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Name: Zachary Thetis

Alias/Nickname: The Croweater (Crow for short)

Appearance:



Age: 332

Race: Elder Sidhe/Shaitan

Rank: Paladin of Shadows

Personality:
Zachary is a highly morbid individual with a sadistic streak as well as strange set of morals. For the most part Zachary is a rather social individual but the problem is that many when they find out that Zachary is the child of the Fae and one of the more questionable Djinn lineages it is often off putting. Zachary does a good job of keeping this hidden but it can be seen in his sick humor and morbid tastes.

Without knowing Zachary you can make many assumptions about what he should be like but he does have a strange set of virtues which make him a more or less agreeable individual in passing.

Biography/history:
The Croweater was born to a Sidhe witch by the name of Gullvieg who served the Fae Lord known as The Erlking. Gullvieg took the Shairan Djinn by the name of Iblis as her mate. Their kind was born in shadow but with the beauty of the Fae he had been born to. When his father Iblis saw this he cursed the child Zachary to forever be fascinated with death.

When his mother heard Iblis do this she went immediately to take the child to the Erlking’s court but when she uncovered the cradle the child was gone and in its place a Fetch had been left. At first Gullvieg was perplexed as Fetches were left by Fae when they wished to cover their tracks in taking another races child. When she looked up from the cradle she saw a figure crouched on the hilltop outside of the house that Gullvieg had used to conceive the child with Iblis. The being had the head of a Vulture and it reached forth its beak and swallowed a murder of crows in a single gulp. At first Gullvieg feared that The Devourer had sent its avatar to steal her child but then the Vulture vomited forth a murder of crows made solely of their bones with their souls tacked to the inside of their rib cages.

It was at that moment that the Vulture creature disappear with her child Zachary that Gullvieg realized that Yishreenok the Keeper of the Dead had stolen her child.

Zachary grew up learning from Vulture. Vulture is a face of Yishreenok but Zachary never called it anything other than Vulture. Vulture taught Zachary how to use magic and how to fight, It taught Zachary to summon and bind the dead and how to deny the dead access to the other side of the veil.
When Zachary turned 100 Vulture set Zachary a test. If he could consume the hearts of a hundred crows then Zachary would be free to go and use his powers as he wished. If he failed then Zachary would agree to forever work as Vultures servant collecting the restless souls of the dead who had not crossed over.

A year and a day later Vulture came looking for Zachary whom he found feasting on the heart of a man. When Vulture asked Zachary if he had consumed the hearts of a hundred crows Zachary told him that he had just finished. Vulture inspected the body and informed Zachary that the man was infact a man and not a crow. Zachary smiled and shook his finger at Vulture before producing a skull. He told Vulture that he had trapped the souls of one hundred crows in the skull. When Vulture took the skull and released the souls he realized that Zachary had wiped out the descendents of a line of Stygian warriors known as Gorecrows. Fearsome warriors capable of withstanding incredible amounts of damage, possessing of superhuman strength and the power to transform into a murder of crows at will. Vulture returned the skull to Zachary and dubbed him “The Croweater” before he vanished leaving Zachary to find his way in the world at the tender age of 101 years old.

Reason for recruitment:
Zachary can talk to the dead, even dead that have passed into Yishreenok’s realm. A skill like this is rare even for necromancers of Yishreenok who are often granted incredible power by the God of the Dead. Zachary also has trouble fitting in with more normal guilds and groups as his fascination with death is often disturbing to others

Strength of Will: Greater

Magic:

Channeled-
Necromancy- Zachary is a Necromancer of Yishreenok and serves the aspect of the Death god known as Vulture.
Zachary’s magics focus in two areas.

Blightcaller- The first is Decay magic which is often a sinister ugly magic which allows him to destroy organic matter in very painful manners. It is also good for inorganic material but it is often much slower.

Veilwalker- The second area is Spirit magic, Yishreenok has given Zachary over the souls of the restless dead and allows him to call and direct them at his whim. This magic also allows him to bind new souls to his skull.



Wild Magic-

Wyrdwarp- Zachary’s Fae lineage allows him to manipulate perceptions to a certain degree. Zachary can change the way others perceive him for a limited amount of time, this appearance can be project for as many individuals as Zachary wants or he can project it for just select individuals. It is not actually an illusion or an actual change of how Zachary looks, it is purely a change of how people perceive Zachary.

Faefire- Zachary can summon Faefire, which is a sinister type of force and illusion magic. The fire doesn’t actually burn like normal fire. Faefire only burns living creatures but it does not affect them physically, instead the fire burns the subject mentally. It is much easier to die to Faefire than normal fire because it appears to burn much hotter than normal fire, however if the victim can fight past the pain and appearance they will be rendered immune to the fire.

Darkbramble- Zachary can summon up whole hedges and rows of dangerous brambles and briars to hinder his foes. The thorns and spines of the Darkbrambles are razor sharp and when they cut a foe the cuts bleed profusely as the Darkbrambles thorns are coated in a contact anticoagulant. As soon as Zachary stops feeding them magic they wither and blow away as dust. If Zachary focuses on the Brambles he can direct them to attack his enemies but this requires almost total concentration.

Smoke and Shadow- Iblis only gift to Zachary was the Shaitan’s ability to turn his body into a humanoid formed cloud of smoke and ash. Zachary can only do this for a very short amount of time. When Zachary uses it, it is typically for infiltration or for running from a fight

God relations: Yishreenok is Zachary’s patron god and he is one of Yishreenok’s Necromancers. You will never find Zachary praying to Yishreenok, however you will find him talking to Vulture.

Tech:

Neural implant- Zachary had a neural implant added so that he can communicate with other members of the tower of stars and receive broadcasts and all calls from the guild's leaders.

Crow Talons- A set of flexible metal strips which mirror the bones in his hands and end attached to his fingertips. When given a mental command the metal strips deploy a set of wicked talons which cover his fingers and allow him to climb and slash with them. Additionally the talons feature high density metal plates set flush to the top and bottom of Zachary’s wrist. The plates serve to black slashes to Zachary’s arms. The plates also serve as material which can be converted into hollow spines which Zachary can throw. The spines can be filled with various substances while they are being formed. Zachary simply dips the spine in one of his many vials and whatever substance is in the vial is drawn into the spine.

Possessions/items/property:

Cadaver lab- Zachary is the tower of Stars pathologist, he maintains their morgue, cadaver lab and autopsy room. He also performs death investigations for the Tower

Toxins- Zachary has a nasty collection of exotics venoms and toxins

Library- Zachary maintains an extensive library on the subjects of Yishreenok, the Fae, the Shaitan Djinn, anatomy, physiology, medicine and toxins outside of the Tower of Stars Library and Archive

Vulture- Zachary’s constant companion is a Vulture. Most of the time the bird prefers to stay in the Morgue or can be found circling the Tower’s grounds. Occasionally it accompanies Zachary on missions and occasionally the Vulture simply up and disappears. Some claim it is a Messenger of Yishreenok. When asked what the bird is Zachary responds with “It is Vulture”. He never elaborates further.

Skills:

Poisoner- Zachary has a morbid fascination with toxins, venom and poison. Many say it comes from his witch of a mother.

Wicked throw- Zachary has a knack with thrown weapons

Talon combat- Zachary has little martial arts training but he is animalistic when he is using his crow talon’s

Djinn strength- Due to Zachary’s father, even with his slight frame Zachary possess incredible strength for his size, approximately that of triple human at their pinnacle of fitness.

Name: Megelis Altoris, Ex-Ranger Captain of The Korvan Striders

Alias/Nickname: N/A

Appearance:


Without the armor



Age: 150

Race: Human

Rank: Knight Exemplar

Personalty:

Megelis is a relatively easy going individual. While he is one of the guilds experienced Knights he is constantly respectful and kind to all of the guild's members regardless of their status. While Megelis can be strict when enforcing The Shard’s orders or guild laws, Megelis does his best to be a friend to everyone he can be.

Biography/history:

Megelis showed up one day at the Tower of Stars at the age of 19. No one knew who he was but he claimed that he was the best swordsman in the eight provinces. Shard’s reaction was to enlist him on the spot without asking for a demonstration.

Megelis was not far from the swordsman he claimed to be. When he turned twenty-five Megelis was the youngest member to ever be recognized as a Knight Exemplar for solely his swordsmanship.

Something else extraordinary happened on Megelis 25th birthday, he stopped aging. No one has a clue what happened but Megelis is now 150 and has not aged a day since he turned Twenty Five. Most speculate that it is the work of Faros the time bender but no one seems to know for sure.

(Less well known)
Megelis was actually a Korvan Strider before he joined the Tower of Stars. Prior to his involvement with the tower he served as a paramilitary law enforcer known as a Strider. What Megelis actually did is less clear as even Ralrisk hasn’t been able to dig up Megelis record but it appeared to include black-ops against a Korvan terrorist group known as the Son’s of the blackened throne.

Inspection of Megelis power armor also reveals that it appears to be Redhawk (a special forces branch of the Korvan Strider company) power armor that has been significantly upgraded and customized. It lacks the original insignia which has been replaced by a Tower topped by a lightning bolt with a single blade across the background. The official seal of the Master of Blade, though the position is currently unoccupied

Ralrisk has confronted Megelis more than a few times about his past and he’s simply changed the topic every time much to her frustration. Much to many of the members surprise Christian appears to have no interest in Megelis past infact when his file is accessed by the Archive the file, unlike Ralrisk’s, is not restricted access. The file however contains little of note.

Reason for recruitment: Megelis claimed he was the best swordsman in Galendar so Christian recruited him.

Strength of Will: Potent

Magic:

Wild Magic-

Antimagic blade- Megelis has very little magic of his own but he is a mage killer. Megelis can infuse his blades with the ability to cleave through magical protections and illusions causing the blades to fray protection magics and end illusions

Antimagic zone- Megelis digs one of his blades into the ground and causes an area around him to resist any form of magic being used within it. Magic can be used within the area but only channeled magic from items as the anti magic zone forces the normal ambient magic of an area out of the area preventing mages from using wild magic or from drawing on the magic of a god. Megelis can only maintain an antimagic zone by focusing on it

Antimagic armor- Megelis can cause his armor to resist incoming force magic causing the magic energy to be dispersed across the armor before being dissipated

Shatter enchantment- Megelis can channel a bolt of antimagic energy which when it contacts an enchantment, damages the enchantment.

God relations: Many speculate that Faros is Megelis’s patron and the reason why he doesn’t age however no one really knows.

Tech:
Megelis wields a pair of tech blades that are composed of high strength alloys and integrate nanotechnology to help maintain the integrity of the blades. Additionally the nanobots can be deployed as a shield from the edges of the blade alloying Megelis to absorb incoming kinetic projectiles with the shield which re-purposes the projectile as raw material for the nanobots.

Power Armor: While Megelis lacks the strength of a more potent race he employs a set of power armor that is resistant to a variety of projectiles and melee weapons. The Armor also helps Megelis by increasing his run speed, endurance, jump height and general strength. The armor also integrates Megelis communications device and it can be sealed against airborne toxins, water and it is hardened against EMP and Radiation.

Possessions/items/property:

Beyond Megelis normal combat gear he has a collection of dated swords, armor and other tools of war from past ages.

Skills:

Combat instructor: Megelis is one of the Tower of Stars resident combat instructors. He specializes in sword and knife combat.

Electrician: Megelis is constantly tinkering with his armor and gear and as a result has become quite proficient with wiring, insulation and all the necessary skills to become a decent electrician.

Navigator: Megelis has a thing for maps. No one is quite sure why but Megelis can and regularly does memorize maps. Infact he has a perfect memory when it comes to them. As a result of this and a capacity to visualize two dimensional representations as three dimensional objects, Megelis is a fantastic navigator.

Name: Ralrisk Zaltharim, The Mistress of Shadow

Alias/Nickname: Phantom

Appearance:Ralrisk often wears a cloak of Shadows over her nanoskin.



Age: unknown

Race: Shadow Elemental/Elf

Personality: Ralrisk is a rather introverted individual and often does her best to remove herself from social interactions as best she can, which may be part of why no one actually knows where her room is in the tower of stars. The few who have had the opportunity to converse with her find her to be insightful and witty, but more often than not a rather grim individual.

Biography/history: Ralrisk is the second child of one of the Elemental Lords of Shadow. Due to her birth order she is not the one of the three Avatars of Shadow. After she turned fifty, her family's laws dictated that she was of age to defend herself so her older sister immediately tried to kill her. In her panic Ralrisk fled the fight using her ability to shadow walk to escape. Her sister Lithana chased Ralrsik all the way to Angel’s Landing where Lithana finally caught up with Ralrisk. The ensuing battle was silent, devastating and brutally short. While Ralrisk was an incredibly powerful Shadow Elementalist her sister was an Avatar of Shadow. Ralrisk was defeated easily.

