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- Name: Natala Chained
- Age: 21
- Gender: Female
- Race: Possessed Human
- Nation: Iliserev
- Appearance:
She has a face that looks slightly younger than her age which is surprising given the hardships of her past. The top of her right ear has been clipped off to mark her as a slave and the left side of her face has been tattooed with a pattern of crisscrossed chains to mark her as an escapee. Natala is shorter than average thanks to the meager amounts of food she was supplied with as a child. - Personality: Quiet but arrogant and selfish. She had so little of her own in her past that anything that is now hers is guarded and precious. Natala feels uneasy in rooms with closed door and very much prefers that doors with locks remain open. Windowless rooms are the worst. The only thing that she is aggressive towards is the protection of herself and her freedom, something that she will easily kill for.
- Biography:
Natala was born into slavery, with no father and never seeing her mother again after being sold off as a child. With no family and no name she had little hope. only a handful of years alter she was sold again to Erantus Morceba, a cruel, pot-bellied man fond of beating his slaves with his ring adorned fists. From here is where she attempted to escape the first time, at age 14. She lasted only a couple of days in the wilderness before being caught by Morceba's personal slave hunter.
She was beaten into submission and then further into unconsciousness. She awoke tied down, the slave hunter looking down at her while Morceba looked on. They tattooed her face, one link every day for two weeks while denying her food. It was a punishment and also a message to any others that would try to escape. Natala was worthless now, and a worthless slave was one that could be beaten or killed.
After that her life became worse, being punished for the smallest transgression or merely by her masters whim. for two years she endured. With no further to fall she tried to escape again, wiser and and more determined. It would be better to die than live like that.
Maybe she wasn't wise enough to effect such an escape. After only three days she ran out of food, trekking through the Illiserev landscape in the dead of winter. Natala made it into the windswept mountain glaciers where following her would be difficult and any hope of finding her alive faded. For another two weeks she walked, sleeping in what shelter she could find. And then she found the thing.
It was huge, barely human looking, and to all appearances it was dead. It wore ancient, heavy iron armour with the leather fittings long since rotted away to dust and even the metal flaking away after an untold amount of time. The being bent forward, as if fending off a series of blows and was impaled by numerous lances of metal, ice and stone.
Despite all this the flesh was almost warm to the touch, as if it had been alive only hours ago. Blood pooled at the bases of the spikes, dripping even as she watched. And she was desperate. With a sharp stone she sliced into it, gorging herself on the flesh. Natala doesn't know how long she spent in the foreboding shadow of that thing. It was days, certainly. Eventually she felt strong enough to leave, taking all of the 'food' that she could carry and giving thanks to whatever it was that had saved her. For the first time she felt hope.
It was a long time before Natala reached a city where she stole clothes that enabled the runaway slave to blend in. Regardless of the care she took Natala was eventually spotted by the slave hunter used by Morceba. To escape twice was death and this time he put his effort into killing her. His sword struck a blow that cut her arm to the bone. The pain was immense, as was the despair. Together they overwhelmed her and she blacked out.
She came to deep in the miasma of Talze Utera with a bloodied blade and a feeling of worry, like she would feel for another person but directed towards herself. Over time she became more aware of these alien emotions and impulses. There was something else inside her that hadn't been there before. It was immensely ancient but filled with gratitude towards her.
Natala wanders the countryside of Illiserev, stealing what she needs and delving often into Talze Utera, where she feels most comfortable. In the years since her final escape the tattoo on her face has grown, a single link at a time. - Abilities:
Mundane:- Sword skill: Natala is modestly proficient with a blade, enough to defend herself and be more than a match for any random thug.
- Master of mimicry: She can pick up things easily through observation, learning even advanced skills by watching them a couple of times. Because this is mere mimicry she might not understand the underlying theory behind things.
Magical:- Wind Form: In dire circumstances she becomes the wind, untouchable. This is draining and consumes an amount of stamina. It is the act of changing that consumes stamina though she can only rest in her physical form. Her body can currently sustain a half dozen transformations in a day. It can be prevented by her being restrained by a foreign object, something she doesn't consider her own.
- Cutting Wind: When she is in the direst of circumstances and has given up all hope the Thing takes over. Natala becomes a paragon of rage and aggression, shifting rapidly between being solid and ethereal. The skill she shows with a blade in this state is not her own. This lasts until the threat is dealt with or she is restrained.
- Important Items: Natala owns little but the clothes on her back and her sword, a Talentium blade that she keeps for no other reason than its durability. She is reluctant to own more as she is only just used to the idea that she owns herself.
- Notes on her Possessor: Whatever now shares her body with her once possessed command of the abilities she now has before it was restrained some thousands of years ago by an unknown force. It can only communicate through vague feelings and has no command of language. The first feeling that it sent was one of glee. It had traded an eternity locked to a hillside for the chance to live a humans short but infinitely more interesting life.
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A woman of tall stature, her piercing, clear eyes hide beneath them a soft-hearted soul. As an Astopolian citizen coming from a place of aristocracy and wealth, her appearance is naturally clean and pristine. Donning regal colors of red, blue and gold, she appears as if a powerful individual, despite being the mere leftovers of a would-be war hero. Ambroise carries herself with dignity and a sense of importance; if only as practice for the day she truly deserves it. Despite her tendency towards magic, Ambroise possesses a strikingly powerful build for such a character, following in the ways of her father.
"The most terrifying mage is one who, once devoid of defenses and allies, duels the threat with nary a twitch of fear or a drop of sweat."
Personality:
Last remainder of her late siblings after the War, Ambroise's sole purpose is to ensure the continuation of her family's notoriety and honor. Though she is kind almost to a fault, she follows guidelines without question; though the death of an 'innocent' Talze Uteran by her hands tears at her soul, she ultimately follows through. While her peers can see this conflict clearly in her expressions they too, ultimately, understand her devotion to a cause.
Underneath her warm exterior lies a hardened spirit that pushes through most any conflicts. She is not one to ask for help when it comes to emotions or troubles, preferring rather to 'bottle them up' or simply push past them. She does not buckle under pressure, nor give up when exhausted. Of course, she is not invincible, and so she often harms herself in the process, either by forgoing sleep or pause.
In essence, she is a woman who, despite having clear wishes and desires, chooses to follow tradition and work for others rather than herself.
Biography:
Ambroise was born 13 years prior to the war to the Formaza family, a low-ranking knighted family in service to Astopol. Their unique skillset made them a valuable, if not unwieldy, asset to the war against the Jeulian Empire when the War came around. Focused upon long-channel casting to unleash devastating strikes, they required retinues of other knights to protect them while they prepared. Unfortunately, through the ranged strength of the Jeulian Empire, their effectiveness was lost; snipers easily picked apart their ranks before they could finish casting.
While Ambroise's 2 older brothers and 3 older sisters fought in separate ranks of Astopol's army. Her brothers fought at the front, while her sisters acted as the artillery mages their family was notable for. At the young age of 13, Ambroise was unfit to participate, and so remained at home during the War. As the months passed, her siblings perished one by one. Slaughtered at the frontlines or suddenly ended from afar at the back.
Fearing the worst for their family's continuation, Ambroise's parents began tailoring her existence towards that of a marriage tool; with no one else to carry on the family line, they had to be absolutely sure she would guarantee its survival. Where once she was trained in the arts of magic, she had been funneled into becoming a proper lady, expected to be quite the catch for another groom-to-be.
With her last sibling perished, her father was sent to war just in time to experience the Talentless Strife. He survived, and brought back with him a blade of Talentium to give to Ambroise. With it, he hoped, the young girl could bring back what little glory that had lost and then some. Talentium, in the hands of a mage like herself, could prove her to be far greater than any faster spell-slinger of Astopol. With hope for their bloodline's continuation and attaining fame, they returned Ambroise to her arcane training alongside becoming a tool for marriage.
Still, as the only child of the family, they ensured the officers of Astopol overseeing her would not send her on especially dangerous missions. Ambroise has set off as a knight of Astopol to make her parents -and her late siblings- proud to be mages of their caliber and skillset.
Abilities:
Ambroise Formaza's focus is on that of 'Grand Casting'; the use of time and channeling to produce spell effects not merely destructive in nature, but absolutely devastating. Though the presence of her Talentium sword offers her considerably faster casts, considering her natural spell casting speed is already exceptional, the use of channeled magic nevertheless means the spells take some time to cast and are that much more powerful.
It is for this reason, however, that even her basic quick spells are of particularly notable potency. A spell that normally takes longer for even a Talentium-user to cast for its power is a 'normal' spell for Ambroise, flung in the mere blink of an eye. Still, she prefers to deal in absolutes. The 'absolute' here being that the enemy will absolutely die.
With a long-channel spell, Ambroise can unleash a level of destruction within a confined, almost pressurized area with incredible effect. The spells are not merely limited to destruction, however, as Ambroise can also unleash defensive casts of similar strength. In the same vein, Ambroise is exceptional at creating defensive fields whilst she channels her spells, affording her a level of protection that aids in delaying attacks from any enemy.
Though she focuses upon magecraft of the artillery-esque nature, Ambroise is hardly a pushover when it comes to swordplay.
