merciless and arid sands of Pruul that carried nothing but death. What she experienced there, taught her many things. She knew she wasn't strong. She would never be strong enough to compete against the nature.
Fear and respect the land, and it will give you everything.
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Character name: Henri Larue
Age: 19
Mageblood type: Clima
Favoured Magic Class: Aeromancy
Previous Magic training: Novice, only the necessary to perform on the circus he was born in.
Race: Human Naerse
Appearance:
Henri has light blonde, almost white short hair, and a face that would make any maiden envious. Due to his job as a performer in the Larue Circus, taking care of his appearance is somewhat important. His delicate face and smooth skin are evidences of this fact.
Standing at 5'8", he has a deceptively slender body. Trained since he was born, he moves almost like a cat thanks to his agility and almost unbelievable flexibility. His body, although not as bulky and tough looking, is very muscular, to the point that he can support his own weight with one hand with ease. Needless to say, a contortionist, acrobat and knife juggler / thrower needs to have complete control over his own muscles.
Henri usually wears almost skintight pants and shirts, a simple, red cowl, some belts and pouches to hold his knives and some other useful things for a performance and some silk bandages around his forearms. He doesn't have a particular taste for clothes per se, for him, as long as its comfortable and flexible enough for him to jump and move freely, he will wear anything.
Maybe that is due to him being raised in an itinerant street circus, but he is almost never seen without his knives. The number of daggers he has hidden on his body is unbelievable, leading to some pretty ridiculous situations when he needs to enter a place where weapons are not permitted.
Equipment:
-Bandages (Made of silk): They have some... Unusual uses. Silk is expensive, but these 'bandages' were given to him because they are part of the materials he uses for his performances. On combat, they have many, many uses, including wrapping around limbs to prevent someone from moving or making them fall, or even being used just like a rope dart, tying it on the end of one of his daggers to throw it and swing it. The silk is the perfect material for these type of things, as it is incredibly light (easily manipulated by wind magic) and incredibly resistant.
Bio:
The Larue are a very well known itinerant troupe, having some of the most fantastical artists and performances around. Not having a fixed home, they are constantly traveling, hopping from town to town, doing their shows in trade of a place to stay and some money. Their presence in a town is almost always noted both by noblemen and common folk alike. With almost two centuries of history, there were multiple generations of Larue artists that were born, lived and died using this same name.
The history behind the origin of the Larue troupe is actually pretty interesting. No one knows, or seems to remember the exact reason for the first members to leave behind their old lives completely, rejecting their possessions, names, homes, not mattering if they were rich or poor, and dedicate their entire lives to the nomadic, colorful and happy lifestyle that became the trademark of the Larue troupe. This tradition is not as widely followed as before, and the Larue are extremely rigid about accepting new members on their family, but sometimes, there is a person who really has the heart and soul of a Larue and is willing to give up on their previous life to join them.
One reason why the Larue became more rigid about accepting others is that as the time went on, the Larue became an actual family, with actual blood ties. With the Larue troupe created, many of their members developed romantic interests for one another, due to living together, acting like a family & etc. As a result, many of them married and had kids with members of the own troupe. After nearly two centuries and many generations, the "Larue" name became synonym of those who have almost perfect physiques, due to their incessant training and genetic traits.
Henri Larue, born from two members of the Larue troupe, was raised amongst dancers, acrobats, storytellers, knife throwers and many other artists. Due to this upbringing, is not surprising that he also came to enjoy those arts. Henri grew up to be an incredibly beautiful boy, having a smooth skin and delicate face, enough to make even noblewomen envy him. But beauty wasn't everything that young Henri had... He also was blessed not only with an incredibly flexible and agile body, but he was also blessed with mageblood.
Magebloods are incredibly rare, but there were a small few mageblooded Larues in the troupe. Learning the basics on how to use his power, Henri quickly became one of the main attractions on the shows. Dangerous, exciting, exhilarating, marvelous... these were just some of the adjectives used to describe Henri's performances.
Ones of the most daring acts he performed, included the silk bandages on his arms, a knife and a 'target'. By discreetly tying the bandage in the end of one of his knives, he would throw it in such a way that it was certain to hit his partner. The knife would stop inches away from his partner's face. By use a tiny bit of wind magic, a faint breeze would blow under the bandages, making them stand upright, with the dagger hanging on the other end. Other interesting numbers involved him using his wind magic to make impossible movements by making him faster or creating small breezes to move the bandages, creating beautiful patterns with the silk and obscuring the public's view, deceive and manipulate their perceptions in illusion tricks.
But the streets are not kind to everyone... Having a nomadic lifestyle also means knowing how to defend themselves, and sometimes... how to steal to survive. The only rule amongst the Larue was to never steal out of pure greed and not be caught while stealing, as it would affect the troupe's reputation, and it was incredibly effective. Nobody had never caught a Larue stealing anything. Most often, they thought that it was the work of common pickpocketers that were common to appear anywhere with a lot of people. The Larue weren't just artists. They were only able to live the way they did because they earned it. It took an incredible amount of courage, or foolishness, to mess with a Larue. Both mind and body polished over years and years, made them incredibly cunning and dangerous opponents. Henri was no different, with an incredible prowess with knives, and a strong and agile body, Henri sure knew how to take care of himself, even without using his magic.
After he turned 18, the opportunity arised for him to further train his magic powers on the Twilight College. Henri had no reason not to go, and besides that, he would love to know more about the one thing that surpassed any comon sense, the one thing that was always a mystery to him, magic.
Packing the few things he had, he departed. It would be... lonely to be away from the cheerful and happy day to day and the heartful laughter from the troupe...
Good Attributes:
- Acrobat/Parkour: Henri has an incredibly agile, flexible body and balance. Although he is not as light and weightless as the elves, being able to jump through the trees and walk over thin ice, his body has a good balance between power and speed. Taking out the weight factor, he can keep up even with an elf depending on the location and circumstances.
- Jack of Blades: Henri always had a weird attachment to daggers and knives, and can handle them like no one. Be it throwing or wielding them.
- Trickster's Blessing: Unpredictable movements, attacks and having both tongue and mind as sharp as his daggers make him an incredibly dangerous opponent both in a combat or out. The worse thing one can do when fighting against him is taking its eyes off Henri.
- Disguise Presence: The streets aren't a kind place... Sometimes, its better to be a nobody, a ghost, instead of having a strong presence and be noted.
- Crazy Legs: Although Henri has never trained any martial arts before, his kicks are nothing to scoff at. Fast and powerful, his "martial art" consists of various acrobatic movements, lacking any specific style or form.
Bad Attributes:
- Unfit for Nobility: Henri was raised amongst a troupe of itinerant artists. He is incredibly uncomfortable in 'noble' places, such as in a banquet, in a castle & etc. Needless to say, he doesn't trust nobles that much.
- Rogue's Honor: Henri always pays his debts. Be them good or bad, especially bad. (Help him, and he will 'owe you one'. Deceive or use him, and he will make you pay back for it.)
- Problems with Authority: Its not a good idea to order him to do something... Its almost certain that he will not do it. Ask him instead, and you will have much better chances from him listening to you.
- Not a Soldier: Henri is not a soldier or a mercenary... He wont stay and fight if things get ugly.
- Innocent lives matter: Henri gets extremely uncomfortable on situations where innocent lives might be harmed and will do everything in its power (without risking his own safety) to save any innocent, sentient creatures.
- Not a big fan of closed spaces: Henri gets uncomfortable in closed spaces. He gets agitated and becomes unable to think very well.
Secret Word: Rebirth
Mikhail "Misha" Volkov
”Taking a life is easy. If you do it right, it can be as easy as simply waiting for it to happen. What is dangerous is when you start caring about who or why and start to simply... enjoy it.”
Character Summary
Name: Mikhail Volkov
Aliases: 'Misha'
Age: 32
Birthday: June 8th
Race/Species: Dea Al Mon
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Dea Al Mon, Kaeleer.
Jewel color:
Birthright: Red
Offering: Gray
Class/Caste: Prince
Languages:
Common
Dea Al Mon
Occupation:
Saboteur, Assassin. Usually takes works from noble houses plotting against other houses or even against themselves.
Appearance
Height:
1,90m
Weight:
80kgs
Eye Color:
Blue eyes.
Skin Tone:
White
Body Type:
Tall and slim.
Hair Color:
White.
Hair Style:
Long, sometimes tied in a long ponytail, sometimes untied.
Character Psychology
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:
Mikhail's personality is an interesting topic. Normally he is a very amicable guy. Most of the times he is easy to approach. Often enjoying talking with others, the word 'kind' seems to perfectly describes Mikhail. People often enjoy having him close by as he is generally a very good company as he is always a calm and quiet guy. He tries to avoid unnecessary confrontations and draw as little attention to him as possible, often preferring to keep his opinions to himself if he sees they could draw the wrong type of attention to him. Regarding social situations, he will rarely approach someone, but if people approach him, he will mostly always show to be a calm and friendly guy.
Mikhail fears being betrayed by someone he trusts, so thanks to this fear, he avoids any serious relationship. He is especially careful around blood female, as he knows that love is an even more effective way to control someone than craft. That doesn't mean he dislikes females. He greatly enjoys reading romance books & etc.
Despite his placid and calm smile, there is one part of his expression that he cannot change. His eyes. Even with his calm, kind expression, if you look deep within his eyes, you can see an almost... frightening coldness... A calculating and penetrating gaze that seems to analyze everything that happens around him carefully.
But things change radically when Mikhail enters a combat situation or is 'working'. That faint hint of coldness on his eyes from before becomes the only thing on his expression. He becomes incredibly calculating and cold.
Habits:
- Training. From studying, stretching and keeping his body flexible to actual combat techniques and even things like training his balance and gymnastics.
- Always checking thoroughly the places he sleep. Be it an unknown inn or the same place he slept for the last week.
- Taking a few moments before sleeping to meditate, in part to keep his 'sanity'.
Hobbies:
- Cooking
- Reading, especially story books or sometimes studying.
- Training, specifically free running and gymnastics.
- Sightseeing, walking around and appreciating the small things such as the night breeze, the smell of the flowers & etc.
Fears:
- Ironically, even though he avoids relationships, he fears never having anyone whom he can really trust. Someone to stay by his side.
- Losing his freedom.
- Being betrayed.
Likes:
- The thrill of the hunt and kill.
- Training
- Reading
- Using 'training' as an excuse to go around the city to climb tall places and just enjoy the scenery.
Dislikes:
- Alcohol
- Being ordered/manipulated.
- Having others realizing who exactly he is or knowing his past.
Skills
General Skills
- Cooking
- Manipulation
- Lockpicking
- Anatomy and herbal medicine (including poisons)
Combat skills
- Using wires (both steel and craft made ones) as weapons.
- Daggers, knives and throwing weapons.
- Stealth, traps and ambush tactics.
- Infiltration
- Hunting
Magic skills
- Mikhail is able to create wires with his craft. These razor sharp wires are used by him either to create traps, ambushes or in actual combat by cutting or snaring his opponents. He has some degree of control over these wires. He can make them move as a projectile through the air, as they had weighted tips or simply make them almost weightless, as they were made of silk. He still cannot control their trajectory though or completely control their movement as in make them chase someone or make them just go and wrap themselves around someone while he does nothing.
- Sight Shield
What they carry on them:
- Twin, Dea Al Mon curved style Daggers.
- Throwing knives, thin and similar to needles.
- Razor sharp steel wire. Thin and hard to see but it easily cuts flesh.
- Mortar/Pestle and a number of small vials with poisons and healing potions, such as to stop bleeding & etc.
History
Background
Born deep within the forests of Dea Al Mon in a house of healers, Mikhail was entrusted to be his older sister, Eleanor's escort even before he was born. It was only natural for the one who was supposed to be the next head of the house to have an entrusted escort to her and what best choice than one trained since he was young by the house themselves? Born and trained with the sole reason of being his sister's escort, following her at all times, Mikhail was trained exhaustively. Assassination, combat, stealth, traps... The best way to understand an assassin and how they work was to be one. Never having a say in the matter, he simply followed orders. His fate, his future was already decided for him the very moment he was born.
Despite the fact that Mikhail himself shouldn't be treated with the same 'standing' or importance of his sister, it was undeniable that he cared about her. Not only thanks to his instincts as a blood male, but she was his sister after all. It was only natural for Mikhail and Eleanor get close, after all, he was practically together with her or watching her every single time he was awake. Their relationship wasn't one of a guard and the one he was supposed to serve. It was closer to one of a brother and a sister's. Mikhail wasn't allowed to be away from her, so the only thing close to 'having fun' he had was either reading books, talking or even studying anatomy and healing with her (watching her for so long made Mikhail really interested in herbal medicine, including their varied effects on many different races, the effects of poisons and how to make antidotes for them). Despite some of the most powerful women in the family being clearly unsatisfied with their relationship, after some time, they allowed Mikhail to be a bit 'closer' and present for Eleanor than just being a shadow, protecting her from the dark as it was good for her own development both as a healer and a woman.
But unfortunately, things weren't going to keep that 'peaceful' for long... Mikhail never failed his job. Nothing ever even touched Eleanor, but he never expected that the ones whom she should be wary of weren't outsiders... Caught completely by surprise, Mikhail just realized that he and his sister had been betrayed by the ones closest to them when it was already too late... On the night Eleanor was poisoned. After feeling unwell, she went to her room early after the dinner. Mikhail didn't even know what happened, until she never woke up the next day. With his sister dead and him being framed by her death, Mikhail did the only thing he could... he ran, leaving everything behind without even knowing who was responsible for such act.
