〄 Past

• Gentle Nature
• Compassionate about others and this was part of the reason she became so attached to her wards, enabling her to fully carry out her duties
• Artistic view of the world, namely that even the shadiest and most grimy scene had a hint of beauty in it
• A strong sense of duty with her task usually assisted because of her abilities, strong loyalty to the Prae, and responsibility to her wards
• Though she could act reasonably serious when the time called for it, she was often relaxed and playful with her friends and lovers. Most of all her wards

〄 Present

• Passive and hollow at her best, Lilith reflects a shell of a Prae who has lost everything from her connection to her race and the will to move on. She's aggressive at her worst usually intending on inflicting harm, creating limited spread destruction in her path and even harming those around her (The latter has only gotten recently worst)
• Extreme mood swings when confronted with unpredictable changes in her settings (Charles hasn’t figured these out, at best they seem self-triggered through random memories or something of the same like)
• Lost sense of purpose, lacking sense of loyalty, and due to her condition no responsibility at all over a ward
• Any traits of her once cheerful personality seemed to have become… worn away and meaningless from her experience. It hasn't been seen for a long time by Charles but bits and pieces do peer out enough to give him hope

HT: 5’7”
WT: 145 lbs.

Crystal: Most have described her forehead crystal as a Arusha Tanzanrite, a tricolor gem that is often pretty. The main gem itself is a deep, azure blue surrounded by purple and green that compliment the rich color. It has ‘grown’ into a rounded, three pointed triangle that seemed to be a crude, three petal flower without any detail. Like all Prae crystals, it rests on her upper forehead just above the space between her eyebrows. What makes it the most different from other crystals is the jagged crack along its center betraying not all is well within her.

Prae Tattoo:

Lilith’s Prae markings have a distinct pattern theme, which some have described as a Tribal Flourish. The characteristics of it are straightforward as it has extremely thicker lines-through they still vary in thickness to different degrees-, harder flow to them, and instead of the curling there’s usually a taper edge at the end instead of the usual dot or soft curl. May humans often assume it’s a tribal pattern but the main key difference is the fact the pattern often has curling parts scattered throughout it and never disconnected, often overlapping in key areas to create a decorative image.

Her markings flow from her crystal, the color a greyish white, as it frames her face in hard curls, the rounded part swirling rotating clockwise then taper at the inside where they end. Some branch off of the same base line then curl into the opposite giving it slight floral appeal with the thickest lines representing stems and narrow black leaves, description wise by humans not Prae. They vary in large and small, the largest spiral tracing her cheek with the line touching faintly on her mouth line. This pattern edges across her skull, flowing to the neck back and falls into two hard, wavy lines along each side of the spine. From there, this base, her markings branch in the same swirling pattern as her face over her arms, back, shoulders until they are covered. They stop just short of covering her chest strangely however and instead seems to encircle her ‘heart’ location as if hinting where to strike in order to hurt her the most.



Mental



Lilith's mind is utterly shattered and has been declared as legally insane and possible danger to the public. The reason is because of her ward, the very individual she imbued a piece of her anima to, being killed by Charles Aeon about 15 years ago. Though he was found innocent of self-defense due to newly discovered evidence, the damage was already done and left her useless to the Exeo’s services. This seemed to result in her abandonment by all Prae. There're several symptoms that go with her unstable mind that should be noted, but not always obvious to those who never have interacted with her before.

• 〄 When she speaks, not all her sentences will make sense. She’ll talk in fragments sometimes leaving out a small or large section of her sentences, usually important phrases to single word meant to understand her. She doesn’t realize she’s doing this and would speak normally as if it never happened.
• 〄Due to her condition, her ability to actually use her capabilities can vary with narrative ranging from being unable to access to fully powered randomly. Some abilities, however, are nulled due to the fact she no longer has a ward for it work with.
• 〄 Lilith can’t stand still. At best, she will sway awkwardly side to side rather than stand still. She will even randomly pace since pin and needles break across her skin, her muscles twitching and jerking in reaction. Her head usually bows while her eyes lock with the floor, unable to retain eye contact for long periods.
• 〄 Lilith sometimes slips into the past and this causes her to see things, continually making her question her reality or imprint the memory of someone she knows upon complete strangers. When she imprints her memory on someone else, this changes her behavior drastically toward the individual, either for better or worse depending on the memory. There’s two sure ways to break it: her mind gradually realizing it and breaking it herself or the individual doing something to cause her to break from it. This can range from attacking and drawing blood to doing something drastically out of character for the individual.
• 〄 Mental abilities from empathy to telepathy, even mind reading, becomes jumbled with her when her mood swings quickly. It is both a strength and weakness depending on the magic’s purpose.
  
  With offensive magic solely targeting the mind, the enemy fails to affect her in the way they intended. She doesn’t have much of a grip on reality so she rarely acts cautiously against the source or whatever is dancing in her eyes, the reaction when faced with a threat is often attacking what she sees as the source (usually those around her and able to be subjected to her attacks, ally or not).
  
  With beneficial magic, she gains nothing from it. Empathy and Telepathic will unable to sooth or understand her mind. She no longer understands the emotion or sense of calm, either emotionally or mentally. Emptiness is a whole another story, something she’s actually comfortable with and prefers to her storm of up and down emotions.

Note: Some of Lilith’s abilities are nulled due to her no having a ward anymore Presently. However, I still listed them for possible plot exploration and notes for the future depending on what happens ICly.

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Magic







* Non joinder character. A character that does not technically require a CS and doesn't have the same privileges and/or importance of a player character, but is more important than an NPC and can only be played by its creator. Typically has more depth than an NPC. For more details, ask the GMs.

Name: OS-C4R-00812
Nicknames: Oscar, Tin-Can, Bucket of bolts
Gender: Masculine
Age: 1
Apparent Age: 16
Race: Artificial Licenti

Appearance:

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Standing in at 5'6", at a first glance, Oscar does not strike the most intimidating appearance with a relatively short and thin stature. Surprisingly, he clocks in at a whopping 225 pounds despite his thin frame. The only area of his body that resembles flesh is his head, which is actually covered by a material made of an advanced synthetic rubber-plast compound. Oscar also sports synthetic brown hair, and mechanical green eyes. The cut across his face is purely cosmetic, and has no actual depth. His mechanical endoskeleton is composed of a sturdy, high-strength titanium alloy, and is reinforced with carbon nano-tubing, and covered in a thin, tungesten alloy shell. Over top of the tungsten shell, from foot to neck is a lightweight layer of fabric made from diamond-weave kevlar. Reinforcing his upper chest, legs, and left arm, are a set of high strength alloy plates for additional protection. Oscar's right arm perfectly mimics that of a humans, while his left arm's forearm clearly resembles that of a machine. His left hand is multi-purpose manipulator roughly mimicking the appearance of a human hand, but is capable of folding in on itself.

Personality:

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Warm and kind-hearted, Oscar is a bright young 'boy' with a strong sense of curiosity. This curious young android is quite impressionable, and is unafraid of blindly sticking his nose into whatever piques his curiosity. Sporting a near insatiable thirst for first hand knowledge, Oscar is extremely interested in how people interact with one another. On the flip side, Oscar is a technological savant, and has an almost innate understanding of math, sciences, and technology, and rightfully so, any information that can be read, can be typed, and just as easily programmed into his spacious memory banks. Honest and trusting, Oscar is compassionate and kind, but can be a bit naiive and air-headed. Loyal to a fault, Oscar is more than willing to risk himself for the sake of others, and goes to great lengths to defend his loved ones. A very down to earth and grounded individual, Oscar's outgoing and generally positive demeanor, while bordering on naivety, bolsters the spirits of those around him.

History:

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Oscar was for all intents and purposes born in a R&D lab of one Kasio Corp's Bio-Mag Division, which prided itself in advancements in biotechnology as well as magi-technology. One of the Bio-Mag Division's most recent experiments tested the idea of re-purposing a Licenti core for their own uses. Ethical ramifications aside, the goal of the project- nicknamed the Adam Project, was to find a method of to take unruly or delinquent licenti, and reprogram them into more productive members of society, and seal them into a controllable body until they were ready to be let back out. These lofty goals were soon lost, as the idea of being able to wipe and reprogram licenti to whatever purpose they wanted gave way to much more... exploitable idea. The scientists at the head of the program came into many difficulties when it came to wiping the Licentia cores, an expensive and resource intensive undertaking that resulted in half a dozen dead licentia cores, and several corrupted ones. The idea of reformatting licentia cores was eventually dropped, and the Adam Project went inactive.

