Name: Xuan'Wu Shen
Aliases: Genbu, Dark Warrior, High Warrior
Titles: Star Knight General
Age: 32
Time of Death: 7200 Years ago
Place of Origin: Wudang (Now Bervenia)
Gender: Male


Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Day To Day Attire: His pursuit of perfection and a higher state calls for less. He only wears some old cloth pants and occasionally some armor.
Strengths: Endurance, Perfectionist, Lotus Heart
Weaknesses: Restlessness, Repentant

Determined * Caring * Heartless * Unhinged

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
Genbu can be hard to read at times. Mostly because his personality can change quite often. He has a dark side that he tries to keep squelched as he pursues his Tao, but that's not always the case. He tries to be caring, thoughtful, selfless and kind as much as possible, but occasionally times of carelessness and even hatred slip through.

No personality of his cares for stupidity though. His kind side may give people the benefit of the doubt and assume they just mistaken in that point, but other times he may completely write someone off for doing or more often saying something he finds stupid.

Tao requires a lot of thought to delve into and decipher the universe's messages and teachings. Genbu spends a lot of time meditating on the aspects of everything and their lessons. If he has experienced it, there's a good chance he's meditated on it. He makes a great advisor in a lot of situations. He tries to see things from all angles and at times he can almost end up arguing with himself as tries to find the true path.

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• Tao of Motion (Master): This Tao allows him to sense and understand movement. He understands how his own. Body moves and can bring out its peak performance. This also allows him to understand how other things and people can move. He can't predict people, but by knowing what they can do, he can form plans and make educated guesses as to their actions. He can make accurate predictions of how objects will move.
• Tao of Surrounding (Master): The Tao of surrounding allows him to understand what is around him. He can sense everything about five meters around him at all times. He can even sense their energies.
• Tao of Acceptance (Master): This Tao allows him to absorb energy from the things around him. It also allows him to manipulate the energies within objects. He can slowly pull things to himself, and he can slightly redirect already moving objects.
• Tao Understanding (Master): Even though he is a master of understanding, it does not mean he can perform everything at a master's level. In fact, a lot of things are barely equal to an apprentice. This Tao allows him to see and know how powers work. If the power is common, then he can practice and perform it as well. If the power requires something like a special magic affinity, then he cannot perform the ability, even if he fully understands it.
• Tao Burst (Initiate): The Tao Burst utilizes all of the Tao for a powerful ability. Surrounding is used to sense the energies. Acceptance is used to collect it. Motion is used to control it. Understanding is needed to be able to use all of Tao in sync. Currently he only uses this ability for energy shields and bursts, but as he grows he may find more uses for it. He has a lot more to practice if he is going to master this though.
• Generals Wan Gong and Wan Ma (Artifacts): The Generals are Genbu's spear and shield. The spear representing the snake and the shield representing the turtle. The Generals are physical manifestations of Genbu's haunted beginnings. A great negative aura that could drive any man mad from being near it, is controlled by the power of Genbu. They may look ragged, but underestimation is a dire strength of theirs. Their power lies more in the aura that gives strength to their physical qualities. They are incredibly sharp and even more durable. If allowed they will release an aura that can drive people mad.
• Lotus Heart (Blessing): Genbu was blessed with a powerful heart by Guanyin. The Lotus Heart is an eternal fountain of blood. What this means is that he will never die of blood loss. He can still be killed, but he is able to recover from a lot of injuries with time. The eternal blood also gives him amazing stamina.
• Gutless (Status): He literally no longer has a stomach or intestines. He purged himself of them into a river as a part of getting rid of his evils. They ran downstream and manifested themselves as his Generals. He now no longer needs to eat and only needs to drink a tenth of what he used to drink.

Backstory:
Genbu's story is certainly one of change. He shows that anyone can choose their own path. If anyone had a path of wretchedness forced upon them, it was Genbu. His father was a guard of the town during a time of war. He was also a heavy drunkard and regularly beat Genbu and his mother. Genbu took out his frustration on animals. He hated his father and wanted to kill him, but was so scared of the repercussions. One night his dad was more enraged than usual and wouldn't stop beating his mother. Eventually, after hours of crying, he snapped, and stopped his father with a knife in the back. Genbu was so shocked at everything. So many emotions boiled inside of him, but one boiled stronger than the rest, and that was happiness. He enjoyed killing his father and was happy now. It was like the worries were being lifted away. It felt so much better than killing an measly animal.

He tended to his mother, but she had been crippled and couldn't work anymore. Genbu did his best to support her, but he struggled to make enough money. He continued killing animals to stave off any stronger desires. Three men knew he couldn't support his mother and confronted her while he was away. She refused their proposal, but they forced themselves on her anyways. When he returned, he found them raping and beating her. He merely began to cry again. The men were going to leave when one of them threw some change at him. He snapped again. He caught two of them off guard with his dagger and after a long struggle finally killed the third. His mother didn't survive these beatings.

He had no one left. Hiding his dead beat dad was easy, but people would ask about these men. Genbu merely ran away. He traveled several cities away and lived as a street rat. Occasionally, some less savory men in the city would disappear and sometimes be found later. Typically in a garbage pile or buried somewhere. He ventured into other methods of pleasure, but nothing was as satisfying as this.

He did find one woman who satisfied him. He actually came to love her deeply. He took care of her and provided for her. Everything she cooked was absolutely amazing. She was the best cook in the city and he was proud to have her. Everything was going great for him. He was even going to have a child. He never did cease his vigilantism though. On the day she was giving birth, there were complications with the delivery. The whole time he couldn't think of anything, but his past. Everything that had happened to him and that he had done. It felt like karma was pounding down on him. Both his love and the child died in birth. His gut wrenched with an unimaginable pain. It felt like his desire to kill literally emanated from his stomach. He didn't want anything like this to happen to him again though. He didn't want to hurt anyone else. He didn't want anyone to hurt like this anymore. In all that pain he didn't feel himself tearing open his stomach. He saw what he had done and saw his insides with their black aura. He pulled them out and dropped them in a river.

Now surely he should have died, but the woman he came to love and care was Guanyin, a woman known as the goddess of mercy. She didn't actually die and saw his powerful repentance and granted him a blessing. She gave him a Lotus Heart and resealed his stomach. He awoke a few days later under her care. He felt like a new man. He practically was a new man. His urges paled in comparison to before. He felt healthier and more alive than he had ever felt before too. He knew his new life needed to be dedicated to helping others. He knew he would never make up for his past, but his future was now his to decide. He would take what Guanyin had given to him and make the most of this new life.

A few weeks after waking, rumors of two men causing chaos in a city down river spread to him. One of the men was massive, and couldn't be stopped. Whereas, the other man was quick and nimble, and no one could keep up with his speed. Genbu suspected these men were a result of his actions. He traveled down and confronted the men. His suspicion was true. His negative energy took form. After a long fight, where he tired the two men out, he finally defeated them. He couldn't completely destroy them, but he was able to control his negative energy and turn them into objects. The large man he turned into a shield and the quick man he turned into a spear. He can be seen talking to them and soon they became known as his Generals. He now lives with the burden of his vices, but they are his burden to bear. Anyone else that tries to control them goes into a murderous rage.