After losing his sister, whom he had a deep bond, not only due to his instincts as a blood male, but due to his personal feelings as well, he fell into a deep depression. Without a home to return to, without anyone to rely upon after being betrayed by the ones he trusted the most, he closed his heart to the world, not allowing anyone to get closer to him. Being alone in the world, he started to work as an assassin to earn money. Taking a life wasn't hard, especially with his training. Being cold and effective like he was, contracts began to become common for him. But neither the bloodshed nor the alcohol were able to make him completely forget the pain of having lost his dear sister, of failing to protect her. Desperately trying to find relief to that agonizing feeling, his assassinations began to become even more cruel and ruthless as he tried to get rid of all the frustration and anger on his heart on his targets. It was due to this feeling that he developed an unique, extrmely cruel and brutal type of craft, creating razor sharp wires with his jewel. But nothing could ease the pain. Not the killing, nor the alcohol, not even the books, which did the completely opposite, reminding him of his sister even more.
When he was about to lose himself, he heard about a certain Black Widow in Terreille that, for a price, offered her services to anyone, without asking questions. After a long journey and reflecting about a lot of things, he knew what he had to ask her. The only thing that could get rid of that pain... He asked her to make him forget about Eleanor and what happened back in Dea Al Mon. After she was finished, Mikhail was able, for the first time in years, to enjoy simple things like the beauty of nature and the smell of flowers. The pain was gone. He felt like he got rid of an incredible weight he was carrying all those years. After spending a few months living in a small village surrounded by the forest, he learned how to smile once more and find balance between his old, cold self and the new person he had became.
Unfortunately for him, the mind spell wasn't complete. Even without remembering anything about what happened in Dea Al Mom, Mikhail was having strange nightmares every night, leftovers of the incomplete mind spell. Once again, he went to see the Black Widow, aiming to get rid of the nightmares, which were starting to affect his work.
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Anya Belyakova
𝙰𝚐𝚎:
21
Gender:
Female
𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:
Previously working for Korporat18, member of a squadron that was 'completely' wiped out in a mission. Now she is a freelancer. Assassinations, infiltration, espionage... She takes almost any job. Although she doesn't like admitting it, she's been taking a good number of jobs from Blacklight.
𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:
With a delicate face and a silver platinum hair, Anya is already quite easy to find in a crowd. Her piercings and the tattoo covering her cheek and part of her face makes it even harder to forget her face. With roughly 1,56m, she is rather short for a Russian, hence her name 'Anya'. Her surname, Belyakova, is derived from the word belyak, which means 'white rabbit' was given to her due to her diminutive size, delicate features and almost white hair.
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:
While in a mission, Anya can be described by one word: efficient. Being trained since she was a child to be a soldier, Anya was taught to be cold and emotionless. After what happened to her squad and Anya 'disappeared', running away from Korporate18, she turned into almost another person. Due to the shock, mental exhaustion and stress, the previously cold, efficient and emotionless Anya developed an entirely different personality. To protect herself, her mind blocked amlost everything about her old life other than her training, creating an entirely new persona. Not without a few side effects, of course...
Anya acts just like a teenager. To any other person, it would definitely strange. But Anya's delicate looks and small stature often make others mistake her age. She can be quite whimsical and moody sometimes, making it rather hard to deal with her. While quiet and enjoying being alone, she can be surprisingly affectionate and talkative to those she knows, even messing with them. Her acid humor and sarcastic times can be a bit irritating sometimes.
To almost everyone that looks at her, Anya is nothing more than a teenager, but those who know her a bit better know that it's not always like that...
She has almost zero regard for lives of those she doesn't know, being completely indifferent with their safety. She is very cunning, coupled with her whimsical personality, moodiness, vengefulness and complete inability to show empathy towards those whom she doesnt consider as a friend, she can do anything in order to attain what she wants or to punish those that did her something that she didn't like. With all those traits and personality disorders, she can be described as a 'loose cannon'.
In the other hand, parts of the old Anya are still there. Every day, after she wakes up, she undergoes a strict training routine, almost the same she was used to when working for Korporate18.
Anya acts just like a teenager. To any other person, it would definitely strange. But Anya's delicate looks and small stature often make others mistake her age. She can be quite whimsical and moody sometimes, making it rather hard to deal with her. While quiet and enjoying being alone, she can be surprisingly affectionate and talkative to those she knows, even messing with them. Her acid humor and sarcastic times can be a bit irritating sometimes.
To almost everyone that looks at her, Anya is nothing more than a teenager, but those who know her a bit better know that it's not always like that...
She has almost zero regard for lives of those she doesn't know, being completely indifferent with their safety. She is very cunning, coupled with her whimsical personality, moodiness, vengefulness and complete inability to show empathy towards those whom she doesnt consider as a friend, she can do anything in order to attain what she wants or to punish those that did her something that she didn't like. With all those traits and personality disorders, she can be described as a 'loose cannon'.
In the other hand, parts of the old Anya are still there. Every day, after she wakes up, she undergoes a strict training routine, almost the same she was used to when working for Korporate18.
Affectionate • Cunning • Vengeful • Extremely loyal to her friends
𝙱𝚒𝚘:
The world spins around money. That is how things are and always will be. The strong possess money and power, while the weak are only things to be used and then discarded. Even though they try to tell otherwise, don't let their sweet lies convince you. Ethics and morals often don't apply to those who have power...
Anya is an orphan. She was sold by her family to Korporat18. Raised since she was young on a training facility, she didn't have time to have emotions. After all, if she wasn't good enough, she would be discarded, just like the others who couldn't take the facility's strict training. They weren't even considered as living beings. They were only tools, to be used until they break, and then discarded.
With 8 years, Anya was deemed 'good enough', and a worthy individual to be augmented. Her feelings or opinions about that didn't matter. She never had a choice. After a exhaustive and extensive surgery, her body was completely different that it was. After that, her training got even worse. She was expected nothing other than excellence. As she grew older, surgeries became common to her, as her body and skills grew, new augmentations were installed.
Years passed, and Anya was selected together with a small number of other soldiers coming from the same training facility to be infiltrators. Every single one of them knew what that meant. Even though only the best could be infiltrators, it was basically a death sentence. They were the ones to go beneath enemy lines in order to obtain information. If that wasn't dangerous enough, they knew too much to be captured by Korporat18's enemies or to stay alive after they are deemed 'inefficient'. Implanted with a small explosive chip on their brains, the second they were captured they would be dead. They all knew that, but did they care? No. Why would they? That was everything they had. They knew their places, they were tools.
As the tension between EuroCorp and Korporat18 grew, Anya's job only got more dangerous. Peace agreements meant nothing to them. Under the apparent peace, under that peace agreement, both parties were still in war.
Knowledge, sometimes can be even deadlier than the most destructive weapons. And that was something that both EuroCorp and Korporat18 knew very well. By depriving their enemies from information, they would gain an edge. As such, there was an unending effort by both parties to send spies to the other and to find and kill the enemy spies.
In one mission, Anya was in EuroCorp territory, following orders to infiltrate a base and hack their main computer. It shouldn't be that much of a problem, since it was a small base. But they never expected that they would be ambushed...
The second they got inside the base, they were greeted with heavy gunfire. It was heavily guarded, and they knew that they were there. It was a massacre. Nothing could be done. Anya watched, hopeless, as her squad was wiped, in a bloody massacre. Their bodies pierced by bullets and energy projectiles, as their bodies fell on the ground, lifeless.
Even those who tried to fight back, getting behind cover couldn't save themselves, as they fell on the ground, blood getting out from their ears, eyes, mouths and noses as the explosive chip destroyed their brains. Fortunately, or unfortunately, an energy projectiles, deflected by a metal wall, hit Anya on her neck, sending an almost lethal wave of energy through her brain and body, destroying the chip before it could kill her.
Deemed dead by both Korporat18 and EuroCorp, she was thrown on a common trench together with her old squad in the border of Russia and Europe, she awoke amidst the dead, cold and rotting corpses of the closest thing she had to friends. Terrified, wounded and in shock, Anya crawled out of the mountain of corpses, there was only one thing on Anya's shattered mind: survive.
Anya is an orphan. She was sold by her family to Korporat18. Raised since she was young on a training facility, she didn't have time to have emotions. After all, if she wasn't good enough, she would be discarded, just like the others who couldn't take the facility's strict training. They weren't even considered as living beings. They were only tools, to be used until they break, and then discarded.
With 8 years, Anya was deemed 'good enough', and a worthy individual to be augmented. Her feelings or opinions about that didn't matter. She never had a choice. After a exhaustive and extensive surgery, her body was completely different that it was. After that, her training got even worse. She was expected nothing other than excellence. As she grew older, surgeries became common to her, as her body and skills grew, new augmentations were installed.
Years passed, and Anya was selected together with a small number of other soldiers coming from the same training facility to be infiltrators. Every single one of them knew what that meant. Even though only the best could be infiltrators, it was basically a death sentence. They were the ones to go beneath enemy lines in order to obtain information. If that wasn't dangerous enough, they knew too much to be captured by Korporat18's enemies or to stay alive after they are deemed 'inefficient'. Implanted with a small explosive chip on their brains, the second they were captured they would be dead. They all knew that, but did they care? No. Why would they? That was everything they had. They knew their places, they were tools.
As the tension between EuroCorp and Korporat18 grew, Anya's job only got more dangerous. Peace agreements meant nothing to them. Under the apparent peace, under that peace agreement, both parties were still in war.
Knowledge, sometimes can be even deadlier than the most destructive weapons. And that was something that both EuroCorp and Korporat18 knew very well. By depriving their enemies from information, they would gain an edge. As such, there was an unending effort by both parties to send spies to the other and to find and kill the enemy spies.
In one mission, Anya was in EuroCorp territory, following orders to infiltrate a base and hack their main computer. It shouldn't be that much of a problem, since it was a small base. But they never expected that they would be ambushed...
The second they got inside the base, they were greeted with heavy gunfire. It was heavily guarded, and they knew that they were there. It was a massacre. Nothing could be done. Anya watched, hopeless, as her squad was wiped, in a bloody massacre. Their bodies pierced by bullets and energy projectiles, as their bodies fell on the ground, lifeless.
Even those who tried to fight back, getting behind cover couldn't save themselves, as they fell on the ground, blood getting out from their ears, eyes, mouths and noses as the explosive chip destroyed their brains. Fortunately, or unfortunately, an energy projectiles, deflected by a metal wall, hit Anya on her neck, sending an almost lethal wave of energy through her brain and body, destroying the chip before it could kill her.
Deemed dead by both Korporat18 and EuroCorp, she was thrown on a common trench together with her old squad in the border of Russia and Europe, she awoke amidst the dead, cold and rotting corpses of the closest thing she had to friends. Terrified, wounded and in shock, Anya crawled out of the mountain of corpses, there was only one thing on Anya's shattered mind: survive.
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:
District 13
𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):
» EMXRAD Anti-material rifle
» Silenced SMG.
» "Third Eye"
Made specifically to be used with the Neuro-sensorial Augmentation - Perception augmentation, when activated by pulling the small pin on top of it, this small device starts to spin, emitting a very low frequency hum (only audible by those using an advanced hearing augmentation). In a 15m radius around the device, it creates the same 'perception field' that the augmented user has. Inside this zone, the user has the same type of 'augmented perception' that it would have if it was there right now. The Third Eye is also equipped with a small thermal charge, to destroy the device if anything goes wrong, or when the user completes its mission. It can be used either in the morning device or in a 'bullet type', to be fired by her rifle. The drawbacks of the bullet type is that it has only a limited range and it last for about 20 minutes before it runs out of battery and the thermal charge goes off.
While using a the Third Eye, the user can switch its 'focus' between the augment and the Third Eyes currently deployed. While focusing on the Third Eyes, the perception range on the user's augment is lowered due to the amount of processing power needed to maintain a large amount of Third Eyes running at the same time and filter all the data received. The augment's passive perception field range scales down according to how many Third Eyes are currently deployed. While a small amount (one to four) lowers the user's augment range to 25m, a medium amount (four to eight) reduces it even further, to 15m. When more than eight Third eyes are deployed at the same time, the user's passive perception range is lowered to only 7m. While under these specific circumstances, any Third Eye within a 35m area suffers severe interference from Anya's augment, rendering them useless.
» Regular combat knife.
» Silenced SMG.
» "Third Eye"
Made specifically to be used with the Neuro-sensorial Augmentation - Perception augmentation, when activated by pulling the small pin on top of it, this small device starts to spin, emitting a very low frequency hum (only audible by those using an advanced hearing augmentation). In a 15m radius around the device, it creates the same 'perception field' that the augmented user has. Inside this zone, the user has the same type of 'augmented perception' that it would have if it was there right now. The Third Eye is also equipped with a small thermal charge, to destroy the device if anything goes wrong, or when the user completes its mission. It can be used either in the morning device or in a 'bullet type', to be fired by her rifle. The drawbacks of the bullet type is that it has only a limited range and it last for about 20 minutes before it runs out of battery and the thermal charge goes off.
While using a the Third Eye, the user can switch its 'focus' between the augment and the Third Eyes currently deployed. While focusing on the Third Eyes, the perception range on the user's augment is lowered due to the amount of processing power needed to maintain a large amount of Third Eyes running at the same time and filter all the data received. The augment's passive perception field range scales down according to how many Third Eyes are currently deployed. While a small amount (one to four) lowers the user's augment range to 25m, a medium amount (four to eight) reduces it even further, to 15m. When more than eight Third eyes are deployed at the same time, the user's passive perception range is lowered to only 7m. While under these specific circumstances, any Third Eye within a 35m area suffers severe interference from Anya's augment, rendering them useless.