Knight's Court Judgement || Ambroise's main offensive spell, channeled up to thirty seconds. The massive light-element bolt deals exceptional damage to any target stricken. Ambroise can force the spell to imbue its energy into the target rather than as an area blast, confining the destruction to the affected object or person rather than the environment.
Request of Angels || Usable (effectively) only where the sky is visible, this spell summons upon the field a flurry of arcane bolts from on high. Able to be made more random in targeting, Ambroise can saturate an area with the effect to counter more nimble opponents. The effect, whilst far less powerful than Knight's Court Judgement, can be maintained so long as Ambroise is channeling.
Steel Skies Breath || An enchanting spell, Ambroise can channel light elemental energy into either her, or another's blade. The length of the channel determines the potency contained within the blade, which is diminished as the enchanted weapon strikes material objects.
Timeless Heavens || An area slowing spell. By channeling this spell, Ambroise can encapsulate a large area in a slowing field, maintained so long as she channels. Should the field be removed before any occupants come to a halt, their original speed is returned to normal, along with any momentum they possessed. If used in an area that also includes herself, she is affected as well. This is a defensive spell that Ambroise cannot maintain while using other spells; full attention and focus is required to use it.
Hallowed Courts || An environmental enchantment spell, Hallowed Courts creates an area around Ambroise that seeks to deflect incoming attacks or attack invaders. Ranged attacks are stricken out of midair by ethereal swords, while enemies within the area are assailed by a flurry of nigh-invisible slashes and thrusts. Though it requires a light channeling, Ambroise can maintain this spell whilst activating others, albeit with the latter being necessarily slower.
Souls of the Fortress || A barrier spell that creates multiple layers with a longer channel. Barriers that experience overwhelming force will 'retreat' into those barriers behind it, bolstering the next layer to be more durable than the last. These barriers will remain standing even after the channel has finished.
Important Items:
Ambroise's talentium longsword, "Remembrance", named so in honor of her siblings.
She also carries with her a stitched cloth containing the names of her five brothers and sisters, worn as a mark at her waist.
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With bright blonde hair and sky blue eyes. Jacque’s sharp features are often tempered by the gentle expression he wears. Despite his large stature, taller than many of his peers at 6’4, there’s a gracefulness to how he moves. While not as powerfully built as some others, he nonetheless strikes an imposing figure when clad in his masterwork armor. Though its gleam is still bright, the dulling at the edges shows it has survived tests of its worth. His attire is predominantly blue trimmed with gold, and serves to heighten his knightly bearing.
If one were ever to see his bare torso, they would no doubt note the prominent scars there. At the center of his ribcage are five points, as if someone had attempted to plunge their hand into him. Perhaps more worrying would be the effect on his shadow. While it appears completely normal if cast in front of him, when his shadow is behind him those perceptive enough may notice jagged five points of light upon his chest. Almost as if the light is passing through the scars.
Name: Jacque Raynes
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nation: Astopol
Personality: Lax. From how Jacque acts, most people would likely never guess he came was raised among the upper class. He’s very much an open individual, and prides himself on being an easy person to talk with. Reserving distinction for when strictly necessary, he treats most that he meets with the same amount of respect. Admittedly it may be a bit flippant of him to do so, but respect given is generally respect returned.
A guardian more than any crusader, he seeks to preserve life wherever possible and tries to show mercy to even the “monsters” of Talze Utera. As a result, he generally isn’t assigned taskings where he might be allowed to make such a decision. Even when he is, it is more likely in a support role for crusaders who are more than willing to do what needs to be done. To this, he has little objections; smart enough to understand that very few others had an experience similar to his own to shape their outlook. When pushed to take a life though, he does so with ironclad resolution. It is not a decision made lightly for him, and thus he has all the more reason to follow through with it.
While never one to doubt himself, recently Jacque has found certain limits to his abilities. He practices and pushes himself daily to improve, but some things simply remain out of his reach. Unable to save his mentor from succumbing to illness, he wonders if he’ll be unable to stop others from passing. His parents grow older each day, and his friends are dispatched with greater frequency. Will he be there when he’s needed, and will his magic be enough?
The full moon is also something that makes Jacque uneasy. In the days around it, he can feel a throbbing in his old scar. The wound in his shadows seems to grow a bit larger, and a sensation grips his heart. Each month those days pass without event, but it’s still something that Jacque has never grown used to.
Biography
- At a young age it quickly became apparent that Jacque was special. He never fell sick, recovered from bumps and bruises at a remarkable pace, and grew up healthy and strong.
- The War broke his family apart as his father joined the frontlines. He does not return when it ends, but continues to fight as the March of Light begins. The Rift Beasts are driven back, and still he does not return as Astopol turns their attention against Talze Utera.
- A young boy by then, Jacque’s abilities are recognized. Hailed as another sign of the Goddess’ blessing, he is taken in to be training and taught by the finest Astopol has to offer.
- Traveling from his out of the way village though, the caravan is ambushed by a handful of monsters. They hope to kill him as a way to hurt both the country and his father, a prominent crusader by now. Yet the attack fails as a separate band of Talze Uterans interfere with the ambush, buying the defenders enough breathing room.
- Rushed to the safety of the capital, Jacque has not forgotten the events of that strange night throughout his years of training and schooling.
Born just half a decade before the Great War, Jacque was raised mostly by his mother. His parents had married young, and his father had yet to fulfill his pursuit of glory. A promising crusader, his father was not home as often as he was. His mother, understanding of her husband’s ambitions, did her best to raise him by herself. Just as well trained as her husband, she made sure that Jacque got started with his training from a young age.
Even to a father who was not home much of the year, it was clear that Jacque had been blessed in some way. He grew up faster than the other children, and boasted an inexhaustible energy. With the knowledge that his child was somehow special, his father quashed his desire for glory and settled down to live with his family. There was trouble brewing to the north, and only time would tell when it could no longer be contained. Best to actually live as a family before then.
As expected, the Jeualian Empire did not settle down as they dealt with what trouble they had in their newly established borders. With their forces assembled and their mission clear, the Empire marched its armies against the southern nations. His father took up arms again and joined the march north, leaving Jacque alone with his mother again. As the warfront slowly ground to a halt, news of his father’s efforts reach the small town they call home.
Even with the battlelines shattered by the Rift Beasts’ appearances, news reached the small town. His father had not returned for his efforts were now directed against the new monsters that plagued the land. As his father garnered more and more fame for his accomplishments, Jacque found himself the subject of respect out of association. Life did not change much for him as his town remained untouched by the chaos that had enveloped much of the land.
One day though, a group from the capital arrived at their small town. His father had spoke of Jacque quite often, and he was of enough interest that they wished for him to journey with them and learn at the best institutions the country had. There was no reason to reject, and he had since begun to push at the limits of what he could learn at home. Bidding his mother farewell and looking forward to what the future might hold, he left Kinabre in the company of the caravan.
The attack halfway to the capital was unexpected and left Jacque in recovery for half a month afterwards. Three merchants passing them by on the road. Unassuming one moment, and ferocious werewolves the next as a sphere one released bathed the area in moonlight. Unprepared for such an ambush by three of Talze Utera’s famous monsters, the guards were quickly pushed onto the defensive and gave up ground quickly.
Unable to rally, the caravan surely would have been destroyed if not for a stranger’s timely intervention. Arriving in a swirl of miasma that was typically found in Talze Utera, he pushed the three monsters back and the werewolves quickly retreated afterwards, the advantage of surprise lost. Who the stranger was has never been discovered. He disappeared as quickly as he had appeared, and there had been little clues left behind.
The rest of the journey was trouble free, and Jacque began his training shortly after he had recovered from the incident. During those two weeks, it became fairly evident to the Healers that their patient had an affinity for their school of magic. Educated and trained with the other elite magicians that Astopol boasted he met many from great families and powerful lineages, but perhaps none more notable than the daughters of the Keep and Soutcrux families. He only met Frett Soutcrux during the last year of his studies, and his teacher’s education meant he had little attention and time to put towards other things.
Recently graduated, he’s just gotten a few taskings under his belt, but nothing particularly grand. The latest job seems like it might be just the thing to get his name some recognition, though he's not particularly concerned about it.
Even to a father who was not home much of the year, it was clear that Jacque had been blessed in some way. He grew up faster than the other children, and boasted an inexhaustible energy. With the knowledge that his child was somehow special, his father quashed his desire for glory and settled down to live with his family. There was trouble brewing to the north, and only time would tell when it could no longer be contained. Best to actually live as a family before then.
As expected, the Jeualian Empire did not settle down as they dealt with what trouble they had in their newly established borders. With their forces assembled and their mission clear, the Empire marched its armies against the southern nations. His father took up arms again and joined the march north, leaving Jacque alone with his mother again. As the warfront slowly ground to a halt, news of his father’s efforts reach the small town they call home.
Even with the battlelines shattered by the Rift Beasts’ appearances, news reached the small town. His father had not returned for his efforts were now directed against the new monsters that plagued the land. As his father garnered more and more fame for his accomplishments, Jacque found himself the subject of respect out of association. Life did not change much for him as his town remained untouched by the chaos that had enveloped much of the land.
One day though, a group from the capital arrived at their small town. His father had spoke of Jacque quite often, and he was of enough interest that they wished for him to journey with them and learn at the best institutions the country had. There was no reason to reject, and he had since begun to push at the limits of what he could learn at home. Bidding his mother farewell and looking forward to what the future might hold, he left Kinabre in the company of the caravan.
