I was thinking of making a ten-year-old princess for the kingdom of Michael. I read over the profiles for Cordelia and Auberon and it seemed their mother died in childbirth. The way I was thinking, maybe he picked up a second wife, though you can decide whether she fulfilled the requirements of being a queen or just sort of a concubine, so that she could have my character. There could also be a chance that the original queen survived the ordeal, but was very weak and almost always bedridden, and then she sudden produced a child (The horror if she committed infidelity) or maybe the king had a fling while his wife was bedridden and had to accept her as his bastard child after the queen died.
(The second idea is a little cool, but I don't know anything about the late king :/)
Picture: (Quote): A soft spoken and reserved man, his desire to serve god, king, and country could rival that of some knights. Many of those that know his curse see him and wonder what his swift and terrible power could do if left unchecked, a few wonder what could have possibly occurred for him to be cursed with such a sinister "gift", and fewer still pity him, not just for his affliction, but for knowledge of the fact that he is a man that has long since forgotten the touch of another.
Name: Cain Argus Age: 28 Race: Cursed Human Role & Kingdom: Bishop of Raphael Ability & Weapon: Cain's curse causes any living matter that comes into contact with his skin to rapidly decay into dust. To be more precise, it acts as a siphon, draining away the victim's very life essence to add to his own, resulting in an increased lifespan based on how many years the creature grabbed had left in its natural lifespan. He typically wields a mace as his go to weapon
Biography: Unlike a few cursed individuals Cain's affliction came not from acquiring favor from a demon, rather from the actions of his own kin turning him into a bartering chip. His grandfather was a warlock, making pact after pact with all manner of demon and devil in exchange for greater power. At some point he lost track of all of the deals he'd made and found himself neck deep in debt. His solution? Offer up any and everything he could to get out of being dragged to hell. Artifacts were traded, favors done, and apprentices sacrificed, but no matter what was done it never seemed enough. Eventually he managed make a last ditch attempt to weasel his way out of losing his soul by offering up his firstborn grandchild to the demon that he'd done the most deals with in exchange for every other cost being dropped. There was a bit of a debate on what would happen to the then twelve year old Cain, but ultimately the demon settled on him being cursed rather than simply sacrificed or being used as a vessel. Cain, for his part, was completely unaware of what had transpired until one morning he tried to pet the family dog at breakfast only for it to turn into a pile of dust. This caused quite an uproar with his family to say the least, and after several doctor and church visitations word got out about the boy's lethal touch. Being that the town Cain lived in at the time was both superstitious and relied solely on crops and livestock, Cain found his family and himself driven out of town in rather short order to prevent everything being reduced to dust at his hands. For a little while the family eked out a living at the very edge of town, but as the years went by, it became increasingly clear that Cain's family desperately wanted to return to their old home. Their chance came in the form of a cleric from Raphael passing through to pass on the Good Word. After no small amount of pleading with the holy man Cain was left in the care of the church so that his family could return. It was there that he learned that his curse could be lifted by an angel if he could somehow gain favor, and it was with this knowledge that he began working as hard as he could within the church. His fervent desire to do good, devotion to the kingdom, and magical aptitude pushed him through the ranks of the clergy in a rather short period of time, with him being ranked as a bishop at the age of twenty six. He has held this rank for two years now, and, while he still has not yet gained the attention of any angels as far as he's aware, holds out hope that one day he can lift his curse. (Song) Click me
Appearance/Description (I like to visualize them in my mind): Brinley's skin is tanned over, as she is a immigrated foreigner. She has darkened freckles on her cheeks and her arms, alike to her father. Her chocolate-brown hair is thin and wavy. She usually keeps it in a loose and messy braid. You usually spot her in a pair of stained overalls and boots, as she works in the garden. Age:19 Race: Human (Southern/Outsider) Role & Kingdom: Gardener (Servant/Maid) Gabriel Kingdom Weapon: Small Dagger
Biography: Brinley was born in a small village with her family. She had grown their her whole life, and it was a self sustaining community. That was, until, the bandits raided. Its blurry vision to her, but she remembers running away with her father. Her mother was left behind in the raid, and was assumed dead. It wasnt long before Brinley and her father found civilization, in the Kingdom of Gabriel. Of course, things didnt go as smoothly as they hoped. It was hard to find a job in the kingdom, especially being "southern refugees." To make matter worse, Brinley's father got a habit of drinking, and was very ill. He passed away 2 years after from a drunk fight gone wrong. Brinley resorted into becoming a servant for the king.