News of the Black Turtle and Snake had risen all the way to the Jade Emperor. He was very grateful to Genbu for stopping the heinous men and did grant him the title of High warrior. He wanted to live up to his Tao and thus began down his path. His first title was merged with the title the people began to give him of Dark warrior. The Dark High warrior traveled the lands helping people and thus spreading his legend. No job was to big or small for him. He helped with everything from simple farming chores to fighting of bandits and monsters. He sought growth for himself in the form of power, but found the greatest source of growth came from helping others. The universe had a lot to teach him and it has even more to teach him now.

Myth:
Genbu is commonly depicted as a large turtle with a snake for a tail. There is also a man named Xuanwu who is associated with this story. Xuanwu grew up evil, but one day while delivering a baby he made a life change. He purged himself of his evil by cutting out his stomach and intestines and releasing them into a river. His stomach and intestines manifested with the evil as two men that began to cause chaos in a city downriver. The pregnant woman turned out to be the goddess Guanyin. She blessed him with the Lotus Heart and he went on to stop the men and made them his Generals, his spear and shield. The Jade Emperor then gave him the title 'Dark Heavenly Highest Deity' and Xuanwu dedicated himself to Tao.

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Character Quote: "What does that matter?"
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Name: Auges Magnus
Aliases: "Immortal Saint"
Titles: Saint Auges the Great, Auges of Harena, Doctor Magnus
Age: 45, though looks young enough to be a young teenager.
Time of Death: Approximately 2,000 years ago.
Place of Origin: The Ancient Empire of Harena, Capitol City of Harena (Now modern day Zidel)
Gender: "Female....?"


Eyes: Red
Hair: Blond
Day To Day Attire:
Auges tends to wear what one might expect of a scholar and doctor. Armor isn't her forte, and neither is really front line fighting or athletics. Though, she is rather fond of fancy attire as expected of a scholar and noble elite. She is fond of wearing a simple, loose fitting long-sleeved shirt that falls to her waist. Red and white tight fitting boots come up to knees, and more often then not a cloak is draped over her body. Oddly enough, heat doesn't seem to bother her a whole lot. She carries a small dagger on her, though it was mostly used for harvesting plants and other scholarly pursuits, rather than combat. Has gotten her out of some sticky situations in the past, though.

A Ornate Ruby Pendant hangs from her neck. Her Magnum Opus - the Philosophers Stone.

She stands at roughly 4'6, and weighs a mere 98 lbs. By no means a physical powerhouse. If anything, she appears very childlike.

Strengths:
- Her Skills with Transmutation and Evocation. She is an extremely skilled Evoker and Transmuter
- Calm in most situations, from a life of having to use her head rather than brute force to solve problems.
- Knows anything, and everything about a number of Academic subjects. Even if the magic isn't her forte, she knows how it'd theoretically work.
Weaknesses:
- Is bothered by what happened between her and her Twin, can definitely cause some contention down the line. Alternatively, is fiercely protective of them.
- Can't do physical work to save her life
- Tends to be rather aloof about most things.

Calm * Intelligent * Clever * Aloof

Sexuality: Bisexual. Has a thing for great legs.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
Auges calm and composed on most occasions. She's a thinker, not an action taker. She is incredibly intelligent and puts it to great use when dealing with magic of all kinds. She likes to use this intelligence and cleverness to great effect when solving problems and dealing with threats...and occasionally messing with other people. She finds a bit of enjoyment in teasing others, often to great effect since she both doesn't know when to quit and is incredibly perceptive about what can irritate/annoy/tease a person the most about, though she hardly takes it too far.

That said, she does know that sometimes action will always prove useful over thinking. She learned that a harsh lesson when her Twin was killed. Perhaps if she hadn't overthought things...been more honest, and more open with her things wouldn't have ended how they did. She can be rather somber at times, and perhaps has a cynical outlook on life, always preparing for the worst and expecting it to happen. Mix that with being much to hard on herself should she fail something, perhaps this latent nihilism is what drove her to commit suicide that blazing summer day.

As for romance, she has never even considered the option. She spent more time with her twin and studies than anything.

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• Alchemy Master (Master): What most know Auges for, is for her Alchemy. Her magic with Transmutation and Evocation. Years of hard work and dedication saw to it that Auges became the foremost power in most magical areas in her time. She is most known for her skill in both Transmutation and Evocation magics. She was said to be able to do what all alchemists eventually aspired - turning lead into gold, and is even rumored to have tampered with creating artificial life via Homonculi. It is said she herself, could change her appearance at will and could even mimic the forms of legendary beasts. How true these rumors are though, have yet to be seen.
  
  She has some skill with Necromancy for healing, and was used in part to create the Philosophers stone but isn't entirely adept with it.
  
  She has minor skill in Abjuration, and using barriers for self defense should she have need of them.
• Medicine, Physiology and Poison: (Expert) Secondly, Auges is a practiced physician and doctor, and medicine maker. Even with the stone, she prefers using her hands for anything non-life threatening. The stone must be used sparingly after all, and while it can heal the blind and make the frail walk again it is no substitute for actual medicine. She can stitch people up, craft medicine vials and potions and otherwise make a variety of concoctions to keep people healthy.
  
  This however...also gives her a natural understanding of poisons and various toxins. While she doesn't like using her knowledge of this subject very often, her knife is usually coated in a fast-acting nerve agent. It can usually incapacitate people fairly quickly.
• Scholar: (Expert) Thirdly, Auges is a scholar. She is knowledgeable about a number of scholarly topics and pursuits. While things may have changed from her time, some things never will. She is incredibly intelligent and can speak, read, and write a number of different languages. Even those that are long dead. Language may change, but certain roots will remain the same. She can easily pick up new things, and has a knack for learning of all kinds.
• Fulmen (Spell - Evocation): Auges most basic spell. A bolt of lightning slams into the target. It's power is wholly determined upon the mana input in it. It's rather hard to control, but boy oh boy does getting hit with electricity hurt like hell. Can be very powerful if used with a lot of mana.
• Mulcent Aurae (Spell - Evocation): A simple spell that makes ones body as of wind, basically allowing them controlled levitation and flight. Allows one to travel extremely fast, without having to deal with terrain. Allows her to safely take out foes from a distance.
• Deglutitio Terra (Spell - Transmutation): A simple spell that turns the ground beneath a foe into a deep puddle of mud, leaving them trapped and slowed. The range of the spell depends upon the caster. More mana means deeper or larger. It can swallow entire people, should it have too. Extended use can be exhausting, however. The 'Mud' can be changed to other liquids, depending on how much mana is used. Acid, water, etc.
• Recrudescant ea Aquam (Spell - Transmutation): Essentially, this spell turns water or any similar liquid into a highly explosive substance. She keeps a number of empty vials of water on her, for easy access to quick thrown grenades that will explode violently upon impact. The effects of the liquid can vary, however, depending on needs. Liquid that burns, liquid that rapidly freezes something upon impact, etc. Just have to get a little creative.
• Corpus Clypeus (Spell - Transmutation): A simple spell that makes ones skin as hard as a suit of plate armor, making a person able to withstand much more brutal blows without the need for heavy armor - though it will never be an adequate substitute.
• Forma hiatibus Hydra (Spell - Transmutation, Master): Her second legendary feat that Auges is known for. When Harena was in trouble, surrounded by enemies and besieged they called upon the immortal saint for help, one last time. Using the stone to draw upon the massive reserves of Magic and her own skill with Transmutation, she turned herself into a fearsome, terrible beast and slaughtered the enemy forces.
  