- If an experienced hacker gets his hands on it while active, it can be used to pinpoint the user's location, and to disable the Third Eyes currently deployed temporarily. It would take around 5-8 minutes to the user to reestablish the connection with all the Third Eyes currently deployed.
- The device type needs to be manually activated and placed.
- Unlike the augment, it is vulnerable to active jamming devices, EMPs (EMPs grenades would disable the device for about 10 to 15 minutes, and continuous EMP devices would function similarly as an active jammer) and cloaking devices, allowing those cloaked by the jammer device to be basically 'invisible' while inside the Third Eye's effective radius.
» Regular combat knife.
𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:
» Military-grade scout overcoat - Made of a variety of materials, including carbon nanotubes, this Overcoat is one of the best choices in lightweight, low profile protection. It offers a decent protection against blades, energy weapons and ballistic weapons.
𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:
Necessary augmentations for her to fulfill her role of infiltrator and sniper.
» Neuro-sensorial Augmentation - Perception
» Subdermal electromagnetic pads
» Infiltrator class full body modification
» Neuro-sensorial Augmentation - Perception
A very delicate and expensive surgery, it gives the user enhanced spatial perception, eyesight and the ability to process and calculate information faster, greatly improving its reaction time and making it way easier to calculate information such as distance, to make the perfect shot. Other than its offensive use, this augmentation also gives the user basically 360° perception, creating a 'perception field' in a small area (30m) around the user where it's aware of any human, AI or android inside this area and aware of its movements. Due to numerous reasons, mainly due to it's high cost, extremely invasive surgery, users of this particular augmentation are rather rare.
» Subdermal electromagnetic pads
Incredibly powerful, subdermal energy pads on the user's hands and feet. It allows the user to climb any surface thanks to its high powered electro-magnetic pulses.
» Infiltrator class full body modification
Full body modification. The infiltrator class modification replace the user's bones with lightweight, synthetic ones and replaces its muscles with stronger, artificial ones, in order to maximize their effectiveness. While the weight reduction can prove to be a big disadvantage in CQC, it is invaluable for scouts and snipers, which need utmost silence and agility in order to infiltrate dangerous areas. One side effect of the bone replacement is that the user's movements become much smoother and completely silent as the carbon alloy reduces friction on the joints. Due to this side effect, the user needs to basically relearn how to walk and move its limbs again, requiring a full rehabilitation after the soldier is successfully modified.
𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:
Since Anya is considered dead, she can't have an account. Her contractors pay her by giving her temporary accounts with the specified value on it.
𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:
» Anya doesn't remember anything about her life when she used to work to Korporat18.
The Future is Now.
The Future is Now.
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:
Natalia Zima
𝙰𝚐𝚎:
23
Gender:
Female
𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:
Freelancer.
𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:
Her surname fits her incredibly well. Zima, as in winter
A hair as white as the moon and with a skin as white as the snow, people often say she was just a step away from albinism when she was born. With a well developed body, she is quite the eyecandy. Her fondness for revealing clothes only make it even more apparent. She would be perfect, only if it wasn't for her cybernetics.
But again... There are some who only find her even more attractive thanks to it.
A hair as white as the moon and with a skin as white as the snow, people often say she was just a step away from albinism when she was born. With a well developed body, she is quite the eyecandy. Her fondness for revealing clothes only make it even more apparent. She would be perfect, only if it wasn't for her cybernetics.
But again... There are some who only find her even more attractive thanks to it.
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:
Most of the time, Natalia is absorbed in her own world, listening to music. That gave her quite the reputation, again, fitting with her surname. But in reality, Natalia can be quite friendly. Loving a good talk, if you're able to draw her attention so she stops listening to her music, you'll find a very intelligent and interesting woman, showing that her body isn't the only interesting thing about her.
But is not everyone that gets to see that intelligent and interesting side of Natalia. The side that others usually see is the logical, cunning and mischievous woman. With a tongue as sharp as her cybernetic claws, she very often finds a way to get that what she wants. Those who tried to mess with her often found themselves in a very bad situation.
If you manage to make her open herself to you, you'll find that she is a very affectionate woman. A bit possessive and jealous with her boyfriends, but still, very affectionate.
But is not everyone that gets to see that intelligent and interesting side of Natalia. The side that others usually see is the logical, cunning and mischievous woman. With a tongue as sharp as her cybernetic claws, she very often finds a way to get that what she wants. Those who tried to mess with her often found themselves in a very bad situation.
If you manage to make her open herself to you, you'll find that she is a very affectionate woman. A bit possessive and jealous with her boyfriends, but still, very affectionate.
Clever • Cunning • Vengeful • Affectionate
𝙱𝚒𝚘:
Natalia was originally born into a pretty wealthy family. Without having to care about anything really, she enjoyed her youth dedicating her life to her love to music. Going to concerts practicing, attending to high society parties and events... Everything was good, until she start loosing her hearing. Music was everything to her and her parents didn't had enough time to care about her problems.
After falling into desperation, Natalia gathered all the money she could gather from her concerts and allowance from her parents in order to hopefully, fix her hearing.
Resorting to the black market, she found her first Augmentation. The B.A.T-02 Hearing augmentation. It worked, albeit too well. That augmentation wasn't suited as a simple thing, to be used by normal civilians. Natalia didn't know at the time, but it had multiple military uses...
Reaching the adolescence, Natalia's hate towards her never present parents reached it's pinnacle. Abandoning the classical music that her parents liked so much, Natalia began to go to races and nightclubs, using her musicals talents to become a famous DJ, especially due to her age, looks and obviously, her wealthy family.
But things weren't all that ok. Even though she was seen as the black sheep of the Zima family, she was still from a very wealthy family. And everyone knows that the world spins around money. Be it bloody money or honest money, it didn't matter. Money was money. And what better way to blackmail someone then taking out what they valued the most. To most families, it was their children, it didn't matter how rebellious they were. Natalia was marked, and she would soon realize that fact.
After being kidnapped, her captors cut both her hands and feet, sending them to her family in order to blackmail them. After they were successful, they simply threw Natalia on the streets, wounded and bleeding. By sheer luck, Natalia survived, but that experience would change her life completely...
The years passed, and Natalia found something as good as music to her. After multiple augments and multiple contracts, she was faster, stronger, deadlier... She wasn't someone to be messed with anymore. Diving deeper and deeper into the dark side of the corporate world as an information broker, her goals weren't that superficial as money. She wanted blood. She never forgot what was done with her. She wanted those who were responsible for that, she wanted all those who would do such things with an innocent girl...
After falling into desperation, Natalia gathered all the money she could gather from her concerts and allowance from her parents in order to hopefully, fix her hearing.
Resorting to the black market, she found her first Augmentation. The B.A.T-02 Hearing augmentation. It worked, albeit too well. That augmentation wasn't suited as a simple thing, to be used by normal civilians. Natalia didn't know at the time, but it had multiple military uses...
Reaching the adolescence, Natalia's hate towards her never present parents reached it's pinnacle. Abandoning the classical music that her parents liked so much, Natalia began to go to races and nightclubs, using her musicals talents to become a famous DJ, especially due to her age, looks and obviously, her wealthy family.
But things weren't all that ok. Even though she was seen as the black sheep of the Zima family, she was still from a very wealthy family. And everyone knows that the world spins around money. Be it bloody money or honest money, it didn't matter. Money was money. And what better way to blackmail someone then taking out what they valued the most. To most families, it was their children, it didn't matter how rebellious they were. Natalia was marked, and she would soon realize that fact.
After being kidnapped, her captors cut both her hands and feet, sending them to her family in order to blackmail them. After they were successful, they simply threw Natalia on the streets, wounded and bleeding. By sheer luck, Natalia survived, but that experience would change her life completely...
The years passed, and Natalia found something as good as music to her. After multiple augments and multiple contracts, she was faster, stronger, deadlier... She wasn't someone to be messed with anymore. Diving deeper and deeper into the dark side of the corporate world as an information broker, her goals weren't that superficial as money. She wanted blood. She never forgot what was done with her. She wanted those who were responsible for that, she wanted all those who would do such things with an innocent girl...
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:
District 13
𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):
» Suppressed SMG
» Perception Denial Modular Grenade
Fancy name for a simple concept. It's basically an EMP, flash bang and smoke cluster Grenade. Effective for denying vision of both androids and humans. It has a rather prolonged effect and it's very small. Natalia carries a good amount of those with her.
» Perception Denial Modular Grenade
Fancy name for a simple concept. It's basically an EMP, flash bang and smoke cluster Grenade. Effective for denying vision of both androids and humans. It has a rather prolonged effect and it's very small. Natalia carries a good amount of those with her.
𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:
» Military-grade combat vest - Made of a variety of materials, including carbon nanotubes, this Overcoat is one of the best choices in lightweight, low profile protection. It offers a decent protection against blades, energy weapons and ballistic weapons.
𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:
When Natalia saw herself slowly loosing her hearing, she decided to make her first modification. After she was almost killed by a hitman, she got the other ones.
» B.A.T-02 Hearing Augmentation
» Cybernetic hands and feet
» Stalker full chassis modification
» B.A.T-02 Hearing Augmentation
A very delicate surgery, it gives the user greatly enhanced hearing capabilities, tonte point that the user is able to use echolocation. In order to make full use of this implant's capabilities, two extensions to better capture the sounds are added to the user's skull, resembling bat ears, made of a material resembling skin. These artificial ears function exactly like normal ears, with small artificial muscles, allowing an 360° movement range, again, similar as a normal bat. In order to connect them with the brain, it uses the auditory canals, covering the user's ears with a dome, and connecting the artificial bat ears directly to the brain. Due to many reasons, mainly due to it requiring an extremely invasive surgery and the fact that it can be a double edged sword, users of this particular augmentation are rather rare.
» Cybernetic hands and feet
These artificial hands and feet are specially made for combat. Durable, strong and deadly, with sharp talons and claws, they can inflict heavy damage on both humans and androids by using strong electrical currents running through the talons and claws ends, making them able to cut through even the thickest platings given enough time. Other than just combat, these claws also allows the user to easily climb even vertical walls.
» Stalker full chassis modification
Full body modification. As the name suggests, this modification almost crosses the border between what is considered human and what isn't. Replacing both bones and muscles by low weight, high powered artificial variants, the user gains a massive boost in strength and agility. Low friction joints give the user smoother movements and the ability to move in complete silence. As an unique addition to the Stalker chassis, it includes an adaptive cloaking device.
𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:
Around 1800$.
𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:
The Future is Now.
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“Sorry kitten! I'll try to not play too roughly next time.”
B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N
Name: Coralie
Alias: 'Cora'
Age: Uncertain. She doesn't remember anything about her past, including her real age. Appears to be around 17-18.
Gender: Female
Type: Cat Demon
Abilities
Cat Demon - With the best of the both worlds, Coralie has the dexterity, senses, agility and speed of a cat, and the strength of a demon. Her tiny body makes her an even more troublesome opponent, being hard to hit and having deceptively strong blows for her size. Her sharp senses though can be both a blessing and a curse. Loud, high pitched noises can make her dizzy and even inflict pain, extremely strong smells can also confuse her and she is vulnerable to spells and magics to bind and restrain demons.
Flicker - Illusion magic. Coralie can create a duplicates of herself to confuse her attacker or her target. Those duplicates are mere illusions, and cannot hurt or even touch anything. They are exact copies of Coralie. These illusions can be used in a myriad of ways, including the move she calls 'Flicker', which consists in creating a duplicate of herself while using Flash Step at the same time, creating an effect akin to an 'prolonged' afterimage. The copy created still functions like a normal copy, being able to move & etc.
Flash Step - A high speed movement consisting in a short burst of extreme speed. Although it is extremely fast, she cannot change direction or use it for long periods of time, due to the strain it puts on her body (specifically her muscles, bones and especially her lungs and heart heart), effectively creating a small 'cooldown period' of approximatedly 10 seconds between each 3 flash steps.
Stalk - Hybrid between her natural phisiology and illusion magic. She can visually blend into the environment, providing perfect camouflage, as long as she is not running.
Trickery - An interesting spell. Although its completely incapable of hurting anyhting, it perfectly embodies a trickster's persona.
This skill is basically a sensory illusion, being able to do things such as project Coralie's voice to a different location, a tap or a shove on someone's back coming from nowhere or very superficial scratches. While completely unable to inflict any type of serious damage and apparently without any practical use other than annoy and irritate others, this ability is simply perfect for psychological warfare. When used together with her Stalk and Flicker abilities, Coralie can either remain unseen while taunting, distracting, while simultaneously creating an incredibly unsettling, demoralizing and perturbing situation if her target is alone, use it to demoralize and distract a particular target if he is in a group (maybe even separate him from said group) or she can use her copies to throw fake, feint attacks on a single person or in a group while taunting them, forcing them to be in a constant state of full alert, stressing them out and wrecking their nerves.
Loki's Claws - Other than being able to cut through most things and even put a serious dent or scratch on a common blade, Coralie's claws have another interesting effect...
They are able to completely ignore certain types of spells such as barriers, portals, illusions & etc. Only considerably strong spells are able to withstand her claws (but even those need to be renewed from time to time as it will grow weaker as she continues clawing the same spot until it tears a hole on them). This particular effect, makes her even tougher to restrain and catch, while also making it rather annoying to defend against her attacks since one cannot rely on magical barriers.
P H Y S I C A L A P P E A R A N C E
Aura color: Appears to have no aura while in her true and human form, but while on her 'enraged form' her aura is of a dark red color.