@kkbird123 Hello, thank you for applying! Though I appreciate your creativity in writing a description of your character, there's a problem! Overalls are a modern garment - we're in times that are more medieval. Brinley would be wearing a dress, like any other female servant, and of course, boots. I do have another problem - the kingdoms are large, and encompass many villages and towns. So you wouldn't just be coming from a foreign town, you'd be coming from a foreign kingdom. The first "civilization" you'd come across wouldn't just be the kingdom of Gabriel out of the blue - you'd have to make it out of your own kingdom first. I'm not sure where you're going with the refugee thing, either. They aren't running from a war - just bandits - and I don't see how being from a foreign kingdom would be enough to warrant so much disdain from anyone. For these reasons, we can't accept your character. You're free to revise her if you really want to join, though!
I'm alive and ready to rumble. I mean, continue tending to the roleplay, answering questions, splitting up my responsibilities with my co-GM, and writing profiles. Though, I will have to do some of this after music lessons.
@AimeChambers -- You shouldn't have to worry about any of that because, reading over Cordelia and Auberon profiles, they are two different people from two different countries. Cordelia is from the Kingdom of Raphael as princess and Auberon is from the Kingdom of Raphael as king. They are two different families due to location and surnames. (I can understand if you got confused though -- though Auberon does cite a twin named Adeline within the profile while Cordelia's profile doesn't seem to give the name of her brother...)
So, if you wanted to make a princess of that age for the Kingdom of Michael, you can without having to change the mother! If you wanted to do such for the Kingdom of Raphael, you'll need to have the old king pick up a new queen. The queen for the Kingdom of Michael lived to become assassinated while the Kingdom of Raphael's queen died during childbirth.
Also, yes, go on and post Ainsley's profile in the character tab!
@MonsieurShade -- I like seeing this character back. Approved -- feel free to post his profile in the character tab!
Looking at Hadrian's angelic form it is not hard to see why he prefers to masquerade as a human.
Two large wings fold out from his back, shimmering like freshly fallen snow. His form is slightly hunched as if the wings weigh on him, yet he moves as if he feels no weight from them. His armor changes slightly, looking more like a mix between the armor and hooded robes. The armor also shifts coloration to a more muted brass coloration.
From beneath the drawn hood of the robes peers a masked face, and no indication of anything else. the mask his highly stylized with six eyes engraved into its otherwise smooth bone white surface, each one a different color than the others. Along the mask's edges are attached four brass rings, from which hang long strips of cloth, each covered in benedictions written in various runic alphabets, and at the end of which hang small bells that give off a present airy note whenever they move. Finally Light seems to essentially drip from him, like small sparks from a fire, slowly falling to the ground.
It should also be noted that he much prefers his Hard-Light spear as his primary weapon in this form
"The captain? Aye, hes a good man. Stern but fair, got himself a heart of gold locked away in a steel fortress. Still id follow him to whatever end is in store for us a hundred times without question."