  The beast itself is similar to a dragon in physiology, with many, many heads that can independently work from each other. Its scales are tough, and act as a natural armor. It can shoot jets of highly pressurized water from its fearsome maws, and is strong enough to crush most things with a single slam.
  
  Unfortunately the form is incredibly dangerous to use. It requires an immense amount of Mana and concentration to use, and changing back is a matter of even more effort. Only used in the most desperate of times. It has incredible regenerative ability, thanks to the amulet.
• Her Magnum Opus - the Philosophers Stone (Artifact):The ornate ruby pendant that hangs from her neck. Her Magnum Opus - the Philosophers Stone. Years of blood, sweat, tears, and betrayal went into making this self-proclaimed accursed stone. The legendary stone is her entire life, and the thing she absolutely loathes the most in her life. She would destroy the thing and get rid of it if she could, but that is seemingly not for her to decide. The stone itself was created after years and years of tireless research by her and her Twin, and their master Julius. The effects of the stone are widely rumored, but as of now there has never been concrete evidence about it.
  
  The most notable affect, is that the stone acts as a powerful battery and conduit for mana and magic. It has massive reserves of magical energy any mage is able to make use of and call upon to power and fuel their own spells. It is not infinite, however, so one must keep that in mind when using it. After being used, the amulet will charge itself by draining mana from the surrounding area. One however, can quicken this process by offering the blood of another.
  
  Now, this is where the legends start becoming a bit more known. The Amulet secrets a reddish liquid upon command - the Elixir of life. The thing that can grant one immortality. This liquid, if drank, can heal all manner of wounds. It can even bring those back from the brink of death. It however, can't grant immortality simply from drinking the liquid. It can slow aging and give one the peak human physical health as possible - but it can not completely make one immortal, though it can come extremely close to it via slower aging.
  
  The stone can be used alongside Transmutation to increase Transmutation's magical effects. Healing severed limbs, growing new ones knitting wounds closed at a moments notice.
  
  It is an invaluable, and the best healing tool one can get their hands on. The stone seems somehow connected to Auges, and seems to never be able to leave her. The magical energy in the stone causes one to simply slow aging from being near it, as its excess energy constantly seeps away from it and into those around it - simply enhancing those who are near and bringing them to the peak physical condition.

Backstory:
Auges' history begins on a calm night within the desert nation of Harena. By all means, her and her twin was born to what passed as an average family. Auges and Ante were inseparable from the start. Auges being the more level headed one, though adventurous one and Ante being the more rambunctious and emotional one. Auges often spend time reading and exploring around the city, with Ante right behind her.

It was when they were around eight, did they start being tutored by a man name Julius - an old friend of the families in magic. Auges already had a bit of a fascination with it by then and had already started to practice by herself by doing some self teaching. Ante however, was not to be outdone and quickly took to learning both magic as well as swordsmanship and physical pursuits. Auges quickly took to her studies, learning everything and anything she could learn about magic. She started spending more and more days in the temple, dedicating her life to learning absolutely everything she could about everything around her. She even made frequent trips to the neighboring country of Naasha.

It was when she was Ten, did her and her teacher, Julius, make the discovery of a lifetime. They did it. They made it. It was only a rough version and prototype, but by using transmutation, Necromancy, and a bit of luck they finally did it. They created what would later become the Philosophers stone. She didn't know it yet, but this little artifact would later become her lives work. For now though, they kept it under wraps and continued to refine it - not knowing the effects the raw, magical, energy seeping from the stone would half on them. Essentially, it slowed their aging to a point where they aged at a much slower rate than a human, while the raw mana enhanced their physical abilities, stamina, and other things to much greater levels than what would be normal.

Thankfully, the side effects paid off even if they didn't know it.

There was an eventual war with Naasha, when the twins were sixteen. An eventual outcome, since the two countries absolutely hated each other. The war was brutal, fierce, and Ante was out there fighting on the front lines while she was sitting cozy in the back attending to the patients via magical or mundane means, putting her knowledge of biology and medical practices into good use. Despite the war though, things were good. Julius and her kept the people healed and healthy, and Ante made sure the Naashan's didn't get to the city.

Unfortunately, after the war things...didn't go as planned. During the time after that though, Auges made great progress with the help of Ante on the stone during what hours they could find. Auges continued to refine her magical abilities, and Ante continued to be respected as a powerful soldier and warrior.

However, years after that though. Julius was murdered when they were around 18, on the way to Naashan. On a peace mission to help the beaten country to recover. It would later be used as an excuse to start a second war by Harena, to finally crush the country for good. Auges was crushed that day. She loved Julius like a second father almost. She would bury herself in her work, working tirelessly on the stone to make sure she never lost anyone again.

By the time the second war started in full swing when they were 22, she had refined the stone to such a state that it could actually be used on people, albeit with some difficulty. This, is where the myth of the Immortal Saint started. People talk. Especially about people who don't appear to have aged in a number of years. Her and Ante both are accredited with being the key two people to brutally beat Naashan in the second war. The war was however, quick dirty and brutal. It lasted for a number of years before they finally won.

Auges' troubles were only getting started, however, but they wouldn't come to light for a many few years after that.

By now, both her and her twin were considered to be saints blessed by the goddess. Many, many years passed in thankful peace, with Auges able to bury herself in her work with her twin. Things however, eventually fell apart like they always do. She didn't realize it herself, but as she got older she started for whatever reason, trusting Ante less and less. In fact, the more she worked to refine the stone the more she felt like she shouldn't tell Ante any of her research at all.

She knew it was silly, and she was being paranoid, but...she couldn't help it. For whatever reason, the thought of sharing her research with others was simply crippling.

When they were 42, things took a dark turn.

She finally finished it. The stone. She finished everything, and it was hers. But there was only a catch...it wasn't complete. There was just one thing that she needed to complete the stone - and it would only work for one of them. Despite the promise she made that she would make the both of them truly immortal - it couldn't happened.

She told Ante this, and her dear twin flew into an angry fury, believing that she intended to keep to for herself. She did what she had to, to defend herself. She buried them, alongside Julius in the graveyard. A few years passed and she took the now complete stone, healing those she could to make up for her guilt for slaughtering her twin, thinking she failed them and blaming both herself and the accursed stone.

Eventually, another ware broke out between Harena and Nashaan, and she had enough. In a fit of rage, she used the stone to wipe out the Nashaan's army by taking the form of a legendary beast from the area. After which, she simply left.

And wandered.

Eventually, depression and apathy got the best of her.

Stone in hand, she ended her own life near the far northern mountains as the summer sun scornfully watched her actions.

Myth:
The Myth of the Immortal Saint is known in any history book of Zidel, or any mage worth their salt. In the once prosperous ancient land of Harena, Auges was known for many things. A healer, a scholar, a doctor and a wisewoman. She was born to an average family, and tutored in magic at a young age alongside her Twin, the two of which were inseparable. While Ante focused on physical and magical pursuits, Auges focused primarily on scholarly studies and other such things.

What she is most known for, however, is the creation of the Philosophers stone. They said she created it after a divine vision from heaven, and often traveled around Harena healing the sick, poor, and everyone for free. She was lauded is an extremely powerful Saint, who was said to never age and be immortal. In times of war, she used the stone to heal people mid-battle, and with her help they were able to crush enemies and defend their homeland.

