Name: This is not the name of your Sin. This is your character's name. I would like for all Sins to have a first and a last name to show that you thought this profile through.
Age: The Seven Sins are practically immortal but if your Sin "appears" to be a certain age, then go ahead and write what they "appear to be."
Sin: Lust, Greed, Pride, Envy, Wrath, and Sloth (You probably notice Gluttony is missing. Yep, taken by the GM)
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Written Appearance: You can go into full detail about your character's appearance from hair color, highlights, eye variations, scars, tattoos, etc. This is not the section where you describe their brand. That's below.
Brand Appearance: What does their brand look like. Describe in detail and also mention where it is positioned.

Personality: You do not have to be overly detailed with this. Just a summary. I'm sure your character's personality will blossom in game.

Background: This is what the Sins can't remember. Do not worry about this section. We will fill this out later once we know who is accepted in the game. Because then we can collaborate on some plot related information. So yes, you can leave this section blank.

Current Story: What has happened to them since? Where are they now?

Weapon: Only if your Sin uses a weapon. The weapon that they do use will be an Arc. How did they get it? You can make up the story. Maybe it was a special memento? Maybe they looted it off a defeated opponent?

Ability: Notice that this isn't plural. One ability.

Name: Princess Evelyn "Eve" Caroline
Age: 20
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Gray
Gender: Female

Written Appearance: As a princess, Evelyn always wore dresses. Gowns, corsets, and more gowns. She was never allowed to show any skin below her shoulders. Such a life was normal for her and she didn't think much of it. It wasn't until she was chased from her kingdom that she found herself having to wear other garments. She had to dress herself in whatever she could find, giving up her puffy and decorative dress. She travels in the clothes of a pauper. Itchy sack cloth shirt and pants and deer skin shoes. Her milk-white skin is smudged in dirt and her once wavy and shiny brown hair is tied behind her back with an old shoe lace. She still holds onto her family's signet ring, wearing it on a leather thread about her neck so that it's hidden beneath her shirt. There was a reason why the Carolines hid their daughter behind layers of clothes. She is beautiful and had many suitors wishing to take her hand...not anymore.

Personality: It is Eve's first time outside the castle and she is very naive to being swindled by the clever tricksters of the streets. She speaks very formally, which is usually a sign of a noble upbringing. She is respectful and timid of the strangers who were either formally her subjects or from another kingdom entirely. Eve knows how delicate she is, but she is determined to save her parents from the Church of the White. She doesn't know if she will even succeed in finding the Seven Sins. She doesn't even know if she will survive the journey. All Eve knows is that she has to try!

Background: Princess Evelyn Caroline is the daughter of King Patreus and Queen Melody. She is their only child and has been safely guarded from the world until now. Everything began when a Great Holy Knight by the name of Hector Mineaus came to her kingdom to assist them in dealing with a barbaric clan of giants. The clan's leader was named Barakas and he was known to feed the humans to his giant hounds. With the king's permission, Hector was allowed to lead his army against the clan. He succeeded in slaying Barakas, and the Carolines honored him with a celebration. It was at the celebration that Hector approached Evelyn and secretly tried to woo her. Evelyn shyly rejected the knight's attempts to his silent anger. The day after the party was when the Church of the White was suddenly upon the capitol. There was talk of a resistance against the Carolines. The story was that because the Carolines had requested aid from the church to handle the giants rather than send their own army that the people were in outrage. The Carolines weren't even given a chance to have an audience with their kingdom before they were moved into a sanctuary that seemed more like a heavily-guarded prison.

Before the Holy Knights could detain Evelyn, the king ordered her protector to take her out of the castle. The protector against the Holy Knights orders did as his king commanded and fled the castle with Evelyn. He rode as far as he could with the knights on his tail. When he feared his horse would tire before they would lose them, Eve's protector stayed behind to fight the Holy Knights so that she could escape. Eve, afraid to be alone in this foreign world, reluctantly rode off leaving her protector behind and the last relation she had to her family.