True Form
Height: 5'24"
Weight: Hey! That's not something you should ask...
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair Color: Aqua
Hair Style: Braided Pigtails or simply loose.
Description:
With only a petite 5'24", a light, tiny and slim body type actually make her look like a small household animal or a pet, the long, fluffy tail and her heavy french accent only accentuates her charm. The only thing that might be a bit frightening to look at are her claws and her sharp teeth, but due to her petite and cute physique, those things are often overlooked. Under her deceptively frail appearance, hides quite a feral beast. Those who seen her angry immediately regret the decision, and often even think how did they even find that thing 'cute'.
Coralie doesn't wear too many clothes, she absolutely despises formal dresses and things that do not let her move freely, often preferring to wear a simple top and shorts.
But the most striking things she wear are an steel collar with a small metallic spike in front of it and metal shin guards ending in a rather exotic pair of high heels. Coralie is unable to take off the collar, she doesn't remember who put it, what exactly it is or even why she can't take it off, its simply there.
The shin guards are quite an antiquated thing to wear. Wearing armor was simply ridiculous on that day and age, but it was undeniable that the set of shin guards and the high heels were incredibly fashionable. Striking and unusual, but still beautiful.
Her high heels are adorned with sharp, hook blades right on the tip.
A little known fact about her is that her feet resemble those of a cat, including having rectractable claws, but since she uses her high heels most of the times, only a handful of people know that.
Height: 5'25"
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair Color: Dark red
Description: Coralie's 'Warrior Form' could be better described as an 'Enraged Form', as Coralie only rarely is in this form since she mostly fights in her true form. This form could be described as something much more 'demonic' and feral. In this form, she is much more menacing, looking much less like a pet and more like a beast. Her tail and hair loose their aqua coloration and instead take the same color as her aura, a dark red color and her teeth become noticeably bigger.
Height: 5'25"
Description: Coralie's human form is basically a 'humanized' version of her true form. Hiding her tail, claws, feet and ears, she looks exactly like a young teenager in her human form. Ironically enough, even though her appearance is one of a human's she still has a lot of her feline habits, thus making her being considered 'weird' by other humans. She tries her best to supress her feline nature, but most of the cases she isn't very successful.
P S Y C H O L O G Y
Personality:
Coralie is normally very friendly and outgoing. She might look shy or reserved at first glance, but don't let that fool you. Even if she doesn't start a conversation, she would love to have someone to talk or be near her.
She has no problems in being alone, even enjoying being by herself sometimes. But if she wants to talk to someone, she won't be the one to start the conversation, instead making herself present around others, waiting to someone to come to talk to her or give her some attention. Call that one of her (many) whims, but its just the way she is... If she is ignored by a long period of time, she will start doing things to make others notice her, such as pranks, provoke them & etc.
Talking about her whims, it may not come as a surprise, but Coralie can be very whimsical and mischievous sometimes. Suddenly changing her mind and even being rather unpredictable with her thoughts or actions. Actions that might make total sense to her, often might appear strange or unnecessary to others.
Despite her cute appearance and diminutive size, Coralie is quite dangerous. Nobody knows why, maybe its something related to her demon nature, but she doesn't seem to have the same 'morals' that a normal human has. Sure, she will not simply attack someone, but if something happens and she needs to kill someone, she won't show not even a single drop of hesitation or remorse after doing that, almost treating that as a joke or a game.
But don't let those scary looking claws or her sharp teeth scare you... Let me tell you a secret: Coralie loves to be petted. Going as far as acting just like a cat would. She can be surprisingly sweet and cute around someone that she took a liking to. Coralie tends to 'bond' with certain people. If you're good enough to her, she will be around you more often, let you pet her more often, listen to you and show her affection more often.
Due to her diminutive size, Coralie has a small complex about her size. If someone is playing with her or only jokingly provoking her, she won't make much of it, but one warning: never use derogatory nicknames regarding her size if you're being serious...
Likes:
Meat / Fish
Sweets
To be petted
Dislikes:
Vegetables
Arrogant/annoying people
To be made fun of or being underestimated because of her size. - Pretty self explanatory. It is something that makes her incredibly irritated and angry. Coralie has no problems with friends or close ones jokingly provoking her & etc. But if someone looks down on her because of her size, she gets really irritated.
Fear:
To be caged or chained - Coralie has a deep fear of being caged, chained or loose her freedom. Its so severe that Coralie would rather kill herself if she realizes that she would never be able to escape.
Greatest Hope:
Finding a place where she is welcome, a place where she can call home and people who understand her and won't hate her just because she is a demon. Maybe even finding a special someone to be by her side.
Habits:
Hissing, purring, her tail's position & etc.
Hobbies:
Sometimes she enjoys stalking and playing tricks on people while invisible, or simply stalking someone out of curiosity.
H I S T O R Y
Coralie's past is as uncertain as her origins. Aside from her heavy french accent, there are no other clues about her past other than the mysterious collar on her neck. Whenever she tries to think about her past, she simply can't think straight. Its almost like if there is a wall of mist preventing her to remind her past. While she is certain that the necklace certainly is a key to knowing her past, she doesn't care about it that much.
Other people would be obsessed about their past and try to learn about it at all costs, but not Coralie... She simply ignores that fact, instead just doing whatever she feels like doing. She doesn't have a 'house' of her own or a fixed home, instead always hanging around on inns or lodges. Despite her incredibly unusual looks, she is often seen almost like a 'pet' on these places if people are able to ignore the fact that she is a demon.
Even though Coralie never stayed in one place for too long, she has been living with the dark kitsunes for a while now, as they have no problems with who she is and treat her incredibly well. The fact that the dark kitsunes she is living with are basically elders of her kind and she is just a rebellious teenager to their eyes can cause some small conflicts sometimes, often ending with Coralie just walking away.
O T H E R A D D I T I O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N
Other:
Coralie doesn't like being in her human form. She finds it somewhat uncomfortable.
Secret Word: Moonlight (was the old secret world XD)
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Lilac Linwood
Basic Information
Name: Lilac Linwood
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Species: Faun (deer)
Physical Appearance
Height: 1,56m (5'11)
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Blonde
Hair Style: Wavy, shoulder length.
Appearance:
Lilac, as her name suggests, is as delicate as a flower. With only 1,56m, her tiny stature only contributes to make her even cuter.
Lilac is from a faun subspecies, having deer features instead of the more common goat ones, including her horns, nose and ears.
Her torso is partially covered by a thin layer of brown, spotted fur, starting just below her breasts. Unlike her goat siblings, Lilac's fur is very short, giving her a very smooth, silky texture. The fur covering her bottom half follow the same style.
Lilac always lived in the woods, away from big cities and such, together with her small tribe. Her usual choice for clothes are a thin, comfortable top and a skirt, in order to not restrain her movements. Since she used to live in a forest, Lilac hates to wear heavy and uncomfortable clothes, often choosing to wear just the absolutely necessary. Between other fauns, Lilac has no problem showing her own skin, but gets a bit embarrassed in doing so when amongst other people. For that reason, she chooses to wear a few more articles of clothing other than just a bra top and a skirt, opting for a short, cotton tunic, a scarf and sometimes gloves.
Personality
Lilac is a quiet and shy girl at first, but once you earn her trust and she starts to feel comfortable around you, she can be surprisingly sweet and happy. It is very hard to see her in a bad mood or without a serene expression. Lilac is very inquisitive, curious and interested in learning everything she can. She may not start a conversation, but if you're doing something that she doesn't know, or sparks her interest, she will approach and watch you carefully. Due to that, she makes an excellent student and pupil.
Due to the fact that she lived in a forest since she was a child, she is not used in being in very crowded spaces, and feels very uncomfortable. The fact that she didn't have many opportunities to meet humans and other races, she is very curious about them, but at the same time, she doesn't know how they will react to her and her appearance.
It may sound incredibly surprising, but Lilac is very interested in romance. She enjoys reading romance books and is deeply curious about how it is to be in love. But all she knows about that comes from books, so she is very naïve and inexperienced. She gets flustered easily and does not know how to answer to romantic advances and has problems in conveying her feelings or get the attention of the one she is interested in.
Belongings
- A small, handcrafted leather bag she uses to carry her belongings.
- A leather notebook, containing many annotations of nature magic, herbs, potions and witchcraft. It's the same notebook that the witch that lived in the forest gave her when she started instructing her.
- A small assortment of natural herbs, vials and a mortar and pestle. Although it is small and easy to carry, it can't be used to make overly complicated potions without a proper setup (a fire & etc.) and it is mostly used to make small quantities.
Psychological Bits
Likes:
Sweets and vegetables
Singing and dancing (even though she only does so when no one is nearby)
Overall just being near nature
Dislikes:
Meat
Being scared (she gets scared very easily)
Crowds
History
Even as a child, it was clear that Lilac was special. Since very young, she had a unusual connection to the nature. As she grew up, it became even clearer that she had an innate aptitude to nature magic. This untapped potential could be very beneficial not to just her, but to the entire forest and to everyone as well. Coupled with her sweet personality, the other fauns knew she would do only good.
As soon as she was old enough, they sent her to a small coven of witches that lived in the center of the forest. These witches had a long, friendly relationship with the fauns, as these witches took care of the forest along with them.
There, Lilac was instructed on how to write, read and in the basic of magic and witchcraft. Her curious and inquisitive personality only made it so she learned what the witches had to teach her even faster. As she grew, her curiosity grew with her, to the point that the witches couldn't teach her anymore. If she wanted to continue learning about her powers and the world around her, she would have to do something she never did before... Leave the forest and go to an academy... The Hikari Ryodan Academy. There, as the witches said, she would find people who were more able to answer the questions she had. Lilac knew it wouldn't be easy, and she was honestly afraid, but there was only one path to follow.
Abilities
Faun Physiology - Even though her arms are not that strong (in fact, being rather fragile), her legs are extremely strong. One of her kicks is very devastating if she hits someone. Her faun physiology also gives her many advantages regarding common humans, such as: Enhanced senses (smell, hearing, vision...), night vision, agility, dexterity and speed. Due to her powerful legs, traversing difficult terrain and even climbing mountains is very easy for her. Coupled with her small frame, it makes her very difficult to catch, due to her agility, speed and the ability to leap very well.
Horns - Unlike the horns of her satyr cousins, it's not suited for combat, and its just for looks. It can break, but it will grow up again in a week or so if she feeds herself well.
Nature Magic - Lilac was born with an innate aptitude in nature magic, but she has still to learn how to use her powers. Her previous training with the forest witches gave her some instruction. Although she is still inexperienced, she can use it to a multitude of things, including binding and constricting enemies with roots (She is not yet capable of using thick and strong roots to break bones or kill anything. The maximum she can do is constricting them enough so they can't move. If she is able to constrict their throats, she can make them unconscious.), using thorns and vines to cut and pierce (while very painful and debilitating, its hardly lethal.) and even make flowers and other types of plants grow.
Feats like opening crevices on the ground by using powerful roots, constricting a person enough to break its bones and even kill it or other things are still far too advanced for her.
Nature communication / Animal Empathy - Lilac is able to sense the overall well-being and conditions of their immediate environment and natural setting. She is physically, emotionally and mentally synched with the environment around her, Allowing her to perceive and understand not only what happens in nature but if it is in harmony with natural order. A naturally tree falling or predator catching their prey in a near by forest would be felt by her, leaving her feeling calmly relieved. Unnaturally, would leave her sickened.
Although its completely useless in a combat situation, its very useful for providing information about the forest's health.
Empathic Voice - Although Lilac has not realized that she has this power yet, when singing, she is able to calm down both wild creatures and others who can hear her voice. Seeing as how she hasn't realized that she has this power yet, she doesn't know about it, but she can actually manipulate other's emotions to a certain extent with her songs. The fact that she never sings to others (because she is too shy to do so), makes it even harder for her to realize this power.
Skills
- Herbal knowledge: Lilac has vast knowledge about herbs. She is able to make healing and invigorating potions, potions to help others to sleep & etc. She cannot do overly complicated potions due to her inexperience and lack of proper materials and instruments. In order to do those potions, Lilac also learned which plants are poisonous and how to extract them, but she doesn't like to make poisons, because it serves no other purpose other than to hurt and kill.
- First aid: Although she is not a medic or a surgeon, Lilac can treat most common wounds such as cuts, bruises and even broken bones.
- Fighting: Every faun knows how to fight to a certain extent. Lilac's strong legs can be used to deal quite the damage by using her speed and her muscles. Even though fighting is always the last resort for Lilac, if it comes to this point, you should do better to stay away from her hooves...
Additional Information
The coven was located inside the hollow trunk of a big and old oak. The smell was very familiar to Lilac, the smell of moss, of wood, earth, potions and herbs all mixed together, creating an unmistakable fragrance. Even though fauns are remarkably wary of strangers, the relationship they had with that particular coven was very good. The first contact between the coven and the fauns were when the witches asked them for certain herbs to make potions to make plants grow. While wary at first, the fauns had no reason to deny that request. With time, both parties came to completely trust one another. The forest was a home for both of them, they lived in harmony with the forest, so there was no reason that they couldn't live in harmony with themselves.
As Lilac approached the big oak, she breathed deeply, making a satisfied expression as she felt that familiar and nostalgic smell. The area around the witches tree was replete of vegetation. Ranging from herbs and bushes to all the flowers she could think about. She often liked to go there and lay down on the field of flowers to relax and play, but that day, she wasn't there to play. As she skipped through the flower field, she couldn't help but feel a bit nervous... It was that day, after all, the day of her final farewell to the witches that taught her for so long. She had prepared herself mentally and emotionally since the last week.