Name: Hadrian Venisi Age: 34 Race: Angel (though he prefers to masquerade as a blessed human as to not attract any undue attention) Kingdom: The Kingdom of Michael Role: Knight Divine Ability: Light Manipulation, Hard-light constructs Weapon Ability: Swords and pole-arms Weapon: An Estoc, and (if needed) a boar spear made out of hard-light Biography: The Venisi were a house of minor renown on the brink of fading in to the history of the land, due to their minor wealth and the fact that the lord at the time had no heirs to speak of, not a single daughter or son graced his home, not for the lack of trying. Still he and his wife were beginning to grow older and the thought of children became that of remorseful dinner conversation, until Hadrian was conceived. He was an energetic boy in his youth, often running out into the forests and fields for hours. One day however he never returned. Panic gripped the lord's heart as he quickly thought of what to do. The next morning he was about to gather a party to search for his son, when against all odds the boy returned, a bit worse for ware but alive. The lord never knew what happened to him out there in the woods, but his son was changed, both in a behavior sense and displaying powers he never could before.
But the years marched on as they do, and Hadrian grew up. Soon his father sent him off to train with another minor noble's son in the capitol in the ways of combat. Hadrian was a quick study, quickly adopting unconventional weapons to gain an edge in combat (such as his Estoc, which became is go to weapon). He was also noted for his compassion among his years training under various knights and commanders. When he reached his 21 year he was officially knighted and given leave to return home for a time, a welcome relief for the young man. But as he neared his home he couldn't help but notice an inky black smoke hanging over the village that led to the manor where he had spent his childhood. With a swear he spurred his horse faster, closing the distance between him and the remains of what had been his home. Arrows an corpses dotted the approach, showing signs of a recent battle, with the burned out building serving as a clear sign of who lost. As he picked his way through the wreckage of a few houses, it seemed more and more obvious that the chances of finding any survivors were quickly draining away. The young Hadrian was about to give up when he spied something half buried under a collapsed wall. Acting quickly the young knight moved the charred wood to discover a small child laying face down in the soot. Scooping up the child he ascertained that she still had some life in her, and could be saved if he hurried.
Riding back to the capitol at a hard pace, he war relieved when the healers told him that the child would make a full recovery. Leaving her to rest and heal, Hadrian spent the next few weeks tracking down the perpetrators of the attack, spending many a sleepless night pouring over reports from the countryside for any indication of who could have committed such an act. He was nearing the end of his rope when he found what he was looking for, reports of a large group of bandits that had been ravaging the area for a time now. Apparently they were a former mercenary band that had a falling out with their former employers and had gutted them before the end of their contract, effectively blacklisting them from any honorable work again.
It would be two days before he was given leave to gather a group of fellows to hunt down the brigands, and surprisingly he spent those two days by the young girls side, talking to her, reading her stories, ensuring her wounds were healing properly, and so on. Even when the group was to set out he snuck in to the infirmary where she slept to see her, and give his promise that he would return unharmed. As they days wore on the knights tracked the band slowly, never gaining much ground on them, seemingly a step behind in every way, until the sun set on the seventh day. As they were stopping for the night, one of the knights noticed a glow emanating from a nearby cave. Upon inspection they were all surprised to learn that they had unintentionally stumbled upon the bandits encampment. Hadrian quietly told the others to wait for him as he drew his blade, giving each a comforting smile as he descended into the cave's mouth. What happened next is disputed even among those who were there, but one fact remains apparent, as soon as Hadrian disappeared a bright flash of light spilled out of the cave, like the rising of the morning sun, only to be followed by the screams of frightened men and the light sound of small bells. Hadrian alone exited the cave, his face darkened by remorse at what had transpired, his fellows knowing well enough not to ask him what had happened. In the morning they rode back to the capitol in silence, and reported back to their superiors that their deed was done.
Hadrian was quick to take his leave to visit Olifina once more, only to find that she had left the infirmary, taken to the palace just that morning. With the up-most speed, the knight sprinted through the capitol, his mind reeling with questions. As he neared the palace he found that the guards actually stood aside without a word and let him inside when he gave his name in a rushed tone. He was met by one of the servants and was ushered through the many halls until he came to a large library, a quiet place lined with wooden shelves and a hearth, who's fire still crackled with some life. He moved slowly as to not disturb the silence, his foot falls slow and measured.