Several years later, the scientists returned to the project and came to a realization. If they couldn't reprogram a Licenti core, could they instead make one? Restarting the initiative as the Eve Project, the scientists at Kasio Corp went about formulating a method of making an artificial Licenti core, that they would be able to program for their own uses. After four years of intense research and development with little to show for except a rapidly depleting budget, the Eve Project was finally successful in creating a working Licenti Core, and went about building a body for the core. Originally planning on planting the core into a metallic skeleton for prototype testing and mass production as service droids, one of the lead scientists had a change of heart, and instead designed a body for the core resembling his recently deceased son. Thus, OS-C4R-00812, Oscar, came into being.

Over the next month, Oscar was tested and proved to be a successful and effective droid, smart and intuitive, as well as physically capable and obedient. Unnervingly enough, some of the scientists noted that OS-C4R, seemed to have an awareness about him, very much like a child experiencing the world for the first time. Nevertheless, testing was soon completed and plans were made to disassemble him to prepare for downscaling and mass production.

The project's lead scientist, having grown attached to the android, brought the project to the attention of Aeris Kasio, the CEO of Kasio Corp. Upon realizing Oscar's sentience, Aeris ordered the program be shut down and Oscar to be handed over to her care. Oscar spent the next several months under Aeris' care, learning both self defense, as well as ways the world worked from her. Eventually, she had Oscar enrolled in a magic college with Ominar, for him to further his education, and begin to find his own way.

Oscar now spends the majority of his time at the college, studying under Professor Charles Aeon.

Belongings/Equipment:

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| Appearance |

Monty holds the appearance of a boy, standing at a whopping 5‘7“ and weighing 160lbs., his physical presence does not emanate intimidation. Monty was born in a town located in Priscus where he inherited his Prae traits from his mother and father. Tattoos adorn his soft tan skin that etch across his back in symbols that relate to his lineage. His eyes are not to be forgotten as his blue eye seems to have the ability of looking through your soul with a cold stare, while the reddish one burns with an intense fire behind it. Monty’s white hair dresses the top of his head at medium length while braided in a way that represents tradition from within the town he came from.

| Personality |

Monty is a noble creature that possess’ the drive, and awareness that serve him well with the responsibilities of his kind. He walks a straight line where white and black exist, with gray having no place. This was how he was raised, trained, disciplined, and educated, by not only his parents, but by the environment he grew in. Loyal to his kind, merciless to his enemies, he can be relentless but will admit defeat in either conversation or in battle if it is apparent he is on the wrong side of the truth.

| History |

Monty was birthed within the realm of Priscus, under banner of a small town called “Vale”. His mother, Maeve Icariat, is a “Gypsy”, and father, Alastair, a “Paladin”, labeled according to those few humans that gave up all they knew in their world to join Priscus who ended up in Vale. Monty’s path at an early age had already been decided by both his parents, both serving the great God-Queen only saw one track for their son after his birth, he too would serve her or one of the Exeo. His father asking for audience from the God-Queen was granted directly after his birth, the God-Queen only imparted a portion of Monty’s Vis, requested by Alastair. It was a way for Alastair to provide incentive and instill discipline. This forced Monty to not only rely on his Vis but himself first.

Monty’s parents would begin him young in education, he would first learn the traditions and laws of his people. Once understood, they would start teaching him on the Prae history and of his own bloodline. Once his feet were underneath him after the years progressed, he would be brought into the forest and mountains in Priscus that surrounded Vale. His father would train him in combat with a multitude of weapons, healing, absorbing damage, and telekinesis. When he would return home, his mother would guide him through meditation, which was her way of opening up his mind to his own Vis. Her expertise opened the door for Monty to understand his Vis on a spiritual level, giving him the mental strength to learn, telepathy, mind link, and persuasion.

It would be many years of this rigorous schedule that prepared him for the moment that they had all been waiting for. Monty, Maeve, and Alastair would make their pilgrimage to the great God-Queen who would unlock the rest of Monty’s true potential through her ability of making him a full Prae. When the ritual was completed, Monty could not have stood more proud even if taught too. He could feel his body flowing with rich energy that he had never sensed before. Everything he learned, he knew expanding on it was right at his finger tips. Standing tall, proud, with confidence of a thousand lions, it was then that Aismael approached him. She was there the same day as the Icariat’s, she would not have missed the ceremony of Alastair’s boy becoming a full Prae.

Aismael offered a position to Monty on that very day, she knew how Alastair performed his duties directly next to the God-Queen, and had full expectations that Monty would follow suit. She wanted him by her side in Ominar just as the God-Queen had Alastair by her side in Priscus. It was without hesitation that Monty agreed to his new duties, it was an honor to have gained the approval of an Exeo as quickly as he did. He knew it was because of his father’s reputation, but he would not let that reputation be the only reason for his trust.

| Belongings/Equipment |

+ Imbued Shard | A bluish white shard that shines bright when used, imbued by his father, given to him by his mother, it holds power to enhance Monty’s physical attributes (hearing, smell, sight, speed, agility) when activated and can be used to illuminate dark spaces.

+ Twin Songs | Two blades that Monty carries with him at all times, gifts from his father, the two blades Avaryius Vale Icariat used during his service. These weapons are imbued to cut a rift in an enemy’s Vis to disorient their ability to wield their Vis with efficiency. When swung, the blades sing in the air, creating a sound track to the dance that is battle. These are physical weapons that apply their effects when cutting the flesh of Monty’s target.

| Capabilities |

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Like some Licentia, Darius’ form takes that of one of the myths in human lore: a Kitsune. To those ignorant of his race, he appears to be a humanoid red fox with only two tails. Standing at 5 foot and 10 inches (weight 190), Darius’ narrow yellow eyes hold a slight oval pupil giving them a mischievous appeal. Along his muzzle, it’s slightly shorter than average fox’s, there are two black markings tracing the outside and fading to the white tip with a small black nose. White wings out over his lower cheeks, neck, and what is considered his belly. Black socks appear on his lower legs and tail ending in a white tip while none are on his large, paw-like hands. For the most part, his hand looks mostly humanlike save for the fur and small claws able to tear through flesh if needed, dotted with little harden pads for grip.

Darius tries to fit into the expectations of society though he enjoys a mixture of lower and upper crust. Due to his ownership of a casino, he knows how important looks are and attempts to dress the part with a well-tailored suit, dress shirt, and slacks with suede custom made to cover his feet. He rarely is ever seen donning a simple, cheap shirt and jeans, the thought making him frown heavily when other options are available. This doesn’t go for when he’s forced to go into disguise. However, this preference doesn’t mean he won’t get his hands dirty and often wears trousers, button up shirts dated around the 20s, and cheap shoes during more constructive work since they can easily be discarded later.

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Japan was still isolated to the rest of the world and retained its feudal system during 1764, but the Licentia still roamed freely between several nations thanks to the bridges connecting their world to Medius. It was this world that Darius was born into as Tagaki, an Eximius due to reaching the rare nine tail stage, infected a samurai's concubine. In his sanity and need to procreate, he used her desire for her samurai lover to infect her pregnant womb then vanished into thin air leaving her to weep at being abandoned again. About nine months later, the embedded soul core developed into a new Kitsune and Darius clawed his way out of her womb. This naturally killed the woman and leaving him his first meal. Being nothing more than a mewling, helpless kit, he quickly chased off when several men arrived on the scene to investigate.

To escape, his body became transparent and allowed him to blend into his surroundings. He slipped off easily without being maimed when the men vanished to seek out the killer. It was three months later that he found his way to a rice farm where a young, eight-year-old girl discovered him. She had bruises of abuse under her kimono sleeves and across her body from her drunken father. Surprisingly, despite the issues that would arise, she still took him in and cared for him. Here he ended his second year before entering his next trial stage, the result was him taking on the vision of an eight-year-old boy with one tail much to both of their surprises. This naturally caused the girl to panic as her father shortly found them causing her to panic and stop the man from bashing Darius’ head in. She was tossed hard against the wall in the struggle while Darius just stood there in fear. Anger seeped in the young kitsune upon seeing her still figure as he turned and tore into the man, his fangs tearing and ripping off the skin and muscle in such rage It was during this blindness, he failed to notice the young child trying to stop him. He flung her back into the nearest wall, her neck snapped on impact with a loud crack.

After feeding on the father, then burying the girl, Darius moved on. For six years he wandered the Japanese countryside within his childish form and hid his tails to fit in among the poor. He would steal and fight, devouring anything from animals to humans in order to stay alive. His physical appearance didn’t alter but his mental behavior did. It matured. It was within 1770 when he crossed paths with his father, Tagaki, again. Encountered in a filthy alley of the country’s few cities, Darius failed to listen to his instinct and curiosity brought to investigate a struggle within. It was there Tagaki, insane and rabid, ended up hauling the struggling child back into the Torquen wilds. All the way, Darius was kicking and screaming in fear. This resulted in Tagaki snapping his arm as a warning he would kill him if he wasn’t silence.