As Lilac knocked on the heavy wooden door, she sighed once more, shaking her head and gently slapping her cheeks.
"It's all going to be fine. I just need to be calm." she thought to herself.
"My dear! Finally here, are you? You took more than the usual... Couldn't wake up on time, eh?" A very familiar voice came from inside the tree, together with slow, but steady sounds of steps coming towards the door.
As the door opened, it revealed an old woman with a kind and warm smile, waiting for Lilac with open arms.
"Grandma!" The young faun girl said. Skipping happily and hugging the old woman. Her grey hair was adorned with a multitude of colored beads. Her very skin smelled like herbs and flowers. The old woman really passed the image and feel of a kind grandma. That woman was the one responsible for teaching Lilac since she was 6 years old. Even though she wasn't related to her by blood, the young faun considered her as a member of her family, she had a special affection for the old woman. She was her grandma. Always with a kind smile on her face, an endless patience and always ready to answer Lilac's questions.
As the faun girl hugged the old woman, she couldn't help but let some tears roll down her face. She would miss that smile, that smell... She would miss the happy expression that the old woman did whenever Lilac succeeded in making a different potion or using nature magic. Maybe even more than her parents...
"Oh, my dear... You will get your new scarf dirty!" The old woman said, gently wiping the tears from the girl's face.
"There is no need to cry. I may be old, but these old bones still have a lot of strength and vigor on them! Don't worry, I will still be here if you wish to visit me!" the old woman said, tapping her biceps with a laugh.
"I... I will miss you so much..." The girl said, with a sad smile. The mixed emotions that ran through her mind were clear to the old woman. Excitement and happiness, eager to see and learn new things, but at the same time, sadness for what she would leave behind and nervousness to what she would need to face. She could read Lilac as clear as a book.
"Both you and I know that there is only one path to follow, Lilac. And don't worry. I know that you are confused, it's normal to be, don't worry! It's normal to feel all those emotions on this situation." The old lady continued, gently taking the faun girl's hands and taking her to a rustic wooden table, making her sit down on the chair near it as she walked around the hollow tree, moving with calculated precision as she picked a multitude of different herbs that were carefully stored on glass vials along the walls, grinding them on a mortar and pestle and putting them on a kettle to make a tea.
"I taught you well, my child. I know how capable you are. That's why I'm sending you to the academy. You will see many new things, learn new things, meet new people. And I know that you are excited and happy for that. You don't need to be worried about me. I promise you, I will be here when you return." The old woman said, as she finished doing the tea.
"Here, drink this. Can you tell me what herbs are in this tea?" The old lady asked, looking to Lilac with a mischievous expression. It was an old game they always did together.
"Hmm~!" Lilac said with a smile, as she got the cup of tea on her hands, sniffing its pleasant fragrance.
"Lavender, chamomile, lemon grass..." She said, before taking a long sip.
"Ginger root... but there is something more... right? Its really tasty but I can't really recognize what it is." The girl continued, drinking the tea with a smile on her face.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to tell it by the taste. It's ginseng!" The old lady said laughing.
"Besides being energetic and invigorating, do you know what it is used for?" The old woman asked, with a mischievous smile.
"Grandma!" Lilac said, shocked and blushing. She knew very well what ginseng was used for.
"Don't be like that! Who says you won't find a good looking boy for you on the academy?" The old lady said, laughing, aware of how much the faun liked to read the romance books on the small library she had.
"I'm happy to see that smile on your face again, my child. That is how you should feel. There is a big journey in front of you, you should be excited!!" The old lady continued, walking to the other side of the room, getting a leather bag filled with many things and a paper envelope.
"I made it myself! Who says I'm just good at making potions, right?" the old lady continued, with a smile.
"It has everything you might need for your journey. Your notebook with all your annotations, some vials, herbs and a mortar and pestle. This is a gift from me and all the other witches for you so you don't forget us." She said, handing her the bag and the envelope.
As Lilac opened the envelop, she read the letter's contents...
Dear Miss Lilac,
You have been accepted into Hikari Ryoden Academy, the semester starts soon,
so please notify us with an answer of your intention of coming. We truly hope to see you here!!
Headmaster.
"Thank you, for everything grandma... I will never forget you." The girl said, getting up and hugging the old lady, after putting the bag over her shoulders with a satisfied and happy expression.
"Go now, Lilac. The academy is waiting for you." The old lady said to the young faun, with a kind smile, waving her hands as the young and eager faun jumped and ran, excited to the new things that she would see from now on.
As Lilac approached the big oak, she breathed deeply, making a satisfied expression as she felt that familiar and nostalgic smell. The area around the witches tree was replete of vegetation. Ranging from herbs and bushes to all the flowers she could think about. She often liked to go there and lay down on the field of flowers to relax and play, but that day, she wasn't there to play. As she skipped through the flower field, she couldn't help but feel a bit nervous... It was that day, after all, the day of her final farewell to the witches that taught her for so long. She had prepared herself mentally and emotionally since the last week.
As Lilac knocked on the heavy wooden door, she sighed once more, shaking her head and gently slapping her cheeks.
"It's all going to be fine. I just need to be calm." she thought to herself.
"My dear! Finally here, are you? You took more than the usual... Couldn't wake up on time, eh?" A very familiar voice came from inside the tree, together with slow, but steady sounds of steps coming towards the door.
As the door opened, it revealed an old woman with a kind and warm smile, waiting for Lilac with open arms.
"Grandma!" The young faun girl said. Skipping happily and hugging the old woman. Her grey hair was adorned with a multitude of colored beads. Her very skin smelled like herbs and flowers. The old woman really passed the image and feel of a kind grandma. That woman was the one responsible for teaching Lilac since she was 6 years old. Even though she wasn't related to her by blood, the young faun considered her as a member of her family, she had a special affection for the old woman. She was her grandma. Always with a kind smile on her face, an endless patience and always ready to answer Lilac's questions.
As the faun girl hugged the old woman, she couldn't help but let some tears roll down her face. She would miss that smile, that smell... She would miss the happy expression that the old woman did whenever Lilac succeeded in making a different potion or using nature magic. Maybe even more than her parents...
"Oh, my dear... You will get your new scarf dirty!" The old woman said, gently wiping the tears from the girl's face.
"There is no need to cry. I may be old, but these old bones still have a lot of strength and vigor on them! Don't worry, I will still be here if you wish to visit me!" the old woman said, tapping her biceps with a laugh.
"I... I will miss you so much..." The girl said, with a sad smile. The mixed emotions that ran through her mind were clear to the old woman. Excitement and happiness, eager to see and learn new things, but at the same time, sadness for what she would leave behind and nervousness to what she would need to face. She could read Lilac as clear as a book.
"Both you and I know that there is only one path to follow, Lilac. And don't worry. I know that you are confused, it's normal to be, don't worry! It's normal to feel all those emotions on this situation." The old lady continued, gently taking the faun girl's hands and taking her to a rustic wooden table, making her sit down on the chair near it as she walked around the hollow tree, moving with calculated precision as she picked a multitude of different herbs that were carefully stored on glass vials along the walls, grinding them on a mortar and pestle and putting them on a kettle to make a tea.
"I taught you well, my child. I know how capable you are. That's why I'm sending you to the academy. You will see many new things, learn new things, meet new people. And I know that you are excited and happy for that. You don't need to be worried about me. I promise you, I will be here when you return." The old woman said, as she finished doing the tea.
"Here, drink this. Can you tell me what herbs are in this tea?" The old lady asked, looking to Lilac with a mischievous expression. It was an old game they always did together.
"Hmm~!" Lilac said with a smile, as she got the cup of tea on her hands, sniffing its pleasant fragrance.
"Lavender, chamomile, lemon grass..." She said, before taking a long sip.
"Ginger root... but there is something more... right? Its really tasty but I can't really recognize what it is." The girl continued, drinking the tea with a smile on her face.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to tell it by the taste. It's ginseng!" The old lady said laughing.
"Besides being energetic and invigorating, do you know what it is used for?" The old woman asked, with a mischievous smile.
"Grandma!" Lilac said, shocked and blushing. She knew very well what ginseng was used for.
"Don't be like that! Who says you won't find a good looking boy for you on the academy?" The old lady said, laughing, aware of how much the faun liked to read the romance books on the small library she had.
"I'm happy to see that smile on your face again, my child. That is how you should feel. There is a big journey in front of you, you should be excited!!" The old lady continued, walking to the other side of the room, getting a leather bag filled with many things and a paper envelope.
"I made it myself! Who says I'm just good at making potions, right?" the old lady continued, with a smile.
"It has everything you might need for your journey. Your notebook with all your annotations, some vials, herbs and a mortar and pestle. This is a gift from me and all the other witches for you so you don't forget us." She said, handing her the bag and the envelope.
As Lilac opened the envelop, she read the letter's contents...
Dear Miss Lilac,
You have been accepted into Hikari Ryoden Academy, the semester starts soon,
so please notify us with an answer of your intention of coming. We truly hope to see you here!!
Headmaster.
"Thank you, for everything grandma... I will never forget you." The girl said, getting up and hugging the old lady, after putting the bag over her shoulders with a satisfied and happy expression.
"Go now, Lilac. The academy is waiting for you." The old lady said to the young faun, with a kind smile, waving her hands as the young and eager faun jumped and ran, excited to the new things that she would see from now on.
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Nenetl
Basic Information
Name: Nenetl Nenetl
Age: 19 (technically, over 490)
Gender: Female
Height: 1,68m
Race: Witch / Shaman
Physical Appearance
Nenetl's appearance is quite something. Wearing a skin tight black shirt to hide her chest and abdomen, which are covered by tribal tattoos, her uncommon ritualistic robes adorned with feathers, beads and decorations made of bone and even a necklace made of the same material give her an incredibly exotic appearance, coupled with her skin tone and the unusual way her hair is tied, with two bronze decorations ending in two crescent blades. The black lipstick and makeup coupled with her unusual eyes make her even more exotic.
Her choice for clothes is certainly unique. Hailing from the deepest parts of the Central American jungle where few dare to go, she favors light clothes and doesn't wear shoes as she prefers to feel the earth with her bare skin. When necessary, she wear shoes made of cloth, similar to bandages.
Standing at 1,68m, Nenetl has a curvaceous and gracious body, but beneath her smooth skin, she hides well toned muscles giving her an exotic beauty.
Personality
Nenetl is a strong woman. The way she walks, her expression... All that contributes to the strong aura she emits. It's undeniable that she had quite an impacting presence. Be it because of her appearance or her personality, its almost impossible to ignore her.
Regarding her personality, Nenetl is rarely in a bad mood. Although she is a serious woman when she needs to be, amongst friends, she is rather easygoing and enjoys a good conversation, even though sometimes she might prefer being alone.
Belongings
- Animal Leather Pouch and Bone Dagger: Inside the animal leather pouch on her belt, there is a thin, needle like bone dagger, carved with an intricate pattern. Made of an unusually strong bone, it is used both for rituals and as a backup weapon.
- Crescent Pendulum: Previously, it was the head of a big ritualistic axe, used for executions and blood offerings. Now, she uses it with a strip of silk as a weapon and as a medium for her rituals.
History
The Aztec empire. One of the biggest and bloodiest empires of the pre Colombian civilizations, flourished on a soil bathed by gold and blood, it's safe to say that the amount of blood sacrifices and bloodshed due to the conflicts between empires was enough to alter the flow of magic on that location. The native shamans and mages already knew about that, and often used that abundance of magic due to the favorable geographic location to make their empires prosper even more. In their endless greed for more gold and power, the flow of magic, the souls of the dead and the spirits of the land started getting out of control... Even though all those sensitive enough to the supernatural could tell that, the human greed knows no boundaries... As the blood flowed through the stone steps, bathing their temples and the soil... The very thing that made that empire flourish, was just one small thread away from sending it back to nothing. When other civilizations from beyond the sea came, invading that earth and bringing their greed with them and completely slaughtering the Aztecs, the land could take no more. It was at the brink of catastrophe... Ignoring their own lives and their own kin's, a group of shamans conducted a ritual in one of the last temple that wasn't completely destroyed by the invaders, sacrificing their own lives and a pure child's life to try and contain the huge outburst of magic.
There is where Nenetl's story begins...
Nenetl was the youngest child of a long lineage of shamans. Born and raised in a place teeming with magic, it was only natural for her to have an incredible affinity to it... Even though she was just a child, the fact that she was a shaman gave her much more importance than a common person. Raised in a prospering civilization, everything couldn't be more perfect. The Aztec empire seemed to be unbeatable. But everything changed when the Spaniards invaded. With their powerful guns, the powerful Aztec swords, spears and their mighty warriors were useless... Their cunning tactics and powerful weaponry far surpassed anything the Aztecs could even imagine... Even though the bloodshed was not strange to Nenetl, as she already did blood sacrifices even when young, there was another thing going on that left the powerful Aztec shamans unable to do anything to answer to the Spaniard invasion...
After years and years of blood sacrifices, conflicts and rituals, bathing the earth with blood, the flow of magic became too strong and distorted. In order to contain an outburst of magic, there was only one thing to do...
Ignoring their own empire, their own kin and forfeiting their own lives, the shamans opted to do what they should have been doing for a long time... Their negligence in fulfilling their duties of maintaining the balance to favor their own empire was finally taking its toll...