The attack halfway to the capital was unexpected and left Jacque in recovery for half a month afterwards. Three merchants passing them by on the road. Unassuming one moment, and ferocious werewolves the next as a sphere one released bathed the area in moonlight. Unprepared for such an ambush by three of Talze Utera’s famous monsters, the guards were quickly pushed onto the defensive and gave up ground quickly.
Unable to rally, the caravan surely would have been destroyed if not for a stranger’s timely intervention. Arriving in a swirl of miasma that was typically found in Talze Utera, he pushed the three monsters back and the werewolves quickly retreated afterwards, the advantage of surprise lost. Who the stranger was has never been discovered. He disappeared as quickly as he had appeared, and there had been little clues left behind.
The rest of the journey was trouble free, and Jacque began his training shortly after he had recovered from the incident. During those two weeks, it became fairly evident to the Healers that their patient had an affinity for their school of magic. Educated and trained with the other elite magicians that Astopol boasted he met many from great families and powerful lineages, but perhaps none more notable than the daughters of the Keep and Soutcrux families. He only met Frett Soutcrux during the last year of his studies, and his teacher’s education meant he had little attention and time to put towards other things.
Recently graduated, he’s just gotten a few taskings under his belt, but nothing particularly grand. The latest job seems like it might be just the thing to get his name some recognition, though he's not particularly concerned about it.
Abilities
An accomplished magic user, Jacque’s specialization lies in the arts of Healing magic. Classed as a High Medic, he is capable of fulfilling most needs a squad of four other Astopolian Knights may require. With a knack for sustained magic, his effectiveness truly shines in drawn out battles where his magic can linger; repairing wounds, eliminating fatigue, and letting his comrades fight at full functionality. His talent also lends itself towards dealing with afflictions and maladies as his magic steadily burns away anything that does not belong in his patient. His magic proves to be easily identifiable though as it manifests in the form of golden motes of light, surrounding those he’s treating or falling over the area he consecrates like snow.
Sword Arts – Golden Lives Style: The foundation for is a meld before enhancement spells that boost Jacques performance to superhuman levels, resembling other males strengthened by Talentium, and powerful regeneration magic that holds his body together through the strain the style puts on him. It is a well-rounded style that does not dominate any particular aspect of combat, but nonetheless has a few tricks that may tip the scales in Jacque’s favor. When using the Sword Arts, his body is shrouded by a golden glow and sheds a constant trail of golden motes. The infusion of active magic provides Jacque a measure of protection against spells that would target him directly.
Sensory Overload: Infusing his weapon with energy, a swing releases the unstable crescent at an opponent. Successful contact causes the magic to flood their systems, where it causes their senses to run amok. While technically enhancement magic, it is entirely uncontrolled and the boosts fluctuate rapidly and without any sort of pattern disorienting and crippling those affected.
Two Gold for the Dead: Clasping his weapon with both hands, Jacque lifts it towards the sky and releases two bright bursts of magic. Although it carries minor healing properties, the magic is meant to cleanse the undead, diseased, and other foul beings. Any “unhealthy” cells are attacked and destroyed, burning them away with holy light.
Benediction of Gold: A declaration that none shall fall brings forth a burst of healing unlike any other. It is merely the appearance of powerful healing magic though, and in truth is simply the bolstering of a body’s ability to heal. Accelerating it to a rapid degree, the healing magic stabilizes the process for his allies, counteracting any negative effects. Unfortunately, even the magic cannot provide all the energy and the healing of their wounds may be paid for with fatigue and exhaustion.
Gilded Feathers: A flare in the magic that infuses Jacque signals the preparation receive an attack. A brief bout of invincibility that would tear his body apart regardless of how fast it could recover if it lasted for more than that moment. A great flash of light accompanies the spell, a show of the energy used, and protecting him further by blinding enemies.
Two Gold for the Dead: Clasping his weapon with both hands, Jacque lifts it towards the sky and releases two bright bursts of magic. Although it carries minor healing properties, the magic is meant to cleanse the undead, diseased, and other foul beings. Any “unhealthy” cells are attacked and destroyed, burning them away with holy light.
Benediction of Gold: A declaration that none shall fall brings forth a burst of healing unlike any other. It is merely the appearance of powerful healing magic though, and in truth is simply the bolstering of a body’s ability to heal. Accelerating it to a rapid degree, the healing magic stabilizes the process for his allies, counteracting any negative effects. Unfortunately, even the magic cannot provide all the energy and the healing of their wounds may be paid for with fatigue and exhaustion.
Gilded Feathers: A flare in the magic that infuses Jacque signals the preparation receive an attack. A brief bout of invincibility that would tear his body apart regardless of how fast it could recover if it lasted for more than that moment. A great flash of light accompanies the spell, a show of the energy used, and protecting him further by blinding enemies.
Important Items
Evloga: A long staff forged of Talentium, it occasionally bears the ornate flag of Astopol when appropriate. A tool for defense, Jacque uses it mainly when holding his ground and takes advantage of its vast reach to keep his enemies at a distance.
Krisil: A greatsword, Krisil is only drawn when Jacque must take the offensive. The nature of his mindset when wielding the weapon means his enhancement magic tends to lean towards speed and strength rather than toughness and regeneration.
Fylakas: His father’s knife, also of Talentium make, that was passed onto him recently when he returned to visit his parents. A gift and tool that would hopefully keep him safe and return him to them. Perhaps it is unsurprising then, that Jacque’s magic flows to keeping him standing and withstanding blows.
The Goddess’ Tear: A reinforced vial that hangs from a necklace, the water contained within comes from what is said to be the holiest spring in all of Astopol. Given to him as a gift from his mentor when he left her guardianship, it’s a precious memento.
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Name: Hector von Helbrecht
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nation: Astopol
Appearance: Stands rather tall at 6'2. Has a rather chiseled build from years of physical training. When not in military uniform, he can be found wearing formal suits and capes. When bare-chested, numerous scars can be seen across his chest and back as a result of various battle wounds taken over the years. Generally has a somber or stoic bearing.
Personality: Stern and disciplined, Hector strives to project a dignified bearing suitable for the last scion of House von Helbrecht. He bears a hatred of monsters and Talze Utera ever since his unit was annhilated in an ambush by monsters. Generally regarded as one of the more zealous crusaders, he believes that all monsters are filth and should be put to the sword. Ruthlessly pragmatic, he has no qualms with what he regards as "delivering justice" to all monsters and human enemies of the state.
Biography:
- Born as the first and only son of the noble House von Helbrecht. Trained in the art of war from an early age.
- As the Rift Beasts appear, Hector loses both of his parents to the ravages of war, leaving him as master of the household as a young adolescent.
- Throws himself even further in his training from then on, wanting to avenge his parents.
- Enlists in the Astopolian military the moment he is of age. Shows great talent and quickly rises to a junior officer's rank.
- Is one of very few survivors of the Taldeer Massacre, in which most of the men in Hector's unit, including his captain, are ambushed and slaughtered by Talze Uterans. Has nursed a hatred of monsters ever since.
Abilities:
- Steel Rain: The sword flashes, and in an instant, one strike becomes several. Allows Hector to make several slashes in the time it would take to swing his sword once. The amount of fatigue this technique induces increases exponentially with each additional strike that is made.
- Iron Within: With the blink of an eye, the sword shifts to meet the enemy's blade, no matter what position it was in before. No matter what stance Hector is in, he can move to parry an enemy's blow instantaneously. The blade is temporarily reinforced to the point where it could take a tremendous blow without damage, but this comes at the cost of Hector's stamina, with heavier blows exhausting him more and more. The longer a distance across his body Hector has to move his sword, the more this technique tires him out.
- Iron Without: From Iron Within, the blade inconceivably twists pasts the opponent's guard in a flash and lashes out. Makes an almost instantaenous counter-attack once a blow is parried with Iron Without.
- Thunder Hammer: Crash down on the enemy from above with the sky's wrath. A finishing blow whose strength is enhanced several times over, and tellingly makes a sound akin to a thunderbolt on impact.
Important Items:
- Deus Vult: Hector's talentium greatsword. Named for a phrase from an ancient dialect.
Name: Lillet Duchamps (nee Lillet Blanc)
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Nation: Illiserev
Appearance: Lillet stands at average height, and has a slight build that tends to hide her true strength. She dresses like most girls, and seems to lean more toward clothing lacking ostentatious accents. Some would scoff at such preferences as a sign of her humble birth. She would ignore them. She tries to avoid full-length dresses, as they can get in the way when it comes to martial arts.
Personality:
Lillet is warm, friendly, and usually pretty well behaved. In battle, she is passionate and hot-blooded, and tends to really go all-out on her kiai. In no way is she afraid to take risks and bet everything on slim chances, intending to make up the rest on sheer guts. She’s a careful student of history, and is particularly interested in the origins of the Gods of War, and other such ancient mysteries.