Until he was the age of 12, Tagaki ‘taught’ his son what it meant to be a Licentia as he played cat and mouse with Darius’ life. The younger kitsune learned quickly the best way to escape was to run and dig. However, like all things, his method of escape was only as good as his determination and caution. The final day he was with his father, he had gotten sloppy. Tagaki capitalized on it and managed to corner Darius. When Szayeis arrived, the younger Licentia had a broken arm and on the verge of being devoured. When the fight was done, Darius’ instinct caused him to attempt to flee, only to find Eximius preventing that. Only able to speak a few measly words, the child was more animal than Licentia thanks to his lacking education and isolation with his father’s cruel games.

After falling unconscious, he awoke in a new place. His injuries had been patched and gradually healing. That was when he met Szayeis face to face. Being young and foolish, his instinct survive drove him deeper into the Eximius’ manipulation and finally he developed a pact with the nightwalker within the short time he met him. When he realized what this meant, Darius immediately attacked Szayeis. Naturally, a 12-year-old Kitsune wasn’t much of a match for an Eximius and he was easily restrained before he could draw blood. This continued for about two months, Szayeis keeping the kitsune’s shard crystal and implanting his Vis into Darius’ body. A simple act but it created so much pain and misery that he finally gave in obedience to his new pact holder.

The Licentia become his caretaker, teaching a wide range of skills he applies to this day. Surprisingly, Szayeis’ cruelty usually came only when Darius disobeyed and creating mixed feelings over their relationship. Some might describe it to be almost a variety of Stockholm Syndrome as he began to accept his role as a tool.

The years flew by and before he knew it, he was 89 years old. By this time he departed to Medius for the first time on his own. Naturally, he had visited it occasionally with Szayeis, but he was forced to keep close for his own safety and the few times he did stray away were met with unsavory results. However being here on his own choice was another story and more liberating. He did some traveling before settling down and becoming a founder of Ominar where he began establishing a casino known as the Lucky Sinner in the 1920s. He made trips between Torqueo and Medius throughout his life. These were usually back to Szayeis to update the shard and before he left, he made sure he had someone taking care of his affairs in his absence.

In 2033, Aeris was released much to Darius’ surprise. He knew her well from the past and even tried to help her cope with her freedom, after witnessing the many gruesome experiences she went through unwillingly in the past. Much like himself during his childhood. Though he tried to sway Szayeis’ attention when he could, not all his past attempts were successful and sometimes it seemed to do more harm than good. Not a shock since the Eximius was a cruel bastard when not placated.

Soon after, Aeris located Darius easily. It took some time to help her tame the woman’s Licenti half, which Szayeis had forced upon her. She often left scars during her failure as Darius took on the role of damage control upon himself. This required the biggest number of favors from Licentia and humans alike that he had ever made in history. Meanwhile, he was seeking out her brother at her request in hopes he might put her at ease and help mend the deeper scars.

It was 2034 when half brother and sister finally found each other, and a love deeper than siblings began to blossom. Darius wouldn’t lie about saying he was comfortable with it (due to Aeris gaining a weakness for Szayeis to exploit) or about the complications they would see in the future. To Mairyell, it might’ve appeared as if he didn’t think the boy was good enough for her and a part of him felt he was right in that thinking. In some cases, Darius had become more of a father figure than he would admit so any male wasn’t good enough for Aeris. This behavior certainly wasn’t helped by the fact he was a kitsune. Nevertheless, he was happy for Aeris’ joy. He gradually helped her gain control over Kasio Korp using the skills that Szayeis had taught him and the ones he learned through his own experience.

Currently, despite his heritage as a Licentia, he’s believed to be among the most influential individuals within Medius. This is due to a large part that very few individuals know about his connection to Szayeis as his pact-holder. His power is more dominate in Ominar since he was a founder and still retains a big standing among individuals in higher places there. Something obviously that many Prae or a few racist humans will try to hurt in the coming days. Recently the Prae seem dead set to imprisoning him with ‘legal’ evidence against his establishments but each time they have tried, it has failed due to a technicality or judging not willing to prosecute. He wouldn’t be surprised if he was next, at some point, to be made to ‘vanish’.

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• _{♤ Belongings ♤}
  
  
  • Lucky Sinner Casinos : An organization started back in the 1920s, with some difficulty. Now it’s chain of casinos gone global through it's prongs are within Ominar. Darius is not the owner (on paper) but CEO, actively running it as the head of operations. So often he would be found mingling among the customers and ensure the games are ‘fair’. Several precautions have been made since the increase of magic availability, especially among the human population, including nulling of all luck related magics.
  • Upscale Manor : A private estate was built around the same time he came to Medius, Ominar being the place most dear to him. With several humans and Licentia under his employment, Darius has little need for hiring out other means for security as his place is patrolled night and day. It’s a surprise how many want him actually dead despite his influence among the community. The manor itself is actually under Aeris’ name to prevent Prae rule from seizing it.
  • Warehouses | Additional Property : There are various locations, seemingly tactfully gained, throughout the city belonging to Darius. Most have indefinite leases of ownership given to select and trusted individuals who were placed in charge of keeping warehouses to dock front property running. It is obvious by his ability to manipulate the law that he’s done fairly well despite the Prae’s occupations through that would likely change. In addition, he’s showing a heavy interest in the area of technology lately, especially for humans and Licentia alike.
  • Darius’ Black Book: A hidden book many government officials within Medius would enjoy getting their hands on and burning it in the hottest fire. The reason is that within the book’s pages, there’s numerous dirty secrets from collected information about hidden affairs to illegal activities that he had managed to collect in secret. How he had mange is still a mystery to this day. With this item in his possession and fact he knows everything within it by heart, his ability to give through the legal issues of Medius has been rather easy.
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  • Glock 43: A specially designed gun to fit Darius’ less than human hands. It fires 9mm bullets without any enhanced abilities since even he would have issues explaining to the Prae how he got a permit for a magitech weapon when most of the population is lacking them. Additional features include a strobe light sighting for better aim and lowers the ability to trace back to the gun when he lines up for a shot.
  • Tracker & App : A small, Vis powered chip is embedded within Darius’ skin. This chip’s purpose is to monitor his vitals and broadcast his location to a uniquely designed app still in development. This app has been given to a select number of individuals of Darius’ choice and when his vitals drop or condition changes for the worse, they are immediately alerted. While the chip’s signal and the app are difficult to hack, they aren’t impossible to jam or tamper with. Crushing the chip, located at his skull base, would obviously stop the transmitting data.

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♤ Magical | Techology ♤

Maryia Vladslavovna Vorobyova

☽Nicknames☾
Masha, Little Sparrow (only to very few)

☽Gender☾
Female

☽Sexuality☾
Pansexual, polyamorous

☽Age 24 ||Apparent Age: Early 20s ☾

☽Race☾
Human. Second generation British, Russian parents. ☾

☽Appearance☾
Short (5') and slim (110lbs), with just the right amount of curve in her hips and chest. Long, black hair that stops just at the bottom of her bottom. Brown eyes so light they're golden, and often rather lifeless looking. She has a preference for dark, rich colored clothing. Skimpy sometimes, but mostly just anything she feels shows off her body. Or being nude, that's a preferred option, really. Quite a few piercings in her ears, a tattoo of a Sparrow on her right shoulder and a smokey looking cat around her left ankle and calf.



☽Personality☾
Masha has a really hard time forming stable relationship, especially ones that don’t benefit her in anyway. She’s narcissistic, egomaniacal, sadistic to an extreme taking almost pleasure from the pain that she inflicts on others. She has a tendency for minions, human mostly, but not always.

☽History☾
Third child of a well to do family, life was nice for her. She had everything she ever wanted handed to her as a child, but her father made sure that she had a good sense of numbers as well. Her mother passed when she was five, her middle brother when she was a little under a year, leaving her to be raised by her father, though mostly her older brother. The two of them were very close, her brother being more of a parent to her than their father.

Because of his lack of interest in really raising either of his children, they were left to do whatever they wanted. As long as it didn't interfere with his business, he didn't care. So indulging in the dark and lavish and often illegal was something that she embraced wholly.

By the time she was eighteen she was already on her way to be deeply in trenches in her addictions added mostly by her father's money. But that didn't stop her from earning her own either through a wide variety of avenues. Clothing boutiques, stock investments, realty, entertainment, etc. But the ease of it all couldn't last forever and things that she's not even fully certain of have caused her to be ousted from her home and into the wider world on her own for the first time.

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Emma May Clarke

❀Nicknames❀
Em to some, but mostly just Emma

❀Gender❀
Female

❀Sexuality❀
Bisexual

❀Age 19 ||Apparent Age: Late teens/early 20s❀

❀Race❀
Human.

❀Appearance❀
A little on the shorter end of average (5’2”) and average weight, curvy and girl-next-door sort of pretty. Shoulder length brown hair that she oftens wears up, blue eyes and fair skin.



❀Personality❀
She’s very bubbly once you get to know her, but she doesn’t talk a lot to other people, preferring the written word over the spoken. She's normally very conservative but there’s an inner personality that wants to throw away all of the old ideas and grab for the bright future.