As Lithana prepared to execute her younger sister she failed to notice the brewing storm. As a slow heavy rain began to fall in mid stroke of her sword Lithana was struck by a bolt of lightning and hurled from her sister by the force. When Lithana stood to face her attacker a Dragon with bronze scales was crouched over the broken form of her sister Ralrisk. When Lithana attempted to attack the Dragon it shrugged off her attack like it was nothing smashing her shadows to pieces with its claws. Its roar shattered the glass on all of the buildings in surrounding the park where Lithana and Ralrisk had fought. As she realed in shock from the thunder clap that was the dragon’s roar was then that Lithana realized who the dragon was. As Lithana tried to flee Christian unleashed the Ace of Storms and seared away part of her face leaving the once beautiful Avatar of Shadows scarred as she fled from the battle.

When Ralrisk awoke it was on a bed in the Tower of Stars infirmary with Megelis standing guard over her in full armor and the tower on high alert. When Ralrisk was fully conscious Megelis told her that Shard had informed the Elemental Lords of Shadow Tribunal that any further attempt on Ralrisk’s life would be met with lethal force and a declaration of war from the Tower of Stars until such a time that Ralrisk declared herself capable of meeting Lithana in single combat. Should Lithana choose to accept such a challenge.

While Ralrisk was grateful for the protection she feared retaliation from the Shadow Tribunal. Three months later her fears came to pass when The Shadow Council sought the Judgement of Exandar on the matter. The God ruled in favor of the Shadow Council’s laws and sent it’s Avatar to punish Christian for interfering. In the ensuing battle Christian wounded Exandra’s Avatar with the Ace of Storms and when Exandra itself appeared to deliver Judgment itself, it was stopped by a being wielding the Reaper’s Scythe who proceeded to kill Exandar’s Avatar without any opposition before wounding the God itself and sending Exandar back to the divine realms after forcing it to overturn its own verdict.

After the battle with Exandra none of the Shadow Lords dared to interfere with the terms Shard set.

Reason for recruitment: Shard saved her life and as a result Ralrisk as served the Tower tirelessly

Strength of Will: Greater

Magic:

Channeled

Shadow magic- Ralrisk has magic related to controlling and using shadows that stems from her elemental state and her connection to her father the Elemental lord of Shadows who due to her blood bond can't retract its flow of magic to Ralrisk

Wild

Shadowfiend- Ralrisk has slowly developed other abilities beyond what a normal Elementalist would be able to do. Namely Ralrisk has developed the ability to transform into an amorphous monster known as a shadow fiend. Something that only Avatars up until now have been capable of doing

Shadow stride- If there is shadow there Ralrisk can walk in it. This allows her to walk up walls, hang from the ceiling, and slide across the floor at incredible speeds.

Third Eye- By focusing Ralrisk can see magic and magic users. This also allows her to see if an individual is drawing in magic energy or preparing to channel magic energy. The ability requires an insane amount of focus and is uneffective past the opening move in combat since she does not have the focus to maintain it in a fight.

God relations: One of the The Elemental Lords of Shadow is her father and as a result she may draw on his magic for her power.

Tech:

Phaseblade- A blade that exists partially in the elemental plane of Shadows and partially in Galendar. This fusion of tech and magic allows the blade to shear through most normal material without any sort of resistance. Enchanted equipment is resistant to a phaseblade but even then a Phaseblade is very volatile weapon and it is only capable of phasing for short periods of time and requires a battery that must be changed after every use of the phase function. The blade on its own is a monomolecular edged vibroblade without the phasing technology. This particular phaseblade is one of a kind and a prototype that Ralrisk stole from a tech company that produces other elemental Phaseblades for the highest bidder to prevent its replication

Cloaking nanosuit- Ralrisk wears a skin tight nanosuit under her shadow cloak. The second skin of cutting edge nanofiber is resistant to impact, blades and energy attacks. It also functions as a cloaking device. While Rarisk can use shadow magic to conceal herself the suit allows her to become completely invisible to most magical and technological sight as well as the naked eye.

Omni-rifle- Ralrisk carries a folding rifle which is capable of functioning as a rifle that fires three round burst, single shot and full auto fire. It is also capable of functioning as a high powered sniper rifle.

Shadoweyes- Ralrisk wears a set of goggles in the field that feeds her an inordinate amount of information about targets, buildings, bystanders including full biometric readouts, and structural read outs. They also function as full night/heat and ambient magic detection goggles.

Possessions/items/property:

A variety of dresses she has collected over the years but never wears.

A replication of her room in the Shadow plane

A collection of antique weapons and assassin equipment

Hundreds of small pewter replicas of knights, soldiers, wizards and other features of fantasy.

Skill:

Master Assassin

Shadow Elementalist

Highly proficient at disguises

Master Tailor and seamstress

Excellent shot

Excellent swordsmanship

Master in Sal’shruk (the martial art that is taught to Shadow Elementalists, its closest approximation is Aikido mixed with Muay Thai)

Name: Markus Jordan

Alias/Nickname: blu_drag0n

Rank: Artisan

Appearance:

Usually hidden behind his visor are the eyes that nobody can ever decide if they are blue or grey. Even his answer varies from time to time.

Age: 19

Race: Human

Personality: Generally a laid back individual who jokes around, Markus tends to spend long hours by himself, working with codes. Well, not quite. He has Zoe, after all. He can come off as antisocial, or aloof, but if he can relax around a particular person, then his attitude is much more welcoming.

Biography/history: Markus is the only son of Lauren Jordan and Paladin Elain Luxien. Paladin Elain and his squad were pronounced M.I.A, presumed dead, less than a week before the boy was born. And his mother was not long for the world, either, dying during the childbirth, and entrusting Markus to his aunt's care. Growing up, he never really had questions about where his parents had gone. And despite his Aunt's best attempts, he never seemed to be passionate about anything. The young boy was simply just content to let the days pass by in that small little world of his. Of course, as he grew older, that world grew larger. And as that world grew larger, more things happened within it. One of these things made him who he was today.

Markus' aunt ran a small café, by the name of The Blue Dragon. They offered breakfasts and lunches, snacks and drinks, and had a good signal that allowed people to use their portable devices to their heart's content. They closed mid-afternoon, and one day a week they didn't open. It was a happy life, but all too soon it was cut short.

In his adolescence – though, he hasn’t quite left it yet – he was going through the inevitable rebellious phase. And because of it, he and his aunt began to argue more and more. And one of these arguments turned sour. Markus ran from their home in a rage, and stayed away for an entire day. But when he returned, it was to flashing lights and grim news. There had been an accident.

The café closed. He kept to himself even more. His aunt’s friends, after months of trying to reach out, eventually moved on. It was in this time that Markus became who he is today.

Spending time alone on the streets, he came across a man being assaulted by some kids for looking strange. Markus didn’t think before moving to defend the man. Once they left the pair alone, the man said that he recognised Markus as a fellow wanderer, and offered to teach him how to survive. And he began to teach Markus how to hack.

Though he never learned the man’s name, nor would he know when he’d next see him, Markus gave in to his curiosity, and found himself in a world of codes and programming. He knew how to exploit a single unprotected outlet, or the smallest flaw in the security, and then he would be in control. His mentor eventually vanished, causing him to go adrift, for a while, but then he continued on his own. He felt unstoppable, tasking himself with getting into the highest-security systems across Galendar.

But he got careless. He got caught.

Reason for recruitment: A good number of hackers are hired after breaking in. Obviously some also get incarcerated, but why let them go to waste?

Strength of Will: Unnatural

Magic: None

God relations: Xandrius is the god that Markus feels closest to, given that they both know a little more about what life is like nowadays, and have access to a thousand secrets.

Tech:

• V95ZO36 or Zoe, an artificial intelligence Markus created himself. She can easily transfer between platforms, and holds an expansive database. While she does not always completely agree with what Markus does, she often concedes given that there's little chance to turn back without getting imprisoned.
• Visor and headset – his visor isn’t without function. It’s fitted with a computer chip that allows him to watch codes run, or video feed if he has access to cameras, whilst still being able to see what’s in front of him. And the headset – he uses it to listen to audio feed, but also in lieu of a neural implant, since he knows from past experience that they can be hacked by someone of prodigal skill.
• Wristbands – the bands around his wrist aren’t for show. He can use them anywhere to bring up a plasma screen which he can use to ply his craft, though it is only an alternative for his being unable to hack remotely. If pressed, he can also use them to generate a melee weapon or function as a wrist-gun in a battle.
• Rollerskates – His boots contain deployable wheels which he can use if he needs extra speed. They can only be used in areas with even ground, though.

Possessions/items/property: Other than the clothes on his back and his gear, none. He lives light.

Skills:

Hacker: The obvious part, Markus is an extremely skilled hacker, be it at the location of the system, or doing it from afar. As long as he has access, he can get in.

Good in a fight, I guess: He can assist in event of combat, but he’d rather not have to.

Name: Malakaus

Alias/Nickname: Sweetie, Pancake, Bacon, BBQ Beans, Slaughterhouse, Shrooms, Cinnamon, Mal

Rank: Knight

Appearance:



Age: Twenty Seven

Race: Half-Orc/Half-Human

Personality: Malakaus is certainly a passionate person. He tends to go all out in things and empathizes with others easily. Some may think that makes him naive and foolish, and it certainly has gotten him into more trouble than he could count. But his empathy allows him to understand others and their feelings, as well as sniff out liars who only pretend to feel the emotions they're speaking.

Malakaus is generally a nice guy who likes helping others but he also wants to be useful. He hates hearing about problems he can't solve, often getting bitter and angry at his inability to do anything but listen. His methods of solving problems tend to be overly simplistic or even detrimental, but if anyone could give him a plan that works, he will follow through with it to the best of his ability. He's a big fan of teamwork, and while he's more than willing to carry most of the burden, he's well aware that true strength comes not from an individual's skill, but from a group's ability to cooperate towards a common cause. He likes being part of big parties just as much as he likes showing off.

He has a complicated relationship with friends and family in that he has a very idealized view of both, and he tries his best to make reality fit his desires. He hates getting into arguments with friends and family and will generally back out, knowing that with his attitude things will get violent. Despite his gripes he's willing to do a lot of his family, typically murder. For his friends he is desperate for their affections and approval, so even his strongest convictions may turn a blind eye to please those he feels are people he must satisfy no matter what.

Malakaus is also a rather vicious person overall. While dramatic and boisterous, in a more serious situation he’s very bloodthirsty and violent. Rarely would he ever suggest a solution that doesn’t involve hurting someone, or doing things by force, simply because strength and power was the only two things one needed while growing up. If someone slights you, strike them. If they threaten you, slay them. If they harm your kin, leave no survivors. While this makes him rather easy to annoy, it also makes him very dangerous knowing that he would not go to war alone.

Biography/history: Malakaus was born in the city of Angel’s Landing, in an area called Krumpus Bay. Though Angel’s Landing may as well be a holy land for everyone who lives there, there will always be a shadow in the light. Krumpus Bay was that shadow: a slum and ghetto located on the waterfront, where immigrants, pirates, and thieves often travel through. A combination of undesirable living spaces, low income housing, and the sheer concentration of those down on their luck or suffering from debilitating mental illnesses without the wealth to afford care, made Krumpus Bay the breeding ground for many criminal empires.

Malakaus himself is the second son of one of the larger Warlords of Krumpus Bay, leader of the Goroshi Corporation. On the surface they are a legitimate shipping and manufacturing company that specializes in electronic and foreign export. Goroshi Corporation is also one of the main benefactors into making Krumpus Bay into a more prosperous neighborhood, increasing trade and tourism as well as giving it an active nightlife. But these acts only help hide the fact that Goroshi Corporation only gained its power through blood, with many of their top employees engaged in the business of smuggling, narcotics, slavery, unlicensed gambling, and corruption. The fact that very little is known or heard about the Goroshi Corporation's criminal background only helps them do their dark business, being left unnoticed due to their lack of infamy.

Growing up, Malakaus was certainly born with the silver spoon. While other families struggled to make rent, Malakaus’s own allowance would’ve allowed him to buy out a business on the Waterfront. Other kids had to work and go to school, Malakaus never went to school and had the best private tutors money could buy. People on the Waterfront had to fight to survive. Malakaus fought because it was fun. Generally a spoiled brat, until one day as a child, his older brother Harada took him out from the safety and comfort of the family’s mansion to see his city. To see all the misfortune and tragedy just happening outside his walls.

Harada wanted to teach Malakaus what would happen if the family never worked hard to maintain their power. That everything Malakaus loved right now would be gone, and he’d live like the rats on the outside. But for the half-orc, it made him realize that he had a power far greater than anyone else out there. A power to change things how he wanted it; to change it for the better. Harada wanted to teach Malakaus fear, but instead he was inspired to challenge the horrors before him. Malakaus was still a naive, sheltered child, but through trials and hardship that idealistic mentality was molded and shaped into a sharper, more practical form.