She’s jealous and somewhat distrustful of all these Talentium-wielding wannabe “God-breakers” running around. Sure, they’re powerful, but the attitude they can have toward Gods of War can get infuriating at times. The ancient colossi may not be as effective against Rift beasts, but there’s no need to call them obsolete, or behave as if one is inherently superior. Then again, anyone who gets too cocky about taking on a giant mecha solo may have another thing coming. She may be suffering a bit from being an old "elite" faced with changing times, or simply influenced by the stereotypes carried by those around her a bit too much.
Lillet is terrified of vampires. She also dislikes spiders, centipedes, and other creepy things with too many legs. Otherwise, she fears very little. Mundane threats such as assassination or Rift beasts are challenges to overcome.
Biography:
Lillet was born into a family of servants within the Duchamps household. When she was three years old, her mother took her to see the Duchamps family's God of War. Azure Aeon knelt down before the young girl, irrespective of its current Chosen's wishes, and a dark blue crest manifested itself over Lillet's solar plexus. This sudden changing of Chosen, and to a lowborn girl, no less, caused something of a stir within the family ranks. Lillet was quickly adopted into the family, for appearance's sake if nothing else. It simply wouldn't do to have their Chosen be a servant and not a member of the family.
Life didn't really improve for Lillet much, as she was scorned by her eldest adoptive brother, whom everyone thought would inherit the Aeon. Outside of public functions and social events where she was treated as the Duchamps' youngest daughter, she was essentially still treated as a servant. She was also bullied by some of her siblings, her eldest brother chief among them. There's certainly no love lost between her and most of her adoptive family. Those relatives whom she actually likes do see more than the merely formally polite treatment. Even appearance-wise, she's something of the literal black sheep of the family, as most true Duchamps are blonde or otherwise fair-haired.
Lillet's extensive martial arts training began young, where she was placed under the tutelage of the various battle-butlers of the family. Physical abuse, at least, dropped off quickly once she became able to effectively defend herself against any such attempts. The whole "Fist of the Six Heavens" thing may be a bit of a fabrication either by Lillet or her entire family, but nobody's likely to give a straight answer if asked. She takes quite a bit of pride in her skills, and keeps them sharp with frequent practice and training. Including kata done by giant robot.
Within the cities managed by the Duchamps family, Lillet is often paraded around as a symbol of strength and tradition. Actual combat tends to be managed by the corps of battle butlers and the family's eldest son, who turned out to be capable of using Talentium. The friendly (on the surface) rivalry between brother and adopted sister continues to this day. The brother names his Talentium greatsword "God-Breaker". The sister is happy to point out he's done no such thing to actually earn such a title. And so it goes. Propriety and fear of being absolutely crushed under the full weight of parental anger are probably the only things which have kept the two from just fighting it to the death, already.
It perhaps comes as little surprise, given her family situation, that Lillet spends much of her time traveling around Illiserev alone, usually involved in one or another of her antiquarian searches. She spends her days looking for and investigating ancient ruins and other sites. Occasionally, she'll manage to actually scrape together a full expedition of like-minded scholars, either on a volunteer basis or by funding an expedition via her family ties, however tenuous they are. Usually, any such funded expeditions require a fair bit of convincing that they will increase the prestige of the family one way or another. If she ever did find something irrefutably related to the Gods of War (or even a new one), it would be quite something, indeed.
Abilities:
Chosen of the God of War Azure Aeon
Lillet is not particularly talented as a mage, and her abilities are primarily focused into spells designed to enhance herself or her God. Rather than annihilate the battlefield with long-incantation destruction magic cast from impunity aboard a colossal robot, she focuses on physical enhancement, elemental auras, and other spells which allow her and Aeon to more easily cut a swath of destruction through the battlefield, personally. The effects she can achieve may pale in comparison to those of Talentium wielders, but they do keep her from falling behind quite as badly. She also has something of a knack for healing magic, although she usually only heals herself. She can heal others by laying on hands, but she can’t manage anything useful at ranges beyond touch.
Fist of the Six Heavens - Lillet is trained in a martial arts style that has been passed down along with her God of War. True, it lacks the power of modern Sword Arts, but it is unusual in purpose all the same: it is designed specifically for use with and by a God of War. Aeon’s weapon itself has been lost for generations, and the Six Heavens represent its current unique armament.
Alone, Lillet's techniques are useful enough to handle combat against a few opponents, although she's no match for anyone wielding Talentium, even fighting at her best. Unless she manages to disarm or evade such a foe, she would be overwhelmed, quite possibly sooner rather than later. The true strength of her art comes from the fact that it treats Aeon as an extension of her body. She generally doesn't fight with it while still on the ground, to avoid squashing herself.
Important Items:
Azure Aeon
A blue-armored God of War which leans more toward speed and agility than raw physical power. Aeon, as Lillet usually calls it, has a long and battle-scarred history, like all such ancient war machines. Its original weapon is lost to the sands of time, although Duchamps family history has it that one of the other nations possesses it as spoils of war. For the past several generations, Aeon has fought unarmed, using techniques that are quite similar to those used in unarmed combat across Illiserev. One hasn't lived before one has seen a giant robot throw another giant robot across a battlefield.
Aeon is maintained by a dedicated staff of maids-turned-mechanics, who are very proud of their work, and that one of their own is its current Chosen.
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Name: Charlotte Wittenberg
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Nation: Illiserev
Appearance:
Standing at a middling height of 5’ 5”, she has a slim frame to match. She shies away from wearing full length garments, having a tendency to wear short dresses on most occasions. She lets her hair grow long but maintains it meticulously nonetheless. When heavier garments required, she often forgoes proper coats for a thick, long cloak, which can be easily shed when required. Has a light step.
Puts up a reasonable effort in maintaining a human appearance, to an end that she uses illusion magic to do so.
Personality:
Curious, industrious, and hardworking, Charlotte has a relaxed, but sometimes meddling personality. Having an active, eager mind with a need for fulfillment, she likes to travel and see new sights.
Despite being a vampire, she does not shy from parlaying with her fellow Illiserev countrymen, enjoying engaging strangers and striking up friendly conversation over a pint of ale or even on the street. A bit of a busybody, she is a bit invasive in privacy and sometimes even involves herself in affairs that don’t concern her. Possessing high self-confidence and exceptional tolerance for embarrassment, she’s willing to do many things that would make a proper lady faint at the thought of.
Her persona isn’t all rosy, however; Despite her cheery, kind, and laid-back demeanor, she has no problems using slaves as sustenance or killing in cold blood. Nonetheless, she conducts herself safely within the confines of the law.
Having lived in Illiserev for so long, she has adopted much of the customs and mannerisms of its people.
She has a phobia of objects on a grand scale. Large, submerged entities make her uncomfortable, and towering, imposing mecha and rift beasts alike trigger her flight more than her fight instinct.
Biography:
- Part of a branch of vampire nobles of middling importance.
- Lived the depths of Talze Utera at the outbreak of war. Did vampire things.
- Sent to hold down the fort at a property in Illiserev, the rest of her bloodline followed the heed of the Scarlet Court into battle while she acquainted herself with the eccentric hobbies her uncle left behind.
- Found herself alone at the end of the conflict. After mourning her loss for a time, she decided to take the estate she maintained for herself and rebuilt it.
- Having finished her task, she quickly became tired of domestic life, and made it her pastime to disguise herself as a human, gallivanting the land like a vagabond tourist. She often returns to the quaint vineyard to fawn over her maids and butlers nonetheless.
Abilities:
Charlotte is well-versed in blood magic, but never had the opportunity to develop much ground in necromancy beyond its intermediate principles. Living in Illiserev, she has grown used to and prefers using a more standardized field of Sword Arts, keeping her more taboo skills in reserve.
Her Sword Arts aim to destabilize and manipulate the opponent’s flow of battle.
Canter – An attack of middling speed and uneven pace that condenses and shifts the weight of her blade at the moment of impact with a depressive, backwards felt blow that is felt in the eardrums. A connecting blow dulls the senses and throws the body off balance, impairing their response time.
Depress – Charlotte slashes her sword at an arc at the enemy, channeling energy through the edges of the weapon. Magic disperses in an outward vector pattern into the atmosphere around her, giving the enemy a feeling of overbearing weight while rejuvenating herself.
Royal Set In/Set Out - A sudden crack of mana allows Charlotte to near instantly engage with an opening strike from a distance. Alternatively, she can near instantly parry and rapidly disengage, opening a wide distance between her and her opponent. Exceptionally exerting, she would be playing a defensive dance over the next few exchanges upon using this art.
Scarlet Whip – Blood magic. Charlotte draws a string from a proper blood source. She maintains its form in a razor-sharp manner to strike at the enemy as an auxiliary or primary weapon.
Blood Sphere – Blood magic. Charlotte forms a condensed sphere of blood near her body. It rotates rapidly, spinning off drops of blood that harden into sharp bullets that shoot at her targets like a Gatling weapon.
Important Items:
Talentium Side-sword – She doesn’t care about the naming symbolism shit. A light, easy to handle weapon that allows for flexibility in sword techniques. Charlotte’s style of attack allows it to scale up well in matching heavier weapons such as great swords and longswords.
Renny S E A S O N E D
Member
Seen
10 mos ago
Name: Notia Cragsky.
Age: 18 ½ .
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Nation: Astopol.