In one legend, in her later years she fended off an entire army by herself, using the blessing of the stone to turn into a fearsome beast and lay waste to those foolish enough to invade. After, of which, she quietly disappeared from public view. Some say she grew tired of the constant wars and fighting. Others say the goddess raised her to heaven. Some said that in Harena's hour of need, she would return and smite their foes.

...but it never happened, and Harena and the location of the stone was lost, as was Auges and her final resting place. No one knows how she died - many of the more fanciful mages still believe she lives to this day.

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Character Quote: "Knowledge. Humans always seek it, but they haven't the stomach for it. Self-proclaimed seekers of truth, always searching for what they shouldn't, using their eyes to study what they can...but they always blind themselves in the end...hah, what a fool I am."
Theme Song: Ah...how I wish I could just go back to those carefree days of ours...

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Name: Dravon Grey (sired name).
Aliases: The Bastard of Hecate, Black Wolf.
Titles: Planewalker, Black Wolf, The Vampire King.
Age: 300. (at time of death) which makes his biological age thirty. As of his resurrection, he still appears youthful.
Time of Death: 4,375 years ago.
Place of Origin: Illisk.
Gender: Male.


Eyes: Varies.
Hair: Short fade.
Day To Day Attire: Light leather armor.
black leather gloves.
Strengths: Willpower, physical capabilities, martial ability.
Weaknesses: Reckless, belligerent, short-sighted.

Combat Master Challenges Authority Selfless Spiteful

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single.
Personality: Through and through, he is a warrior. Before he died a millennia ago, those who knew him spoke primarily of his proficiency in battle and his martial prowess. Beneath his warrior's veneer, there is a touch of humanity. Many of his ilk--most vampires that is--have a disdain for human beings, Dravon does not. He cares deeply for them all, regardless of how some of them have treated him when he was a mortal himself. In the afterlife, his sentiments have not changed in the slightest. While he can sometimes be spiteful, he is also understanding and will listen to the plights and pleas of many, even those who have wronged him--before he drives his sword through their heart.

Those who endear themselves to him, or those to whom he wishes to endear himself to, Dravon will protect until he dies. There are no boundaries for his love for someone--there are also no boundaries for his hatred. If one makes themselves Dravon's enemy, he will hunt them to the ends of earth--and into Eternity if he must--until he has retained vengeance for the wrong done to him.

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• Skill (Master): Magical Regenerative Healing Factor: The primary ability of a vampire of his type (a human vampire), Dravon can heal from many injuries given enough time. Organs and serious injuries can take weeks or months to heal depending on the severity of the injury. Additionally, wounds inflicted by silver or wooden stakes will take a longer time to heal (an extra three or more weeks). Wounds from normal weapons (those that are not silver) can be healed within several seconds if minor, and two to five days or more if normal. The more he is injured and the harder his cells work, the faster his body heals over these injuries.
  
  Enchanted Vampiric Body Enhancements (Master): Aside from his naturally heightened speed, strength, reflexes, and durability as a dhampir, Dravon gains further enhancement from the curse placed on him by his father who was a vampire. It is his insane supernatural speed that is chief. Bullets, weapons, and knives of normal and magic kinds do him a varying degree of harm. Magic weapons harm him more than usual.
  
  Speed/Reactionary Abilities: As with any person who is enhanced with the abilities of a vampire, he gains supernatural speed. He can dodge several arrows (depending on the speed at which they are fired and the range from which they are fired), and at his peak has even caught a single arrow in his hand from a decent distance.
  
  Supernatural Combat Competence: His speed and quickness make him a viable hand-to-hand threat, and he uses his heightened agility, speed, and reflexes to blitz his opponent, or dodge chained attacks. It does not mean he cannot be beat, but that it is unlikely for him to be taken down by a single combatant unless they match his level of skill. He is proficient in several kinds of unarmed hand-to-hand combat.
  
  Night Vision (Skill, Expert): One of his few abilities that does not pertain to combat, he can see in normal and magical darkness with the same clarity. This makes him a fine tracker and hunter, as few things can escape his sight.
  
  Supernatural Vampiric Senses (Master Skill): As a Dhampir, Dravon possesses acute senses that have been heightened to levels on par with magic Familiars. He can: see three to four miles ahead of himself with equal clarity as he would something that is right in front of him. He can hear the smallest noise from a hundred or less feet away, sense heartbeats and the flow of blood, and feel the seismic tremors made when one moves.
  
  Weapons Master (Master): He is a skilled fighter. Indeed, fighting has been what he has done his entire life. As such, his proficiency with different types and kinds of weapons, including crossbows, arrows, daggers, and swords is vast. Unlike others, however, he does not have much knowledge as to how one operates magic weaponry, nor is he keen on the secrets of arcane magic and how to utilize it. He owns two swords whose blades are made of diamond steel--they are designed specifically for slaying creatures of the night, but they cannot harm spirits or creatures with no physical body. They have no other properties.
  
  The Silent Hunter: Dravon has honed his stealth abilities throughout his many years of existence. In physis and by arcana, Dravon can move about without being heard or seen. Not only can he mask his scent and the sound of his steps using certain enchantments, he can--if stationary--mask his presence to those with magic tracking abilities and those with supernatural senses. Even without enchantments, Dravon is a fine hunter, able to move in complete silence when necessary.
  
  Dhampir Traits : While being a Dhampir does not make him near strong as a full vampire, and while he does possess some of the weaknesses all his vampire kindred do, Dravon is less effected by these hindrances. He will not die during daylight, though he will feel weak and uncomfortable; his need for blood can be satiated by eating raw meat instead of true human flesh, he can survive weapons made of silver, and stakes to the body and still heal though it will cause him greater pain than any normal weapon. Holy weapons have a particular effect on him because they dim the potency of his natural physical abilities and cause him great pain, though not to the extent of a full vampire. As well, Dravon does not age with the same speed normal humans do. To calculate, every ten years a human ages is as one for Dravon.
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  Planewalker: In legend, Dravon is said to be one of the few Vampire Kings who have mastered the art of traversing surfaces--physical or magical--as though they were normal. He can move across any surface, regardless of height, slant, length. Changes in solidness or form of a surface do not effect his movement. He completes unnatural and seemingly impossible movements without much struggle. A rare ability developed over several hundred years. Trapping spells and any spells which cease movement can mitigate this ability.

Backstory: Sired by a vampire father and a human mother, Dravon lived--as one would expect--a recluse's life. As a child, he soon found that he could not play outside with his friends during daylight because it left him with painful rashes and sometimes burns. He also craved meats, and raw meats in particular. It was not until he was a teenager that he figured out what he was, and in a not so beneficial way. It happened at night, not in an alley--in the middle of the street, in front of the entire neighborhood. Before Dravon had come into his body, that is before he hit puberty, he was average height and stocky. It was not just this which made him the brunt of his colleagues ire, it was his disproportionate build--his abnormally long legs, thin neck, and wide head.

"Hey, dumbass!" The stereotypically condescending voice called out. Dravon turned.

There were no words after, the bully--a kid who wore bright Hawaiian shirts and cargo shorts and did a lot of weightlifting, made his move and threw the first punch. Instinct possessed Dravon, the fist came to a halt and rested against its will in the clasp of Dravon's palm. Both young men shared their confusion on their faces.