On the day that the ritual would be performed, Nenetl was not afraid, nor sad, instead she displayed no emotions. Now with 18 years, she knew deep down inside that it was time to pay for not only her negligence, but the other shamans as well. As they made their procession to the top of the pyramid, their expressions were of shame and guilt. They were the only ones accountable for that disaster. Blinded and consumed by their own greed, the time to pay the price had finally come...
One by one, the ceremonial axe descended, cutting their heads clean off as their blood bathed the stone steps. From older to younger, they would sacrifice themselves, then the remaining shamans would swiftly take out the deceased's heart, placing it on a bowl together with the others. One after another, they silently fulfilled their duties until Nenetl was the last one remaining.
Nenetl knew that her part was the hardest one. She would have to quickly take out her own heart and place it on the bowl before dying.
Ironically enough, the one to pay the heftiest price, was the youngest one, who wasn't nearly as guilty as the older ones...
Holding the ceremonial bone knife pointed to her chest, Nenetl looked up, to the sun shining over their heads, as if it was patiently waiting for the ritual's completion. She was nervous not with her death, but with the ritual. She didn't know if she would be able to deal with the pain and complete the ritual...
"Tonatiuh, give me Nanauatzin's determination, help me to complete the ritual..." Nenetl said, in a prayer to the god of sun and the previous god of sun, who had sacrificed himself in a fire so that the sun should continue to shine over the world.
As Nenetl plunged the dagger into her chest, she screamed with pain. She could feel it piercing her chest, forcibly cutting her arteries, carving a path around her heart.
"Just... a... bit... more..." She thought to herself, as she struggled to stay conscious although she was already feeling her arms and legs loosing their strength.
It didn't matter how much she tried, the loss of blood was too much as she found herself without strength to even keep herself standing up, falling on her knees...
She opened her mouth in a silent lament as her voice failed her. Crawling towards the stone bowl where the other hearts were, tears rolled down her face. She failed. She had no strength left to even hold the dagger anymore...
As she fell on the ground to her last breath, the bowl fell off the sacrifical table, bathing her with the blood of the other shamans, as their hearts fell over her. The ritual failed. The ensuing magic outburst would be enough to wipe the entire Aztec territory off the map...
Her vision, red with the blood of the very shamans who created her started to become dark. The last thing she could see and hear was the sun on the sky and a thunderous crack as the pyramid opened beneath her, sending her to what would be her cold, stony tomb.
"...failed..." Nenetl thought with her last breath...
A long time passed, the Aztec empire was forgotten, everything that they did, everything that they were was now lost to the ages, together with the ruins of the pyramid Nenetl died... The ruins, forgotten and untouched for centuries, were still there, exactly how they were over four hundred years ago.
Amongst the ruins, covered with plants and skeletons, Nenetl opened her eyes once more, with a panicked gasp. Where the dagger once were on her chest, now was covered with an intricate tattoo, glowing with a faint blood red color and covering all her abdomen.
Dizzy and confused, the first thing she did was to get out of the ruins. After a long time moving the stones she was finally out.
Surrounded by a forest, she looked up, only to see the sun once more. Exactly the same way it was when she 'died'.
Right at the entrance of the ruins, the ceremonial axe's head stood there, completely untouched by the time, side by side with the ceremonial bone dagger she plunged into her chest centuries ago...
Nenetl didn't know what happened on the day she died, but she was alive once more. Standing over the grass, feeling the sun kissing her skin... She still remembered the pain, the shame and guilt she felt... They were all too real, but even though... she was there, standing up, breathing... alive.
Getting the bone knife and the ceremonial crescent axe head, she stumbled through the forest, wearing the same clothes she was wearing on the day she 'died'... This time, she wouldn't fail...
There is where Nenetl's story begins...
Nenetl was the youngest child of a long lineage of shamans. Born and raised in a place teeming with magic, it was only natural for her to have an incredible affinity to it... Even though she was just a child, the fact that she was a shaman gave her much more importance than a common person. Raised in a prospering civilization, everything couldn't be more perfect. The Aztec empire seemed to be unbeatable. But everything changed when the Spaniards invaded. With their powerful guns, the powerful Aztec swords, spears and their mighty warriors were useless... Their cunning tactics and powerful weaponry far surpassed anything the Aztecs could even imagine... Even though the bloodshed was not strange to Nenetl, as she already did blood sacrifices even when young, there was another thing going on that left the powerful Aztec shamans unable to do anything to answer to the Spaniard invasion...
After years and years of blood sacrifices, conflicts and rituals, bathing the earth with blood, the flow of magic became too strong and distorted. In order to contain an outburst of magic, there was only one thing to do...
Ignoring their own empire, their own kin and forfeiting their own lives, the shamans opted to do what they should have been doing for a long time... Their negligence in fulfilling their duties of maintaining the balance to favor their own empire was finally taking its toll...
On the day that the ritual would be performed, Nenetl was not afraid, nor sad, instead she displayed no emotions. Now with 18 years, she knew deep down inside that it was time to pay for not only her negligence, but the other shamans as well. As they made their procession to the top of the pyramid, their expressions were of shame and guilt. They were the only ones accountable for that disaster. Blinded and consumed by their own greed, the time to pay the price had finally come...
One by one, the ceremonial axe descended, cutting their heads clean off as their blood bathed the stone steps. From older to younger, they would sacrifice themselves, then the remaining shamans would swiftly take out the deceased's heart, placing it on a bowl together with the others. One after another, they silently fulfilled their duties until Nenetl was the last one remaining.
Nenetl knew that her part was the hardest one. She would have to quickly take out her own heart and place it on the bowl before dying.
Ironically enough, the one to pay the heftiest price, was the youngest one, who wasn't nearly as guilty as the older ones...
Holding the ceremonial bone knife pointed to her chest, Nenetl looked up, to the sun shining over their heads, as if it was patiently waiting for the ritual's completion. She was nervous not with her death, but with the ritual. She didn't know if she would be able to deal with the pain and complete the ritual...
"Tonatiuh, give me Nanauatzin's determination, help me to complete the ritual..." Nenetl said, in a prayer to the god of sun and the previous god of sun, who had sacrificed himself in a fire so that the sun should continue to shine over the world.
As Nenetl plunged the dagger into her chest, she screamed with pain. She could feel it piercing her chest, forcibly cutting her arteries, carving a path around her heart.
"Just... a... bit... more..." She thought to herself, as she struggled to stay conscious although she was already feeling her arms and legs loosing their strength.
It didn't matter how much she tried, the loss of blood was too much as she found herself without strength to even keep herself standing up, falling on her knees...
She opened her mouth in a silent lament as her voice failed her. Crawling towards the stone bowl where the other hearts were, tears rolled down her face. She failed. She had no strength left to even hold the dagger anymore...
As she fell on the ground to her last breath, the bowl fell off the sacrifical table, bathing her with the blood of the other shamans, as their hearts fell over her. The ritual failed. The ensuing magic outburst would be enough to wipe the entire Aztec territory off the map...
Her vision, red with the blood of the very shamans who created her started to become dark. The last thing she could see and hear was the sun on the sky and a thunderous crack as the pyramid opened beneath her, sending her to what would be her cold, stony tomb.
"...failed..." Nenetl thought with her last breath...
A long time passed, the Aztec empire was forgotten, everything that they did, everything that they were was now lost to the ages, together with the ruins of the pyramid Nenetl died... The ruins, forgotten and untouched for centuries, were still there, exactly how they were over four hundred years ago.
Amongst the ruins, covered with plants and skeletons, Nenetl opened her eyes once more, with a panicked gasp. Where the dagger once were on her chest, now was covered with an intricate tattoo, glowing with a faint blood red color and covering all her abdomen.
Dizzy and confused, the first thing she did was to get out of the ruins. After a long time moving the stones she was finally out.
Surrounded by a forest, she looked up, only to see the sun once more. Exactly the same way it was when she 'died'.
Right at the entrance of the ruins, the ceremonial axe's head stood there, completely untouched by the time, side by side with the ceremonial bone dagger she plunged into her chest centuries ago...
Nenetl didn't know what happened on the day she died, but she was alive once more. Standing over the grass, feeling the sun kissing her skin... She still remembered the pain, the shame and guilt she felt... They were all too real, but even though... she was there, standing up, breathing... alive.
Getting the bone knife and the ceremonial crescent axe head, she stumbled through the forest, wearing the same clothes she was wearing on the day she 'died'... This time, she wouldn't fail...
Abilities/Skills
Shamanism - Nenetl is a shaman, a bridge that links this world to the spiritual world. She is able to sense spirits and see the spiritual world (limited precognition or retrocognition)
Using dances and sacrifices (often using a drop of blood, either her own or someone else's), she can conjure minor spirits such as elementals to strengthen her own body and physical capabilities, imbue her weapon with elemental energy and even change the weather.
Nenetl is also able to make spiritual contracts either with spirits. Although spiritual contracts are a hard and lengthy thing to do, requiring some preparation, they cannot be violated by any means. These contracts can do many things, but they need to be accepted by either parties. As a basic rule of any spiritual contract, it cannot create anything out of nothing. It can only link, transfer or bind.
All in all, there are a lot of things that Nenetl can do, but she always need to offer a sacrifice (a drop of blood would suffice for minor spirits such as the ones to strengthen her body, her physical abilities and most elemental spirits) and if she tries to conjure a powerful spirit, she needs to give something more, since the spirit itself will demand an equal exchange.
Dealing with powerful spirits (differently from elemental spirits) its incredibly tricky, since they are intelligent and if you do something wrong, including messing up the ritual they can and will possess the shaman.
By projecting her spirit out of her body (her body enters a coma like state) she is able to directly interact with the spiritual realm, and effectively 'spirit walk', going as far as temporarily sealing someone's magic.
While in combat, Nenetl can use this ability when directly touching someone, sending a pulse of spiritual energy from her soul in order to seal a target's magic abilities for a small period of time.
Other
- Nenetl (pronounced Nenet) in Nahuatl means "Doll" or "Idol".
- Part of Nenetl's tattoos can be seen even over the black shirt as they glow with a faint, but noticeable blood red color.
- She loves chocolate, coffee and pepper. She doesn't know exactly why, but those things are certainly her weak spot.
Ehri Khan
B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N
Name: Ehri Khan
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race:Human
D E T A I L E D I N F O R M A T I O N
Appearance: Due to her clan's strong genetic lineage, she inherited her clan's characteristic strong body and facial features despite her tall build. So while not being as 'light' as the elves, she is much stronger and resistant than them. Having a natural cold resistance due to the mountain climate means that Ehri doesn't have that much problem dealing with cold. Coupled with her need to be able to move herself freely, the clothes she wear offer protection on the necessary areas such as legs, arms and neck, but leave other places uncovered to give her a good mobility giving her quite an unique style, fitting with how others from the Old Blood clan wear themselves.
O C C U P A T I O N A L A N D F I G H T I N G A B I L I T I E S
Occupation: Tamer/Hunter/Skinchanger
Equipment:
- Developed by the hunters from her clan, this unusual recurve, composite bow is made not only with wood, but mostly with animal horn and sinew bound together with animal glue (a type of glue made by boiling skins, bones, tendons, and other animal tissues for a prolonged time) giving it a formidable power despite it's relative small size compared to the common long bows. It has strength, reach and maneuverability but it's complicated construction means that it needs a special care if it ever breaks or if the string snaps (as it's made of sinew) It can be used with maximum efficiency even while riding a horse due to it's compact size.
- A strange and uniquely shaped sword almost resembling a sickle or a hook is used by the members of the Old Blood clan. This blade, although compact, has a brutal cut due to it's superior handling, speed and it's curved edge but it suffers with a shorter range compared to normal longswords.
- "Bag" made of horse leather: Instead of a 'bag' it's more like two long pieces of horse leather, which she wraps around themselves turning them into a type of bag and on the night she unrolls them, to use it as a sleeping bag and a small tent for one person only.
Hunting Animals:
- Ehri actually raised this male Harpy Eagle since it was a little chick. After killing it's mother near Elvish territory, Ehri found it on it's nest. Knowing that Harpy eagles raise only one chick per 2-3 years, Ehri took it and choose to raise it herself.
After it grew up, it became an unusually big eagle. With a wingspan of around 240cm and weighting around 12kg, it's a threat even to humans with it's sharp and strong claws.
- Isa was the first beast that Ehri tamed. Her clan has an old tradition of coming of age for every hunter. In this tradition, the hunter needs to prove that it's capable by taming a wild beast to be it's companion by his life. On Ehri's case, this ceremony almost ended in tragedy, as the Dire Wolf she tried to tame attacked her and she had to kill it by herself. After a lenghty fight, both Ehri and the wolf were exhausted and were unable to fight. Alone in the cold and harsh mountains, both wolf and human had no other option but work together to stay alive, as they couldn't possibly hunt by themselves. Recognizing each other's strenght, they ended up creating a strong bond.
Isaz is a female Dire wolf, weighting around 70kg, a fearsome creature able to easily surpass a human in height when standing up on it's hind legs.
Fighting Style:
- Hunter's Dance: Being a 'dance' only in the name, it's a style of combat focused on dealing with dangerous enemies in close combat. It's name come from the gracious motions and footwork the hunter does while analyzing it's target's movements and dodging it's attacks, waiting for a chance to attack while it relies on the hunter's experience and agility to dodge or block it's opponent's blows. It focus on getting close in a fraction of a second in order to prevent an oncoming attack while delivering brutal and deep blows with her Khopesh. Although this style is famed for ending combats in a burst of speed, it can actually drag the battle for a good time before actually doing anything, depending on how experienced the enemy is and due to the fact that it assumes the hunter will be in disadvantage and even a single mistake can prove to be fatal. It's sudden change of pace when the hunter stops analyzing the target and goes for the kill very often catches enemies unaware, be them humans or animals. Albeit optimal for one on one fights, this style has problems in dealing with multiple enemies at the same time or enemies using fighting styles with multiple, fast hits which can easily overrun the hunter especially if such fighting style doesn't give the hunter an opening big enough for him to get closer.