Appearance: Notia is a stoic-looking youth at first glance. His serene green eyes and blond hair are often reminiscent of the Astopol’s scenery. Rural and full of a quaint, transcendent peace. He stands at a height of 6’0” (182.88cm) even and can often be seen wearing an unorthodox though somewhat rugged and worn white mantle. His clothing can vary between his military uniform and casual clothing, Though usually he’d be seen sporting a black shirt, fit likewise-colored jeans, and hard-sole boots.
Personality: Notia is deeply indebted to his mother and by association to The Goddess of Miracles. So he shows undying loyalty to both. At his core, Notia is a rash, hardworking swordsman whose discipline and willpower has given birth to a powerful sense of duty. To mask his impulsiveness, he has adopted a quiet strength. He rarely speaks and more often than not will be the first to leap to someone’s defense. His mother, by nature, cultivated a empathetic sixth-sense in him. One that at times can make reconsider his actions midway and causes hesitance. Its this bad-habit that encourages the fear of failure inside him. Besides this, he has a hard time trusting newcomers into his life and often looks for betrayal in others. In their words, actions, or lack thereof.
Biography:
- At the age of 16 his elder sister: Relena Cragsky and father: Lodall Cragsky was honored for their part in averting a small crisis. Seen as heroes in the eyes of his people, Notia too places them on a pedestal. To him, they were too bright to look upon. He begins his training with Lodall and Relena. He shows promise but is often neglected in order for Relena and Lodall to sharpen their skills on worthy opponents. He begins to recede into himself, showing less and less interest in the affection of his mother: Ecva Cragsky.
- Now 18, Relena leaves home in order to participate in upscale tournaments. She tells Notia to take the chance to grow stronger. Lodall, without Relena to distract him puts his all into training Notia. Father and son forges a bond for the first time; Notia finally feels seen.
- Word of Relena’s death reaches the Cragsky home. She lost to a particularly vicious swordsman who used a vicious pale-blade. Lodall Cragsky leaves in order to avenge his daughter’s death. With tears in her eyes, Ecva senses a disturbance in Notia’s silent and cold goodbye. 3 months Notia heartlessly blurts out that Ecva was never like them. She doesn’t dispute his claims but instead embraces them. She argues legitimate claims of harmonious balance, tender kindness, and unseen strengths.
- 7 months pass without disturbance. Ecva sits out on her cobblestone porch often to watch Notia practice his elegant, complicated sequences. Relena returns with a stub where her left arm should be along with their father’s sword. Notia grows depressed for a year and half. He joins Astopol military to distract himself. Impressed with his natural talent, they test to see if he’s compatible with Talentium, which resulted in a phenomenal success.
- Notia turns 17, still heavy with emotional baggage. Ecva and Relena takes him to the nearby monastery. They spend an entire week there. Ecva speaks of Lodall’s grisly determination. Relena, who still held capable skill with a blade, sparred with Notia in a almost kind-manner; recounting Lodall’s signature moves and philosophies. In the end, the two managed to exorcise Notia of his sadness.
Abilities:
- Daring Sky | A sword skill that allows him to instantly defend against perceived attacks, transcending both space and time. This ability operates on a surreal version of muscle memory, usually consisting of pre-programmed defensive and offensive tactics (ie. A sequence of learned parries, dodges, or disarming techniques.)
- Recognized by the prismatic undertone behind his green eyes.
- Manifested from his desire to be greater than his father.
- Lasts only two seconds at a time.
- Relena! | A sword skill that doubles the strength of his blows with every consecutive clash that lands on his opponent.
- The sword must be held in his left hand. Manifested from his desire to honor his sister's sacrifice.
- His eyes have a prismatic undertone to them.
- If he swings and misses or waits over a minute to attack, the multiplier resets.
- He attacks another target besides the focus of his (current) multiplier, the multiplier resets.
- If he receives a direct blow, the multiplier rests.
- Boundless Sky | A sword skill that concentrates and cultivates his willpower to a phenomenal degree, to the point that it allows him to mutate physically. His physical attributes are all quintupled.
- A prismatic glow can be seen emanating beneath the skin. His hair grows wild, shoulder-length and changes to a unnerving white.
- Manifest from his desire to protect his mother.
- In spite of his unnatural boost in physicality, this ability snatches his will to fight further.
- He has a time-limit of thirty seconds.
Important Items:
- Cragsky | His Talentium katana.
- Relena’s Charm | A solid slate of gold that hangs from the hilt of Cragsky.
- Ecva’s Earring | A indigo crystal that hangs from his right ear. It holds the ability to heal him once a day. (snatches energy from his mother to do so.)
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Member
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Name:
Odile Totena
Age:
Late teens.
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Nation:
Talze Utera
Appearance:
Odile stands at 5'2" (157cm) and has a rather weathered build. His most notable feature would be the various scars adorning his body. Every inch of his skin is damaged, either torn by cuts, charred by burns, or pockmarked by disease. As such, his body has grown quite resilient. All unnecessary aspects of his body has been removed by starvation or practice. Despite his rather monstrous appearance, his auburn hair is constantly braided and kept long, as he has never thought to cut it.
To make matters worse, he has black, smoking objects erupting upwards out of the top of his back. They are in the shape of two spears and a staff. They look rather inhuman, as if they shouldn't exist in this world. They just appear like something is wrong, though it is indescribable to say what.
If it weren't for his scars and massive protrusions, he would make for a rather attractive woman.
His outfit changes every so often. He used to wear a large set of crusader armour, but it was much too heavy and cumbersome to walk around normally in. As such, he tends to wear large hooded robes to hide his ghastly appearance. While alone, however, he doesn't wear much. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Personality:
Odile resembles less of a human and more of an injured animal. He doesn't have the keenest sense of morality, nor does he have knowledge of manners or the like. He acts more basic than that. If someone gives him food, he'll maybe follow them. If someone attacks him, he'll fight back. He runs off of instinct first and foremost.
Even with this primitive way of thinking, he at least has basic understandings of things. He understands the common tongue and can speak speak it, albeit poorly. He understands basic knowledge of the world, like currency and exchanging it for goods and services. Actually getting him to use currency, however, is another story.
He has an extreme hatred for crusaders. If he sees someone who looks like a crusader, there is no doubt that he would attack them. However, while he hates crusaders, he doesn't actually know that Astropol is behind all of the raids into his former home.
He rather enjoys the company of other people, a result of being alone for so long. Despite this longing of human contact and his targeted hate, he still is afraid of people. In fact, it has reached the point where he is afraid of both being alone and being close to other humans. He is filled with frustration because of it.
Biography:
Odile was born alone. His true father and mother had abandoned him inside of Talze Utera. Despite this cruel fate bestowed upon the child, a lone monster decided to save him. Perhaps out of guilt, perhaps out of sympathy, a solitary orc found Odile and brought him into his home. The orc taught Odile the best that he could about living and surviving inside of their cruel home. The two were happy, like father and son.
However, the joys of youth were soon cut down by the misguided actions of crusaders. Odile, who ha no knowledge of these people, saw that they were like him. They weren't monsters like the dangerous people in his nation. They must be like him! He managed to get them to follow him. He brought them to their house. His father, the orc, went out to greet them. The crusaders thought that the orc kept Odile as a slave. They swiftly cut down the orc. In a panic, Odile ran. He ran and ran until his legs gave out. That was when he met the witch.
The young witch with black hair and red eyes listened to what happen in what disjointed way Odile could tell it. She taught Odile some words so that he may speak it better. One word was what to call her - mother. One word was particularly heinous - crusader. It was the people responsible. The witch, perhaps out of sympathy or perhaps out of malevolence, decided to help the boy. She constructed a nefarious curse - one of undeath and pestilence - and cursed the boy. After, she left, never to be heard from again.
Odile was alone once more. He only knew one thing and that was retribution. He wanted the crusaders to pay for that did. He began to hunt crusaders. Each time a crusader would appear, Odile would be eviscerated and wake up days later. However, that changed when he stumbled on a lone crusader. A survivor from an attack by other Talze Uterans. Odile managed to silently approach him and sink his small teeth into the crusader's neck. By the time Odile was disemboweled, the crusader had succumbed to blood loss and Odile felkl asleep once more with a blade inside of his torso.
When Odile woke up, he felt different when thinking about the crusaders. His bloodlust was heavier. He truly wanted them to die. However, he could do nothing from inside of Talze Utera. Crusaders would kill more and more. The only way to truly stop them would be to kill them at their home, like what happened to him. He ventured off to leave his homeland, only to find himself at Illiserev.
Abilities:
Odile's path is extremely rudimentary. He doesn't even know what Talentium is. They just end up happening for him. His path is focused on one thing - vengeance. While facing a foe that he wishes death upon (mostly crusaders and the like), his strength and speed are drastically increased.
His single unnamed sword skill reflects his wish. He forcefully tears the physical manifestation of his curse away from his body and uses it as a weapon. The blackened spears easily pierce through any sort of armour and can even cut through metaphysical objects. However, this comes at a cost; once the spears are pulled out of his body, Odile can no longer regenerate. However, this ability goes both ways. If the enemy is pierced by the spear, a toxin erupts from the wound. At that point, the wound can no longer be healed by magic. Only time can cure the wounds caused by his spears. It truly is all or nothing at that point.