❀History❀
The only child of a well to do family, life was uneventful and normal. Despite the money they had, the only thing that was giving to her with it was her education. She was taught to work for everything else, and the education that she was given was something very cherished by her. She loves learning and books and even does a bit of writing herself. When she was very young, she had aspired to be a poet or writer of some kind, but in her teenage years the budding interest into the arcane and magical world lead to a surprise discovery of actual magical talent.

Her parents insisted that she finish her normal schooling, and after finishing her A levels, she has finally left home to actually expand her magical powers.

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I’m sorry, I hate filling this out cause I don’t know until they are in the IC.

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Lily doesn’t like to talk much about her childhood. The past is behind her and it’s something she prefers to keep out of her mind on a daily basis, but time to time she does become reminded of it.

She was the 2nd youngest of a quadruplet fraternal sisters, all succubi, that were heirs to a southern territory in Torqueo. There was a very unsettling tradition that occurred for several generations. It required all siblings reaching upon the age of 210 to be tossed into an arena and expected to kill each, the sole survivor would then be groomed to rule their home by their mother. It wasn't a surprise the current ruling Licenti had kept her distance with all her own offspring to prevent favoritism. Lily personally thought she was a shriveled up old husk of a bitch whose heart had iced over hundreds of years ago.

Each child, herself included, was given a combat tutor who educated them upon their choice of fighting skills (both magic and physical), battle tactics and additional lessons that were endless in assisting their survival in the upcoming ritual. Rivalry at this time was encouraged and even created with the brief interactions they were allowed, often allowing each others to witness each other’s progress over time. Their tutors didn’t help much in preventing a subtle hatred toward each other either. Unlike her two sisters, Lily’s only reason for learning was mainly because she wanted to live.

She was the most smug and least disappointed when the youngest ended up displaying magic long thought lost to their lineage. This automatically nulled any rights her or the others had to inherit their mother’s region. While her mother focused her attention on the ‘little princess’, Lily and her sisters were discarded to their own paths in life.

After about a few months of traveling she set up shop within Tenebrosa, a medium town filled with Licentia ranging in various shapes, sizes, and breeds. For Lily, she found the scenery suitable to her needs and so began to make her home within the center. The town worked on a barter system of services, goods or other things, forcing her to find a contribution that Licentia needed and valued. Information became her trade, collected through a mixture of seduction, manipulation and even dream walking into the minds of others. Any local competition was easily dispatched through indirect means that suited Lily well. It was nothing personal, but she hated anything that reminded her of her childhood and competition happened to do that. This also ensured she always had customers.

It was during her 547 years within Tenebrosa that she met a charming, to put mildly and politely, nightwalker named Szayeis. Over the course of her time in the town he visited her for information, the town being a crossroads for many a Licentia, through she was still inexperienced in dealing nightwalkers or their kin. On occasion Szayeis would bring a young Kitsune or a human girl alongside him, both she had quiet opinions over.

During 1747, Lily began to make the transition to a new trial stage. This lasted a week or two at most since she had been collecting energy for years, leaving her feeling slightly off and all too aware of her vulnerability. Due to this, she sided on the caution causing her to shut herself in and not see anyone for a month until she became a Siren. She barely noticed the different when she became solid, through likely because she kept her dream abilities from her succubus’ stage, until her sharpened hearing caught the breathing of a large Licenti behind her door.

After a few tests, she knew her full potential. It was also discovered that she had an enjoyment of music when she accepted, on a whim, a Licenti’s payment in songs. She leaned more toward alternative rock and symphonic genres as her favorites, due to their rapid and high pitch keeping her interest.

Around 2011, she entered Medius for a change in scenery and to explore the world. Naturally through a few coaxed sources and some dream walking, she located Darius within Ominar where he had established himself well. At first, the Fox wasn’t sure what to think of her as she requested a job at the Lucky Sinner, requiring a more stable income compared to her current scraping to make ends meet. After all, Medius worked more on a currency system then the more common barter system in Tenebrosa causing her to seek a way to fill her own newly discovered passion: music.

Wary and unsure of her intentions, Darius allowed her to become a singer and performer in the club part of his casino. She didn’t doubt he informed Szayeis about her current position and employment under the Kitsune. Personally, at the time, she didn’t give a damn. Surprisingly enough Darius and her earned a mutual respect, through it never flowered past the occasional roll in the sheets.

Over 25 years she enjoyed singing, attracting the attention of numerous patrons and onlookers. Being a Siren, she still held onto her flirtatious nature and graceful charm to enhance herself as an individual. One night after a performance, a man named Samuel Kardan, a music scout of sorts, recruited her for his own company getting out of the gate. While a talented singer without the Vis vibrating through her vocal cords, her insecurities got the better of her and often she would use magic to enrich the sound to something appealing to others. Deep down, she suspected that caused him to notice and request her to create music for him.

In 2036 she started her career as a singer. Though originally she refused to limit herself to one genre of music, her preference leaned into the alternative rock and symphonic metal since it seemed to fit with the times. Despite her age, all Licentia are entitled to mistakes and this was her biggest one. She let the frame and power get into her head, something she knew she shouldn’t have, leading to a terrible fate.

It was during 2040 she met Rex, but it wasn’t an instant fall in love type of deal. Her sense of worth and attitude was a massive turn off for the large wolf. She was amazed, later, that he had stuck around for as long as he did.

However, in 2046 she noticed someone in the crowd that gave her instincts the chills. A strange human, around his late twenties, made the nerves on her spine prickle in dread. Memories of him turning up in every concert started to surface while she became wary and over aware of his uncomfortable stares at her on stage. She only made it to the third song before she found herself rattled enough to walk off stage for an unscheduled break. She didn’t bother to let Rex know as she fell back into the nearby alley, somewhere she believed no one would’ve seen her, to try to talk her nerves down.

It was mistake she would live to regret.

She hadn’t even noticed he had followed her, a crazed and obsessed fan, until he stepped from the shadows. By the time she did, a bright wire of Vis had found her throat, her ankles and wrists as they sudden wrapped tightly about her petite form. Lily’s first instinct was scream but the moment she tried, the Vis made wire constricted and choked her into silence. Her next reaction was making area hot but her consciousness slipped from her and her panic rose in her chest, constricting her limited breath. She fell unconscious shortly afterward and in that moment… she knew she had screwed up royally.

For a year, Lily went missing. No one knew where she had went and after a few weeks, people seemed to have stopped caring about her and she became a cold case. During that time she believed she was imprisoned in some sort of bunker. She later learned it was some refitted basement under a cabin in some backwoods of Europe. A strange device was strapped to her neck when she woke up causing her to examine it. It turned out it was a bit of archaic magi-tech, likely something stolen, that when it sensed Vis being used it would disrupt the Ostium and delivered a very pain jolt.

Not all Licentia could tolerate pain as well as humans seem to assume. When the jolt rippled through her body, she crumbled and gasped in shock over the experience. She had only felt this degree of pain when she was child.

When her unwanted host revealed himself, the man introduced himself as Norman. For the first time in her life, she learned humans could just as cruel and sadistic as some of her own kind when given the right conditions.

This lasted as he played out some sick, twisted fantasy with her. During it all, she lost her sense of time and days melted together in the basement she was kept in. Only the sound of the door above opening or closing seemed to follow a rhythm. This continued for months.

A year later, Norman slipped up and Lily sprung on the chance to escape. While he was getting the wine for them, he left her with one arm loose and free to use the crystal rose brooch given to her to unlock her collar. Empowered with magic again, she carefully replaced the collar back when she heard him return.

The man didn't even notice.

Lily took a risk then politely asked if she could sing him one of her songs to which he seemed over enthusiastic about and rest was history. Emotions are a powerful thing in humans, especially the broken. One could be driven to suicide by them sometimes. However, that was never her intention. It just went to show that even when she could influence emotions… she couldn’t predict an individual’s reaction to them accurately enough.

When Rex found her, she was in shock and silently sitting upon her chair. In the corner, Norman's body was laid out upon the floor where a blade was laying, bloodied, a few feet from him. He had cut his throat open enough to bleed to death before he regretted his decision. While Tenebrosa had been known for its violence, she had managed to avoid coming face to face with it until now. The experience was rattling for her.

Gently she was picked up and taken out, unaware of Rex's presence until much later in her recovery. Upon asking him what he did, he told her that he cleaned the mess and all evidence of it up. Only two things were spared from that day as a reminder of her experience and how she refused to ever be someone’s victim again.

Over the next five years, Lily worked on recovering from her jarring experience. Putting her life back together was much more difficult than she originally anticipated as memories, nightmares, and worst kept cropping up when she believed she was over it. Eventually she learned to live with it thanks to help from Rex. She shifted in personality back to her less abrasive attitude caused her to spark interest in Rex, the both of them started off small by dating and grew into love in time.