Current Story: Her horse long gone and her dress long ruined, Eve was forced to travel Gaea alone. She is learning to endure the hardship of survival and no longer having servants to rely on. There have been those kind to her, but there were more who were cruel, forcing her to be wary of strangers. Having discovered the wanted posters for the Seven Deadly Sins, she remembered tales of their power and decided to find them. They just might be strong enough to take her kingdom back from the church and free her parents.

Name: I want for Holy Knights to have a first and last name.
Age: The Holy Knights are not immortal like the Seven Sins. So an actual age must go here.
Allegiance: Church of the White (default allegiance)
Position: What rank is your Holy Knight? Holy Knight, Great Holy Knight (if they're a Great Holy Knight they're one of the most powerful HKs and they're more than likely the captain in charge of a unit. So expect to NPC his/her unit.).
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Written Appearance: You can go into full detail about your character's appearance from hair color, highlights, eye variations, scars, tattoos, etc. The Holy Knights are very angelic in appearance due to their affiliation with the White God. They appear how the Humans would expect any servant of a the White God to appear.

Personality: You do not have to be overly detailed with this. Just a summary. I'm sure your character's personality will blossom in game.

Background: Unlike the Sins, the Holy Knights do have a background to complete. Why did your character become a Holy Knight? What do they hope to achieve by being in service to the White God? Why do they believe in the White God? These are just example questions you can answer in your profile.

Current Story: What is their mission now?

Weapon: All Holy Knights wield Arcs. This is where you describe your Holy Knight's Arc and its power.

Ability: The Holy Knights, similar to the Sins, have an ability theme. Choose one ability for your HK.

A wood-brown blimp sailed through a sea of white stratus clouds as it quietly crept upon its moaning target. Knights stood in two silver square formations on the wooden deck, waiting with disciplined patience for the order to charge. Up a small staircase, standing at the bow of the ship before the helm was a beautiful man. His hair was white and like cotton pooling upon his shoulders. Wings of silver protruded from his shoulder pauldrons as a light-blue cape wafted in the breeze behind him, bearing woven design of a white Tree of Life—the symbol of the Church of the White. His blue eyes stared into an argent expanse. The helmsman, a younger soldier with brown hair, gazed upon their commander and asked, “Sir, are you sure the pirate king’s ship would be in the sky? Wouldn’t it be on the sea?”

Just then, they heard another moan. It resonated throughout the cloud screen. The cries of a whale. The holy knight frowned and ordered, “Take us down.”

Pulling a lever, the airship began its descent, diving like a submarine into the cloud bed as the clouds split like water about it. The entire ship vanished in a fog. The helmsman could no longer see his commander or even his hand before his face. The blimp then emerged, breaking through the cloud ceiling into a yellow buttery pocket of space. The sun shined through a tunnel of churning cumulus clouds and drifting before the airship was the creature they had been chasing. Swimming through the air was a mighty humpback whale, and on its back, the pirate king’s ship, The Kojira!

The holy knight smiled malevolently. The helmsman smiled, “Captain Siegfried, you found it!”

The captain ran the back of his hand through his glossy locks and replied snobbishly, “Of course I did. I have been studying the Kojira’s movements for months. Every attack, every pillage…it only took time to connect the dots and realize that there was a trick. I never thought it would be on the back of an actual kojira…prepare to board!”

Prepare to board!

An abrupt war cry from the formed units resounded.

“Full speed ahead!” the captain ordered.

“Full speed ahead!” the helmsman acknowledged.

The airship soared toward the whale-mounted-ship. The birds that had been circling its white sails scattered. Strangely, the airship was able to creep right above the pirate ship without conflict. The captain gazed over the rail at the deck of the pirate ship below. He hadn’t seen a single crewmember. Immediately he wondered, was it deserted? It couldn’t have been. That would have been too easy.

One of the lieutenants peered over the ship rail next and frowned at the inactivity they were seeing. “Sir, I don’t like it,” he told his captain.