Malakaus first began his conquest at the young age of fourteen. Gaining the freedom to leave home on his own, Malakaus went into the city to befriend it’s inhabitants. Despite never facing true hardship, that didn’t make Malakaus soft when it came to fighting; among his tutors were his own father, who conquered the Krumpus Bay through warfare. He’d never let Malakaus be weaker than him. So when Malakaus was confronted by a gang of ruffians, he was able to handle himself well enough to earn their fear and respect. He strong-armed them into being his minions, with the promise of wealth and power if they supported him. Through them he also learned more about Krumpus Bay and the powers that control it. He learned that while the Goroshi Corporation controlled a large part of the legal matters, they were still competing with other gangs in it’s criminal underworld. Many people like Malakais’s minions flocked to the other gangs as a means of making money despite the lack of skills or credentials. So Malakaus got to work.

The young half-orc made a name for himself throughout Krumpus Bay as a kind-hearted philanthropist, getting other children to work and play with him. Of course, work and play often involved raids on criminal gangs to break up their operations, liberating those forced into working with his enemy and killing those who don’t give up. His actions haven’t gone unnoticed, and often his family would come to him and try to reign in his battles.he was antagonizing the other gangs and disturbing the careful balance his family was trying to maintain to take over with minimal lose. But Malakaus had not yet tasted defeat; he felt his recent actions have done nothing but showed constant success.

Until one day, his enemies came gm after him at full force.

Vastly outnumbered, down to a handful of other boys and cut off from reinforcements. It all happened so fast that even to this day Malakaus isn't sure how his enemies managed to arrange such a quick and precise ambush. But he was forced to face the overwhelming Might of his enemies, lead by a mighty Shemhazian-type Cambrian Demon. In a flash the warriors Malakaus had trained and gathered were cut down in an instant. It looked to be the end for Malakaus.

And the Harada arrived.

Malakaus’s brother, along with his own forces, began to cut through the enemy. Malakaus own brother fought against the Cambrian demon on his own, suffering major wounds but eventually slaying the demon in single combat. It was than that the extent of Malakaus’s actions were explained to him: He had accomplished nothing but promote chaos and bloodshed in Krumpus Bay. So many people have died from his ignorant crusade, not only people he perceives as his “enemies”, but also innocent by standards and people close to him. Four years Malakaus had fought for Krumpus Bay, for the Goroshi corporation, and all he had to show for it was a mountain of corpses.

When Malakaus was eighteen years old, his family was fed up with his carnage. Malakaus’s family shipped him out of Krumpus Bay to become a mage apprentice elsewhere in the city. He’s never really shown an aptitude for magic before, so they told him that he must become a master mage before he would be allowed back to the family. They would provide payment for his lessons and basic necessities, but beyond that Malakaus was cut off from his family’s wealth. None of his friends were around (The ones who were alive anyways). So Malakaus had to start from scratch.

It was difficult at first. Malakaus couldn’t simply tackle every issue with violence, not that he wasn’t belligerent. But the guild valued a different type of strength; one brought from magic, not from arms. So Malakaus studied. He studied magic he felt he could use, one that could fit his style. He attended his classes, stayed out of trouble for the most part, and did his best to learn. While certainly not the best student, he stuck with it.

About one year into his apprenticeship, Malakaus finally figured out what magic would suit him: Transmutation. Also known as Alteration, it was a type of magic that dealt with telekinesis, shapeshifting, and otherwise using magic to manipulate the physical world. He sought masters of Transmutation magic and learned what he could from them. Of course, while Malakaus was a decent student, he was never truly free of delinquency. Because he still needed money for his own things, he took up a job: street racing. At first he didn’t do too well, as his vehicle couldn’t compare to some of the top-of-the-line racecars others had, but as he advanced his magic and got more practice, he was eventually able to compete at a high enough level that he would sometimes win first place. While he never joined the main circuit, he made enough money for himself competing in racing tournaments.

Malakaus was an apprentice for six years. During that time his skills in magic was improved significantly, though he was still far away from becoming a master. But he had learned quite a bit about magic, as well as thinking about his future. He still wanted to come back to Krumpus Bay and help his family. He knew that he could not help them by simply fighting. And while his magic was certainly helpful in a brawl, he knew he needed something more than that. He needed a different type of strength, a new perspective. He wasn’t sure what though, until he learned of an organization that was seeking new recruits: The Tower of Stars. A paramilitary organization that provided a myriad of services. They reminded him much of his old crew back in his youth, but they were much more powerful and official.

Malakaus wasn’t sure what made him want to join the Tower of Stars. Certainly, there were plenty of other organizations who served a similar purpose but had different or even better benefits. But Malakaus needed a new perspective; he needed to learn how others deal with issues, because his way, while certainly the method he’s used to, isn’t always going to work. He know he needs to learn, and the only way he’d learn is if he experienced something new. He knew nothing about the Tower of Stars beyond what they advertise. So this would be a good chance as any.

Reason for recruitment: Trying to learn and develop himself to better help his family back at home.

Strength of Will: Potent

Magic: Malakaus specializes in Transmutation magic. Transmutation covers many different types of magic. It’s commonly known as Alchemy because it alters the physical world. Unlike some magic that conjures energy or objects out of thin air, Transmutation simply changes what currently exists. Malakaus himself taps Wild Magic to preform his spells, having spent many years in the mage guild learning how to manipulate their weave.

Malakaus's Transmutation breaks down into two different subschools of magic: Shapeshifting and Polymorph.

The Shapeshifting subschool of Transmtuation Magic involves physically warping people, beings, or objects by promoting the growth that is atypical to their natural form. Common shapeshifting spells includes the creation of additional limbs such as wings or appendages, as well as shaping inanimate objects like stone or metal.



The Polymorph subschool, often confused for the Shapeshifting subschool, physically changes the properties of an object into another. This subschool of magic can do such things like turn lead into gold, transform people into frogs, or give someone skin as tough as iron.



In addition to Transmutation magic, Malakaus is well verse in Force magic. He specifically draws from the Psychic subschool, which uses magic to manipulating physics to a desired end. Some commonly known Psychic spells include Telekinesis, Flight, and Mage Armor. A very utility based magic, allowing one to interact with the physical and magical world from afar.



God relations: Malakaus himself does not venerate any deities in particular, though his family has always paid their respects to their ancestors. Malakaus believes that the Goroshi family has some way of calling upon their Ancestors for advice, protection, or power, however if there is such an ability Malakaus doesn’t have it.

Tech: Malakaus has a few cybernetic organs in his body due to injuries sustained in his youth. Specifically he has his liver, kidneys, and lungs replaced with cybernetic versions that are more durable and resistant against disease, poison, and erosion. He also has a large tattoo on his back that is the Goroshi family sigil, said to provide protection from maligned forces. Whether or not that’s true, Malakaus isn’t sure, but he believes it has power simply because he isn't dead yet.

Malakaus owns a MTs255, what many consider a relic of the past. It is a revolver shotgun that Malakaus had specifically commissioned to be far more durable than most other firearms, allowing him to utilize this gun as a club. Additionally, he carries a variety of bullets both technological and magical.



Malakaus also owns and maintains a buggy he has named Annabeth. It can seat up to two people in the cab and two in the back (Or one large person). Annabeth was built for speed and durability, as she was a racing buggy during Malakaus’s street racing days. She lacks any sort of onboard weapon or fancy defenses aside from ramming into things or evasive maneuvers respectively. A bit of a gas guzzler. While keys are needed to get inside it also is also voice activated and keyed to Malakaus’s voice unless the emergency password is used.

Lastly Malakaus owns a magic item called a Traveler’s Any Tool. It looks like a 12-inch iron bar, with spokes and knobs placed around it. It can be folded, twisted, hinged, extended, and bent, to form almost any known tool. Hammers, machetes, shovels, buckets, even a pair of scissors. As long as it doesn’t have too many moving parts. For example it can turn into a padlock, but not a length of chain. Regardless of what form it takes it always weighs one pound.

Possessions/items/property:
Typically aside from clothing, Malakaus also has his keys, his cellphone, and two wallets. One is a regular wallet that carries his money and card, while another wallet is filled with fake money and cards. The cash is counterfeit and sewn into the wallet itself, and whenever the fake card is used Goroshi Corporation is alerted of it. There is a cheap GPS tracker inside the wallet itself that Malakaus can use to track the wallet should he ever lose it or get it stolen.

Malakaus owns a pet cat named Sfyr. He believes it’s magical as it has a faint magical aura, however so far it has not done anything unusual for a cat. Oddly good at killing dire vermin and fishing with it’s tail.

Malakaus currently rents an apartment near the mage’s guild that also houses Annabeth. A fairly humble home, has your usual necessities as well as a personal desktop for Malakaus’s own use.

Malakaus also owns but currently does not possess a magic axe. Axes are the traditional weapon of the Goroshi family, and Malakaus’s axe has a mysterious enchantment that he can unlock during dire times. However his axe is in his family’s home, which he cannot return to until he has become a master wizard.

Misc:
Malakaus is currently a Warlord in an online MMO game called “Blood and Honor: Eternal Conquest”. He is infamous in-game for his ability to defeat and conquer enemies who vastly outnumber him, often facing their armies alone. Many suspect him of cheating, however he is simply very good at the combat aspect of the game. He occasionally participates in online tournaments for cash and prizes.

Although he isn’t there to manage it personally Malakaus still has a considerable amount of pull in Krumpus Bay, and his old crew the “Armageddon Gang” still operates in the area though without the Goroshi Company support. They largely maintain the territory Malakaus had conquered in his youth, but they have only been able to do so due to the lack of gang violence in that area.

Many of Malakaus’s nicknames are street names he’s earned in his youth. They’re mostly food based because he liked to throw lavish feasts for his friends in lower-income neighborhoods. “Sweetie” is a general nickname he got from various girls and old women because of his kind nature. Pancake is more of an insult because he once tried to stop a car by smashing it with an axe. He failed and got ran over, though he recovered. Bacon is also a somewhat insulting pet name he got when he admitted to many of his friends that the only food he could cook at the time was bacon (He’s a much more competent chef now). BBQ Beans he gained during a food eating competition, in which he won the BBQ Beans eating contest. Slaughterhouse is a name he gained when he went directly into an enemy gang’s hideout and butchered everyone inside, drenching himself in blood and gore. Shrooms is a shorthand for Mushrooms, one of Malakaus’s favorite food. Cinnamon is Malakaus’s favorite spice. And Mal is just an abbreviated form of his name.

Malakaus is a competent fighter, having spent much of his youth in deadly street fights. Even when he went to the guild he kept his skills sharp in nonlethal magical duels, which often are much more physical than most would expect wizard duels to be. He’s a competent sharpshooter, another skill he picked up thanks to his time waging gang warfare. Also while he was an apprentice mage he went hunting.

Malakaus has an ex-girlfriend named Atisha who he was dating back in his youth. They broke up when Malakaus’s actions started to raise tensions in Krumpus Bay but unknowingly to both Atisha is pregnant with Malakaus’s child, a baby girl. She’s eight years old.

To the surprise of some Malakaus is actually quite a skilled dancer and singer, a skill he picked up when he ran his gang back in his youth. They would participate in dance battles against friendly gangs and Malakaus himself wanted to do some rap battles though he lacks the creativity of making good rap verses and lacks lyrical flow. Still he’s got a sweet voice and sweet moves.

Name: Crimson Sparrow (Birth name: Amelia Sparrow)

Alias/Nickname: Bloody Crescent

Rank: Paladin of Sight

Appearance:

Age: 225

Race: Human/Elven

Personality:
When others see Crimson they immediately try to look like they haven`t seen her. She is cold and methodical in outward appearance. The look of someone who has killed more than they should, a numbness that reaches the eyes. It isn`t a wonder as to why people find her intimidating. She is a master of a dark craft that not many understand.

In all honesty she is different to those who know her. The things she`s done has shaped her as a being but they have only made her choose those she truly trusts wisely. Those that know her know that she cracks ill humored jokes randomly when not on duty and that she cares for others in her own way. Assassination has not made her into an emotionless corpse that just takes commands. Those she chooses to take under her wing are cared for to the best of her ability, but they must earn her respect as she must earn theirs.

Respect isn`t just handed out by her. It`s through actions that someone may get her respect. Words are meaningless and cheap in comparison to the actions one does. If someone were to yell at her with the foulest of words she wouldn`t bat an eyelash. They won`t make her bow even if they were to try and force her. She is observative of those around her. Their character is most important. That being said she`s been known for making enemies for her stubbornness. The connection between her brain and her mouth is very loose with this one. Even higher superiors have just gotten used to the way she speaks, because in the end she only says what she finds true. There isn`t any going around the bush.

Biography/history:
Crimson was found by a member of the Tower of Stars around when she turned 186. They found her beaten and weak, a state that is unthinkable for her, in a compound. Everyone around her was dead, humans and elves alike. Being the sole survivor and she never told a soul as to what happened to anyone else. They recruited her after she was done with recovery. She told them she was an assassin, immediately they all questioned if she killed everyone, to that she answered “No”. No further elaboration was ever given.