That was until he came face to face with the king, and in a moment of panic dropped to a knee, his armor clattering fairly loudly. A sight the king found very amusing. Motioning for the knight to rise, the monarch first began by stating his condolences and congratulations, before turning to a table that contained a couple heavily bound books and a few mismatched pieces of clutter. Hadrian was an odd mix of baffled and astounded at the conversation that began to transpire. The king continued on, unfazed by Hadrian's confusion, and began to explain that Hadrian's land was to be absorbed by another lord, as to minimize the cost of rebuilding. this made Hadrian begin to speak up in protest when he was stopped by the king, who continued on by saying that while he was losing his lands, he was in the kings words "owed a payment both in reparations, and reward for services thus far." and as such he was to retain the title that now passed to him and was to be given a manor in the capitol itself. As for a source of income he was to take over the training of the new knights, as well as the serving in the kings honorgaurd. Once more Hadrian was at a loss for words, but soon found his voice, asking what was to become of Olifina. The king smiled and simply stated that the necessary papers had already been drawn up, all Hadrian needed to do was to sign them. Which Hadrian did without a second thought, taking the young 5 year old as his new ward, and giving her the rights granted to those of noble birth.
Once more the years went on, Hadrian proving himself and earning the kings trust enough to become a sort of de-facto adviser to the king, as well as a father to Olifina. The old king and queen's passing saddened Hadrian to be sure, but he took it in stride as best he could, hoping to serve the new king and queen in much the same respect, but to also not fail as he thinks he had before.
"A bright one that one, both figuratively and literally. A sharp mind, and the ability to glow like the morning stars, the universe dose have a sense of irony it turns out."
Name: Olifina Venisi (or just Fina for short) Age: 19 Race: Blessed Human Kingdom: The kingdom of Micheal Role: Servant (Lady-in-waiting)/warrior Ability: Light Manipulation Weapon: Longbows/crossbows Biography: The adopted daughter of Hadrian, Olifina was originally from the small town that his family controlled, before it was razed to the ground when she was barely 5 years of age. Of that event, and even the years preceding it, her memory is fuzzy, something that might trouble her if she gave it more than a passing thought. Yet she remembers Hadrian well, her fist sight of him being his sleeping form slouched in the chair next to the bed where she was recovering, his light snoring the only sound in the infirmary. A memory she will always smile about when remembering it. It should be noted that another memory that she has a vivid recollection of, is her 8th birthday. She had been given various gifts and had eaten her fill of sweets throughout the day, and was beginning to feel the weight of her eye lids as sleep crept up on her mind. Quietly she lifted herself into Hadrian's lap, as he sat in front of the fire, clutching her favorite stuffed doll. He simply grinned and began to run his fingers through her hair humming lightly. Just as she was about to fall asleep Olifina heard her father speak to her, his voice quiet as to not startle her. "My dear? Im afraid I have one last birthday surprise for you. But first I must know, if you could do one thing I could what would it be?"
Even half asleep she grinned as she knew the answer she would choose immediately, and answering with a yawn she chose "I want to shine and play with the sun."
Hadrian grinned as he placed a hand below her right ear, a light emanating from beneath it "Done my morning star, now sleep, tomorrow will come sooner than you think."
From this point she began to share Hadrian's light bending ability, getting to the point where she uses it as easily and as little thought as one breathes. A develpment Hadrian found a number of things (mainly interesting, worrying, and amusing at times)
Growing up as Hadrian's daughter meant that Olifina was given a nobles education, and while she sometimes was as stubborn as an ox with a sore foot, she was quite the avid learner. Many a time Hadrian had to retrieve a tome from her sleeping hands as she slept. She would often attended Hadrian's classes (her school lessons permitting), and quickly found that she much preferred the bow over almost any melee combat form, quickly becoming a steady hand at the weapon. She also dabbled in the crossbow in recent years, though the traditional bow still remains her tried and true favorite.
She began serving the court nearly from the day she and Hadrian moved into their home in the city, her father's position affording her to become essentially what she is now from day one. Like her father she was shaken by the assassination, but doesn't really like to dwell on it too much, due to the fact that she knows her father partially blames himself for it.