Important Items:
The Witch's Curse is the physical manifestation of the curse that allows Odile to regenerate. It erupts upwards from Odile's back and takes the shape of two spears and a staff. The staff, while it is useless when torn out, keeps his sanity in check. It allows him to take immeasurable amounts of pain without being afflicted by shock. However, this doesn't mean the pain itself is negated or that he can function properly while in pain. It only means that he won't pass out from the pain, forcing him to suffer through every second of damage he takes.
The two spears are the manifestation of his healing ability. While they are inside of him, all of his wounds regenerate. This doesn't mean he can grow new limbs. Rather, it means that if he loses a limb, he can reattach it in a matter of seconds. Because of these two spears, he can function without vital organs for quite some time. However, these spears (and the staff) can be pulled out by anyone, stopping his regeneration and allowing them to inflict permanent damage on him. Despite his recovery being super human, it still takes some time for larger wounds to recover. Cuts would be healed in seconds, lacerations would take minutes, reattachment - possibly hours, and extreme damage like being torn open would take days, possibly even weeks.
But the curse has a severe price. No matter what Odile does, it slowly saps the life of everything around him. While it would take a long time for someone to die from the ability, it would take merely days for someone around him to be afflicted by atrophy and sickness. Healing magic is also halted around him, making it nigh impossible for someone to quickly recover from his aura of pestilence.
The Lost Blade is a talentium dagger embedded inside of Odile's chest. It gives him immense strength and speed. Even though he has heightened strength and speed, he doesn't actually have increased durability. If he attacks at his full strength, then both the target and him are going to break. Since he can't actually use the dagger, he is at an extreme disadvantage while fighting people who actually use their weapons properly. Like his curse, the blade can be removed from his body and as a result, he can lose his path.
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"Would you like a knife at your throat or my fingers in your eyes? Oh, and would you like those with a side of lightning?"
Name: Alexis "Alex" Weylin
Age: 19
Gender: Female - refers to herself as a male
Race: Human
Nation: Illiserev
Appearance: Alexis stands at a height of 5'8", while not a truly impressive height, it is around average for her age and sex. Growing up taught to be a male, she has cut her dark hair to a length suitable for a male's. She also has warm amber eyes which seems to gleam with a certain mischievousness at times. Her face would always hold a poker face, often emotionless whenever she isn't engaged in any form of direct conversation with anyone. Though when someone talks to her, a warm smile would appear on her face which is both comforting and soothing. As if her destiny was to become male, she was graced with only a flat chest. She has a slender frame that are all hardened through training so her appearance is very deceiving.
Practically the only thing in her wardrobe is a butler outfit - a black, pocketed, long tail-coated vest, a grey vest in it and a collared shirt underneath that. A black tie would be present around her neck. She also wears black slacks and black formal shoes. To complete the look, she wears white dress gloves. Inside her vest's pocket is a silver pocket watch where the Alurenzo's family symbol is embedded into it and a small chain is connected to it. However, the symbol has multiple scratches on it and is unidentifiable if only looked upon for a second.
Personality: Alexis looks like she has a very stoic personality. With the blank look on her face when not spoken to, that would usually lead people to think that way. However, she is actually a friendly person who would talk if talked to. Because of her training, she can't make much offhanded comments when listening in to a conversation, especially one between nobles. She just has to stay silent, listen but never speak it to anyone else, there but not making it known - such was her life so it seemed like it would be normal for her to be like that. She is a responsible person though and she steps up to prepare everything to make whatever it is to the liking of her masters. She makes mental notes on what people like and dislike so that she knows how to act or make for them when they need it.
She learned from a young age to keep her emotions locked up tight... which does lead to problems like her not willing to admit if she's hurt or something. She keeps her problems to herself and expect herself to be able to solve it without anyone's help. No use having someone else worry about you right? She also puts others before herself meaning that even if she was heavily injured, she'd put up a smile and then direct the healer or doctor to another injured person. While this may seem like a selfless act, and it is, it can lead to her demise. For her, her life isn't worth anything. She lives for others.
She has a case of motion sickness where when she's not the one driving, she becomes sick for the entirety of the ride. This is the reason why she drives the coaches when she's around, so that she will remain alert at all times. She is actually pretty scared of thunder but she loves lightning. Poor girl doesn't know whether to be scared or happy in a thunderstorm.
Biography:
- Born female, much to the dismay of her family, they decided to teach her to become a male. She didn't seem to mind. At the young age of six, she was trained to become a butler and had been placed under rigorous training as per team norm for males with magical powers. Alexis had to train extra hard to make the standards and not get suspected as a girl. Luckily, she managed to fit in quite well though is at the bottom of the barrel for the current generation.
- Taken in by the Alurenzo family at the age of 13 and never suspected her of being female. Ordered to become the personal guard of the youngest girl Zue who was at the same age as her. She was taken in because of her ability to manipulate the elements (which they thought was unique and a good catch, not knowing that Alex was a girl). She still continues training and were given particular days of the week away from the family to finish the training.
- When Alexis was 14, the Alurenzo family had packed up and left all their servants. The reasons for this move was unknown but they had only taken the head butler and head maid with them, leaving a grand total of forty maids and butlers unemployed.
- Losing her purpose in life drove Alexis to live in the streets as she could not go back to the Weylin family. She had only devoted herself in the training regiments given to her. That was when she had met Charlotte Wittenberg, an eccentric woman whom she had the pleasure of meeting one day. After a good talk with her of her past, Charlotte had decided to take her in as a butler. Alexis feels indebted to the woman for saving her.
- As time passed by, Alexis had shared her real gender with Charlotte and she had also found out that she was a vampire not too soon after she was employed (as it wasn't much of a secret within the house). This fact did not seem to bother her. At the age of 17, she was tested for her compatibility with Talentium and she had passed. They gave her a Talentium necklace to enhance her magic and a Talentium knife.
Abilities:
- Close Quarter Combat - Being trained as a butler in the land of Illiserev, it is understandable that she is an expert in this art. Though she is most often seen without a weapon, she would sometimes take out a knife or two that she would usually imbue with magic.
- Long ranged disarming - This is a must need for the butlers. She is armed with multiple throwing knives hidden within her person, which she uses to disarm a long ranged attacker when she cannot close the distance quick enough. These must be precise but can be avoided as throwing a knife isn't very fast.
- Lightning Element - This is her chosen element. It's destructive capabilities was perfect for her. This, added with the Talentium, has become quite dangerous to enemies of hers. She usually uses it in tandem with her close quarter combat but she is able to use it for long-ranged attacks if she's aiming for damaging an opponent severely rather than simply disarming them.
Sword Arts:
- Lightning Torment - The space around her would start to cackle with lightning and she would summon two large bolts of lightning and sends it towards the enemy. This is then followed up by an enchantment to her speed which she then uses to close the distance and deliver a fatal blow with her knife/knives.
- Five Pillars of Light [used as a trap] - She would set up runes around the enemy. Once everything was in position, she would activate these runes and the pillars would close in one the person/s in the middle of the trap. These take time before it is complete so long term planning is needed so she rarely uses it.
- Alazur's Might - Named after one of the male Lightning prodigies, the technique works like this. The user would surround themselves in lightning and practically becomes lightning as well, allowing the user to travel at the speed of lightning, though considerably slower but still faster than any human on this planet, towards the enemy. Once the user in lightning form makes contact with the enemy (or any solid object), it will be covered with lightning and the momentum would be dispersed throughout the enemy and the user would turn back into a human to deliver a few more blows. This is usually offensive but has been used for a quick escape. Given how straining it is to convert one's body into an element and then revert it back to its original form is, a user can only use this a number of times before passing out. Alexis can use this around two to three times a day with long gaps of time in between.
- Ten Hits - A simple unarmed combo that starts with a blow to the solar plexus that would render the enemy incapacitated for the moment and, if this hits, is followed by a series of punches and kicks and ends with a final blow by kneeing the enemy. While it is simple, it is effective in most close combat situations. Alexis adds the lightning element to it.
Important Items:
Silver Pocketwatch - Despite everything, she still keeps with her the pocketwatch that was mandatory to all Alurenzo butlers though she had long since scratched the symbol off. The pocketwatch not only shows the time, but doubles as a compass as well.
Talentium Knife - Only nine inches in length but surely sharp, she keeps this within her person.
Talentium Necklace - Found around her neck at all times, this is the main reason why she can chant her spells so fast or even without saying anything at all. It constantly gives her magic a boost.
Note: To avoid confusion, I will be using male pronouns for her in the IC.
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Member
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Name: Liza Delain
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Nationality: Dansilian
Appearance:
Liza boasts an impressive height of roughly 1.54 metres wih yellow eyes, light skin and light blonde hair.
Being an traveling Artist, Liza is usually seen wearing a unusual set of clothing. While her rather fancy looking hooded full-body cloak, gloves included, isn't anything too special; the mask combined with a Dansilian voice distorter puts her right back into the artists being weird trope. Apart from a mask to hide her face, clothing that covers her entire body and a small device that makes her voice rather mechanical the Dansilian artist also binds her breasts: making it hard to guess her real gender.