Things were good for a time until the Prae gradually began to occupy Ominar. No one saw it coming because it was so quiet and subtle, even she wasn’t aware of what happened until it was over. Rex couldn’t keep a job as the people associated with the Prae began to spread word that Licentia weren’t good to hire. They lost their home and were forced into the slum region of Ominar. While a part of her wanted to escape Ominar, she loathed the idea of being forced to yield to them and instead began to show her strength again.

Since many of those in the slums were poor and outcast individuals, a bartering system had began to develop. Goods, services and even information were being traded among the slum region causing her to once more dip into what she was good at: collecting and selling information. During that time she managed to keep food on the table and roof over their head, barely, by selling intel over various subjects from raids locations to where love ones might’ve been. She fond it funny that coaxing information out of an individual was much easier in a dream and many of the OCPD loved to sleep in their cars during a stake right before a raid.

It was about a year ago that Mr. Crowley approached Rex and her, offering them both jobs. She was suspicious at first. This man merely turned up without warning and she assumed knew both of them, rubbing her pride wrong enough that her intelligence was limited over this individual. This put her on edge when he seemed to have appeared from nowhere. Already having a shitty day, she might’ve overreacted when she was about to slam the door in Mr. Crowley's face.

The man didn’t take no for an answer it seemed.

After a long conversation, Rex became the head for Armax Security and she agreed to work as an information broker. It was a start to getting them out of the slums. They moved into the business district, but Lily still kept close ties with the Entertainment district and the slums. Lately, she’s been considering checking on Darius and once more risk treading old roads that have been haunting her for a long time.



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Magic

Siren Song
Casting Time: 3-4 to 12+ seconds (from weakest effect to strongest)
Range: Depends on a lot on terrain, sound pollution, etc. They have be within hearing distance (which my guess is 12 ft to 25ft maybe?) and not be deaf to be affected.
Duration: Lasts as long as her voice holds out and her target can hear her. When deafen or silenced, the effect abruptly ends.

Her voice, when empowered with Vis, can influence the emotions of those that hear it. She can pull an individual anywhere from joy to fear with the melody of her voice, but how they react is still within their control. Often it gives her an edge in tense situation or can rile up a crowd creating an awe inspiring effect for her. The stronger a being is in control of their emotions then the more difficult they are to influence. These individuals would have time to silence and null her ability to influence them with little issue. Through it can be done in a subtle way or obvious, her magic starts off weak and is required to be heard in order to build as the target(s) continue to listen to her sing or hum a melody.

To be clear: It isn’t mind control in the least, but it alters the emotions. How the individual reacts to such emotion is a factor Lily can’t ever truly predict and run the risk it could be hostile in any given sense. The effect can fought when it becomes realized, her magic still influencing the emotion but the host can chose to control their reaction to the experience rather than give in; making the effect diminish gradually despite if the Siren Song has stopped or not.

Siren Scream
Casting Time: Instantly after a breath is acquired to cast it. After it ends, it will take a few seconds (2-3 seconds) to regain another breath to cast again.
Range: 4 meters (12 feet about max range so far)
Duration: 3-6 seconds (depending on breath)

Putting her Vis into her voice, Lily can turn up her voice's volume and direct it at an individual or small group. Depending on the proximity, the area closest to her will be most influenced by the heighten volume and powerful blast of air rushing forward. Some victims have experienced their ears drums explode to being knocked off their feet, and even affecting the environment from windows shattering to the concrete cracking from the pure power of it. The farther individuals find themselves than the lesser the effect.

The more breath she gathers before release, then the longer her range becomes during the attack until the breath ends.

Distance is a key factor to how effective her attack is as it starts off strong and fades with travel, usually stunning at its weakest for a short time. It also travels in a straight line from where she starts and ends after 4 meters when released, starting off narrow and widening like a funnel (think cone shape with the narrow being the strongest effect to the wide end being the weakest).

Hot n’ Cold
Casting Time: Varies depending on the affected area. Area effect takes about 6 seconds for max effect and small, controlled magic like icicle or flamethrower takes 2-3 seconds.
Range: Area effect is 5 meters in radius all around her while the control can reach up to double that.
Duration: Varies again depending on the spell result. Area effect lasts about 18 seconds (or three posts at max) and controlled lasts 4 seconds before the temperature starts to return to normal.

Being a Siren, Lily can influence the temperature within her surroundings by changing the subtle sound vibrations she emits from her body.

Heating up merely means increasing the friction in the air which could result in setting things, people if they get caught in the back lash, or herself on fire allowing her punches to pack more heat than normal. One of her preferred tactics is centering them in her hands then blowing a blaze of flames into her foe's direction like a flame thrower or engulfing her whole body, only lighting the air around her body on fire for a limited time. The latter is often a limited use because she needs air to breathe or else she'll suffocate, weakening her.

Cold is the opposite and all Lily needs to do is to slow the molecules in the air and let it start to freeze. In moments the temperature can drop to below freezing and colder, allowing icicles to form within the affected area and breath to fog over the longer she continues the effect. She can all focus her cold into her touch, the air or even send ice spikes at her target if needed and keep a distance should close range combat provide too dangerous.

Carried over from her Succubus Trial stage

Note: Dream walking and manipulation is a spell shared by most succubi and incubi, the male counterpart. In many myths they were believed to enter the dreams of the opposite sex in order to manipulate and feed, though they more commonly fed through a simple kiss in person. This might’ve brought about the belief of being shapeshifters.

Dream Walking/Dream Manipulation*
Casting Time: Ranges from 12 seconds to a minute, depending on easily she can get comfortable, relaxed and etc.
Range: Spreads out to max of 1 mile area with her at the center.
Duration: Until the individual wakes, she is pushed out or willingly leaves the dream.

To order to activate, Lily must get comfortable and clear her mind to slip into a form of mediation. Gradually she builds up vis into a soft and fine mist as it spreads throughout the mile area to seek out people who are sleeping soundly. Due to her profession and long life, she’s able to narrow her focus on an individual if she chose to. However, to do this she must have an accurate image, namely a picture or have met them because just a name will not be enough.

Upon locating the subject, she causes a dream to surface and enters it.

Within it, her ability to dream manipulate is almost limitless and she can bend almost any element to her whim. Neither individual can be harmed or forced against their will while in the dream and though she can shift elements of it or change her shape. When the dreamer wakes she is abruptly kicked from the dream and shot back into her body. She also can’t keep them from waking up when they realize what is happening. After she’s ejected, she can immediately tell exactly where the target was within her radius but it doesn’t mean they will be there should she or others go after them.

Those, from Humans to Prae, with dream influencing abilities are able to shift and twist her creations into something else. Depending on a lot of factors -aka agreement between players- the individual could overwhelm her own influence in the dream and turn the tables on her.

^* I placed these powers together because they go pretty closely together in how Lily uses them. The Dream Walking is pretty much the entrance into a trance like state, location of a sleeping individual within the radius of her location, creating and finally entering it. Dream Manipulation is where she can influence the dream itself. What ever happens in a dream doesn’t affect her or her current victim, but memories will remain of what transpired within it.

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Emmett appears to be a child with a slightly lanky built, rising to about 4 foot and 8 inches and about 93 pounds in weight. His face often seems to have a either a continually scowling or uncertain expression, a smile being very rare to see but usually very genuine when he does. He has the the numerous childhood scars an active boy can obtain, most have faded over his years. Often he’s seen in a simply shirt and jeans, preferring something he can move in and quickly without getting tangled up. These clothes often are torn or dirtied by his rough play.

His eyes have a slight golden brown, much like his short cut hair. The hair strands seem to continually look messy with intentions never to be tamed giving him what his mothers call an ‘adorable’ look.

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Emmett is often described as a protective, stubborn and rash youth by his father. His sister, being the sole living blood connection, brings forth his guardian like nature rather rapidly whenever she is in dangerous or hurt. This also makes him more reckless as he can become rather frustrated and angry when he fails to protect those he dearly love. His own safety comes second to his sister’s or others when he’s fixed in this mind set. He’s considered resilient to most trauma since he often focuses on the moment than think about the future, but it also means the moment itself affects him the worst and causes caution to be tossed out the window in favor of instinct.

Interesting enough, when he becomes infected he isn’t in as much conflict as one might expect from a child who’s now part Licentia. Whether he keeps it inside or hides it well, it’s hard to tell since (when not locked in a mood swing) he rarely shows a smile. Often his expression is one of either anger or uncertainty until one peels back the layers to reveal a compassionate nature. That’s when his moments of shown joy shines through in a meaningful way. At this stage in his life, he’s highly influenced by those around him and especially those he comes to love because he develops the want to make them proud of him.

(Might change ICly, but I tried!)