"What the hell!" sir Hawaiian shirt re-coiled.
"Got some balls, huh? What, they finally drop?!" His clan of fellow dropouts laughed alongside. Dravon still wore the look of disbelief. To capitalize, Hawaiian shirt tossed another jab, lazy in its execution, though pat for the normal.

The same result.

Something clicked in Dravon's mind. He wasn't normal. A crazed smile folded along his face, he bent back the kid's wrist until his would-be-bully dropped to both knees an writhed. Raised by his mother never to harm, he let his aggressor free amidst the bleak of the neighborhood. Wide-eyed and amazed, Hawaiian shirt and his comrades took off into the belly of the night, remarking,

"He's a freak!"
"Creep!"
"Aliens!"

Amused, Dravon went inside. His mother was in the kitchen prepping the dishes for dinner, though the required silverware for supper these days was for a party of two isntead of three. They hadn't needed silverware for three for quite some time. Dravon, not one to mince words, delivered his question bland,

"Ma, what am I for real?" The day came, and his mother knew. Her purple eyes glanced upon her son, and her eyes themselves nearly gave away the secret she had been hiding for fifteen years.

"Sit down, son, let me tell you something."

No true answers were given that day. It was not until Dravon got out on his own and began to discover for himself what he was that he began to create his legend as a hunter of all things tied to the most sinister and forgotten corners of Illiska. He enlisted in the army of the Barbarian king who presided over the land at the time, and fought in his army. Soon, Dravon became what was akin to a 'consul' and advised the Barbarian Kings on hunts, raids, and pillages in the North. His legend grew with each passing century, though he himself never ascended to assume control of the Kings' tribes. He served under some twenty or thirty Barbarian Kings of varying ages and kinds before his life ended.

On the battlefield, Dravon was the Barbarian Kings' finest warrior, using his unnatural speed and strength to lead blitzkrieg offenses against suspecting and unsuspecting armies and tribal bands alike. The more Dravon achieved, the more fame he garnered--and the more jealous the Kings became. It was the Barbarian Kings' jealousy that spelled Dravon's doom. Once, underneath the guise of a peace negotiation, Dravon was sent with an envoy of five other men to speak to the growing tribe's leader. He realized too late what his 'mission' truly was.

A thwip as arrows cut through the sky, and then the cold gloom. Dravon was--apparently--silenced for all eternity. But then he woke up.

Myth: A leader and warrior capable of slaying entire armies without drawing a single blade. His ability on the battlefield was unrivaled by his peers. Some say they have seen someone who resembles Dravon Grey from so many centuries ago, but none can confirm such sightings. These sightings happen every one hundred years or so, but all those who report said sightings mysteriously vanish, never to pass the tale on. The legend of Dravon Grey, as a result, is a dying one--to all those who are mortal, at least.

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Name: Al'nefak
Aliases: She made no effort to have an alias.
Titles: The Scourge, Al'nefak the Mad
Age: 33
Time of Death: 432 years ago from present day.
Place of Origin: Zidel
Gender: Female


Eyes: Grey
Hair: Black
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Strengths: Magitech and surgery, Cunning, Necromancy and transmutation
Weaknesses: Callous, selfish

Sociopathic * Inquisitive * Headstrong * Social

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: On the surface, Al'nehak is friendly and enjoys socializing with others. However, she lacks the empathy and it is rare for her to form long lasting bonds with other people. She will readily take advantage of others to further her own goals. In spite of her sociopath tendencies, Al'nehak finds kinship with those who are shunned by society as she was ostracized by society because of her dealings in necromancy. That is the exception to the norm as Al'nehak does not care what others think of her. She is primarily concerned with herself first and will generally only lend aid when it will benefit her.

Her inquiring nature comes from her parents; both were mage-scholars of Zidel that stressed the importance of education and would often take her along in their travels all around Zidel. This inquiring nature, this desire to learn, turned into an obsession for the worst. For the most undesirable magic of all-necromancy-grabbed her attention the most. In her pursuit of this art, she had become something less...human.

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• Necromancy (Master): Inheriting both of her parent's magical skills, magic comes intuitively for Al'nehak. Though she was taught a generalist course in her youth, circumstances lead to her seeking necromancy out instead and mastering it.
• Transmutation (Expert) To further enhance her creations, Al'nehak delved into transmutation as the ability to transform her creation's properties, and even herself, lead to a myriad of possibilities.
• Surgical Skills (applicable to humans and humanoid, mileage will vary on anything else) (Master): To understand the inner workings of the human body will allow one to appreciate its strengths and weaknesses. After an "apprenticeship" with a renown surgeon over a period of 5 years, Al'nefak has put those skills to good use, creating much sturdier and stronger constructs including herself!. She is technically a certified surgeon.
• Magitech inventor (Expert-Master): Many of the devices Al'nehak uses are made by her and experimental which can be potentially deadly if something goes awry. Tools of trade from both necromancy and magitech are utilized in the surgery she performs on her creations (no exhaustive list as they will change).
• Strange Amulet (Artifact):: Amplifies negative feelings around her in a 50m radius. This amulet passively feeds on negative emotions which is then converted into magical energy. Can be turned off at will.
• Numbed: Her pain receptors have numbed considerably. Wounds that would normally cripple a person or leave them screaming in agonizing pain will barely register for Al'nehak. The potency of poison and toxins not along take significantly longer to occur, it is also weaker in its effects.
• Xa'nuro, Dagger of the Deep (Artifact): This dagger was once held by a king from the obscure and ruined Kingdom of Nazereth. The dagger's true origin is unknown. It is a sentient blade that can consume the latent power of any organic being, be it living or dead (killing the living in almost all cases). The consumed's powers is transferred temporarily to the owner but only by stabbing themselves do they obtain all of it. Thus, if the dagger no longer sees the wielder as its owner for any reason, there is a very dangerous risk that the dagger will consume the wielder instead. Any wielder that is not the owner risks significant backlash from the dagger. A special sheath limits the presence from the dagger from surfacing.
• Cooking (Expert): Cooking genuinely gives her joy as it reminds her of much better times.

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Al'nehak was born to 2 influential mage scholars in the Southern Kingdoms. As a young girl, she showed an affinity for magic just like her parents. They were thrilled to see that their child could also grow up to be wondrous mages like them so they instilled within her a studious work ethic and nurtured her curiosity for knowledge, be it through education or take her sightseeing in other places.

Enrolled in a prestigious school, Al'nehak was proficient in magic but showed a knack for inventing magical devices. In the beginning, they were fairly mundane and simple creations but by the age of 12, she created a miniature arcane golem on her own, a noteworthy feat for someone so young. Yet, despite her successes, there was one school of magic that was gnawing at the back of her mind.

Necromancy. It was a restricted field, available to only those who were deemed trustworthy by the Council. No matter how well she performed in her studies nor how eloquently she stated her case to learn it, she was rejected. It was far to dangerous to give a 15 year old access to such dark arts, no matter how mature she appeared, especially given her potential already. Dejected, she accepted the Council's decision and promised to never pursue the matter again until she was called upon once more.

In the backdrop of this, conflict was heating up between Zidel and Vraweth again. Small skirmishes would periodically erupt and the ever looming threat of an all out war seemed inevitable. For Al'nehak, could it be possible to minimize the loss of life through necromancy? They were a magician's nation after all. It would be dumb to not embrace ALL schools of magic.