While rebuilding her body through self physical therapy, she showed just how well of an assassin she really was. It was unquestionable why she climbed the ranks through pure determination. It took her less time than most to secure her position as Paladin of Sight. While her history is a mystery, she makes up for it with her resolve and hard working nature. There is never a doubt that she would do everything in her power to save someone on the battle field.

As for her past, she was born to a male elf and a human mother. Her father’s name was Rínaer, he was the leader`s son in their clan in a court of Autumn. This clan was called Firith, meaning late Autumn. Meanwhile her mother was a human from a small hunting village, her name was Holly Sparrow. Holly was an adventurous woman; this was what led to the two meeting in an area of the mountains known for great hunting. There on continuing their courtship in secret.

The clan of Firith was not kind towards humans, for years wars over land have been fought between them and human villages nearby. As their populations become greater so is the need for land after all. The clan takes nature very seriously, usually incorporating their buildings into existing trees and formations. As the elven clan preside over the start of the mountains and upward the resources there cause conflict.

They were never meant to be wed or even meet, but had despite all of it. That was their greatest achievement and in turn worst mistake. Past the race of her parents Crimson does not say much about them. Something happened when she had been originally found and one can only assume it branched from the constant fighting between the two races in their area. The stubborn woman is willing to take it to her grave however.

In her travels since joining the Tower of Stars she acquired a bit of unique technology. Technology was combined with her sight to produce a way of observation far beyond her own instincts even. The technology was experimental and gave her a few knock backs for awhile. This included black spots in vision and voices in her head.

Reason for recruitment: She has nowhere else that she belongs, so why not here?

Strength of Will: Potent

Magic:
Light Magic-
Shadow Affiliation- While not strong in magic she is able to alter light to hide her in plain sight from the naked eye. This works the most affectively when in darkness but can be done slightly in daylight.

Multiplying Effect- Using the technology in her head with the natural magic carried through due to her elven blood she can actually cause an illusion of multiples. It mostly is herself, using the same light manipulation to make it seem like she is many places in a room or area at once.

God relations: Is thought to be a relative of the Exandar through her mother, but relation would be generations down and Crimson holds no relations to the church.

Tech: An implant in the head that affects the eyes, this enables her to predict movements, channel magical energy, and look up information in her own mind in the matter of seconds. This technology was experimental and gave her a few knock backs for awhile. This included black spots in vision, voices in her head, visions, and lapses in reality. As years have gone on it has been tweaked and has reached almost complete completion. Most of these symptoms have vanished completely, but have been known to relapse by malfunctions.

In combat it is used to make her faster and attain knowledge before she would have otherwise. An assassin usually works solo, it was only natural an experiment like this intrigued her. The way it works is by an implant that redirects the optic nerve through the device on its regular route, another part of the brain connected is the medial temporal lobe, the part of memories, cause for the reality lapses in experimental phases. By routing these together is how the device reaches optimal efficiency. The user can see what they want or turn it off and on by thinking key words programmed to them.

The device itself creates almost a screen imaged into their sight. By turning on a router they can find the best route for a given task, for instance entering a building undetected. These always come with some kind of risk factor known to the user as in reality a machine can only think of so many factors at once, especially when adding in unknown ones. It is a computer for vision in its simplest definition.
An added feature the few that have adopted it add is the routing of their magical essence. This makes it easier to cast spells on whim and access them for longer periods of time without much cool down, this leads into the problems however.

The implant is not all powerful, while it can do so much it has limits. It lessens the time between spells but weakens both the spells and body a lot faster. This addition isn`t not recommended but isn`t recommended for long time use. Use for days on end of the implant with no turn off will bring up past symptoms and could cause the user to go mentally insane until it finally is turned off. It stimulates the brain and in such needs careful and precise use. Overuse in battle in a short amount of time could result in unconsciousness or immediate need for medical attention.

Possessions/items/property: Crimson wears a golden hair piece, one given to her by her mother, it is very different from her very dark appearance.

Misc: She wears a mask when she is out on a mission.

Name: Kirane Maoru

Alias/Nickname: ’Rookie’ in the senior circles of the Paladins and ‘Arson’ to many of her enemies due to her (essentially yakuza) approach to work.

Appearance: Kirane’s hair is naturally white and drops in slight curls to just under shoulder-length. It is often tied back in a ponytail, probably as a subtle hint that confrontation is never entirely unexpected. Her eyes used to be blue before she started her service to Elsingdar, which quickly turned them into the glowing embers they are today. Because of them, stealth and spying are two approaches she had to completely abandon.

Overall, Kirane could better be described as “pretty”, rather than “beautiful”. This is in part due to her soft features: ebony skin, full cheeks and a slightly upturned nose, but also because she has never been seen to wear any makeup besides lipgloss. Her ever serious expression also stands in the way of evoking sympathy in many.

Her preference for an unrefined look doesn't quite extend to her clothes which are often bright and eye-catching in varying degrees. They are heavily influenced by traditional Kyotan attires with a creative twist. Her colleagues are not quite sure whether Kirane refashions them herself or pays someone to do it, and she's doesn't have close enough friends to have shared this information with. One thing is for sure: she prioritises function and the desire to be taken seriously over conventional aesthetics and very rarely reveals any more skin than her forearms and neck, even outside of work. Her weapons can be out on display or hidden, depending on the specific mission.

It should also be mentioned that Kirane is always wearing a lot of jewelry. It varies in design and purpose, with some of it being imbued or otherwise modified for communication(mpst of her earrings) or battle (some of the other pieces). The main reason for this isn't aesthetic, but defence - to lead her (potential) enemies to believe she is more or less armed than she actually is.

Age: 63

Race: Elemental (air) and True Fae hybrid.

Rank: Paladin of Words

Personality: Kirane is extremely serious and professional. She appears calm and collected, her voice level and her words reasonable and logical. Additionally, she seems to care very little for “personal matters”, as she calls anything beyond her work duties - be they colleagues’ dramas or having a relationship of her own. She never discussed her family and why she doesn't get along with them, neither asked anyone to share their own story. As a result all the information about her own life has come to the curious from secondary sources. Kirane is a careerist and seems content to devote all her time to the Tower of Stars.

Very rarely will people see her smile or joke as she seems to take life very seriously in everything she does. However, being collected does by no means imply that she is emotionless – something that comes counterintuitive at first but is something almost anyone who has worked with her can testify to. Kirane does have some anger issues which can lead her to lash out in severe ways. However, as her timing isn't completely unpredictable, that isn't necessarily a bad thing in her line of work. Some even speculate that is why she became a Paladin: purely because she couldn’t fit in any other rank. Others trust it to be a strategy which makes her one of the most successful new recruits in that cast.

History:

Kirane was born to one of the Tower’s previous Mistress of Sight by the name of Akime: a True Fae and an old friend of Christian Highfell. As such, the girl was involved in the Tower of Stars from birth and grew to think of it as her home. It was the home she chose to keep when she reached her adolesce and had a falling out with her mother. The girl has tried very hard to prove herself to the Tower's seniors and with time became one of its most distinguished diplomats, specialising in dealing with the more unpleasant clients – the ones that needed verbal persuasion as well as physical one. She liked working alone and always seemed to achieve her goal in the end, be it to crush any opposition or make them the Tower's allay.

But Kirane’s career and ego suffered a serious blow a few months ago when one of her clients cursed her. As the symptoms took a while to manifest Kirane isn’t sure who it was exactly that placed the curse. The medical staff established it was a designer curse specifically tailored for her and thus unbreakable by anyone but the caster. Additionally, none of the people she was dealing with over the past year seems to have the abilities necessary to place it, implying that it was a mercenary who had actually inflicted it. Still, Kirane has no doubt it has to do with her job and is adamant on finding out who it was. In order to do so she had to team up with one of her colleagues who now acts as her partner and, quite subtly, as her bodyguard.

This was necessary as the effect of the curse paralyses Kirane’s lungs and prevents the girl from breathing on her own. At present, a mix of technology and magic helps her stay alive but should any of the two malfunction she could die in the matter of moments. An army of nanobots stimulate the tissue of her lungs to prevent it from dying while her own amplified air magic helps circulate the air manually. While a pair of powerful amulets help enhance and stabilise Kirane's air magic, this does mean that any physical exercise she engages in shouldn’t be prolonged for more than several minutes to avoid her exhausting herself and fainting, which is also likely to happen faster than usual.

Needless to say this all makes her vulnerable to an array of things but she has refused to stop working or even accept much help with the investigation. Although visually hiding it from outsiders of the Tower comes easier than hiding it from colleagues, Kirane considers the matter her own business and remarks that the Knights and Paladins should have more serious tasks to attend to.

Reason for recruitment: Kirane’s mother used to be a knight herself so it was only natural for her to follow in her footsteps.

Strength of Will: Greater.

Magic:
Kirane uses channeled magic stemming from two sources: her own genetics and Elsingdar.
She is naturally gifted with the abilities to control air and light, letting her bend and change them at will. She is more proffecieny with air magic which she most often uses to defy gravity or attack. Her light manipulation is weaker but quite convenient for the casting of illusions or other distractions.

Conjuration: Kirane knows the basics of this kind of magic and can summon small elementals and animate small inanimate objects (roughly the size of a big cat).

Force magic: ironically this is the school she's invested the most effort in. While not intrinsically offencive, her abilities are both almost invisible, making them good weapons with some practice. Kirane can't slice a person in half with a gust of wind or turn her eyes to lasers, but she is a very quick caster and knows how to use her skills to the best of her advantage.

Illusions: Kirane has decent skills in this department but rarely uses them, mostly because they take more time and concentration to execute than drawing her daggers.

God relations: Elsingdar, the Light Bringer. Joined his church despite (or because of) her mother’s protests. She seems a bit inconsistent in her service.

Tech: Not very proficient with tech as her mother was helpless with it herself. But luckily she had her teachers and mom’s partners to teach her. She has a pair of communication earrings and a ring used for web surfing and communication with individuals not belonging to the Tower.

Possessions/items/property: Kirane owns a horse in the outskirts of Angel’s Landing. It’s quite big and part of it has been converted into a wildlife treatment center. It holds a few dozen animals at most time and has a resident veterinary and a carer on site. Kirane often goes there to help out when she has the chance but rarely spends the night.

Most of the time she spends the night in the Tower but tends to disappear on short notice quite regularly.

Kirane’s regular gear includes a pair of dispelling and reinforced daggers, a small revolver and technologically enchanted gloves and boots.
The boots enhance her movement and reaction speed while the gloves can produce electity strong enough to knock out a grown man (of most races).

Her most prized possessions are a walk-in closet and a few custom-made weapons and equipment which she keeps between her residences.

Among them the most used are her fan. Kirane makes sure to use it every time she casts an air spell as a small bluff to make people think her magic is related to the item in some way. One day she’ll be in a real pinch and the effort will pay off. By necessity the design is always the same, even when the fan breaks and needs to be replaced. She resisted the temptation to request a steel frame as it would make it heavier and more inconvenient.

Skills: Kirane has invested very little time in skills that aren’t directly related to her work. As such, her most important assets are connected to diplomacy and negotiation. Those include reading people and moods, gathering and analysing information, networking, intimidating and some rudimentary torturing techniques.

Misc: Glowing eyes can be a nuisance.

Sirius Dylan is a water elemental and human hybrid and a Senior Knight at the Tower of Stars. He has the reputation of someone who doesn’t value life and is rather willing to enter in situations that require the infliction of physical pain but keeps the victim alive. He is very good at reading people and even better at torturing them. As such, he is often responsible for interrogations and missions that require the forceful acquisition of items or people. While those are his favorite pass-times, his magical abilities aren’t great, thus forcing him to work with others more often than not. His fellow knights are often dismissive of Sirius as a rather psychotic and unreliable individual, despite his generally friendly demeanor and the fact that he is extremely loyal to his own.

Akime (born Hazumi Harwen) was the successor of Thomas Pavane as Mistress of Sight. She is a True Fae, born and raised in Zentra province, Hell. Shortly after coming to the surface, Akime changed her birthname and started travelling the world. She joined Angel’s Landing in the war against the Stygian Blade where she first encountered Christian Highfell. Decades later she joined the Tower of Stars as one of his knights. Akime is an extremely powerful individual, capable of animating armies and seeing as far as the eastern kingdoms but she has always had a very playful, almost childlike demeanor. She also has a knack for ‘collecting’ (as her daughter calls it) the spirits of her best friends. Three of them are almost always by her side – a woman called Amber (ex-human) and two men by the names of Ibuki (ex-devil) and Cole (griffin). Since retiring from her position as Mistress of Sight, the woman has gone back to roaming the globe, essentially disappearing off the radar. Some suspect that she is looking for Christian Highfell while others believe that she left due to her strained relationship with Kirane.

Name: Adéla Láska

Alias/Nickname: Lilac

Appearance:
Adéla wears the dilatant armored base of her armor fairly often, though just as commonly she walks around fully armored or clad in simple daytime clothing without much in the way of protective value. Her eyes are a deep amber and she wears a faint hint of similarly colored eyeliner to compliment them. Her body is well toned and muscle is evident througought and gives the impression of power, which shows through in the way she strides briskly when she walks. Despite her brush with death months ago, she has recovered, and has a full figure with fair, healthy skin and silky raven hair.