- Marksmanship: Using the advantages her clan's Bow has over other traditional bows, Ehri can use it from long range or in a medium range, using her agility and it's maneuverability in something akin to a 'combat archery' style of sorts, keeping herself only barely out of reach from her enemies while always moving, even using kicks and her knees if someone gets too close from her or even to stun her enemies, followed by an arrow to finish them off. While effective, she still has problems fighting against blades in very close range since she can't defend or parry attacks with her bow or with her legs.
P E R S O N A L
Talents/Skills:
- Tracking: As a hunter, tracking her prey is vital to her own survival. Getting away from her can prove to be a very difficult task, as her agility and capability of following her prey in almost any terrain ensures she will eventually reach them.
- Survival skills: Nature is not kind, especially to those living in the cold and harsh mountains where even a tiny mistake can lead them to their potential death. Every herb, plant or part of an animal can be used either to help her heal her wounds or potential food in time of crisis.
- Taming/Animal Empathy: An old tradition from the Mountain Clans. Every hunter has it's beast, that accompanies him to combats and hunts.
Magical skills:
- Skinchanger: An old, forgotten type of magic passed by tribal clans since the dawn of humanity, it allows Ehri to not just enter the mind of her beast, but 'share' it's body, controlling it. While doing so, her normal body is completely vulnerable, as she cannot move herself. The bad side to this is that Ehri is also vulnerable to her beast's instincts and primal desires such as hunting & etc. so it takes a good deal of control to be able to 'discern' where the beast's mind ends and the hunter's one begins.
- One Mind, One heart: By using her skinchanger ability, Ehri can link her mind to her beasts', allowing her to see what they see, feel what they feel, communicate with them while being distant from the same even without 'entering' their body. This ability basically shares her senses between her beasts and vice versa having an almost complete awareness of the battlefield as long as her beasts are in the same location as she is. The downside, apart from the hunter itself having to deal with the same primal desires and instincts it's animal has is that if the hunter's beast is wounded, the hunter will feel the pain itself.
- A Hunter's Offering: According to the old customs of the clans, it was believed that if a hunter kills a particularly strong beast, upon consuming it's meat and completing a ritual where the hunter extract's the beast's soul stone and grinds it together with a bowl of it's blood, the hunter itself would receive the beast's strength and positive attributes. While only a tale by some, to a select few members of the mountain clan, who have traces of the old blood within their lineage, they can heighten their senses by doing so. Until now, Ehri has done this ritual with only a few animals: A Dire Wolf and an Eagle. Giving her a Wolf's sense of smell and hearing and an Eagle's eyesight. Since she has already has two different animal aspects inside her, it's highly improbable she will be able to have a third one.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Although she is quiet, serious and used to spending a lot of time alone with only her beasts, Ehri is a very strong woman and has equally strong opinions. She certainly isn't someone that you would like to mess with. She can have a bit of trouble conveying her feelings to others & stuff like that, but if you can earn her trust, she will show you her respect and hold you in high regard as a valuable companion.
Even though she can be rather difficult to approach, Ehri can be rather warm to those who can break through her outer shell. Sure, don't expect her to speak like a teenager and be always bubbly, but if you're looking for someone that will always be there, for a fierce companion who would never betray you, she is your girl.
Even though she can be rather difficult to approach, Ehri can be rather warm to those who can break through her outer shell. Sure, don't expect her to speak like a teenager and be always bubbly, but if you're looking for someone that will always be there, for a fierce companion who would never betray you, she is your girl.
B I O G R A P H Y
On the cold, harsh mountainous regions on the far north of the Empire, an old clan dwells. They who still follow the old customs, paying respect to the nature and the old gods never had a name for themselves nor felt the necessity of having a specific name for their clans as they all had old blood running through their veins, but others came to call them as simply the 'Old Blood Clan'. It's said that they've mastered the skills to live in such a harsh environment and can tame wild and fearsome beasts living with them harmoniously. Nobody knows how much of that is actually true and how much is mere rumor since only very few are brave enough to go to the cold and harsh mountainous regions that they call home. Only very few have seen the valley hidden amongst the mountains and even fewer were invited on their 'town'... But now those secrets will for ever remain as nothing but secrets and rumors...
The Old Blood Clan never even had a chance to fight against the creatures from the shadowlands. They were accomplished hunters, some even called them 'predators' as they surely would have no problems hunting even other men, but they couldn't do anything when the sky fell down. Their city made mainly with wood and leather, following the customs of the old men stood no chance against the flaming rocks from the sky. Hunters and beasts alike fell victim to that tragedy. The very same valley that were their home made the perfect grave for their clan. There wasn't any way to escape and the sole survivors were only the few who were doing their come of age ceremonies. Without home, without anyone but a few others with the same blood, they tried, unsuccessfully rebuild their clan. But sadly enough, things would go from bad to worse very quickly when the creatures from the shadowlands started going berserk...
They could handle the creatures due to their training, but they were in severe numeric disadvantage. Like water hitting the stone, the few hunters started getting tired and weaker, until they had to flee... Abandon the land of their ancestors and their fallen friends and families and live as nomads. When Varrian Lionheart unified the old nations, they really had no choice on the matter. Just like what they ancestors did to survive on those harsh mountains, they had to either adapt themselves or perish. And so the nomadic tribe of the Old Blood started making part of the Grand Empire. Albeit it was very rare to see one of the Old Blood, it was easy to distinguish them. Completely adapted to a nomadic lifestyle, they made their homes in large and sturdy, yet portable tents made of leather and wood and always had a wild animal with them. Even living together with others on the Grand Empire, they still preserved their culture and followed the old ways, preserving some of the mysticism and the mysterious aura that was how the other nations saw them.
It is undeniable though that with each generation, the blood of the first men gets thinner and thinner on the remaining survivors of the clan, yet there are rumors amongst them that there are still some who have inherited the abilities from their ancestors. Some say that on this time of crisis, the old blood running through their veins, foreseeing the danger of completely extinguishing itself got stronger, others say that the gods of old still watch for them and some say that they weren't the ones with old blood in their veins and their union with other nations with the same traces of blood ended up in strengthening that ancestral bloodline...
The Old Blood Clan never even had a chance to fight against the creatures from the shadowlands. They were accomplished hunters, some even called them 'predators' as they surely would have no problems hunting even other men, but they couldn't do anything when the sky fell down. Their city made mainly with wood and leather, following the customs of the old men stood no chance against the flaming rocks from the sky. Hunters and beasts alike fell victim to that tragedy. The very same valley that were their home made the perfect grave for their clan. There wasn't any way to escape and the sole survivors were only the few who were doing their come of age ceremonies. Without home, without anyone but a few others with the same blood, they tried, unsuccessfully rebuild their clan. But sadly enough, things would go from bad to worse very quickly when the creatures from the shadowlands started going berserk...
They could handle the creatures due to their training, but they were in severe numeric disadvantage. Like water hitting the stone, the few hunters started getting tired and weaker, until they had to flee... Abandon the land of their ancestors and their fallen friends and families and live as nomads. When Varrian Lionheart unified the old nations, they really had no choice on the matter. Just like what they ancestors did to survive on those harsh mountains, they had to either adapt themselves or perish. And so the nomadic tribe of the Old Blood started making part of the Grand Empire. Albeit it was very rare to see one of the Old Blood, it was easy to distinguish them. Completely adapted to a nomadic lifestyle, they made their homes in large and sturdy, yet portable tents made of leather and wood and always had a wild animal with them. Even living together with others on the Grand Empire, they still preserved their culture and followed the old ways, preserving some of the mysticism and the mysterious aura that was how the other nations saw them.
It is undeniable though that with each generation, the blood of the first men gets thinner and thinner on the remaining survivors of the clan, yet there are rumors amongst them that there are still some who have inherited the abilities from their ancestors. Some say that on this time of crisis, the old blood running through their veins, foreseeing the danger of completely extinguishing itself got stronger, others say that the gods of old still watch for them and some say that they weren't the ones with old blood in their veins and their union with other nations with the same traces of blood ended up in strengthening that ancestral bloodline...
Ehri Khan, just like many of her clan, although scattered through the Grand Empire, still use the old surname her ancestors used in the times before the starfall. Daughter of two hunters from the same Old Blood clan (which is quite rare, given how scarce the members from this old, forgotten clan are) Ehri was born and raised learning the old ways of the clan. Preserving the techniques and the culture of her ancestors, she is one of the few who inherited some of the forgotten abilities from their old clan.
When her parents died, victims of a mysterious disease, Ehri was alone in the world with only Isaz and Misha. Following her parent's footsteps, she choose to live the same way they lived, as a huntress. Starting with small jobs, although only a few people know her, they know exactly how good she is. Even in a young age of 20, few can match her skills, be with her bow or with her Khopesh, when she sets her eyes on a target, the outcome of that hunt is already decided.
Unlike other 'mercenaries' though, Ehri always worked more for the thrill of the hunt and her own survival than money, so she only takes jobs she wants. Even if someone offers her a decent reward, if she doesn't agree with the motives of said contractor, she won't accept the hunt. This sense of pride coupled with her skills and the fact that she is a Skinchanger from the Old Blood only serve to make it even harder for her to find 'jobs'. Common folk seem to avoid her and even some nobles or mages see her as either an object of study or a 'relic' from forgotten times and usually not taken seriously, at least until others see her skills personally. Due to the lack of knowledge regarding her people's culture, there are many rumors such as that she is part animal or that she eats like a beast & etc. Due to this and some other motives, Ehri often prefers to be discreet regarding her jobs and only accept a few ones.
But despite all the mysticism that exists regarding Ehri and her clan's very existence and origin, she is only known by a few who are very well informed. Maybe it's her own desire to not attract unwanted attention, or maybe it is because some people still don't see the ones who follow the old customs with good eyes, labeling them as savages or 'tribal', often only calling her as a last resort. A way she found to circumvent that problem was joining an adventuring company. After a quick search, she found about the name of the Bloodrose Irregulars. Joining them would to be the best option, since being the member of a well known adventuring company such as them would make it easier for her to get jobs and mostly wouldn't even care to know which hunter would complete their request since they trusted the Bloodrose Irregulars.
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC
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𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:
Nina Ruadh
𝙰𝚐𝚎:
21
Gender:
Female
Ocupation:
Information Runner, but actually does a little bit of everything.
𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:
Fiery red hair, hazel eyes and a delicately white skin coupled with an cute and pretty face, Nina is surely an eye candy. Standing at 1,68m, her athletic body has almost perfect dimensions, so much that it's almost that it was carefully calculated. An agile and compact build. While some say that it's not as pretty or 'alluring' as other women with big breasts and large hips, those who know how to look can see the beauty behind her body.
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:
Nina is a happy girl, despite everything that happened to her. Always with a smile on her face, she loves company, has a tendency to always see the good side of everything and is rather flirty regarding members of the opposite sex who earns her attention. Just like her hair though, she has quite the fiery temperament. With strong opinions, she isn't the type of woman who would go back on her own words or flee from an argument. Despite this fact, she is extremely smart and very rarely looses her temper enough to impair her logical thinking. Ironically enough, the best way to extract information from her is by being friendly. Around those whom she considers being her 'friends' she is sometimes careless regarding information that should be confidential.
𝙱𝚒𝚘:
Born in a relatively wealthy family, Nina was always an incredibly smart girl. Being gifted with both a healthy and athletic body and smarts, she quickly made a name for herself in the academic community due to her innovative ideas of using bioware technics, concepts and technology together with cyberware. Due to that, as soon as she graduated herself, she was almost immediately showered with offers to work in megacorps. The young Nina, not knowing how serious was working for a big megacorp, simply accepted the one that paid a good amount of money and gave her a bit of freedom for her to tinker with expensive tech without taking it off from her paycheck.
Fortunately for the big megacorp that hired her, Nina didn't care much at all about anything other than simply having enough money to buy all the high tech 'toys' (aka: very expensive and potentially dangerous stuff) to tinker with and to have enough free time for her hobbies (that, excluding things that were related to her work, included gymnastics, swimming & etc.) All in all, Nina was just a young, naive girl in the cruel, ruthless world of the megacorps. Being purposedly left in the dark regarding what the company was doing with her technology, for a relatively long time, she didn't really care that much. It wasn't like she didn't suspected her technology was being used in weapons (she even designed some weapons herself in her free time) but she never expected it would come back to bite her one day.
For a long time, Nina managed to live away from the dirt and corruption that were everywhere. Protected by the very megacorp she worked at as a way to keep her just as naïve and oblivious to what was happening and simply continue creating new tech, she only came to realize that there was something wrong when she was kidnapped one day when she was on her way to the work and ordered to reveal the secrets of her technology to a rival megacorp under gunpoint. Obviously, to have such valuable information given to others would potentially mean the downfall of any corp. So instead of trying to save Nina, they instead... tried to silence her by sending a samurai to get rid of her by exploding the building she was being kept hostage at.
The assassination was believed to be successful, resulting in a big explosion that was masked as an accident related with fuel/gas. Unknowingly to the samurai, Nina was somehow... still alive. Awakening after a long time unconscious, she found herself barely alive, bleeding profusely and unable to stand up. In shock, Nina tried to shout for help, but nothing came out from her mouth. Crawling her way out of the ruined building, she tried her best to get some help, but she passed out due to the blood loss the moment she got out of it.