Special Notes: * She is one of the very few to actually know what Hadrian's angelic form looks like, and also one of the very few to actually have seen it on multiple occasions. * Her blessing mark is located just blow her right ear
done, might change a couple things im not really happy with the wording of, but none of the content (unless your review brings something up of coarse). Also I will find that song for Olifina!!
Still I hope its alright, and I didnt mess anything up too badly. Also sorry if I went a bit text wally
"He smiles, yes, but I know that he hates those monarchs for making his life miserable. He is duty bound to keep them alive, but I assure you, the moment the tables are turned, he will turn his own blade against their throats."
Name : Rancor Opperen :
Age : 21 :
Race : Blessed Human :
Role & Kingdom : Personal Servant of the Monarchs of Michael :
Ability & Weapon : Mitotic Override : - When he was blessed by the angel, Rancor's cells mutated into rapidly dividing proportions. These cells, as Rancor dubbed, the Covenant, are located everywhere in his body, both internally and externally. By itself, the mutated cells merely provide increased regeneration and self-healing for Rancor. This means that the servant heals at a faster rate than a normal human. Severed limbs and major injuries can take days and even weeks to heal; the former can only be regenerated after a week depending on the extremity amputated. However, the main feature of the Mitotic Override is the ability of his flesh and blood to heal a person. If an individual bites Rancor's skin, the cells transfer to his/her body, providing additional self-healing capabilities-- the cells soon die afterward since they can only survive in Rancor's system. The most effective healing method is for the person to fully consume a piece of Rancor's skin, or to fully drink a portion of his blood. Just because Rancor can regenerate lost body parts, does not mean that he can survive if his head is cut off, or if he is blown into pieces. Since the cells are produced in the pericardium and in the hypothalamus, ripping out the heart or the brain can cause him to die.
: Dagger Mastery : - Mostly learned through his kitchen cutting and dicing skills as well as a training from a friend in the military, Rancor is adept in the art of knives and daggers. He prefers a more defensive stance with the dagger in an icepick grip whilst the edge is pointed to the right. His right arm is also extended as his body folds tightly with his left hand covering his right shoulder. In his standard uniform, he conceals two of his daggers in his belt. However, Rancor rarely told anyone about his talent for knife-play, and he assumed that not even his lieges know of his ability which was bestowed to him by an angel. He prefers it that way, though. After all, with less expectations comes less responsibilities.
: First-aid Knowledge : - As a servant, Rancor needed to be acquainted with basic first-aid, apothecary, herbal medicines, and the like. He is no doctor, though, and his limit is often reached on major wounds. As such, he resorts to his Mitotic ability to save lives when the need arises.
: Refined Cooking and Waiting Skills : - Taught by the finest cooks in the kingdom, Rancor is able to whip out the delicacies that his lieges prefer. He is also adept in the kitchen, being able to manage the heat with precision and timing without breaking a sweat. He is also a fan of tea and confections which he often makes under the guise of giving it to the monarchs, only for Rancor to consume it himself. His training under the castle's finest servants also made Rancor into the diligent and responsible servant he is now. From waiting on his masters to reminding them of their tasks, he is one of the kingdom's finest servants to date.
Biography : Being born in the slums of the kingdom had its perks as well. One, a person born in the slums matures faster and learns more about the real world at a pace not even the smartest of the scholars in the castle can live up to. Two, you learn to live and die by the blade. The barbaric environment of the slums in Erekon proved to be an arena for those who wished to survive, because there were only two ways to get out of the slums: garnering the attention of a military officer, so that you can be sent to the castle for training, or you smuggle yourself out. In this desolated place, people displayed their full prowess in front of the guards in hopes of being sent for training, but not one was chosen for more than a decade.