Age: 136

Race: Human

Personality: Classified.



Reason for recruitment: Money.

Strength of Will: Greater

Magic: Thus far, she has shown to be completely incapable of magic.

God relations: None so far.



Possessions/items/property: Very little. She has begun replacing things, but is still lacking in personal effects after the SB disposed of everything of hers. Notable among these is her former sidearm, ‘Old Reliable’ or myriad other names - a similarly monstrous hand cannon to her current, but fully tailored to her and keyed to her genetic structure. It was taken as a trophy - but would only be useful as a paperweight to any but her. She would like to get it back.

Skills:

• Combat Marksmanship - Adéla may not be a laser precise instrument of long range death, but she can reliably hit her targets in the heat of battle with plasma and lasers whizzing overhead.
• Endurance - Where part of the “Revenant” aspect comes in, Adéla can endure incredible punishment before going down.
• Engineer - While Adéla lacks impressive hacking skills she more than makes up for it with her skill at modifying the physical world. All of her weapons have been refined and tweaked by hand and she is quite capable of learning the internal workings of something on the fly.
• Intelligence - Adéla may be a frontline armored heavy, but she also sports a razor keen mind.
• Manipulative - Adéla didn’t get to where she got in the Stygian Blade through pure merit, just as much backroom intimidation and backstabbing went on to elevate her to a lofty position within. Almost high enough to find out what she wanted.
• Interrogator - Her long time with the Stygian Blade has ensured Adéla is quite adept at torturing the information out of people, and enjoying it too.

Misc: (Anything else the character sheet doesn’t seem to include that you think is important to the character)

Character Summary
Name: Ayala Crest
Alias/Nickname: Whisper
Age: Looks to be 25
Race: Elder Sidhe
Rank: Exemplar

Personality: Ayala is a strange one to be sure. Especially for being a necromancer, she is unusually friendly and good-natured. Though quiet and tends to keep to herself with the general fear that people associate with her magical gifts, she can be deadly serious and have a resolve that seems nearly unbreakable when she means to. Otherwise she is a helpful, clever type of woman who secretly carries the weight of a romantic heart.

Biography
No one really knows where she came from, including herself. Stranger still is when tower knights invited her in for shelter, she displayed very obvious necromancer arts, instantly gaining her some measure of fame. It wasn't long before she found herself being hounded by various knights, to which she simply looked at them with wide-eyed worry until the Knight Captain pulled her away into a private room.

Over the course of a few hours, the two talked mostly so the man could discern that she was no threat to the towers. After learning of her apparent amnesia, he passed her onto a knight before going along with the rest of his duties. Instead of leaving her out in the cold, they gave her the option of applying to the tower, otherwise they could only shelter her for so long. Without any direction or focus in her life she felt there really wasn't any other option and enlisted straight away.

At first her life was relatively quite, though rumors started to float across the halls rather quickly - a veilwalker was amongst the knights. Since she was rather naive in her use of powers, she was often seen turning ethereal and walking through walls as well as disappearing into mists. More so in her training she seemed to call upon blades of an ethereal-like quality that Ayala has since then dubbed 'spirit blades.' Among other things like being able to speak with the souls of the lost and sensing auras, it became obvious how rare her talents were. Before long she was taken within the Order of Shadows, but even then many of the individuals seemed to steer clear of her presence.

It wasn't until she met an Artisan named Henry who also dabbled in illusion magic. They quickly became good friends as Henry didn't seem phased by his new necromancer friend in the least bit. They would often be found just walking in tow down the hallways and spending time in each other's room, even with rumors of the two being a couple, though no one has ever seen them engage in public affection. Otherwise Ayala's time within the Tower had been a mostly pleasant one for the strange, lost Sidhe.

Reason for recruitment: Her rare gifts in necromancy paired with the fact that she had nowhere else to go and has seemed to have lost her memory.

Magic

Strength of Will: Greater Will

Veilwalker
• Ghost Form (Channeled): Ayala is able to become ethereal or ghost-like. Thus she can avoid all attacks, go through objects, but also can't interact with the physical realm in this form. She is mostly camouflaged in this form, but not completely invisible.
• Aura Sense (Channeled): Can sense auras of all kinds, be it from the dead or the living, though this only extends about forty feet from her being.
• Unnatural Sight (Channeled): Along with sensing auras, she can also see the spirits of the dead and interact with them. To top it off, it also allows her to see in the darkness with very little or no light at all.
• Ancient Tongue (Channeled): Ayala is able to understand, read, or write nearly all languages due to an unusual connection to the dead and their knowledge.
• Side Stepping (Channeled): Able to walk directly into the spirit realm, Ayala can transverse short distances within mere moments, seemingly disappearing into mist and back again.
• Spirit Blade (Channeled): Infusing soul energy into a semi-physical form, Ayala can forge a blade at will. While not aflame or dripping with ice, the blade is able to bypass some protections such as shields and other blades. What it can't do is phase through armors or magical wards, but is still extremely sharp regardless.
• Illusion Magics (Wild): Mostly unpracticed but still doable, Ayala can create some things like shadow puppets, distant sounds, flickers of light - of course all manipulations of perception and nothing actually real.

God Relations: Many people suspect that Ayala has been given her powers directly from Yishreenok, but why or for what reason is anyone's guess, seeing as the girl is friendly and good hearted.

Tech

• Undermesh: An extremely lightweight bulletproof mesh that normally goes around her torso like an undershirt.
• Feather Boots: Though a more ancient naming system, never-the-less it provides a unique service to it's user. It both allows Ayala to jump eight feet into the air as well as fall from nearly twenty stories without any damage to her body. It uses small gravitation fields to do this.

Possessions/items/property: Just a pair of fingerless gloves that she happens to adore the hell out of. Though she also has a small stuffed cat by her bedside. It's pink. Her name is Bubblegum.

Skills
• Swordsmanship: She's not exactly a master, but she knows her way around a blade and can hold her own in combat against most other melee combatants.
• Unnatural Grace: Coming from her Sidhe blood, she is amazingly balanced, flexible, and has high reflexes, though not exactly the strongest.
• Creative Thinker: Thinks out of the box, sometimes allowing her to see creative and unusual solutions to various problems.

Misc: TBA

General Dino: Order of Steel general. He has a knack for stealing credit from the Order's top innovators, and with said ill-gotten credit he builds his resume. As for his intellect, it displays through Nathan's "jokes".
Michael Solis: One of the most powerful swordsmen of the Order of Blades. Despite that, he is too lazy to get his name up the ranks.

Michael already has a CS. As for Dino, I'd rather not.

Y'know, most people are afraid of Hannya. Not afraid like he's some big ass dragon or some giant demon or something, but the guy wears suits that cost more than an education and looks like he owns the investment firm that bought the real estate company that owns your house. He's just got that way about him, y'know, like he's abso-fucking-lutely sure of everything he does, and that's kinda intimidating, y’know? But when you start talking to him, he's actually a really grounded guy. Sure he smokes the kind of cigars I couldn't buy without a mission's pay, but he's pretty good at giving you the whole 'sage wisdom' bullshit without the bullshit, y’know? And then you start to get to know him a little more, hang out around the towers a bit, and you learn that most people aren't nearly as afraid of him as they ought to be.

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Name: Jane M. Doe
Alias/Nickname: Airburst/Jericho Doe
Rank: Artificer, Order of Shadows

Age: 26
Race: Elder Ogeron
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Name: Eve Clarke

Alias/Nickname: N/A

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Age: 24

Race: Human

Rank: Knight

Personality: Capricious, energetic, bold, and outspoken, Eve follows few social standards at any given time. She loves her work above almost everything else, prioritizing her formulating, building, and testing above eating, sleeping, and personal hygiene. When at work, very little can actually manage to pull her away, but after getting over the traumatization of stepping out, she’s typically a bustling, cheery bundle of absurdity. While she gladly risks her life for the cause of peace and freedom, she is also a bitter, seething enemy to those she deems enemies. Which may change from time to time.

Biography/history: She was born a fraternal twin and just as quickly abandoned. After a few years of slumming it in an orphanage, her early genius was discovered and she was adopted into a wealthy family, the Clarkes. Even as a toddler, she was an undeniable prodigy, advancing into mathematical formulae and programming codes at an alarming rate. Scholarships came easy as breathing for her, so it was only natural that she spend her childhood and teenage years going to schools dedicated to gifted children.

There was just one apparent problem—Eve didn’t play well with other children. Or teachers. Or anyone. She was an emotional wreck and couldn’t bear to study on her own. Out of necessity, her brother was brought in to accompany her to classes, which had the desired calming and normalizing effect. With his help, she was able to graduate with honors and the like, eventually earning not one, but two distinguished degrees in Artifice and Robotic Technologies by the time she was nineteen.

Then tragedy struck. When her brother was caught in the crossfire of an assassination attempt, his body was all but riddled through. He should have died, but he was stabilized on life support long enough for Eve to attempt the impossible. With the help of a sizeable grant and a team of doctors, she managed to reconstruct his body, replacing bone with metal and nerves with wiring. By the time they finished, he was whole again, though certainly not the same person she remembered.

Her brother remained loyally by her side, and the two decided they needed to do more with their schooling than research and development. After joining the Tower of Stars, the pair became mixed into two different orders—Eve into the Order of Steel and her brother into the Order of Shadows.

Reason for recruitment: She's a genius who developed and got rich off her own brand of AI programming. It helps that her artificery makes some pretty neat weapons, too.

Strength of Will: Greater

Magic:
General Categorization: Artifice. The point of artifice isn’t to infuse magic into the mundane so much as bring out the magic inherently part of the mundane. To that end, runes, chemistry, mechanics, metallurgy, and even coding are used to create and manipulate patterns and formulas that tap into the intrinsic, magical qualities all materials in the universe have.

Specific Spells: N/A

God relations: Orcorum--she doesn't worship him so much as follow after his scholars for the knowledge Orieon possessed.

Tech:
Juditha: A mechanical and magical wonder, Juditha is a collapsible rifle with a variety of ammo types.

-Lightning Shot: A small device, roughly the size of a fist, which discharges electricity upon impact. The target of the shot, which is identified as a friendly, is not affected by the discharge. Instead, surrounding targets are blasted by electric bolts.

-Flamethrower: A continuous blast of flame that reaches 3 feet erupts from Juditha’s muzzle. Each container’s worth of fluid consumed lasts for approximately one minute each.

-Grease Grenade: Pressurized grease within a thin ceramic shell shatters upon impact and releases highly flammable grease within a radius of up to 15 feet.

-Tether Shot: One end of a metal cord remains attached to the gun while the other is shot forward up to 25 feet away. The opposing end has a metal claw, which affixes itself to any target it can grapple.

-Shredder: A grenade that explodes with lethal force and sends shrapnel into targets up to 15 feet away.

-Acid-Fire: Pressurized acid within a thin ceramic shell shatters upon impact and releases highly corroding acid, which can dissolve normal metals and even rock within seconds. The splatter spreads up to 5 feet in radius and ignites upon impact.

-Nitrogen Bomb: Pressurized nitrogen explodes upon impact and instantly freezes a target. The radius is small, directly affecting targets (or parts of targets) up to 3 feet in radius.

-Caltrop Bomb: Upon impact, the shell of the bomb launches sharp metal caltrops in a radius of up to 10 feet.

-Trip Mine: Active upon impact, the small, square device is packed with liquid explosive capable of ripping apart concrete. It's activated when the pressure sensor is triggered.

-Smoke Bomb: A small device emits heavy white smoke for approximately 3 minutes. It provides heavy cover within the area it explodes and causes difficulty breathing.

-Portable Wall: A charged device that generates a wall of force. Depending on the programming before deployment, it can take various shapes, such as a ladder, a bridge, or any other predetermined form. Whatever the shape, it can form any area up to 15x15 feet and lasts for approximately one minute. While active, the force-created object has a faint blue glow and will deflect most attacks and projectiles sent its way.

-Regular Bullets: Exactly what it sounds like!

Ace: Eve’s butlering companion who is programmed to aid her in every conceivable need, be it sewing, welding, cooking, doctoring, piloting, or conversing in other languages. Ace is not equipped for combat, but is composed of an adamantine alloy that makes him resistant to bullets and blades.

Jack: A battle robot programmed to fight with both a sword arm and a gun arm. It shoots regular bullets, stands at 8 feet tall, and has mechanical strength more than five times greater than a man. It doesn’t use a camera or light to view its targets, but has infrared sensors on top of motion sensors. As far as fighting ability, it has been tested, reprogrammed, and rebuilt multiple times until it has been conditioned for advanced combat maneuvering.

Perkle: An infiltration robot no larger than a fist. It gets around by rolling and can even use a sticky coating to roll itself up vertical services. Equipped with three deployable, miniature cameras, two detachable trackers, and a remote plug-in to allow wireless access into a computer.