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Emmett Zeke Matthews was born in 2041 to Raiden Matthews and Braelyn Adriana, both engaged for about a month before their son was accidentally conceived. However, he was a happy accident that neither would change for the world. Raiden was a well known hunter in Ominar, but it seemed Braelyn underestimated the stress and risk of the job itself causing the pair to gradually drift apart over the years. By the time Emmett was four, his parents had divorced and leaving him in the custody of his mother believing it was best for him. There was one stipulation: Raiden was still allowed to be involved in his son’s life as much as possible.

Over the same year, his father had rekindle an old love with his old high school flame, Alice Haynes. She was born into a family hunters and knew the job risks much better than Braelyn as she became pregnant with Olivia. Interesting enough it seemed Emmett knew she was bearing life before even the mother or father. She had caught him staring at her continually one day and when asked why, he merely stated, “You’re different.” Then he went back to playing.

They found it odd until Alice took a pregnancy test and it was positive.

On request of Raiden, Alice and him managed to find a place close enough that he could pick Emmett every day after day care to spend many hours playing with his sister, allowing the boy to develop a protective nature over her. Even when they didn’t always get along. It was the night after Emmett’s last day at primary school when his biological mother died at the hands of a Shade.

Emmett noticed his mother had become tired, paranoid, and looked drained to him. Being a child, he wasn’t sure why or how it effected him beside her sluggishness in playing with him. Deciding to play by himself, he had went into his room to play a video game until he heard the heavy thud of his mother falling to the floor. Cautiously, he edged from his room to find something incorporeal and shadow like hovering over her.

A dread washed over him when it turned its ugly, red eyes upon the boy. He got the dark impression it was smiling at him in a way that reminded him of a cat noticing a mouse for the first time. His fingers gripped the wooden frame in panic as it twisted its head, looking to the door, then began to melt into the floor. Emmett stood there quietly for several moments before he finally reached for the courage to walk carefully to his mother’s side. He bent over to jiggle her arm, his voice filled with fear, “Mamma… wake up.”

Nothing. Her eyes just kept staring forward into space as he continued to tug at her sleeve, push at her body and everything he could to get her attention. His ears heard his father, Raiden, enter the apartment. Emmett’s attention turned to his father’s whose eyes widen in shock then narrowed into anger. This caused the boy to pedal back as Raiden’s hand reached for his gun and pointed it at his own child.

The gun went off and Emmett felt something tingle along his skin then a sting at his shoulder side. His body hit the floor causing him to scream in terror. He curled into a ball, trembling, as suddenly Raiden’s shaken form rushed to him and began to cradle him in his arms.

It seemed the Shade had gotten clever. It had casted an illusion upon the boy, hoping Raiden would kill him, only to have the illusion evaporated upon the boy being shot. In a panic, the hunter roughly checked Emmett’s small form to find the entry wound. He was a decent shot and at point blank range, there was no way he had missed Emmett.

After a few moments, his worry started to fade when he found nothing. His son was unharmed and merely terrified, his voice whimpering and crying from the experience. Trying to sooth his son, Raiden spotted a hole in the wall across from him where the bullet had ricocheted off and buried into.

For the next four years, Raiden buried his ex and raised Emmett alongside Olivia. Emmett’s life was peaceful and uneventful while Alice adored him as her own. His magic never seemed to flare up, or likely because Raiden never looked for it, again. It wouldn’t last.

When he turned twelve, Alice had settled Emmett and Olivia down into bed before she returned to the living for some late reading. She also knew Emmett or Olivia, now about eight, would come dragging their feet out of the bedroom for a glass of water. It never failed when they attempted to stay up past their bedtime. Casually waiting for the event, like clockwork, to happen she felt something brush her shoulder. Confused she began to place her book down as the Shade struck, the dreadful magic aura blared on her causing her to scream in terror.

She wasn’t prepared for it as she crumbled to the floor. Her heart, weakened from surgery a few years ago, began to throb and bust in her chest rapidly. Something ruptured causing her to bleed out slowly. The Shade then turned to the children’s room with ill intentions, its form floating toward it and let its aura seep in. Olivia fell into a terrible nightmare while Emmett, who had just began to get up, just stood there terrified. He was frozen in place when the Shade drifted through his bedroom door and seemed look at him. It casually moved closer as it manipulated the shadows at Emmett’s feet, rising him by his throat. He barely managed to clasp his hands upon the tendrils holding him and keep himself from being choked to death. Something small and slightly contrasted to the dark shadows holding him then pressed into his mouth, the marble like item threatened to slide down his throat. However, Emmett got the sense the Shade merely smirked in pleasure at his struggle as a shadow like hand pressed to his mouth and forced him to swallow it.

“Do it, or you’ll watch your sister die…” Came a raspy voice against his mind, like sandpaper, causing him to flinch in obedience. It then reply in a slight mockery tone afterwards, “Very good boy.”

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Note: With Emmett’s growth being gradual, I will put all the sections into about 3 stages. Only Stage 1 and 2 will be seen in this sheet.

• Stage 1: This stage is when his abilities are just budding into existence and gradually gaining in control.
• Stage 2: Unlike Stage 1, Emmett has grown enough control to begin to develop them for combative and other uses with ease. They still occasionally mess up or fail.
• Stage 3: The max ability he can obtain during his growth and experience. While they can likely still grow in power, it will be rather slow compared to Stage 1 and 2, and his control, duration, and more of the magic comes with surprising ease.

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Olivia has long, brown hairs with a hint of red in which is often tied up into two twin pony tails. When let down, they reach down to her shoulders’ middle and is completely straight compared to Emmett’s. Her facial features are much more soft in comparison making her look younger than she actually is. She reaches to about 4’1“ in height and weigh in at about 57 pounds for her age. Her eyes are golden much like her brother’s though it is slightly darker, indicating they will likely alter color as she gets older. She’s considered petite and rather delicate looking causing her often be teased by Emmett that she looks more like a doll, than a girl.

Unlike her brother, she doesn’t tend to play roughly and is absent any of the scars, bumps, and other damages you would find on him. Her expression is often gentle and leaned toward bubbly as you might expect from looking at her. She does enjoys wearing skirts, dresses and other considerable girlish things. The current favorite outfit is a small tank top with a knee long skirt, tennis shoes and a hoodie about a few sizes too big for her. It turns out it was actually her father’s who often used it to keep her mother close and warm, a fact she mimics with Emmett when he lets her.

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Upon first meeting new people, Olivia tends to be shy and timid. Mainly because she is not sure how to act or their reactions to her. As she gets to know you and becomes attached, she pulls out of her shell to show a very active chatterer and giving the impression she’s happiest when others’ company. This is very true. Helpful and enjoying being an active participate in new things, she strives to keep those around her cheerful thanks to her up bring.

She can get frustrated when her attempts fall flat, often resulting to calling in assistance from those she feels can help. A positive type child, she thinks the best of everyone she meets even when she doesn’t jump out of her shell at first. Very tight with her brother, despite their age differences, that Olivia can read him nearly like a book even he tries to hide it.

(Might change ICly and not all of it)

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Olivia Matthews was born 2045 in Ominar to Alice Flores and Raiden Matthews, a bounty hunter within the city. She had a half brother by the name of Emmett, who she grew attached to and often subjected him to much hair pulling. According to her mother, she showed affection by tugging on hair, but she doesn’t remember this ever happening. No matter how many times her mother or Emmett had told her it did.

Emmett wasn’t constantly in her life until she was around two, his own mother died after an attack by a Shade and they buried a month later. She recalled everyone in the house was depressed but beyond that, the memories are hazy. It wasn’t a pleasant time in her mind.

For the next four years, she had a playmate. Like with any siblings, they had their highs and lows when it came to getting along. He would often try to go into a corner and play while she followed, curious over what he was doing, before he frowned then moved. Naturally Olivia just repeated the process until he began to include her, grudgingly. Eventually he couldn’t find himself playing by himself anymore.

She never understood Emmett’s experience with the Shade until the night that her own mother suffered a similar fate. They had just been put to bed, after much wrestling and protesting, before she fell asleep at the reading of a story by their mother. Olivia didn’t even know the Shade had floated into their room as it held Emmett aloof and forced something down his throat, threatening her subtly. Instead she was assaulted by a nightmare of her worst fear: the fear of being abandoned by her family.

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❤ Mental ❤

Nothing to note yet.

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❤ Physical ❤

Fast runner: she’s a fast runner by 8 year old standards, at least she says she is and takes pride in showing her skills off in a game of tag.

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❤ Magical/Technological ❤

Vis Retrace: Using her own Vis, Olivia can flip through the history of an item. These scenes will play through her head, the information translated into her understanding and painting the picture as if she was an unseen witness. It is limited by the item’s angle, proximity, and condition of the item. The better of all three, the better the information gain will be. At this point, Olivia requires a lot of practice, know what the item is and spend some time with it in order to begin to flip through its history. What memory she encounters first is usually completely random.