While Liza takes care to not reveal herself in public, the young woman makes full use of her 'unknown' identity when pursuing her true form of art. Preferring to wear rather casual and easy to move in clothing herself, she doesn't shy away from anything else either if the situation calls for it. In possession of a variety of fashion contact-lenses Liza also learned to speak in a variety of different dialects and tone pitches. Combined with the fact that her medical knowledge and womanly vein allows her to change her own face to quite a degree, it isn't unheard of that the 'Virtuoso' killed somebody in plain sight of everyone - just to be never seen again.
Personality: Liza is a rather ordinary young woman that isn't hard to get along with if one can ignore her mask and voice - which seems to stem from a rather serious lack of self-confidence. Open and friendly to people in general, Liza is by no means depressed all the time, though clearly makes herself down if topic of conversations should shift in a direction which involves her own doings. Liza, while not too well known thanks to her own shyness of attending meaningful events, makes a living as a wandering artist.
Behind that mask, however, the deluded Liza pursues an entirely different form of Art. While the yellow-eye's art can take on many forms it usually ends up with the death of her art object: or marks the beginning. While Liza is aware that she does her victims a favour, for example something simple like keeping their beauty for all eternity, the young artists main-drive is the goal of making her father proud, a certain inner urge, and self-satisfaction. Of course, that doesn't mean she can't practice self-control - as most of her entire being-nice behaviour is just an act - though can tend to become quite obsessive in that case.
Despite thinking what she does is right and having no morals whatsoever, she is aware that the things she does is a crime and is afraid of getting caught. Her inferiority complex, stemming from blaming herself about her father's suicide, is another fear she carries around, capable of being mentally broken if someone hits the right nerves. Furthermore, she is also afraid of her canvas(prey) being damaged by the hands of others - the world they live in is a dangerous place after all. Also, Liza despises necromancy and the prospect of 'eternal life'. While she isn't afraid to directly combat a vampire she takes extreme caution to not get turned into one of such beings herself.
While not really afraid of it, it is worth to mention that Liza doesn't like pain. She may be an artist; but not a masochist.
Biography:
Abilities:
Liza has extensive knowledge of (human) anatomy and various subjects associated with it. Her abilities go to a degree that turning a human corpse into a puppet isn't something uncommon.
While limited in its generality the young artist is adept in rune-magic - mainly infusing her bullets with it - as well as maintaining her weapon(s).
Shadow Shaping
Liza's magic is generally used to enhance her combat abilities at all ranges. First and foremost, the red-eye makes extensive use of highly specialized shadow magic: creating shadowy clones(including weapons and clothing) of her that quickly disappear if they break contact with its caster. In its simplest form, Liza simply uses this to enhance her every move, a simple strike with a weapon - or shot with a gun - is followed by a bunch more - quick enough in succession to feel like a single, stronger, attack. As an unintended side-effect, Liza herself is engulfed in a blackish aura unless she stands perfectly still. In a more advanced fashion, Liza uses her shadows to stay mobile on the battlefield and attack her opponents from multiple angles, allowing the woman to fight on par with male Talentium users.
Liza is capable of altering her own mass through magic, including specifics parts of her body.
Liza is an adept runemage.
Liza also picked up some utility spells: night vision, heat vision, eye-zoom and a spell enhancing her reaction speed.
Liza has a certain degree of resistance against tracking magic, granted to her in form as a payment by a witch.
Liza is also a tad versed in 'arcane' magics. While she has pretty much mastered the use of the 'Magic Arrow' spell and is able to make many alterations to it, the young woman actively pursues to deepen her skill.
Important Items:
Kitsune Mask
While it may just be a simple mask, for Liza it is a treasured item.
Voice Distorter
Not easy to attain outside of Dansila and costing a small fortune, the voice distorter isn't mundane enough to not be an important item.
Eclipse
Liza uses a mundane looking three-section Talentiumstaff that she carries over her robe.
Serenity&Discord
Liza's dual mid-ranged handguns. The barrels are made out of Talentium. Thanks to the advent of rune magic, those weapons are nothing more than glorified magical pea shooters.
End
Using her other weapons Liza is capable of re-assembling them into something resembling a rifle...staff. While capable of being used at close range, its main purpose lies at long range, able to be charged with magic; the weapon can also be loaded with cartridges: firing them over longer distances. The weapon has a rather strong knock back.
Talentiumsplinter
Thanks to an experiment gone wrong Liza ended up with a Talentiumsplinter close to one of her eyes - nearly making her blind on it. Now, she is capable to harness the power of Talentium enhanced magic even if stripped naked. As a side-effect however, her eye starts slightly bleeding anytime the Talentium resonates.
Hidden Talentiumknife
Yet another, relatively small, Talentiumweapon Liza carries on her pocketed underwear.
Charon
An item Liza attained from a Witch. Charon is a compass of sorts; capable of being fed with any, tiny, kind of item that contains a target's DNA. Once this has been done Charon will point towards the direction of the target until the item is digested. Charon's range, however, isn't endless.
Cartridges
Liza carries a variety of cartridges around that are empowered by curses or, with help of her own Runemagic and somebody else's plain magic, other magical effects. The fired cartridges usually activate as soon as they come into contact with an obstacle. Since most of them aren't easy to make and require the help of another individual Liza doesn't use them for everyday occurences.
Liza's cartridges are generally designed to dissipate upon activation unless otherwise specified.
Magical Bullet: Dum Dum
The most simple of Liza's cartridges aimed for 'pest control' and most effective in close and mid-ranged combat. Upon 'activation' the projectile releases a directional fiery-explosion.
Magical Bullet: Viper Shock
A projectile aimed to paralyze the target hit. Ineffective against large creatures.
Curse: Widows Embrace
A curse which makes the affected target feel strongly attached to a special someone. In this case, the special someone is Liza.
Note @Rode: Appearance doesn't matter in that case. Imagine how Kouno in Fujimi Lover is even attracted to male Hasabe rather than the female one despite looks and whatever. That kind of deal.
Magical Bullet: Zero
A projectile that, upon being fired, travels its trajectory via teleportation just mere centimetres before it is about to hit the target. In this case, the Runespell itself is the teleportation and the projectile the actual weapon - making it rather ineffective against armored targets but deadly nonetheless against unaware peasants.
Magical Bullet: Snapfrost
A projectile that intends to freeze the victim hit.
Curse: Charon's Guidance
A simple curse that allows Charon to track the cursed even over long distances and without the need of the victims DNA. In this case, Charon needs to be fed a piece of Liza's DNA with the artist having a clear intend of wanting to track the person in question.
Curse: Fool's Empress
Part of Liza's Curtain Call combination.
While a curse is bound to stick to a victim until the death of the witch Liza has made use of their unique property to enhance herself with a timed curse. Fool's Empress is a cruel Spiel that grants the user a huge fucking amount of mana unlimited power. However, with the fragile human body suddenly attaining such a huge surge of energy, it is ultimately a curse of self-destruction as the body slowly, and painfully, withers away. The curse only sticks five minutes to its victim; with only thirty seconds giving Liza enough time to do things as after that time she is already enough of a mess that her body refuses to function.
Magical Bullet: Tasogare's Embrace
Part of Liza's Curtain Call combination.
Simply speaking, this Cartridge is a delayed super strong healing spell. This allows Liza to actually not suffer for the rest of her life as a miserable pile of flesh. The cost for the runespell are paid upon first activation even if the effect is triggered minutes after.
Magical Bullet: Curtain Call
Part of Liza's Curtain Call combination.
Some people think killing a God of War is a reasonable request for an Assassin - even moreso if the pilot is a shut-in that thinks he doesn't need to leave his mechanical waifu. Probably not, yet, Liza doesn't disappoint. Curtain Call is, in its execution, just a miniature nuke. Draining the caster of all its current mana(and thus, sort of 'scalable') to create a gigantic explosion.
Magical Bullet: Curtain Call Finalé
Part of Liza's Curtain Call combination.
'Just a all mana draining gigantic beam of fuck you.'
Some people say a God of War could even survive a nuke. Considering those people were right, Liza really wanted to make sure that whoever she had sat her eyes on would not survive. Even if it meant taking around half a year to repair End after the attack.
Notes:
Often employed by the Braxton family.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Nationality: Dansilian
Appearance:
Liza boasts an impressive height of roughly 1.54 metres wih yellow eyes, light skin and light blonde hair.
Being an traveling Artist, Liza is usually seen wearing a unusual set of clothing. While her rather fancy looking hooded full-body cloak, gloves included, isn't anything too special; the mask combined with a Dansilian voice distorter puts her right back into the artists being weird trope. Apart from a mask to hide her face, clothing that covers her entire body and a small device that makes her voice rather mechanical the Dansilian artist also binds her breasts: making it hard to guess her real gender.
While Liza takes care to not reveal herself in public, the young woman makes full use of her 'unknown' identity when pursuing her true form of art. Preferring to wear rather casual and easy to move in clothing herself, she doesn't shy away from anything else either if the situation calls for it. In possession of a variety of fashion contact-lenses Liza also learned to speak in a variety of different dialects and tone pitches. Combined with the fact that her medical knowledge and womanly vein allows her to change her own face to quite a degree, it isn't unheard of that the 'Virtuoso' killed somebody in plain sight of everyone - just to be never seen again.