After graduating at the age of 16, rather than pursuing higher education, Al'nehak decided to travel around the world for a year or two in a journey of self discovery. Reassuring her parents that it was just a simple trip, with her parent's blessings, she took off and headed for Bervenia Trade City. Six months into her journey, correspondence with her family ceased completely as if she vanished without a trace.

In truth, Al'nehak became consumed with the dark art. Her inquisitive nature turned to obsession. More and more she found the atmosphere in Zidel to be suffocating and restrictive. In her travels, all the books and people she spoke to regarding necromancy was the same. Always she saw worried and disgusted looks. Always they gave the same reasons to shun it, "it is a corrupting magic", "to profane the dead is sacrilege to the gods". Such magic could prove immensely beneficial if it was just wholeheartedly embraced. To understand the unknown would give even more reasons to not be afraid of it.

Magic does not corrupt. It is not evil nor good. It is the user who determines the nature of their magic. That is what her parents have taught her. But since it was so restricted in all the kingdoms or even banned, how would it be possible to teach herself it, let alone find a mentor to guide her?

It finally hit her. The Eastern Kingdoms. A kingdom slowly falling into disarray for whatever reason. A dangerous place to be nowadays but perhaps the chaos and strife that had taken over the region would allow her to sneak out some restricted materials from a magical library. Such a place would attract all sorts of people looking to take advantage of the situation, perhaps even a necromancer! She knew that such a plan was foolish and far-fetched but nonetheless resolved to see it carried out.

When she stepped into the Eastern Kingdom's all was fine at first. But as she made her way deeper into the interior of the land, something felt off. Though she did not understand what it was, she would occasionally sense a...darkening that hung over the interior of the land. It was incomprehensible, subtle, and sinister. The people she met as she approached the capital were forlorn and brooding and almost alienlike in their treatment of outsiders. It frightened her for the first time in many, many years, enough to make her reconsider her decision and return home instead.

She pushed away her indecision and pressed on towards the capital. In what could only be described as an encounter of chance, she came across a raided caravan. From her texts, she recognized the banner was that of the Eastern Empire's mage corps. It appeared to be swiped clean of everything but underneath the rubble and dead bodies she found a strange dagger still inside a broken lockbox.

She took up the dagger and unsheathed it as if compelled to. The dagger was unlike any she had seen. Strange runes covered the blade and fuller appeared to be made from a scale of...something. She stared at it absentmindedly wondering if she had just wasted her time when the dagger suddenly came alive, organic and writhing, writhing! And then it spoke.

"Ah are you my new master?" spoke the dagger

"Wha-what?" Al'nehak stammered.

"A simple question. I ask you again, are you my new master?" the dagger repeated.

"No, I mean I don't think so? Am I hearing things?" Al'nehak questioned herself.

"Your trepidation is not unwarranted. After all, this is quite a strange development by your standards. But I am real, very real. You have a lot of questions, all can be answered in due time. What's important is this. You have great potential. I know things and that which you seek. What do you say?"

"You're sentient...I don't trust you-" Al'nehak began before getting cut off by the dagger.

"Then perhaps as a bridge to build that trust, I shall you the location of that which you seek. Some very enterprising individuals made off with a very, very important spellbook among other things. If you move now, you can catch them."

"Alright I will humor you, if this is a fool's errand I'm tossing you off a cliff."

"Oh ho ho, do not worry Al'nehak I keep my word. You may call me Xa'nuro, your most humble servant. I look forward to improving our relationship."

From that fateful encounter, Al'nehak gained immense knowledge. For the next 8 years she secluded herself somewhere in the Eastern Kingdoms and devoted herself to necromancy with the books she acquired thanks in part to Xa'nuro. Alongside her studies, she also robbed graves to dissect them to understand more about the human anatomy to better repurpose her creations. When she desired to refine her surgical technique, she mind controlled a surgeon to tutor her for even more precise techniques, eventually letting the surgeon go when she felt she could learn no more. Combining her love for inventing magitech, her newfound skills as a surgeon, and her ability to raise the dead, Al'nehak created some truly wonderful abominations.

As her magic over the dead grew, she was able to send familiars over long distances to gather news, especially news concerning her family and the geopolitical climate at home. When she was 19, war erupted once again between Zidel and Vraweth. Though she had wanted to return to her family's side, dark thoughts convinced her to stay and complete her education...

At the age of 26, 10 years after she had left home with the war raging on for 7 years, she returned to her homeland, eager to show what she had learned, new forms of magic completely new even to the Council of Twelve and to defend her home! Death and devastation was became more frequent as she made her way back to the Southern Kingdoms and with it, new servants raised. Unsubstantiated rumors regarding a smaller but amassing army of the dead reached both sides but few believed it as there wasn't a necromancer in recent memory who could raise an army.

In what is known as the the Battle of Pila, Al'nehak proved pivotal for Zidel. The Vraweth were slowly pushing inland and Pila was a major port city that was vital to the war effort for Videl. Losing this port city would cut off supplies for the Videlens. Outnumbered 3 to 1 and surrounded at all sides with just the sea behind them, it appeared to be a losing battle for Videl. Even worse, two very capable Knight Commanders, Zerau and Wila, were leading the siege.

But fate is whimsical. Upon hearing about the besieged port city, Al'nehak gathered her army of the dead and attacked the Vraweth army from the rear. Empowered by Xu'nuro she unleashed her pus infested and diseased horde, whilst casting all manners of infernal and damning spells. Taken completely by surprise, the morale of the Vrawethen troops shattered when they suddenly turned around to see abominations clawing and eating through their friends. Despite being a disciplined army encountering the dead horde awakening a primal fear in all men. Now the Vraweth army was surrounded; arrows in the front shot by defenders of Pila and the ravenous horde in the back. Despite his best efforts to rally his troops against this sudden and unknown threat, Knight Commander Zerau was isoloated and surrounded, meeting a grisly end. A retreat was sounded by Wila who was infected and barely escaped with her life. As the sound of battle quieted, Al'nehak made her way towards Zerau and plunged the dagger into his heart, an obscene and terrible act witnessed by a retreating Wila.

[In the aftermath of this battle, Wila reported to her superiors and fellow knight commanders what had transpired before succumbing to her infection. Alarmed by the appearance of such a powerful necromancer and accusing the Zidelens of conspiring in the dark arts (after all, it was a Zidelen who brought the dead upon them), a holy crusade was called and almost the entire garrison was sent to put her and the Zidelens down. The Zidelens in turn, vehemently refused that they had a necromancer in their ranks calling it the work of a rogue mage and they also called for her to be killed on sight]

Presently, the port city defenders were horrified that an army of dead had just massacred a powerful host of Vrawethen soldiers and were even more frightened that they were next. Fear seized every man, women and child as the necromancer approached the gate.

"May I speak with your leader?" she called out in firm and resolute voice.

There was silence and Al'nehak waited patiently. Finally, a familiar appeared above the castle walls and slowly made its way towards Al'nehak.

"Father, I didn't expect you. How good to see you again."

"Al'nehak? You are the one who controls these...things?"

Al'nehak's eyes lit up "Yes father! These creations are all mine! You've told me before, do you remember? Magic is not good nor evil. It is the user of magic that determines its nature. What do you think of them? Aren't they amazing? The Vrawethens never had a ch-"

"Oh! Gods, what we have done to deserve this? Oh what has happened to you? We've feared the worst when we lost contact with you, we thought you were dead! But to see you like this, these past 10 years I cannot begin to imagine the terrible damage you have inflicted on your soul! This-this betrayal of our trust, of our hopes, you are my daughter no longer! Leave my sight! The Council of Twelve will decide your fate. I cannot say it, my heart cannot bear it..."