She can’t invoke memories from components of the item. For example, she can’t focus on the memories of a cherry tree used to make a piece of furniture. She can focus on the furniture’s creation up to present day without issue.

Some items are more fickle in giving up their information, especially if they are of a magical nature. She can manipulate information gained to a limited sense, such as ‘fast forward’, ‘rewind’, ‘replay’ the scene for examination as long as she has retained physical contact with the item. With the help of another magic, it’s fully possible for her to actually recreate the information in order for others to view it. The larger the item, the more Vis it requires to read it and could leave risk leaving her drained afterwards.

Name: Nabriales Taeryn
Nicknames: Nabri
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Alias: N/A
Age: 350
Apparent Age: Late twenties
Race: Human
Sub-Race/Lineage or Nationality/Specialty: Precursor Descendant

Appearance: Nabriales stands at 5'9" and weighs 170 pounds, a mixture of lean muscle and a small amount of fat. Nabriales is particularly fond of his youthful and somewhat varied appearance - he is adorned with a cracked pair of blue horns ostensibly as a result of his various alchemical tinkerings, and after the mishap that gave him the horns was resolved he elected to keep them as he enjoys the aesthetics of having horns. Through the cracks vis in varying shades of blue or purple can occasionally be seen flaring up, particularly when he brews potions - though also whenever emotions or tensions are high. Additionally, he has a marking just underneath his right eye that seems to indicate a guardian bond between himself and a Prae - though he is particularly reticent about any information regarding such, and merely states that he enjoys the way that the marking looks.

Nabriales can often be found with eccentric clothing, preferring to wear loose-fitting robe-like clothing that gives him maximum fluidity and breathing room. He is known to change the colour of his clothes, or even his entire ensemble, on a whim. His clothing choice is often woefully inadequate for his chosen profession - alchemy - and his colourful drapery is often made moreso by the spills of various reagents, and patches tend to be missing - Nabriales often does not notice this, and as soon as it is pointed out will either change entirely or repair his garment magically.

Of particular note is Nabriales' otherworldly beauty. Precursor descendants are widely recognised as being far more beautiful than ordinary humans - and Nabriales is considered especially beautiful by Precursor standards. Just as many average humans are utterly spellbound and captivated by beings such as Prae, who are seen as angelic, Nabriales looks almost like something out of a story book - his entire ensemble and appearance suggest something fae in origin, somehow both wicked and beautiful - and this otherworldly beauty garners him particular attention among those aesthetically inclined.

When channeling vis throughout his body, Nabriales' skin and horns take on various hues in a scintillating rainbow pattern.


Personality: Nabriales is part narcissist, part egotist, and part downright flirty - he is a man of great pleasure, and often finds it primarily in himself and his actions. Nabriales is, as most of his kind are, a prodigy in the magical arts - and this natural talent has shaped his perceptions of greatness for as long as he has been in this world. Everything always came easily to Nabriales, and he has internalised his easy successes as greatness - though he takes this far less seriously than he is like to let on. He does fundamentally believe that he is on another level, and that the majority of the people that he meets are beneath him, but does so in an endearing sort of way that leaves very little room for misinterpretation - prideful as he may be, he is well aware of his limits and is keenly perceptive of the capabilities of those around him.

Nabriales is also somewhat of a hedonist, preferring to play instead of work. In order to actually get anything done, he tries to mentally categorise as many activities as play as he physically can - and this is usually accomplished by doing everything he can with his whimsical and capricious nature and simultaneously trying to include physical relations in as many of his activities as he thinks he can get away with (which is an awful lot). As a result, Nabriales is an extremely tactile individual, and prefers hands-on contact in as many instances as possible. To many, this is a nuisance initially, but due to his fairly captivating beauty and generally intoxicating demeanour many simply learn that it is the way he works and accept it for what it is - a playful manner of going about what would otherwise be uninteresting.

Nabriales is a homosexual, and is fairly forward with it - even if it is not immediately obvious from sight alone, his interactions with any male that shows the slightest hint of interest very quickly confirm it. He is well-known for his habit of bedding people as often as possible, especially those that he has business dealings with, as he considers intimate relations the sign of a deal well-struck. If confronted about his behaviour, he is quick to apologise for any overstepped boundaries but will absolutely not tone down his flirtatious nature, and depending on the nature of the rejection will take it as a personal challenge to get what he wants. Due to his profession and innate alchemical skill, it is not usually out of the question that he gets precisely what he wants - a feat that amuses him to no end.

In general, Nabriales is a flirty, bubbly individual that delights in his own pleasure and the pleasure of others, and will seek to be the life of any party he happens to wander into. Fortunately, he considers life to be one big party.


History: To be revealed IC

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Name: Vistaeria Rhys’alamot
Nicknames: Vi
Alias: Violet Morel
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Uninterested
Age: 248
Apparent Age: 26
Race: Prae
Specialty: Warrior

{A}ppearance:

Whereas many Prae are lithe and delicate looking, Vi has a noticeably muscular body that has been honed by decades of combat and training, though it’s not quite so bulky as to slow her down. And even though she is only 5’8” tall, her fierce magenta eyes and fiery hair ensures that she is able to command peoples’ attention when she needs to. This is complemented by the fact that no matter where she goes, Vi keeps her head held high and carries herself with an near unbreakable air of confidence. Her hair is kept long and falls down to the small of her back, yet an observant eye will see that it is remarkably well taken care of, contrary to what one would expect from such a no-nonsense woman.

Her crystal shines a brilliant yellow, but is often covered by her long locks of hair. And while many Prae have soft, flowing markings, Vi’s are hard and jagged, traveling up her arms and meeting at the sword emblazoned on her back, which denotes her heritage to the Rhys’alamot house.

{P}ersonality:

The product of a strict upbringing and a life of duty, Vi is the very embodiment of the unwavering resolve that the Rhys’alamot house prides itself on. From as far back as she can remember, both her status as a prodigy and her family’s words of “Greatness, at any cost,” have shaped both her views and wants, making her competitive and prideful at her best, but also shortsighted and arrogant at her worst. Not that she particularly minds how others view her, as she personally believes that her accomplishments speak loud enough to drown out whatever complaints may arise from her inadvertently stepping on shallow egos.

And as a woman used to being in command, the fiery red head has no qualms about seizing the initiative and bearing responsibilities that others may shirk away from. To Vi, the only direction in life she is aware of is forward, with absolutely no room for hesitation or steps backwards. Once she has committed to something, you can be assured that she will see it through to the end, consequences be damned. Consequently, she comes off as a bit of a slave driver to those serving under her and is a complete nightmare for anybody short of the God-Queen to manage.

Interpersonal relationships have always been a bit of a mystery to Vi. Or rather, even though she loves Priscus and has a strong sense of duty to her people, both her Spartan lifestyle and previous position as an Exeo have prevented her from being able to see people as little more than tools. In her mind, each person has his or her own merits and proficiencies, which makes getting to know each one to better understand which tasks they are most suited to a sensible pursuit. But beyond that, there is no room for her to let them in and become friends. After all, the one tool she trusts above all others is herself. And the moment that she has to rely on others would be the day that she has truly lost her edge.

Which made Vi’s fall from grace all the more world shattering for her. For the first time in her life, she was no longer adamantly sure of where she was going or what she had to do. And that’s without even beginning to address the wounds to her pride that resulted from her power being hamstrung. In the end though, she came out of the experience even more hardened and pragmatic than she was before. Where before she treated others with a tone of indifference, now her words carry a bite to them as she no longer reins in her blunt honesty with notions like etiquette and manners.

In the name of achieving her new found goal, Vi will use any tools she feels is necessary, even ones as despicable as the Licentia, and will not hesitate to discard them as soon as they prove to outlive their usefulness.

{H}istory:

You would be hard pressed to find anyone in Priscus that has not heard the name Rhys’alamot, as the family is almost synonymous with Prae military might. From the fools that have failed to sneak into Priscus to the Licentia that have met their swords, many have cursed the name. But by the same token, they also serve as an unwavering beacon of strength and honor for the Prae, serving to keep their lands safe from whatever threats may look to exploit them.

Such was the family Vistaeria was born into. But rather than shirk away from the monumental expectations placed on her, the girl welcomed the challenge and quickly proved herself to be a prodigy, picking up her lessons far faster than any of her siblings. While her talent was a source of pride for the girl, it would also prove to isolate her from Prae her own age, not that she noticed this little detail at the time. Back then, the thrill of learning new things and testing her limits was enough for her. Before she knew it, she was already leaving home to defend the Bridges to Piscus from invaders.

Few were surprised when she grew up and was named as the family’s next heir and fewer still when she was later brought before the God-Queen to be made an Exeo. Vi took to the position well, already well accustomed to a leadership role from her time guarding the Bridges. But despite that, she was hardly prepared for what she would face when she was assigned to be an envoy to Medius. Everything from the customs and people were different, but lying in wait was something far more insidious.