Some time passed and she found herself waking up in a hospital bed. Fortunately for Nina, she somehow managed to survive, but not without grave injuries. Metal shrapnel and the explosion itself completely ruined her legs beyond repair, severing nerves and breaking her femur to multiple pieces. Multiple metal fragments had also penetrated her chest. Amongst them, two became deeply lodged within her heart, damaging it and making it able to work only with a fraction of its previous efficiency. Although she was not in risk of dying anymore, her condition was still... very bad. Walking was simply impossible due to her wounds and any physical effort would quickly cause further complications due to her debilitated heart.
The following months after the accident were incredibly tough for Nina. With her own body ruined, she spent all her savings in the black market. Getting tech now that she wasn't affiliated with a megacorp anymore and was believed to be dead wasn't that easy. After some time, Nina managed to rebuild her legs and replace her heart. Finally after months of agonizing mental and emotional torture, Nina could finally feel 'whole' again. All the nerve wrecking stress that had piled up those months was finally going away. But that wasn't the end of all that. Nina couldn't go back to her old life anymore. She wasn't supposed to be alive and she had just enough credit to feed her for a few month after all the modifications... The only two things she knew to do were parkour and gymnastics and being a cybernetic specialist. Selling her tech on the black market wasn't an option because she was afraid someone would recognize who she was so she turned to the only alternative that she had found... Working as an information runner... She knew that being an information runner in the underworld was a dangerous job, so she started training on how to defend herself. Unarmed combat by using her new legs and her speed, hand to hand combat with knife and marksmanship with the crossbow of her own design.
After all that happened, Nina wasn't a naïve, defenseless girl anymore... The accident, being kidnapped and living in the underworld changed her. She knew how cruel the world could be and she would do whatever she needed to do to survive. Little by little, she became known as a very reliable information runner, able to deliver even dangerous and highly sought after packages. The few people who tried something funny to her also were quickly dispatched, making those who knew her to not let her cheerful behavior and pretty face to fool them.
Fortunately for the big megacorp that hired her, Nina didn't care much at all about anything other than simply having enough money to buy all the high tech 'toys' (aka: very expensive and potentially dangerous stuff) to tinker with and to have enough free time for her hobbies (that, excluding things that were related to her work, included gymnastics, swimming & etc.) All in all, Nina was just a young, naive girl in the cruel, ruthless world of the megacorps. Being purposedly left in the dark regarding what the company was doing with her technology, for a relatively long time, she didn't really care that much. It wasn't like she didn't suspected her technology was being used in weapons (she even designed some weapons herself in her free time) but she never expected it would come back to bite her one day.
For a long time, Nina managed to live away from the dirt and corruption that were everywhere. Protected by the very megacorp she worked at as a way to keep her just as naïve and oblivious to what was happening and simply continue creating new tech, she only came to realize that there was something wrong when she was kidnapped one day when she was on her way to the work and ordered to reveal the secrets of her technology to a rival megacorp under gunpoint. Obviously, to have such valuable information given to others would potentially mean the downfall of any corp. So instead of trying to save Nina, they instead... tried to silence her by sending a samurai to get rid of her by exploding the building she was being kept hostage at.
The assassination was believed to be successful, resulting in a big explosion that was masked as an accident related with fuel/gas. Unknowingly to the samurai, Nina was somehow... still alive. Awakening after a long time unconscious, she found herself barely alive, bleeding profusely and unable to stand up. In shock, Nina tried to shout for help, but nothing came out from her mouth. Crawling her way out of the ruined building, she tried her best to get some help, but she passed out due to the blood loss the moment she got out of it.
Some time passed and she found herself waking up in a hospital bed. Fortunately for Nina, she somehow managed to survive, but not without grave injuries. Metal shrapnel and the explosion itself completely ruined her legs beyond repair, severing nerves and breaking her femur to multiple pieces. Multiple metal fragments had also penetrated her chest. Amongst them, two became deeply lodged within her heart, damaging it and making it able to work only with a fraction of its previous efficiency. Although she was not in risk of dying anymore, her condition was still... very bad. Walking was simply impossible due to her wounds and any physical effort would quickly cause further complications due to her debilitated heart.
The following months after the accident were incredibly tough for Nina. With her own body ruined, she spent all her savings in the black market. Getting tech now that she wasn't affiliated with a megacorp anymore and was believed to be dead wasn't that easy. After some time, Nina managed to rebuild her legs and replace her heart. Finally after months of agonizing mental and emotional torture, Nina could finally feel 'whole' again. All the nerve wrecking stress that had piled up those months was finally going away. But that wasn't the end of all that. Nina couldn't go back to her old life anymore. She wasn't supposed to be alive and she had just enough credit to feed her for a few month after all the modifications... The only two things she knew to do were parkour and gymnastics and being a cybernetic specialist. Selling her tech on the black market wasn't an option because she was afraid someone would recognize who she was so she turned to the only alternative that she had found... Working as an information runner... She knew that being an information runner in the underworld was a dangerous job, so she started training on how to defend herself. Unarmed combat by using her new legs and her speed, hand to hand combat with knife and marksmanship with the crossbow of her own design.
After all that happened, Nina wasn't a naïve, defenseless girl anymore... The accident, being kidnapped and living in the underworld changed her. She knew how cruel the world could be and she would do whatever she needed to do to survive. Little by little, she became known as a very reliable information runner, able to deliver even dangerous and highly sought after packages. The few people who tried something funny to her also were quickly dispatched, making those who knew her to not let her cheerful behavior and pretty face to fool them.
𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):
» Combat Knife
A normal, military type combat knife. Extremely sharp and reliable, but other than that, no special features.
» Custom made Crossbow
Semi auto, magazine fed crossbow built by Nina herself. The custom made parts and the exotic design makes it easy to wield and move around with. Silent, accurate and deadly, it boasts an unusually long range for a crossbow, being possible to use it even in long range shots without loss of accuracy due to the elongated barrel. All in all, it resembles a weird hybrid between a rifle and a crossbow.
𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:
» Lightweight armor plating resembling a suit. Aiming to offer a good protection without weighting down the user.
𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛ware:
- Speedware (Sandevistan) reflex booster + Boostmaster.
- Muscle & Bone Enhancement (Grafted muscle, bone and muscle lace.)
- Variable-Chambered Heart & Hemological Replacement.
- Gyro-Stabilizer.
- Bio-cybernetic legs (Made/modified by herself, based off speeding bullet legs) & Talon feet.
» Cyberware Explanation
Focusing more in speed and agility than brute strength, the main point of her bodily modifications is to further enhance what she was so proud of before suffering the accident that ruined her legs: her agility, dexterity, balance and speed. The talon feet give her legs a surprisingly high combat capability while also helping her to climb & run through difficult terrain.
The custom made legs are part cybernetic, part biologic. No one knows why she didn't just amputated her legs and simply made a fully cybernetic legs, some say it was just a whim. Maybe as a way to say she didn't completely loose her legs and technically, they were still her original legs, which she was so proud of.
While her legs aren't affected by EMPs or jamming due to their bio-tech design, they are significantly 'harder' to repair than normal cybernetic legs due to how complicated their construction is, requiring something akin to an 'operation' (unfortunately, Nina is basically the only one who knows how they were built so it's improbable that others can fix them). The fact that her own blood runs through the bio cybernetic legs only make things worse, as blood loss can and will be a problem if left untreated. The light armor she uses on her legs protect her against some things, but anything bigger than a smg will probably go straight through them.
Thanks to her variable chambered heart, hemological replacement and relatively fast metabolism, especially when running, toxins, poisons and drugs are incredibly effective on her, acting and spreading much faster on her body. Lack of oxygen can also become a problem to Nina, especially on areas with too much smoke.
Karina Frost
General Information
- Gender: Female
- Sexuality: Heterosexual
- Age: 21
- Home Nation: Half Hearing, Half Touch
Appearance
Penetrating green eyes, a delicate and elegant face and immaculately white skin and hair give Karina quite the unique and exotic appearance. Her body although small and apparently delicate hides a surprisingly agile, dexterous and flexible frame, fruit of her training. Usually wears an military style uniform with her hair tied and a cap. On formal occasions she unties her hair and prefers to wear dresses.
Bio
Karina was born out of the unusual union of a scholar from the Nation of Hearing and a general from the Nation of Touch. By the choice of her father, she went to live on together with her mother on her home nation as he wanted her to have a peaceful life, away from the chaos of war. On the Nation of Hearing, Karina would show her love for knowledge as her and her mother often passed their time studying together.
But unfortunately, having a life away from the was wasn't something that Karina would be able to enjoy for much longer... When she was only 10 years old, her mother fell ill with a very serious, contagious disease. Without any other option, Karina had to go to live with her father on the Nation of Touch.
There on the Nation of Touch, Karina's father became cold and even more distant, dedicating his entire time to his work trying to forget the pain from losing his loved one. Karina on the other hand was literally raised amongst soldiers and other high patent officers. Her education was already very good, in fact, it was better than most people, since she was herself the daughter of an scholar, but there were some things that her mother couldn't teach her in the pacifist Nation of Hearing. It was only natural that being so instructed and intelligent, she would learn certain military knowledge fast as she heard her father talking with other officers. But another one of those things was Fencing. After seeing two high patent officer sparring, she immediately fell in love with the Rapier. It didn't resemble violence, it was almost a dance. The way the officers moved almost effortlessly through the room, their rapiers singing as the edges kissed themselves... It was the perfect balance between violence and art. Since that moment, fencing became another one of Karina's hobbies, other than studying and debating with other officers about military strategies & etc.
As she grew older, as the General's daughter and after proving herself to be knowledgeable enough that not giving her a patent was deemed an absolute waste of talent, nobody dared to mistreat her. Known as the 'flower' of the military due to her beautiful looks and because she was always walking around the headquarters, either reading, talking with seasoned officers (often surprising her due to her intellect) or practicing her fencing, her influence grew both by her father's position and her patent.
Maybe because of her mixed blood or maybe due to her spending half of her life on the Nation of Hearing and the other half on the Nation of Touch, when Karina turned 15, a very unique magic awakened on her. Completely the opposite from the usual Tempraisionism magic that was common to the Nation of Touch, Karina was able to use the humidity and the cold on the air in various forms. Incredibly dangerous against other Tempraisionists due to her strength being their weaknesses, it was almost an irony that an officer from the Military of Touch having such magical talent... After that fact became known by the others on the Nation of Touch, she started being referred by some people as "The Ice Flower of the Nation of Touch".
Personality
Despite her nickname as 'The Ice Flower', Karina is actually not that cold when around friends. Enjoying a good conversation and often seen with a mysterious, but enchanting smile on her face, she is a real treat to look at.
Despite her quiet demeanor, she certainly has a very strong personality, maybe due to her father or to the fact that she was raised in the military, but her enchanting smile can turn into a real cold stare when angry and her cold but firm words are famous around the army for being able to frighten even a seasoned soldier.
When amongst other soldiers or in a combat situation though, Karina is almost a completely different person. Really living up to her nickname as the Ice Flower, she is practical, logical and cold both regarding strategizing or fighting herself.
Quirks:
Karina has a soft spot for sweets and hot beverages such as hot chocolate.
Skills
- Fencing: Karina developed her own style of fencing. More agile and elegant than the normal fencing, it's characterized by it's high mobility, deadly lunges, feints and extremely fast movements. While it lacks brute, raw strength, it more than makes up with agility and dexterity. Hence why the Rapier is the perfect weapon for her.
- Adept of Hearing: Just like her mother, Karina is an adept of hearing. Unlike her who used it for music and to distinguish the small difference in musical notes, Karina uses it in a much finer and complex way. By concentrating herself, she can go as far as hearing someone's heartbeats or their movements in order to be able to react much faster than she normally could.
- Natural Resistance to cold: Due to her magic and the fact that she trains so much with it, Karina developed a certain resistance to cold. Enough to allow her to use her magic for some time before she needs to stop.
Magic
Cryomancy:
Using the surrounding air temperature, or even her by lowering her bodily temperature, she can create ice in a myriad of ways. Be it creating blades made of concentrated ice to control through the air and cut her enemies, lowering the air temperature in order to counter Tempraisionists or even by lowering another person's bodily temperature in case she hits them with one of her ice blades or with her rapiers. Coupled with her fencing, it is incredibly dangerous as she can overpower opponents much stronger and tough than herself by lowering their bodies' temperature with each cut.
The drawback is that if the air temperature is high, she will have to resort to lower her own body's temperature and depending on how much time she does it, she can even pass out with hypothermia. Using clothes that preserve the bodily temperature like gloves, coats & etc. can allow her to use her magic even when the temperature of the air around her is a bit higher than the necessary for her to use her magic. In the other hand, when the climate is cold, Karina can use her magic almost freely.
Weaknesses
- Heat: Exactly the opposite from normal Tempraisionism, if the air around her is too hot (for example... if she is around a fireplace or something like that) She will need to use much more energy than normal to use her magic.
- Brute Strength: Karina is not that heavy or tall. In a contest of brute strength, she will most likely loose. This also means that if someone pins her down, she won't be able to get out by herself without resorting to magic.
- Too many blades: When creating concentrated ice blades, Karina can only create and maintain a maximum of 4 blades at the same time.
Equipment
Almost a piece of art, this rapier's blade was forged with an special method. It's dark red colored blade has an intricate pattern, formed naturally due to the way the steel was forged. It was a gift from her father when she became an officer. A little something he did trying to redeem himself for being such a distant father.
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