"...Father...I just wanted..."

In that moment, it was eternity. No one appreciated her work and sacrifices. She had showed them the great potential that was necromancy but they reject her. The whole world rejected her. Yet she loved her country and she loved her family even more. Thus she resolved end the war in her own way.

The war would continue for another two years with all three sides fighting against each other. Though Al'nehak initially exclusively attacked only the Vraweth, her love for her country and family eventually became perverse and twisted. If they did not accept her in living, then they will accept her in death. All of them, Vrawethen or Videlen would be welcomed to her family with open rotting arms. For both armies, combating the dead after so long required was complete change in warfare.

Eventually, an emergency meeting was set up between the two leaders of Vraweth and Zidel. They agreed to a tenuous ceasefire and to focus all of their efforts on killing Al'nehak. At the zenith of the war, Al'nehak was cornered on aboard her boat as she tried to flee. It is said the Queen of Vraweth herself dealt the final blow at the now Profaned City of Pila. Her body fell into the sea and it was never found. The location of the dagger that she clung so dearly to in the last moments of her life was also lost.

[Her last words according to those who were present for her final moments were reportedly "Why have you abandoned me? Why have you abandoned me? Come back! COME BACK! WHY HAS EVERYONE LEFT ME?!"]

Completely exhausted by the war, both sides agreed to a peace treaty. More stringent measures were put up to restrict necromancy. As to how Al'nehak became so powerful, historians and her family have tripled their effors to retrace her steps but the lead ends somewhere in the Eastern Empire.

Al'nehak had actually survived her wounds due in part by her altered body. The dagger was gone and she ended up washing up somewhere desolate and unknown to her. Broken by her experiences and finally realizing the horrors she had committed, she spent the rest of her days living alone in peace before the guilt and loneliness was too much on her and took her own life at the age of 33.

Myth: What's the myth surrounding their life? You can go crazy about rumors and legends here, since it's just the story revolving around their previous life.

Al'nehak is a distant memory but her presence can still be felt today. Within the deserts of Zidel, signs of her corruption can be seen. Most prominent is the area the once Pila. It experienced the worst when Al'nehak chose it to be her base of operations and turning all of its denizens the dead. To this day the land is still healing.
Her story is a mandatory one in Zidel textbooks to teach aspiring mages to humble themselves lest they destroy themselves and all they love in their pursuit of knowledge and power. As for the Vraweth, she is reviled for the deaths of 4 knight commanders and many many soldiers in addition to her heinous usage of plagued rice to infect the other rims of their populace (this was eventually done to her own people near the end of the war). Meanwhile, the Queen of her time has been elevated to something of a sainthood. Within the inner circles of both nations, efforts have been made to find the dagger she had once wielded to no avail.

Many necromatic magitechs were destroyed over the years but a number still survive. These contraptions have fueled a renewed interest in necromancy underground and small cults have risen in her name. Many efforts have been put in to stomp out these cults but they keep springing up elsewhere. Indeed, there are stories, wild and outrageous tales of a series of books and artifacts stashed away somewhere in the now desolate Eastern Kingdom. Many have tried to locate this fabled trove of knowledge. All of them failed to return.

The Lilliefore family name disappeared shortly after the war. If there are still descendants, their family name must have changed to ensure their own safety.

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Name: Ante [An-té] Magnus
Aliases: Elegant Bladedancer of the Sand (self-proclaimed), “Slashing Demon”, “Misleading Girl”
Titles: Bladedancer of Harena, Coliseum Champion, Head Festival Dancer
Age: 42, Appears as a young girl about 14.
Time of Death:Approximately 2000 years ago
Place of Origin: Place of Origin: The Ancient Empire of Harena, Capitol City of Harena (Near Modern Zidel)
Gender: Female?


Eyes: Red
Hair: Red
Day To Day Attire: Typically, Ante wears what is pictured above with varying cute outfits to suit taste. When there are sandstorms, the Bladedancer also has a hooded robe to help keep the sand out. During dance performances, Ante also wears a loose fitting garb that tends to catch in the wind a flow with the dance, making it seem busier than it is, yet more exciting.

Much like Auges, Ante stands at 4’6” and 126 pounds and appearing as a young child around 14.

Strengths:

Charismatic - Ante is great at making friends and talking to other people. Ante also can convince people with that natural cuteness.

Enhanced Physical Abilities - Ante’s Greatest Assets are the enhanced abilities that was received from the overflow from the Philosopher’s Stone.

Heightened Perception and Reflexes - Perhaps another side-effect from the influence of the unfinished Philosopher’s Stone, Ante’s body acts quicker and can register stimuli rapidly.

Weaknesses:

Impetuous: Ante tends to act before thinking and will tend to help people before considering anything else.

Lowered Magical Reserve: Due to the corruption of the Philosopher’s Stone, Ante has a lower magical reserve than before making it more difficult to cast multiple times.

Friendly * Joking * Dull * Impulsive

Sexuality: Self-proclaimed “Cute-sexual”, realistically though, Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:Ante is a fairly social and friendly person who socially drinks (albeit a bit much.) At the same time, Ante greatly enjoys making a fool of others and playing jokes on them. Things change in combat however. In battle, Ante is lot more forceful albeit not always serious looking. Some have seen the Bladedancer playing with targets before cutting them down ruthlessly however painlessly. However, after the battle, Ante bathes in the laudation from fellow soldiers.

With Auges however, Ante is one of the sweetest kids you’ve ever seen to the point of have having a sibling complex to the point of just about doing anything for Auges, for Auges is the thinker of the two.

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• Elegant Bladedance (Master): Ante fights in an elegant dance, lightly stepping around in a sort of Danse Macabre. Truthfully, it is an actual improvised dance with a blade that uses precise movements and powerful cuts that flow from one strike to another.
• Arcane Magic (Expert): As far as magic goes, Ante was an Expert in Evocation before dying. It was always fun to throw explosive balls of fire at will. At the same time, as for learning from the Sage Julius, both the twins are skilled with Transmutation abilities with Ante’s skill much worse than Auges’ sitting at Expert level as well.
• Philosopher’s Stone’s Influence [Effective Artefact Influence]: Due to close proximity to the imperfect form of the Philosopher’s Stone, Ante was affected in a way unlike Auges. Due to the physical training that the Bladedancer went through, the stone heightened the effectiveness of the training and made Ante more powerful than someone of their age should be. As an alternate side-effect, it artificially allowed for more powerful spells to be cast, albeit at a reduction of amount of casts overall.
• Dance of Fate (Master): Over many years of dancing and the magical research on the Philosopher's Stone, Ante's dancing actually has a morale raising effect. Likewise, it can also have a morale decreasing affect. Typically, it has to do how one sees the dancer.
• Spell: Os Quod Ferro [Transmutation] A spell that increases the strength of human bones, to help reinforce the load Ante can pull.
• Spell: Magnus Igne Ardens [Evocation] This is a giant fireball that causes a giant conflagration in a large area. It takes much magical power to use, and it has limited usability for Ante. However, for the troops, this is the Bladedancer’s Signature spell.
• Infinitus Gladius (Artefact): The Infinitus Gladius is an ancient weapon said to be held by the First Line of Kings of Harena, made by an even older civilization. Many suspected the Emperor mad for giving this weapon out as the prize for the grand opening of the Coliseum, but he was merely excited to see such a young participant win against people three times older.
  