Rancor, the eldest of a family of five, observed these fights because he already had a plan to bring his paralyzed father, sickly mother, and twin baby sisters out of the hellhole that was Erekon. As he reached maturity, all his training led up to this moment when he stood in front of a burly man twice his size. He had prayed to the high heavens to grant him this mercy, to deign in answering his silent litanies and odes. And, by the angels, he wouldn't lose. He couldn't accept just standing still in life, because those who just stood in life are the ones who run from death. As a matter of fact, never did Rancor stay still.
As he faced off against the brute, a minute into the bout, Rancor was sent reeling through the air as he sustained a broken rib and arm. The crowd jeered and cheered for the brute as he towered over Rancor like how the moon eclipsed the earth. Instantly, memories of his family rotting in Erekon surged in his mind, prompting Rancor to send, for the last time, a plead to the skies above to grant him deliverance. And, as if time stood still, a figure, clad in the whitest garment he had ever seen, hovered over the boy.
It was an angel, and a beautiful one at that. Not even the most precious of gems and coins held a candle to this angel, and with but a few words, a deal was sealed. Instantly, a runic mark, a thorny serpent coiling around a bloody rose, was inscribed on his abdomen. All his injuries regenerated, and as Rancor bolted forward and pierced the man with his own dagger, his fate was also sealed. The officer, awed at the sight of a man regenerating broken bones in a matter of seconds, immediately sent for Rancor (who requested his family to be moved as well) to the wealthier part of the kingdom. He intended Rancor to be a soldier, but when his regeneration abilities lessened over time, the boy had a difficult time keeping up with the army's rigorous training. Instead, Rancor was assigned to household and sanitary duties like cleaning the barracks and the like. His industriousness and hard work earned the praise of common men, but for soldiers like him, they only sneered at his weakness. One of the officers intended to relieve Rancor of his duty, and send him back to Erekon. After all, if they wanted a cleaning person, they could just hire from the castle cleaners. However, the same officer who took in Rancor saw another potential in the child. The good officer confronted Rancor with this discovery, and warned him of the impending send-off if he doesn't shape up. Thus, Rancor revealed to the officer the real extent of his abilities of helping others. The officer realized that while Rancor might not be an effective soldier, he still possessed abilities that could benefit the monarchs' safety with his power.
Instead of sending him back to Erekon, the officer recommended for Rancor to be a servant in the castle, and he should work his way up. And, he would earn his own keep. Rancor started at the bottom, cleaning up messes wherever they were, and doing the filthiest of cleaning duties until his superiors felt easier around him.
Thus, as Rancor ascended to the role of a servant for the monarch, he still bears a deep gratitude to the divine powers for the aid they had provided. At the moment, Rancor operates as one of the monarch's personal servants, catering to their commands, wishes, and needs with utmost precision and quality.
But, still, his bitterness and 'wit-of-tongue' against the very monarchs he served are still evident to this day. Up to now, Rancor couldn't fathom why these royals couldn't spare a look of mercy for those who were suffering outside the castle's cold parapets of stone.
"I wish I could hear Princess Serenity's singing again."
Name: Serenity Michelle Zaphiris (Princess Serenity, a.k.a. Nity) Age: 10 Race: Angel Role & Kingdom: Princess of Michael Ability & Weapon: Air Manipulation, Flight
Biography: Born so many years later than her older brother and sister, she never got to play with anyone her own age. Serenity thought her older sister was wonderful, but took more to her older brother Auberon that always seemed to be sad somehow.
She mostly stayed with her mother through her life, finding that she was horrible when it came to such things as calculations and having terrible writing skills. Serenity was more into music, playing the piano, flute, and having a love of singing with her mother.
Whenever she can sneak away from her lessons, she would slip into Auberon's room to see what he was up to, usually interrupting.
When her parents died, she closed herself off to everyone but her brother. She refused to play anything to do with music, for she loved to play her instruments with her mother's singing. Serenity strayed away from touching other people, thinking of her father's big hand. Even though the girl became excellent in her studies, she was not the star she once was.