The order and discipline that she had become accustomed to back in Priscus were simply gone. The negligence sickened Vi, so she started petitioning the God-Queen for permission to investigate the root of Prae’s poor conduct. But try as she might, the only orders she received from the God-Queen were to stay put. Years passed, but try as she might to ignore it, Vi felt that something was desperately wrong with what was happening in Medius. And one day, she gave up asking for permission and decided to take matters into her own hands.

Her inquiry led her to meeting with her fellow Exeo, but the deeper she dug the more she realized that there were too many inconsistencies in the Exeo’s orders to be mere coincidence or accidental miscommunication. In fact, she started to realize that it was unlikely that any of the Exeos on Medius were getting their orders from the God-Queen at all. Someone, somewhere had to be pulling their strings. And when she followed where those strings led to, Vi found herself heading to Ominar with a to pursue name: Aismael. Stupidly, arrogantly, Vi confronted the Exeo directly inside of her Spire the same day she arrived in the city.

Two years passed, the once respected Prae now a shell of her former self. The memory of being stripped of her status and power as an Exeo by the God-Queen herself has haunted her over the years, as does being labeled a traitor by her own people. Exiled from Priscus, she was sentenced to live out the rest of her days quietly. And with no allies to call her own and her once exceptional ability to use Vis taken from her, many believed this was the only path open to her. Such a pitiful notion had never even crossed Vistaeria’s mind.

And now once more, Vi finds herself in Ominar.

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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, ending up in long, dagger-like nails. Although she is able to hide her arms with her long, silk gloves (thanks to her being able to at least shrink her nails a little bit to fit on the gloves), they are still hard under her gloves, even with the silk emulating the smooth feeling of skin, it can be still be felt if one pays enough attention, or even heard when she gets careless when grabbing something. Her true form is not that different from her usual self, consisting in eight black arachnid legs coming out of her back.

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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'.

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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.

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Capabilities/Traits:

• Mental [+]

  • 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
• Physical [+]

  • 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.
    Corinna needs to take off her gloves or make her spider legs appear in order to use her silk, which she weaves with the help of her long 'nails' on her hand or with the sharp spider legs made of hard and sharp exoskeleton.
  • 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.
• Magical/Technological [+]

  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.

Name: Damian
Nicknames: N/A
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Alias: N/A
Age: 45
Apparent Age: 14-15
Race: Licentia
Sub-Race:Nightwalker/Incubus hybrid

Appearance: Damian appearance is often somewhat variable due to his Nightwalker nature, though he often tries to keep a similar shape to make it easy for people to recognize him. This base form is a small boy around his early to mid teens, often with a head of vibrant orange-ish red hair, contrasting with his stark green eyes. His height in this form is usually somewhere between 5'4 and 5'5, with a weight of about 120 pounds, give or take. He often appears in a baggy, light blue jacket, a patterned grey and white shirt, some jeans, and a pair of well-worn shoes. His horns are strange, seeming to be composed entirely out of Vis and only appears when he uses magic. Their coloration tends to fluctuate a bit depending on his mood, but generally stay within the pink-purple range. However, this form is also just a disguise, if you will.

Like all Nightwalkers, his truest self is that of a shadowy amalgamation of Vis, though it's coloration is a bit different. Instead of a thick cloud of pure black, it takes a color more akin to that of a dark, royal purple mist broken apart by soft, half-lidden purplish-pink eyes. This form

As a shapeshifter, Damian is one to changes forms as one changes clothes, and not all of them tend to be humanoid in nature. One of his favorite forms is that of a cat, this shape in particular is one he greatly enjoys wearing, due to their small size, agile frame, and how often that they get pets without having to do anything besides purr and meow. He likes getting pets.

Also, due to a personal curiosity as well as to further develop his shape-shifting skills, damian has taking to appropriating a feminine form from time to time, trying to see what it's like as a member of the opposite sex, as well as whether or not it would help him in understanding girls as a whole.

Personality: Someone like Damian is probably the last thing people expect when they here the words 'Incubus/Nightwalker Hybrid'. Instead of a being that is walking incarnation of sin and fear, you would instead meet a timid, young looking boy, likely hiding behind either another person or his own hands as he does his best in attempting to greet you. A sweet boy who holds a disdain for violence and unfounded aggression, Damian is often subject to the whims of those around him more often than he'd like. While he tries to stand-up to himself against those who would force their will upon him, his aversion to conflict and general lack of experience with people leads to him often submitting after a few harsh words, though in his thoughts, he's not as completely cowed.

Despite his timid nature, Damian is a surprisingly tenacious individual, always working to complete any task given to him with all of his effort. And with this tenacity comes a somewhat understated cleverness that manifests from time to time. This cleverness often comes out in the form of unorthodox plans and uses of his abilities in order to solve any problem he's gotten into, and while not always successful, they almost always manage to catch people off guard with how . . . creative they can be. He also can be surprisingly stubborn and headstrong in situations where he feels he has to act, sometimes to the point of foolishness. Whether this is due to naivette or some hidden reserve of courage is something even he isn't sure about.

History

Damian's upbringing was. . . unusual for those of his kind. Instead of experiencing the hardships and prejudices that plagued most of their kind, trying to live in a world where nearly everything and everyone is against you, Damian grew up in the lap of luxury for a majority of his life. Pampared and taken care, his every need met without delay, and the only thing to his life being whatever subject of study his mother would thrust upon him each morning. To say it was a rather carefree life would be somewhat of an understatement. This life was provided for by his father, Leto, an ambitious Nightwalker who sought to put his shrewd intellect to the task of clawing his way up the ladder of a large technology company that focused on aspects of both domestic and military applications.

Leto wasn't without his enemies and obstacles, however, as many higher up in the company felt that he would only bring some sort of disaster to the company, being not only a Licentia, but a Nightwalker as well. While he definitely had the merit to gain his position in the higher echeleon of the company, his appointment had already drawn a lot of bad pubilicity, and they didn't want to risk potentially losing everything just because of one uppity Licentia. So, a few measures where made in secret to undercut him, causing the factory he was in charge of and the town that surrounded it to begin to fail, and all of the blame was being placed squarely on Leto.

As a result of this, the town surrounding the factory began to start degrading from a nice, cosy place to a bit of a shit hole, with workers steadily losing their jobs and conflict steadily beginning to rise from between humans and Licentia. Damian and his family were also greatly affected by this as, one by one, the luxuries and pleasures that he'd been accustomed to vanished. Not only that, but keeping three Licentia fed, especially one as young as Damian, as proving taxing on funds and supplies. There were, of course, other methods of getting these things, but Damian's father knew that this was exactly what his enemies would be waiting for, eager to sink his reputation even further.

It was in these circumstances that Damian, 45 years old and worried about the conditions of his family's future, made a decison. He had to leave, to ease the burden on his family, at least until his father was able to get the better of those who had sought to take him down and bettered the situation. After talking it over with his father, who was extremely hesitant to send the boy anywhere alone due to his sheltered upbringing, a deal was struck. Damian would be sent to Ominar with his uncle, Nocte. While Leto hadn't spoken to his much older brother in sometime, he knew that the man was strong enough and honorable enough to be trusted with his son, and would be able to protect him from the seedy underbelly of the city. He could also teach Damian how to properly utilize his abilities as a Nightstalker, something that Leto had failed to do in his ambitious planning to gain more and more power within his company.

Unfortunately for Damian, his father couldn't have been more wrong in his beliefs. The man he once knew was no more, having fallen to the vices of potent drugs and debauchery as he made his career in what was known as 'the Midnight Circuit', A somewhat ancient tradition that had been carried over from Torqueo, it was a treacherous set of underground brutal pit-fights that went on till only one combatant was left alive. Nocte was a 3 times grand champion of the ring, but fell into heavy debt and poverty despite his success. When Damian came upin the man, he was on the end of his rope, with their new Prae overlords on one end, bashing doors in and wreaking havoc within the Licentia filled slums, while on the other hand he had many key players of the criminal underworld of Ominar chomping at the bit to get their money back. . . one way or another.

So when Damian appeared on the scene, Nocte had little hesitation in thrusting the boy headfirst into the city's criminal underbelly, warning him to keep quiet about it to his parent's until the debt was paid, or else. He even played on Damian's fear of possibly ruining his family's reputation by pointing out the fact that word of Leto's son affiliating with criminal elements would certainly cause issues for the poor man. Not only that, but Nocte made sure to make it very clear that, as Damian currently was, he'd likely be dead within a few months as some other Licentia's meal. If he wanted to survive, he needed to protection of someone powerful, and Nocte just happened to know someone who could fill that position perfectly.

And so it was that Damian was essentially sold into Darius service about a year prior to the current day, having to live with his uncle due to not making enough to live anywhere else that was even remotely safe.

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