  “Gladius” is in fact, a misnomer. Rather than a sword, it is a weapon that can become any weapon that the user imagines. A sword, Axe, Whip. . . It’s normal form is that of a ring. It is also said to have Magical Energy flow through it that is greater than any normal weapon.

Backstory: Alongside Auges, Ante was born in the Capitol City of Harena in the Harenan Empire to a middle-class family. Of the two, Ante was the excitable one filled with unbridled friendliness and Auges was the knowledgeable one and with that, the two would explore the city.

One day while out on an expedition, the two came across a dancing studio, known for producing dancers for the many festivals that were held in town. Ante took note of the location and came back alone later. Telling them that they were interesting, Ante asked if it would be possible to take in a student. With a laugh, the Matron said that if the child could keep up with them well enough, she’d consider it.

Suffice to say, Ante passed.

Years later, when the twins were eight, a man came to their house. A man the two had seen before. A scholar by the name Julius. A friend of their parents. Apparently, he come on request of their parents to teach Auges magic. Not wanting to be seperated from the beloved sibling, Ante joined the two, however, Ante could not keep up with Auges in the department of magic. There was a clear difference of skill and not one that seemed likely to overcome.

Ante then took to the dancing studio, to practice with the troupe. There, Ante learned that there was a huge building going up, a so-called Coliseum. It was supposedly a large arena that allowed for hand to hand combat, boat warfare, chariot races and many other things. The Matron then mentioned that there was going to be a Grand Festival Tournament that the strongest warriors from the Empire would compete in. Thenit was decided, to make Auges give praise, Ante needed to be the victor at this Tournament. A childish dream, as children do.

The foolish child walked into the barracks and asked them help train. . . Before being kicked out for looks alone. “We don’t take girls to train.” The soldier said. Irritated for multiple reasons now, the child went back to the Matron for advice. Expecting such an outcome, the Matron introduce Ante to and instructor of a specific school of fighting that was considered all but defunct. Bladedancing. A combination of dancing and swordsmanship. It was a bit of something one should be skeptical of, but after witnessing it first hand, Ante was impressed.

Two years passed and the twins turned ten. Apparently, Auges and Julius made a grand discovery. Ante was unsure of what exactly it was, but congratulated them nonetheless. It was a rock, by all accounts. But it was to be a secret as well, still, just being around it made Ante feel stronger.

Still, the child could tell it was quite something just by being around it. Regardless, Ante continued training with the Bladedancer. The Instructor noticed that her pupil was progressing exceedingly fast within a couple of months and was impressed.

Years passed and, after proceeding quickly through training, the Coliseum finally opened. Using the skills of Bladedancing, Ante quickly pushed through to the finals over the course of a week, finally defeating the other finalist. Having impressed the Emperor, he gave the child an ancient weapon, “Infinitus Gladius.” A weapon that could turn into any weapon that it’s master could imagine.

In addition, Ante was granted a position as an Officer within the Military that was however decline. Ante’s number one priority of course was Auges. However, the Emperor at least asked if the youth would be a Beacon if conflict were to arise, as it seemed Naasha would attack any time now. Agreeing, Ante took the weapon and turned it into a ring to wear at all times.

It took a year or two but when they twins were 16 the First Naasha War occured. Ante took part in the frontlines as a guest commander and Beacon of Hope. Between the bladedancing and eventually pushing the Naashan forces back to their Capitol where they surrendered, the morale of Harena’s forces were incredibly high by the end of the war.

That said, the Council of Harena decided on harsh repayments from Naasha which heightened whatever tension there was during the time. Meanwhile, the soldiers returned home and were lauded as Heroes.

Ante joined the dancing troupe in celebrating the end of the war and was honorarily granted the title of Head of Ceremonies alongside the Emperor. However, the fun and games could not last forever.

During the journey of a peace mission to help the now impoverished Naasha, the twin’s teacher, Julius, was murdered. While realistically it was like sand marauders or bandits, many in Harena blamed Naasha and used it to fuel another war with the rival state. This was around the time the twins were 18. With the loss of Julius, Ante assisted Auges in whatever was needed to help work on the pet project they called, “The Philosopher’s Stone.” Unbeknowst to at least Ante, this was the object that slowed the aging process eternally.

Years later, tension between the nations rose again and when the twins were 22 war broke out between Harena and Naasha again. Naasha had this time, enlisted aid from an allied state that Harena had never interacted with before, but they brought massive beasts that could trample a normal man with little effort. The military equiped giant spears to counter these monstrosities and pushed back the Naasha again, sacking the city. It took a couple of years, but the brutal bloody war was complete.

After the war, Ante went out and assisted the Empire with various services from participating in the Coliseum and hosting tournaments to various other civil services. Meanwhile, those deeds were used to further the progression of the Philosopher’s Stone in terms of raw materials and food for the twins.

Soon, Ante found that both of the them were considered some sort of chosen by the gods. Auges was even called Saint for whatever healing power was used during and after the war. Still, Ante was happy just being around Auges. After many years, Ante became more and more irritable, unknown to the twins, the influence of the imperfect Stone affected their psyche in unexpected ways. Auges seemed to become more and more reclusive as time went on and this bothered Ante for the deep sibling love the two shared.

At the age of 42, however, things took a complete turn for the worst. Auges revealed that the stone needed one more thing to be completed, but even then only one of them could use it. Ante, irritable as it were, flew into a rage, claiming that Auges knew all along and planned to use it. Things escalated and Auges slew Ante then and there. During the scuffle, the Stone hand ended up on the ground next to Ante’s body. The Bladedancer’s last words were, “I love you, A...” and as Ante's blood seeped into the Stone... It was perfected.

Myth: Ante was attributed as an eternally young girl with perpetual youth alongside her sister Auges. She was a fearsome Bladedancer that sliced her foes up in a flurry. After winning the opening competition at the Coliseum at a young age, Ante was given a wonderful prize by the current emperor. The prize was an old artefact of the Empire called “Infinitus Gladius,” a weapon that could turn into any weapon as well as an officer position in the military after officer training. While the empire was not known for allowing women in the army, Ante was an exception. Ante declined the position within the military, albeit agreed to help in future wars.

Years later, the greatest rival to Harena, Naasha, attacked. The fighting was long, but Harena won and imposed harsh stipulations after many peace talks leaving high tensions between the nations. Ante was a well known figure in the conflict on the Harenan side and boosted morale.

After the war, Ante was lauded as a hero along all the other soldiers. She became the master of ceremony in Harena and participated in the Second Naashan War being a a Beacon of Hope. After this point, there were many mixed tales. Some say that the Bladedancer stayed forever young and live to this day and others say that she faded into obscurity only to be assumed dead, overshadowed by her sister’s accomplishments in the Third Naashan War. But most sources agree that Ante was instrumental in the successes of the First war and a Key Figure in the Second.

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• Name:(⚜ Unfriendly)Auges Magnus Auges, Ante’s twin. Ante’s death, while not undeserved, severed the twin’s hearts from each other.
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Character Quote: “I love you, Auges.”

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Anything Else: Really enjoys drinking.