@urukhai They're fantastic! You just need final world from Draco before you post your characters in the character thread! Is Olifina primarily a servant, or primarily a warrior? I need to know where to list her.
@SleepingSilence Because we don't have our lore post up, it wasn't mentioned, but Lucifer is an NPC. He can't be king of the kingdom of Lucifer for that reason. I'm sorry! I'm definitely going to have to refuse him. If you still want to be the king of Lucifer, he needs to be his own person. As for Gilgamesh, I'm confused - has he been a demon the whole time? Demons don't develop from humans, which is what it sounds like he was. The kingdom of Lucifer is a secret, so he couldn't have just ended up there. Also, if he's fighting, he's either a warrior or a knight. I'm intrigued by his story, but it just doesn't seem to fit together. I'm going to have to refuse him as well, though you're welcome to revise him.
@Cubix I'm a bit confused by Rancor's story - if he was recruited by an officer to be knighted or become a warrior, why was he kept around when he couldn't complete the task? It doesn't make sense that he would be delegated to be a chef for the monarchs when he was previously living in the slums of the kingdom. I don't think it's realistic that he and his family would have been allowed to stay. Aside from that, I'm not seeing any problems with his profile, though Draco will be looking him over as well.
@AimeChambers Serenity sounds adorable! Draco will need to look her over as well, but I like her! (Auberon may be very focused on his twin, but he's definitely going to be a doting older brother!)
@Wisp Yeah, lack of lore really messed me up big time then. If that was said, I didn't see it. I'll try to edit them both later on. With friend for the weekend.
I'm present and will address everything I can see with the best of my ability.
@Wisp -- ilu but u kinda screwed up but it okay i got you covered ❤ (sparkles ablaze) (reverts back to serious sounding gm voice)
@urukhai -- Approved. Do let the co-GM know whether or not Olifina is primary servant or primary warrior, then post them in the character tab. Olifina will still be considered both a servant and warrior, but this primary-role is only for listing purposes.
@SleepingSilence -- I will like to deeply apologize to you for not having much of the lore revealed. While your character may not be the NPC Lucifer, your character may still be who they are, implying that they are their own person... If this makes sense. Sure, your character may still be named Lucifer, but perhaps a nickname or a name adopted and used by everyone else. As for real name and real backstory (for the individual character), if you wish to keep such secret, do remember that both GM and co-GM must know anything secret before using such. Otherwise, put a little bit of that in the profile, perhaps before the rest of the info. The only other things I would request would be an estimated appearance age (or a real age) instead of a mysterious number and clarification on "Power of Destruction" -- what can and cannot be done with this power?
As for Gilgamesh, it does sounds like he went from human to demon. Unlike what the co-GM slipped, it is possible to have a demon vessel if one's body is weak enough before puberty hits. The vague ending for his biography leaves things unclear of what happened to him. I'm going to assume that he died though and then became a demon, which isn't a case I can allow. I can allow the formerly stated ones and the other two forms mentioned under the Roles & Races -> Races -> Demon section -- he could have been an angel fallen from grace or made a humanoid shape to appear in while still being a demon.
I would like to see these characters in the roleplay. I like them! However, I must stick with rules and specifics. I will gladly look at a revised version of these profiles if given the chance, and if you have any more questions, let me know!
@Cubix -- I'm very close to accepting this profile, but my only request would be to make him more of a personal servant, such as waiting on a monarch for dressing or other duties? Only because his primary ability would probably have him tasked more towards that work. Sure, perhaps he does some cooking time to time, but probably not the primary chef. That's all -- sorry if that seems really minuscule.
@AimeChambers -- Approved, though the co-GM did slip up again on this. Two angels will not birth an angel, but a human. Serenity could have became an angel by an angel using Serenity as a vessel. For as long as a character's body is used as a vessel before the age of puberty, their body may be possessed by either an angel or demon.
And with that, I think I'm done with responding to you all... I think.
@Dracogenius false. You are not done yet. I have a question! Are your character's gonna have appearance pics and youve just havent had the time for that or no?