Parachute Pack: A simple parachute designed to break a fall. It's worn on the back and activated by a button on a connecting chest piece. The nice part? It folds itself back up again after use.

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Pegasus: A relatively small, anti-gravity yacht powered by solar sails. It can reach speeds up to 150mph and houses enough room for Eve’s artifice lab as well as living quarters for her and her brother. Needless to say, it also stores computers, along with a personal laptop, tablet, and smartphone. (Pegasus Floor Plan)


Skills: Programming/Hacking, Mechanical Engineering, Artifice, Alchemy, Marksmanship

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Name: Adam Clarke

Alias/Nickname: N/A

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Age: 24

Race: Human Cyborg

Rank: Artisan

Personality: Polite at the best and worst of times, patient perhaps to a fault, and genteel in nature, Adam is an explicitly easy person to get along with. He loves philosophy and the arts, and is willing to listen to anyone’s perspective on such matters. Although his robotic eyes and other such attributes can be off-putting, he’s quick to make jokes about his appearance. He is protective of those weaker than him in any context and despises violence, resorting to it only as a last measure.

Biography/history: He was born a fraternal twin and abandoned right at the start. He grew up both treasuring and resenting his sister, who became the reason he was adopted and later placed in schools dedicated to gifted children. Truth be told, he had a potent intellect all his own, though it wasn’t bent toward the same scientific exploits of his sister. Instead, he pursued language, music, and philosophy, mastering several different languages and becoming proficient with the violin and piano. By the time he was granted his diploma, he was already a published author and pending the position of a poet laureate.

But it was not to be. After being invited to the party of a high-ranking official, there was an attack on that official’s life. He attempted to shield another woman from an explosion in the crossfire and very nearly died for the effort.

That, however, was also not to be. Despite his agony he could give no voice to, he was kept alive and experimented on by his own sister until his body was restored—not by magic, but by machinery. He found himself with enhanced vision, breathing capabilities, and strength on top of a nearly impenetrable mythril skeletal frame. After reconditioning, he decided to join his sister in her exploits abroad, and ended up serving the Tower of Stars under the Order of Shadows.

Reason for recruitment: His particular cyborg strengths in addition to his persuasive skills make him an excellent agent for diplomatic and investigative affairs.

Strength of Will: Unnatural

Magic: N/A

God relations: N/A

Tech:
Energized Pistol: A pistol that fires bursts of electricity rather than bullets. It’s especially effective against machinery, as it easily causes electric overloads. It can also cause painful welts on humans, and at higher outputs, cause a target to black out.

Cyborg Attributes: His cyborg attributes shouldn't be understated. As aforementioned, he has a metallic frame of mythril, superhuman strength, and artificial breathing and filtration systems that make him immune to poison and gaseous irritants. Additionally, his eyes can see in infrared and night vision in addition to magnification features.

Right Arm: His right arm is armored with mythril scale plating. Though it sports an outwardly human shape, it also has a retractable pick, 4 inch blade, and a small canister of sleeping gas that can be released from the palm of his hand.

Left Arm: His left arm is armored with mythril scale plating. Though it sports an outwadly human shape, it also has a retractable pick, hammer, and a grappling hook that can be shot up to 30 feet, starting from the palm of his hand.

Mesh Suit: A thin layer of metallic mesh he wears under his clothing. It's bullet-proof and can withstand basic cuts and jabs. Never hurts to be prepared, right?

Parachute Pack: A simple parachute designed to break a fall. It's worn on the back and activated by a button on a connecting chest piece. The nice part? It folds itself back up again after use.

Possessions/items/property: A smartphone, an embroidered handkerchief with the initials MF, two violins, an electric piano, and a pocket watch.

Skills: Public speech, History buff, Hand-to-hand Combat, Marksmanship, Piano/Violin, Parkour, Rock climbing. He also has a lot of experience in diplomatic affairs and investigation in regards to tailing suspects and even stealing materials off of said suspects when necessary.

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Name: Lugen Sult.

Alias/Nickname: Anvil

"Call me Anvil. Lugen reminds me of my old life. New life, new me right?"

Rank: Knight (Lugen has absolutely no desire to climb the ranks, despite how long he's been with the tower)

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He stands at 5 foot 10 inches.

Age: 80

Race: Cambion

Personality: Crude, crass, and loud, Lugen doesn't have a filter. He curses, makes lewd remarks, and snickers at his own inappropriate humor. He always has a smirk or a grin on his face, as if he knows a joke you don't, even when his body is healing from horrific wounds. This doesn't change when it comes to missions, or anything that most people would expect him to be professional about.

Lugen is cheerful to everyone, even those who aren't to him. No reason for him to be an asshole, even if they are.

Biography/history: Lugen's first memory is of pain. Just enough to be agonizing, but not make him incapable of moving. It's always been that way, and it always will be that way till the day he dies. When he was younger, his mother would soothe him whispering sweet nothings about how he was destined for greatness. As a Demon of Unvaris, she would know. He was destined for great things, things that would shake the corners of the world.

Or so she kept telling him at least.

It soothed him, and made the pain seem less, made it seem like it had a point. His mother was all he had in those early years. His father had never been around. Lugen didn't know whether or not he had ran off or never been a willing participant to begin with. Regardless, he wasn't around and no one else was either. All he had was his mother. She took care of him, and they kept largely to themselves in a city Lugen doesn't even remember anymore. They kept like this till Lugen was 12 years old. Then his mother declared that they were heading to a new city, that she had business to take care of there. So they packed up and left the home, ending up in Veilhome.

Once they had been set up in the city for a week, she told Lugen that she had some business to take care of and that she would be back before nightfall. On the 5th day Lugen went to look for her. On the seventh he was hopelessly lost, but still searching. He stopped counting after the twelfth, and stopped looking soonn after. He was only 12 and lost in a city that wasn't going to be kind to him. He managed to scrape by for four more years, when something that was both a blessing and a curse happened. He was grabbed by two strange men and dragged to what would become his home for the next 64 years. The Pit.

It was an underground fighting arena, where two unfortunate souls were thrown in and told to fight to the death. The winner got to live to fight another day. The loser was thrown into a garbage heap and disposed of. Those who didn't want to fight were killed, either by their opponents or the ones who had dragged them into the arena. So Lugen fought. He didn't want to die, and that desire to live far outweighed his reluctance to kill other people. Lugen had three advantages over all the rest of his competitors. He could heal from his wounds,any pain they could inflict on him was practically nothing to the pain that he lived with his entire life, and if they pushed him to far he could go berserk and finish them. As Lugen fought, he began to pick up a few things. If you didn't react to pain, or reacted the opposite of how they expect you to, it unnerved enemies.

So Lugen laughed. He chuckled. He sang. He did everything to show his opponents that they weren't hurting him. They weren't even coming close to hurting him. He became a legend in The Pit, a great draw of crowds. The screamed and howled, placing their bets and cheering as he killed yet another poor soul, chanting his name as he went back into his cell. That was his life for decades. Get up, kill someone, go back to the cell, stitch up those wounds he didn't want to have his healing factor waste energy on or that would take to long with the healing factor alone, repeat. It seemed like he was doomed to be down there forever, cursed by his mother's blood, till he finally fell to an opponent. Fortunately for him, whoever owned the Pit kidnapped the one person.

What they thought had been another homeless beggar was really the drunken son of a local merchant lord, lost on one of his many binges. He didn't last long in The Pit. The merchant lord found out where his son had been taken, and killed, and then contacted the Tower. He wanted the Pit destroyed, and everyone who had something to do with it killed. The Tower was all to happy to oblige. They sent a squad to the location given, and they cleaned house.

Fortunately for Lugen, they did it just as he ended his last fight. One moment he was walking back into his cell, the next he was looking around in confusion as gunfire and explosions rocked the thing that had been his home for several decades. It was being attacked by these 'Knights of the Tower' as he heard someone scream out. For a moment, he was paralyzed by surprise. Then he took his opportunity and scrambled out of the hell hole. He started running and didn't look back. Freedom at long last was his, and he wasn't going to go back into that life.

It took Lugen exactly three days to figure out that if you do something for sixty plus years, it becomes the only thing you're good at. He wasn't good at anything other than taking hits and hitting people in return. He needed a mercenary group to work for, someone that would actually pay him to do what he'd been doing his entire life. A group that wasn't filled with complete bastards. He recalled the group that had destroyed the Pit and, after some asking around, found out where they were located. Within a day, he was heading towards Angel's landing.

It didn't take much effort to get into the Tower. He simply informed them that he could take almost anything they threw at him and get back up from it, especially if they gave him training and equipment to increase that toughness. After a few demonstrations, he was allowed in.

That was ten years ago, and since then Lugen has had absolutely no desire to climb the ranks. He knows what he's good at and what he isn't. He's good at punching things and keeping enemy off of his teammates, and not much else. He's not good at giving commands and being in charge. Leave that to some other poor bastard.

Reason for recruitment: He wanted to get paid for what he did best.

Strength of Will: Greater

Magic: Lugen's magic is fueled by his pain. The more pain Lugen feels, the more magic he can cast. The stronger the pain, the stronger the spells. Too strong of pain, however, results in him going into a berserk rage.

Lugen is skilled in two types of magic, and has a spell or two in a couple others.

Abjuration

Shield Creation- Lugen can raise a magical shield wall at a max of 36 feet high, 30 feet long or create a small curved shield dome in front of him as small as six feet high and five feet across.

Shield Dome- Lugen can create a magical dome that is at it's highest 10 feet and 6 feet wide.

Body Shield- Lugen can cover his body in a shield of magical energy, increasing his already impressive durability.

Impenetrable Shield- Lugen surrounds someone in a shield of energy that is nigh invincible. The downside is that it immobilizes whoever he casts it on. Used primarily to protect injured or downed allies.

Healing factor- Lugen has a natural healing factor, allowing him to recover from serious injures fast enough to get back in the fight. What should take months takes minutes. This is done in the most agonizing fashion, of course.

Pain Transference- Lugen can take on the pain be it (emotional, physical, or psychological) another is feeling, freeing them of it for a time.

Wound Transference- Lugen is extremely reluctant to use this spell, as it necessitates that whoever he casts it on shares in the agony he feels every waking moment, but he can take on the wounds someone else has. It leaves them completely healed, and him with their previous wounds.

Conjuration

Spirits of Protection- Lugen summon up to three spirits that can cover his allies with energy shields.

Elementals- Lugen can summon a minor elemental of any of the elements. These elementals are of the humanoid variety, though of very low power and highly annoying to most people. They like Lugen because he puts up with them, and he often bribes them with things they like so that they'll help. He exclusively uses them for utilities such as scouting, lighting a fire on a wet day, illuminating a pitch black room, etc etc.

Spirit of Empowerment- Lugen can summon a spirit that converts his pain into energy and power for his allies.

Watchful Eyes- Lugen can create three creatures (without any weapons). They're primarily for companionship and screaming very loudly and terrifyingly if someone not pre-approved by Lugen or his group (Like a fellow knight or paladin, for example) approaches the campsite. They have a 360 degree 'sensing aura' thus making it almost impossible to sneak up on them without magical aid.

Spirit of Transferance- Lugen can summon a spirit that can transfer his physical attributes to an ally, at the cost of leaving him with that lessened trait. He can make an ally stronger, faster, tougher, better eyesight, etc etc, but leave himself weaker, slower, more easily damaged, or with worse eyesight.

Pain Constructs- When Lugen is driven berserk by pain, he can use all the agony he has to create weapons, extra limbs, armor, whatever he needs to destroy whomever happens to be his current target.

Illusion

Aggro Channeling- A passive spell Lugen activates whenever entering combat, all of Lugen's enemies find themselves with an insistent and strong desire to focus their attacks on him and no one else.

Force

Pain Rage- When Lugen reaches the extremely high limit of pain he can take (almost exclusively reached in severe combat situations where he has already been 'killed' several times), he goes into a berserk rage. In this rage, his speed, strength, and reflexes triple. His body simply can't keep up with this, however, his bones break and shatter, his muscles rip and tear, and his body generally breaks down at an alarming rate, even as he throws himself heedlessly at the enemy. His nanomachines and natural healing factor keep him from dying every time this happens, but not by much. He can only keep the rage up for two minutes at most, then he collapses and slowly recovers, barely able to walk.

God relations: Lugen, when he bothers to think about it, is confused on exactly who he should worship. On the one hand, his mother is a Demon of Unvaris. So his powers come directly from it. However, he hates his mother (which, he supposes, is another thing that connects him to Unvaris) and laughs a lot and enjoys life (mostly to spite the pain he deals with) which is a tenant of Seyardil. But since it's only to spite pain, is it really truly following it? He doesn't know, and prefers not to think about his connections to Gods.

Tech: In addition to his cybernetic arm and eye, Lugen has a few other interesting toys.

B.E.S.S- Lugen's gun, BESS (an abbreviation of Lugen's title for it; Big Explosive Shit Shooter), is a heavy ordinance weapon. It has two firing modes. A mode for firing armor piercing explosive .50 caliber rounds, fully automatic, for when Lugen needs to shoot things without blowing himself up. A mode for firing RPGs, for every other occasion.