Personality: Liza is a rather ordinary young woman that isn't hard to get along with if one can ignore her mask and voice - which seems to stem from a rather serious lack of self-confidence. Open and friendly to people in general, Liza is by no means depressed all the time, though clearly makes herself down if topic of conversations should shift in a direction which involves her own doings. Liza, while not too well known thanks to her own shyness of attending meaningful events, makes a living as a wandering artist.
Behind that mask, however, the deluded Liza pursues an entirely different form of Art. While the yellow-eye's art can take on many forms it usually ends up with the death of her art object: or marks the beginning. While Liza is aware that she does her victims a favour, for example something simple like keeping their beauty for all eternity, the young artists main-drive is the goal of making her father proud, a certain inner urge, and self-satisfaction. Of course, that doesn't mean she can't practice self-control - as most of her entire being-nice behaviour is just an act - though can tend to become quite obsessive in that case.
Despite thinking what she does is right and having no morals whatsoever, she is aware that the things she does is a crime and is afraid of getting caught. Her inferiority complex, stemming from blaming herself about her father's suicide, is another fear she carries around, capable of being mentally broken if someone hits the right nerves. Furthermore, she is also afraid of her canvas(prey) being damaged by the hands of others - the world they live in is a dangerous place after all. Also, Liza despises necromancy and the prospect of 'eternal life'. While she isn't afraid to directly combat a vampire she takes extreme caution to not get turned into one of such beings herself.
While not really afraid of it, it is worth to mention that Liza doesn't like pain. She may be an artist; but not a masochist.
Biography:
- Liza has been born, her father having been a rather famous artist known as Riccardo
- Liza spend more time with her father rather than her mother, who slowly became so obsessed with his work and hobby to ultimately find enlightenment
- Liza went to a mental asylum after she had been found amidst the left-over parts of her mother - her father commited suicide
- Liza got released quickly after, apparently cured
- Liza, now on her own, dedicated her entire being to becoming an artist as great as her father; taking on the job of an assassin for some extra cash
- Liza became infamous as the serial-killer 'Virtuoso'
Abilities:
Liza has extensive knowledge of (human) anatomy and various subjects associated with it. Her abilities go to a degree that turning a human corpse into a puppet isn't something uncommon.
While limited in its generality the young artist is adept in rune-magic - mainly infusing her bullets with it - as well as maintaining her weapon(s).
Shadow Shaping
Liza's magic is generally used to enhance her combat abilities at all ranges. First and foremost, the red-eye makes extensive use of highly specialized shadow magic: creating shadowy clones(including weapons and clothing) of her that quickly disappear if they break contact with its caster. In its simplest form, Liza simply uses this to enhance her every move, a simple strike with a weapon - or shot with a gun - is followed by a bunch more - quick enough in succession to feel like a single, stronger, attack. As an unintended side-effect, Liza herself is engulfed in a blackish aura unless she stands perfectly still. In a more advanced fashion, Liza uses her shadows to stay mobile on the battlefield and attack her opponents from multiple angles, allowing the woman to fight on par with male Talentium users.
- Liza's shadows stay connected to her up to a range of 1 meter. If this range is left the shadow disappears after 3 seconds. The range can be artificially increased by multiple shadows acting as a sort of connection. Meaning for a shadow to stay connected to Liza that is 5 meters away she would need 4 more shadows in-between them.
- Liza's shadow can follow simple commands, though are location based rather than target based. Meaning instead of striking enemy A who is 10 metres away, the Shadow aims to strike point B at which Enemy A happens to be located at. If a shadow breaks the connection with Liza she is not capable of changing the current command.
- Liza's shadows are faster, allowing them to rival male Talentium users. Their strength, however, while stronger than a mundane human are still weaker than a Talentium user.
- Liza's shadows are sort of half-ethereal. Gravity and such have a way weaker effect on them, allowing for higher jumps or running up a small wall. Hitting them dissolves the area-of-effect and, if enough 'damage' that way, make the shadow disappear. Meaning larger effects are generally more effective in dealing with them.
- Liza is capable to switch positions with a Shadow she is connected to.
- Shadows are harder to recognize in proportion to how dark the surroundings are
- As of right now, Liza's shadows are not capable of casting magic themselve, making them solely a defensive and close-combat tool.
Liza is capable of altering her own mass through magic, including specifics parts of her body.
Liza is an adept runemage.
Liza also picked up some utility spells: night vision, heat vision, eye-zoom and a spell enhancing her reaction speed.
Liza has a certain degree of resistance against tracking magic, granted to her in form as a payment by a witch.
Liza is also a tad versed in 'arcane' magics. While she has pretty much mastered the use of the 'Magic Arrow' spell and is able to make many alterations to it, the young woman actively pursues to deepen her skill.
Important Items:
Kitsune Mask
While it may just be a simple mask, for Liza it is a treasured item.
Voice Distorter
Not easy to attain outside of Dansila and costing a small fortune, the voice distorter isn't mundane enough to not be an important item.
Eclipse
Liza uses a mundane looking three-section Talentiumstaff that she carries over her robe.
Serenity&Discord
Liza's dual mid-ranged handguns. The barrels are made out of Talentium. Thanks to the advent of rune magic, those weapons are nothing more than glorified magical pea shooters.
End
Using her other weapons Liza is capable of re-assembling them into something resembling a rifle...staff. While capable of being used at close range, its main purpose lies at long range, able to be charged with magic; the weapon can also be loaded with cartridges: firing them over longer distances. The weapon has a rather strong knock back.
Talentiumsplinter
Thanks to an experiment gone wrong Liza ended up with a Talentiumsplinter close to one of her eyes - nearly making her blind on it. Now, she is capable to harness the power of Talentium enhanced magic even if stripped naked. As a side-effect however, her eye starts slightly bleeding anytime the Talentium resonates.
Hidden Talentiumknife
Yet another, relatively small, Talentiumweapon Liza carries on her pocketed underwear.
Charon
An item Liza attained from a Witch. Charon is a compass of sorts; capable of being fed with any, tiny, kind of item that contains a target's DNA. Once this has been done Charon will point towards the direction of the target until the item is digested. Charon's range, however, isn't endless.
Cartridges
Liza carries a variety of cartridges around that are empowered by curses or, with help of her own Runemagic and somebody else's plain magic, other magical effects. The fired cartridges usually activate as soon as they come into contact with an obstacle. Since most of them aren't easy to make and require the help of another individual Liza doesn't use them for everyday occurences.
Liza's cartridges are generally designed to dissipate upon activation unless otherwise specified.
Magical Bullet: Dum Dum
The most simple of Liza's cartridges aimed for 'pest control' and most effective in close and mid-ranged combat. Upon 'activation' the projectile releases a directional fiery-explosion.
Magical Bullet: Viper Shock
A projectile aimed to paralyze the target hit. Ineffective against large creatures.
Curse: Widows Embrace
A curse which makes the affected target feel strongly attached to a special someone. In this case, the special someone is Liza.
Note @Rode: Appearance doesn't matter in that case. Imagine how Kouno in Fujimi Lover is even attracted to male Hasabe rather than the female one despite looks and whatever. That kind of deal.
Magical Bullet: Zero
A projectile that, upon being fired, travels its trajectory via teleportation just mere centimetres before it is about to hit the target. In this case, the Runespell itself is the teleportation and the projectile the actual weapon - making it rather ineffective against armored targets but deadly nonetheless against unaware peasants.
Magical Bullet: Snapfrost
A projectile that intends to freeze the victim hit.
Curse: Charon's Guidance
A simple curse that allows Charon to track the cursed even over long distances and without the need of the victims DNA. In this case, Charon needs to be fed a piece of Liza's DNA with the artist having a clear intend of wanting to track the person in question.
Curse: Fool's Empress
Part of Liza's Curtain Call combination.
While a curse is bound to stick to a victim until the death of the witch Liza has made use of their unique property to enhance herself with a timed curse. Fool's Empress is a cruel Spiel that grants the user a huge fucking amount of mana unlimited power. However, with the fragile human body suddenly attaining such a huge surge of energy, it is ultimately a curse of self-destruction as the body slowly, and painfully, withers away. The curse only sticks five minutes to its victim; with only thirty seconds giving Liza enough time to do things as after that time she is already enough of a mess that her body refuses to function.
Magical Bullet: Tasogare's Embrace
Part of Liza's Curtain Call combination.
Simply speaking, this Cartridge is a delayed super strong healing spell. This allows Liza to actually not suffer for the rest of her life as a miserable pile of flesh. The cost for the runespell are paid upon first activation even if the effect is triggered minutes after.
Magical Bullet: Curtain Call
Part of Liza's Curtain Call combination.
Some people think killing a God of War is a reasonable request for an Assassin - even moreso if the pilot is a shut-in that thinks he doesn't need to leave his mechanical waifu. Probably not, yet, Liza doesn't disappoint. Curtain Call is, in its execution, just a miniature nuke. Draining the caster of all its current mana(and thus, sort of 'scalable') to create a gigantic explosion.
Magical Bullet: Curtain Call Finalé
Part of Liza's Curtain Call combination.
'Just a all mana draining gigantic beam of fuck you.'
Some people say a God of War could even survive a nuke. Considering those people were right, Liza really wanted to make sure that whoever she had sat her eyes on would not survive. Even if it meant taking around half a year to repair End after the attack.
Notes:
Often employed by the Braxton family.
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