P.A.M- Lugen's AI. The Predictive Aiming Module is connected both to Lugen's robotic eye and his nanomachines. She (for Lugen insisted upon having a female orientated AI), controls and dictates where his nanomachines go and gives him predictions on where enemy attacks are going to land so he can adapt accordingly, enabling him to react faster in battle. She can also have the Nanomachines forcible freeze his body in place, should he start to turn on allies while in a berserk rage.

Nanomachines- Lugen's body is filled nanomachines that are intimately connected to his physiology. Their only purpose is to keep him in the fight longer and get him back on his feet faster. This, coupled with his natural healing factor, is what makes him so hard to put down. With his Nanomachines, Lugen can recover from wounds that would kill most other mortals. They can even reattach severed limbs, though regrowing a new one is beyond them (as evidenced by his robotic arm). All of their healing is done in the most agonizing fashion, of course. PAM can flood them to the surface of his skin, hardening and making it extremely difficult to pierce his skin or armor. This, unfortunately, stops all healing on his body while active, as the flesh simply refuses to be moved back into place.

Penance Armor- Lugen's Armor. It is of the highest quality, able to resist a huge variety of attacks, both magical and technological, with ease. It is sealed against outside threats (such as poisonous gas, radiation, EMP, etc etc) and is connected to Lugen's Nanomachines, allowing them to repair it when damage does get done to it. It is also connected to his nervous system, meaning Lugen feels pain whenever it gets hit or damaged.

Doubling his physical attributes (speed, strength, reflexes, etc etc), it has 3 inch spiked knuckles that Lugen can use to their full vicious potential. On it's right wrist it has a harpoon that can shoot up to 300 yards. On it's left wrist it has a very similar set up, the only difference being instead of a spike on the end of the harpoon it has a claw that tightly grasps whatever it comes in contact with.

Possessions/items/property: Lugen owns an arena on the outskirts of Angel's Landing. The product of ten years worth of missions funds and hard work, he uses it as a legitimate version of The Pit. Volunteer fighters go in and get a portion of the proceeds from the betting. There are healers on standby, and one simple rule of no killing. It's become quite popular in the slums as a way to make quick cash (either by fighting or betting) and have a sporting even to watch your favorite fighters go toe to toe. Lugen diverts part of the proceeds to Kirane's animal clinic, a place he visits often.

Aside from that, Lugen lives at the tower and keeps most of his items on him.

Skills:

Tank: Lugen's entire combat strategy and skills revolve around getting the enemy's attention, and then shrugging off or getting back up from any and all attacks thrown at him. He can take almost any damage and get back up, laughing.

Nanomachines, son: Lugen, when necessary, can control and direct the nanomachines in his body, even if they leave his body, albeit far less effectively than his AI.

Defensive Mage: Lugen is skilled at defending both himself and his allies, keeping himself and them alive in the face of horrendous damage.

Brawler: Lugen has been in hundreds of fist fights, but calling him skilled would be a stretch. He simply keeps going until either his enemy or he can't keep going.

Battlefield Medic: After decades of patching himself up, Lugen is skilled at fixing injures that occur over the course of a battle. Just don't expect him to do any surgery beyond 'dig the bullet or blade tip out', 'reset the bone', and 'amputate the limb'.

Misc:

Lugen is followed by a bowling ball sized animal he has named 'Scruffy'. Scruffy started following him a couple years ago, despite Lugen's best attempts to shoo him away or at least keep him locked at home with the other animals, and has been his stalwart travelling companion ever since. Lugen suspects he has magical abilities, as Scruffy is never seen by any enemies or hurt by any combat or dangerous situation he's in, always reappearing when they've stopped for the night and imperiously taking place in Lugen's lap.

Limitations

The Best offense is a good defense- Lugen is incredibly tough to put down and keep down. His healing factor, coupled with his nanomachines, make him get up in seconds from things that should have killed him. That being said, he's severely lacking in offensive capabilities. He can shoot BESS and punch things, but unless he purposefully damages himself as much as possible (thus activating his berserk rage), he's not going to be taking out stronger opponents. He's good at taking hits, not dishing them out.

Fueled by Pain- Lugen's magic comes from his pain. If you get the sufficiently large amount of chemicals or magic into him to numb him completely you take away his magic entirely. Even if you don't get the right amount, you still weaken his magic considerably if you lessen his capacity to feel pain.

Name: Miriam Lanthan

Alias/Nickname: Domina, Miri, Firefly.

"True power is the only way to protect yourself and what you care about. And I will seize it by any means necessary."

Appearance: This is her and her armor. She stands at 7ft 3in with red eyes. Her hair is normally kept in a bun when she's on mission. Her skin is only a shade darker than white, the light grey tone often getting her confused for merely a very tall human. Her elemental mark of fire is at the base of her throat.

Age: 100

Race: Shaitan Djinni

Rank: Knight Captain

Personality: Depending on how nice of a person you talk to, descriptions of Miriam range from 'Proud and confident' too 'Arrogant bitch.' Radiating confidence and proud in her ways, Miriam's steely disposition and unshakably calm demeanor often causes her fellow Knights and subordinates to rankle. She doesn't care if you respect her or her faith, but you will respect her rank and her ability. Her demeanor doesn't change while on mission, keeping her focus going until the end. It has been noted several times that she goes to great lengths to protect and help those in her squad, one noted instance throwing herself in front of a man who had, earlier in the mission, declared that 'she was a stygian whore who he'd rather see dead than as his commanding officer'

When asked why she would risk herself for such a man, her reply was simply 'It is a commander's duty to do her best to ensure all under her command get back alive and healthy.' Outside of what she deems as the duty of command, she rarely if ever socializes with others. Some deem this as yet more evidence that she finds herself better than the rest of them, while others think she's merely protecting those who might be her friends from negative repercussions that follow her. Miriam herself hasn't said anything about it.

Miriam is a creature of ritual. During certain events and at the beginning and end of the day she prays to Overack. At the end of the day (be it when they finally camp or when she finally goes to bed at night) she brushes her hair and hums her mother's song softly to herself. Before battle she'll recite one of her father's poems to herself. So on so forth.

Biography/history: Miriam was born in Westhaven to a Shaitan Djinni and a human mother. Her father made magical artifacts, selling them to the highest bidder, while her mother taught defense and combat classes to anyone who was willing to learn. They made no secret of her mother's worship of Overack, and their help and volunteering with the community overshadowed the negative connotations associated with that.

For sixteen years she lived a happy life with her family, learning her father's craft and her mother's skills. Her father crafted rings that had fire glowing in them, earrings that shone with inner light, necklaces that had water flowing through them, so on so forth. On her 10th birthday he made a hairbrush for her, glowing and swirling with inner fire. Her mother would brush through her hair with it, humming a soft soothing song. Her mother gave her her first dagger when she was 12, beginning to teach her the ways of combat. When she was 16 her father gave her the sword she carries to this day.

That lasted until the Stygian Blades launched an attack on Westhaven when she was 16 years old, leaving nearly a hundred civilians dead and dozens of military personnel. People were angry, confused, and scared. They needed to lash out, strike back at their enemies. Miriam's family offered the perfect opportunity for that. The mob that stormed their house numbered in the hundreds, demanding that they offer themselves for justice. Miriam was terrified, on the verge of paralyzing fear, when her mother knelt in front of her and smiled reassuringly. She put a ring into her hand and closed her fingers around it. "Overack protects the strong. You must be strong Firefly." Tears streaming down her face, Miriam nodded, and watched as her mother walked out to faced the angry mob.

For the first time since she had known her mother, Miriam saw her use her power as a Cleric of Overack. "Stop." Her voice boomed across the crowd, silencing them all and freezing them in place. Her power seemed to radiate through the city. Miriam and her father nearly stopped themselves. Her mother surveyed the angry crowd, cold power seeming to practically ooze off of her. She opened her mouth to command them once more, perhaps to go home quietly, when the bullet caught her in the head. Miriam screamed as her mother fell to the floor, dead, and the mob charged the house. A wall of flames blocked entrance as her father sealed the entrance to their homes. He turned and gave her a pained smile, putting her dagger and hairbrush into her hands. "Run Miriam. Run long and run fast. I love you my dancing Firefly."

Miriam ran as her father turned to face the crowd, flames erupting off of him as he burned the crowd by the dozens. By the time he fell, the charred corpses packed the street and fires raged through their neighborhood. She didn't know how long she ran, or how far but she eventually stopped, out of breath and terrified, pressing her back against the wall. It was then that she first prayed to Overack, whispering to him for power and guidance. She would never be weak again, not while he was by he side, not if he gave her a chance.

Overack answered her prayers, having the Stygian Blades find her and imbuing her ring with power. She was taken to the Westhaven Cell and inducted into the Blades. From that point on she trained. She devoted her entire being, her entire will, to gaining power, to never being weak enough that she couldn't save her loved ones again. She moved from city to city, helping the Blades as well as she could. As her powers and skills increased, she rose through the ranks quickly, earning a commanding position. She operated exclusively against military in Galendar, detesting the terrorist actions that the Blades would take. She started making plans to seize control of the Blades, gathering like minded individuals.

It was around this time that she started weakening the Blades from within. Missions would go disastrously wrong, resulting in the death of Blades. High ranking members would be assassinated, seemingly in accident or on mission. But the rate was at a far faster than they were capable of. Miriam suspected another group was operating within the Blades. They couldn't find any evidence, but none of their members died, so she left it be.

After a few years she was approached by Adela Laska. Laska had another faction, perhaps the very faction that had been operating years earlier, and would help Miriam. All she requested in return was that they split control of Stygian Blades together. Miriam agreed, and they began working together towards the goal of reforming the Blades into a better organization. It worked for a while, until Adela was executed by her own squad.

The attack was sudden and swift, far to swift and sure to have been anything other than betrayal. She was expecting it to happen at any moment, and planned for it. If they were willing to kill Adela, they would be more than willing to kill It was on a mission through Angel's Fall through the slums when they tried to kill her. Most of her squad attempted to empty their clips into her, while the few left loyal attempted to defend her. Miriam managed to escape as her loyal men died, hiding in the slums of Angel's Fall. While the Blades began looking for her to eliminate her, she seized control of several of the local street gangs. Either through force of arm or her magic, she amassed a small army to counter her former allies.

When they came to root her out, she was ready. The Blades moved in, only to find Miriam and her gangs dug in. What should have been a simple assassination was turned into a drawn out bloodbath. The slum was turned into a warzone. The city guards attempted to restore order, only to find themselves beat back by either the gangs or the Blades. Eventually the Tower Knights were called in to restore order, lead by no other than Christian Highfell himself. The Knights, with help of Miriam's gang, eliminated the Blades. By the end of it, Miriam was left with no followers and brought before Christian himself. She requested to be let into the Tower, explaining what had happened to her. When asked why they should let her, her reply was simple.

"If I could hold off the Blades with just a small host of street thugs, imagine what I could do with trained Knights of the Tower."

Allowed to join the Tower, she rapidly climbed the ranks to her position, even when Highfell disappeared. The new Mistress of Stars, it was whispered, used Miriam to solidify her control and helped her rise through the ranks. These were only rumors, however, with no proof to back them up.

Reason for recruitment: Power.

Strength of Will: Greater

Magic:

Illusion

Bend the Knee- Miriam forces her will upon another, weaker individual, making them obey her. She strictly avoids doing this on her fellow knights and other allies as, strangely enough, people tend to avoid you and refuse to work under you if you're given to forcing them to obey.

Demoralize- Miriam's presence begins to frighten the enemy, making them less and less willing to keep fighting.

Rally- Miriam marshal's her allies, restoring energy, banishing any temporary negative effects (curses, illusions, fear spells, etc) in a 10 foot radius.

Conjuration

Banner- Miriam conjures and plants a banner in the ground, claiming 30 feet as her's and her allies'. In it, she and her allies are 2x faster and stronger, while her enemies are slowed and weakened.

Avatar- Miriam conjures a projection of herself, allowing her to, if necessary, survey the battle from afar while still aiding her allies.

Necromancy

Raise the Fallen- Miriam can heal the wounds of foes who have recently fallen in battle, just before their souls pass on, binding them to her will and making them fight for her.

Divination

Bird's Eye View- Miriam can scan the surrounding area from a bird's eye view, gaining a lay of the land.

Force

Elemental traits- Miriam can take on the traits of various elements. Earth to make her skin hard as stone and increase her strength, at the cost of slowing her down. Air to increase her speed and agility, at the cost of making her far lighter. Water to increase her flexibility and reflexes.

Fire elementalist- With her Fire Mark, Miriam can generate and manipulate fire.

Ring of Dominion- The ring her mother gave her, black steel with the symbol of Overack in the center, this is the source of her powers except for her fire magic.

God relations: Miriam is deeply devoted to Overack and his ideals, worshiping him regularly and proudly wearing symbols of her faith, despite all the negative reactions it gains her.

Tech:

Blade Armor- Armor made for her when she was in the Stygian Blades, this armor doubles her speed and strength, augments her her fire magic (through the gem in her chest), and has shield flowing over it that protects her unarmored head and hands. It can take a decent amount of damage, but not enough to survive a protracted fight.

Flame Sword- A magical blade that channels Miriam's fire magic through the precious gem on it, and can cut through most metals. It is one of her most prized positions.

Possessions/items/property:

Small house- A small one bedroom house, just off the edge of Tower properties. It is layered in magical alarms and protections, in case the blades come after her again.

Hair Brush- Her hair brush that her father made her, glowing with trapped fire. She takes it with her wherever she goes. It is layered in magical protections as well, to prevent it from being broken.

Skills:

Combatant- Miriam is a skilled combatant, especially swordplay, knowing people respect physical power before they respect anything else.

Intelligent- Miriam is very intelligent, able to remember most of what she sees and hears and make plans on the fly.

Athletic- Especially in combination with her elemental abilities, Miriam is an extremely athletic individual, be it at straight running or a perilous chase through a crowded city.

Commander- Miriam is skilled at commanding squads and dealing with everything that comes along with it.

Disciplined- Miriam has nearly complete control over herself, with almost nothing shaking her calm demeanor.

Misc: Miriam is skilled at painting, the patience required appealing to her.

Name: Luxuria

Alias/Nickname: Booty Warrior, Magical Girl: Love Misery, QT3.14, Kuroyuki

Rank: Knight

Appearance:

Age: 213 Years

Race: Cambion Elder Sidhe. Luxuria had been specifically bred for physical beauty and magic prowess, utilizing her Sidhe heritage to bolster the power of her demons magic. Her demonic ancestor is Lilith, said to be the progenitor of Succubi and Incubi.

Personality: Luxuria is cheerful and excitable. Though a demon she seems to have a positive view in many things, and she pursues happiness with almost childlike glee. Of course there is more to her than that, as she has a certain level of maturity within her as well, but she chooses to embrace her being and pursue the finer things in life rather than to be dour and grumpy like most “adults”.

Luxuria describes herself as a nihilist and believes that life is inherently meaningless, and thus has very little care about herself or anyone else. Because no one truly matters she finds it liberating because it means she can do whatever she wishes with her life, seeing it as more of a blank canvas rather than a wasteland. She would not encourage others to do anything she doesn't intend to do herself, and has very little interest in those who seek to wallow in despair or choose to end their suffering through death. As far as she cares, they've made their choice.

A frequent liar, pretender, and schemer, Luxuria is no stranger to befriending others under false pretenses or manipulating them for her own amusement. That being said she can sometimes be so convincing with her lies that she even fools herself, as the best lies are the true ones. Being a liar also allows her incredible flexibility with her emotions and subsequently her mental state, as she can twist and transform her state of mind into whatever it is that is needed or desired. She can turn a spell of insanity into a song of courage, the feeling of dread into dripping anticipation, and a bloody fury into throes of passion.

Biography/history:
Luxuria's history is a fairly long one for a mortal, but short for various long-lived races. She was born among a brood of other Cambrian demons, bred for the sole purpose of appearances. She was never meant to escape the brood and serve merely as a handmaiden to the highest bidder. Practically born into slavery, though the culture that her parents were in endorsed this. Luxuria's own mother, a succubi by the name of Francesca, was also born for a similar purpose and enjoyed many benefits for it. It helped that ultimately they were born for one singular purpose to serve their grand matriarch, the mother of all Succubi and Inccubi, Lilith.

That being said Luxuria wasn't a complete tool. At a young age she, like many succubi, had a chaotic spirit and a boundless curiosity. While many of her siblings were disciplined or cowed in line, Luxuria didn't follow the rules so easily. She wandered the halls of her home and spied on the activities of others, eventually learning how to leave the house and explore outside. Luxuria was a free spirit and her family noticed this quiet soon. And instead of trying to quell it, they embraced Luxuria's independence. And so at the young age of 15 years, Luxuria was kicked out from home and left to wander the world on her own.

Despite how harsh this may seem to a mortal, it was a blessing for Luxuria. Free spirited she may be, she was already quite adapt with the basic succubi spells granted through her covenant with Lilith. And it was her magical talents that caught the eyes of a gang known as the Daughters of Chaos. Magically endowed girls who desired to use their magic for their own selfish ends. They stole anything they wanted and killed whoever tried to stop them, a violent gang of misfits to be sure. Luxuria fitted right in. Though only some of her magic could help in a fight, they taught Luxuria their signature spells and how to survive the rough city streets and life within the gangs. The succubi spawn in turn used her talents to their benefit, seducing and stealing the life force of targets so her fellow sisters could rob and steal to their hearts delight.

The Daughters of Chaos reigned for about thirty years before eventually the senior members simply lost interest in their lifestyle. Many had "Matured" and moved onto more sophisticated and profitable ventures, or had simply left or died, leaving nothing but the young initiates who lacked the ambition or power to really change the Daughters. Luxuria herself had grown rather weary of the thievery and murder she participated in, not out of guilt but boredom. They never truly faced off against a real challenge and just robbed commoners and the occasional middle-class merchant. After the Daughters of Chaos dissolved, Luxuria continued wandering the world.

Eventually she cleaned up her act and appearance. That is to say, she tried not to act like a menace to society, stealing and fighting with random people for entertainment. But she was still a succubi in spirit, and a devout follower of Lilith to boot. Fortunately she found a community within the young, blooming college crowd. Humanity had suddenly started to innovate with marvelous technology and civilizations, where young mortal people congregated to educate and socialize. Mortals who still lusted for base desires, which Luxuria had no problems servicing. Luxuria became a fellow student and learned various subjects, but mainly used the opportunity to service the various Janes and Johns as a prostitute. It was a good gig, and unlike her time with the Daughters of Chaos, Luxuria actually made many friends while doing so.

Not only did Luxuria expand her social circle, but she also actually started to study and improve on her magics. The college she applied for had a magic course and with Luxuria's natural talent she did quite well for herself. While most mortals only spent four to six years at the college, Luxuria took advantage of her long lived lifestyle and spent thirty years learning from the college, improving her magic as well as familiarizing herself to the variety of new technology and trends coming into the world. She kept in contact with the men and women who moved on and made something of themselves, some who reached great heights and influence, others who were left to squander in the dust.

Whimsy guided Luxuria's next steps as she left the college town to the big city: Angel's Landing. She had heard of it from many her of past clients, a prosperous city where the future was. Luxuria had neither the time nor money until some stiff reforms cracked down on Luxuria's business and severely limited her ability to sustain both her lifestyle and life energy. With no more reason to stay Luxuria packed her backs and took the first ship to Angel's Landing, the home of the future. Here many races intermingled, and was far larger than any city Luxuria had seen before. Even if she had seen the city on television before, everything was much bigger in person. Luxuria was quickly able to find a home for herself at an aptly named Succubus Shop: a demon hostess club that catered for those with deviant taste, but didn't wish to suffer from legal ramifications. That is to say, utilizing a Succubi's ability to manipulate dreams, they would visit men and women who have contracted them to create fantasies beyond their wildest imagination, all for a stipend of life energy. No sex needed, and this way patrons were free to indulge in all their depraved, horrific fetishes without anyone bring harmed.

While having the company of her fellow Succubi was a pleasure, Luxuria wasn't just here for sex. She was here for adventure and fun. And to take advantage of her new contacts as well; Luxuria paid a visit to many of the now older men and women who she had serviced in the past, many whom were more than willing to do a favor for Luxuria for her services rendered. It was while Luxuria was visiting friends that she heard of just how bad Angel's Landing can be. Mercenary Organizations were everywhere due to the corporate warfare engaged by the various businesses, not to mention gangs so powerful the Daughters of Chaos would look like brats with slingshots compared to them. Not one to fall behind however, Luxuria quickly found herself in the company of an organization herself: The Tower of Stars.

Reason for recruitment: Whimsy. Seems like a fun thing to do with this part of her life.

Strength of Will: Greater

Magic:
As a descendant of Lilith, mother of all Succubi and Incubi, Luxuria is quite talented in magic that manipulates the mind, namely Illusions and Enchantment. That being said she has also dabbled in many other magics over her long existence, and makes use of all of them should she find some need for it. But Illusions and Enchantments is her primary spell focus.

Luxuria draws magic from various sources both channeled and wild, and primarily relies on her innate channeled magic due to the simplicity. However magic controlled from wild energy are far more powerful if taxing.

Succubi Magic - Luxuria channels magic through the blessing granted to her by Lilith, a powerful demon who grants her children power, should they give Lilith proper dues. Many of these spells are iconic of a Succubi, or at least useful for them.



While Luxuria is reasonably competent at the magics granted to her through her covenent with Lilith, she’s also skilled in utilizing Wild magic to use spells she doesn’t have access to otherwise. Here her Sidhe’s blood truly shines, as she is capable of a wide variety of spells to cover her in various situations.









God relations: Luxuria cares nothing for the gods and holds the demon Lilith in high regards. As the progenitor of all Succubi, Luxuria pays her service by offering her own Life Energy through a specialized ritual. These are typically the same nights when Luxuria can also replenish her Life Energy, to ensure that she is still in good health. If Luxuria does not do these rituals regularly (Or within reason), she’ll be immediately stripped of her demonic magic, leaving her only with the spells she has learned on her own.

That being said Lilith herself is a servant of the dark god Norforandus the Devourer, and through her constant worship through her descendants and others, Lilith not only able to channel much of the Devourer's great power, but also impart some of it to her own followers in the form of Succubi Magic. Luxuria herself isn't aware of this and still prays to Lilith directly, though this does make Luxuria a worshiper of Norforandus by proxy.

Tech:

Booty Warrior Suit - A fifteen meter mech that Luxuria had purchased through money she’s obtained over fifty-two years of investing and saving. While Luxuria has many magical and demonic abilities that gives her an edge over common riff raff, her physical abilities are less than your average compared to a brute demon or even more physically inclined mortal creature. To make up for this weakness Luxuria has purchased this mech to bolster her strength beyond what she could achieve on her own, which also serves a dual purpose of being her “Disguise” during her more vigilante moments. She intentionally has given the mech a misleading and ridiculous name in other to catch her enemies off guard.

Gaggle Glasses - This high tech pair of specs serves as Luxuria’s cellphone, computer, radar, and hacking device all at once. Not only can she do basic things such as make calls and search the web, her glasses are programmed with various radars and sensors to pick up the presence and activities of others, even such things as magical anomalies or even the presence of illusions. The most dangerous thing about these glasses is the Libra.exe. Connected to a vast database, the Libra.exe program can scan anything Luxuria is looking at and get all information the database has on the target, as well as detect other details such as the health, makeup, inventory, mood, and purpose of both object and people.

Possessions/items/property:
Luxuria lives at a demon hostess club in the city called the Succubus Shop, with most of her personal belongings there. Unknown to Luxuria, the owner of the club is one of Luxuria’s siblings, who lets Luxuria stay there due to orders from their parents.

Luxuria also owns multiple valuable but ultimately powerless artifacts worth a considerable amount of money due to their historic value, though unfortunately lack any other notable strength to make them practical otherwise. She holds onto these artifacts to pawn them off to buyers when she needs the money.

Lastly Luxuria has a demonic scythe as a weapon, though it's more ceremonial than anything else. She can use it as her magic focus and cut people with it, though she doesn't have any training to use it as a proper weapon.

Misc:

Luxuria's mech, the Booty Warrior, was something she brought with the vast amount of wealth she saved up through the various contacts she's made over the years. Prior to joining the Tower of Stars she commissioned the Mech to do battle against various murderers and thugs who would cause trouble around her home, or attack other prostitutes who Luxuria was friends with. She's earned the name "Booty Warrior" for her method of punishing the criminals who are not turned into a bloody stain: a vicious and often lethal spanking. Many should tremble when they hear the steps of that which may be the violently anal crusader of justice.

Luxuria also has some internet fame, having once starred as a character for an online series called "Hearts of the Arcane", a series about Magical Girls fighting against the forces of evil. Her role was that of the Magical Girl: Love Misery, a fallen Magical Girl who uses her powers to make people jealous towards others. She had quite a bit of a reputation when the showed aired as Luxuria was the only actor who had no compulsions against sexualizing herself in a series that was suppose to be PG-13. While she never did anything R-Rated, fan art of Luxuria still circulates in certain circles of the internet. Whenever Luxuria has/wants to interact with anyone online, she generally tries to use the alias "QT3.14".

Kuroyuki is Luxuria's alias whenever she needs to be "Normal", such as applying to college or going undercover. Although she's only suppose to be an alias Kuroyuki actually has many documents and legal papers supporting her existence, essentially allowing Luxuria to live a double-life. Called "Yuki" by her friends, she's supposedly a barrister at the Succubus Club, which is also what Luxuria does when she isn't working as one of said succubi.