Siegfried continued to regard the pirate ship for a lengthy minute. He had finally found it, but his instincts were telling him something was off. He felt nervous—scared even.

I fear only the White God, Siegfried told himself.

“Sir?” the helmsman called to him.

The captain turned away from the edge and walked over to the balcony to stand before his company. “Second Platoon stand fast and guard the airship. First Platoon board!”

The lieutenant raised his fist over his heart and hammered it against his armor in salute before he faced his men and echoed the command, “Ready the ladders! Board the ship!”

The platoon of spirited knights began dropping lengthy rope ladders onto the pirate deck below. Swiftly, each soldier descended collecting on the deck with their swords drawn and surveying what appeared to be a deserted ship. They waited for their lieutenant as he dropped from the ladder last and gazed about at the quiet ship.

Thrusting out an arm, he commanded, “Search the bloody ship!”

Barrels were turned over, cabins were turned upside down, and the galley ransacked. The only place they hadn’t searched was a lone little house on the deck with a small crescent moon window carved into the door. A knight posted at the door, gripping its handle. The lieutenant lowered his long sword, gripping its hilt with both hands, and holding the blade parallel to the floor. He was prepared to skewer whoever was behind it. The lieutenant’s green eyes met his knight’s brown, and he nodded. The knight jerked open the door and as the lieutenant motioned to attack, he was repelled by a wave of rank. The stench passed through his nostrils nearly making him faint as he quickly staggered backwards, raising an armored glove to his face. The knight who had opened the door was already bent over and vomiting with his back turned. What they stumbled upon was an outhouse and behind a dirty flipbook was a lone man.

The flipbook lowered, revealing a pair of blue narrowed eyes. The man’s red brows were pinched in irritation as he gazed upon a group of gawking knights from inside an outhouse that had obscene graffiti carved and inked all over the walls along with a few pinned poems and dirty paintings. He lowered the book further, his lips unzipping to reveal a handsome smile (maybe it would have been if he wasn’t sitting on a toilet). The man was wearing a sanguine-red leather coat with a collar of white puffy fur forming a horseshoe about his neck. Beneath it was a sculpted muscular torso of old scars inflicted by blades. His charcoal-black trousers were at least modestly at his knees with two brown leather belts threaded through their rungs. His pants were long enough to rest upon the toes of a pair of sturdy black boots. He leaned forward, resting his right forearm on his thigh as he arched a brow, “Oi, ye mind? Want t’try knockin’ first? Tha’ shitters in use.”

The lieutenant stared in disbelief. His green eyes showing disgust over the hand he kept clapped against his face. “Mmfph rmmph hmph!”

The man blinked and turned his head, raising his hand to his ear. “Pardon?”

The lieutenant attempted to remove his hand, but as soon as he opened his mouth, just tasting the odor on his tongue made his face flush green as a wave of vomit gushed into his mouth. His cheeks inflated and quickly he scrambled further away to reclaim some fresh air. Resting his hands on his knees, he reluctantly swallowed his vomit back down, and panted, filtering his lungs with clean air. When he managed to compose himself, he straightened and glared at the man with his sword directed at him.

“Where is your captain?” the lieutenant demanded.

The man narrowed his eyes again. “I be ‘im.”

The lieutenant blinked. “You’re Grimjet Clermont; The Butcher; the Pirate King?”

“Aye.”

The entire platoon was stunned.

“Where’s your crew?”

Grimjet rolled his eyes before he shrugged. “Off raidin’ somewhere?”

“Why aren’t you with them?”

“Cuz I’m takin’ a bloody shit! I said ye mind!”

Grimjet reached out to snag the door and slammed it closed, leaving the entire platoon dumbfounded. Captain Siegfried stepped off the side of the airship and dropped to the deck below. His white hair rippled in his graceful descent, his blue cape flagging above him. When he landed, his boots barely made a sound. His hand went to the golden scepter at his hip. The scepter was two feet in length with a round sphere at the end between two unfurled angelic wings. He drew the weapon, swinging it upwards in an arc as the air between him and the outhouse flashed like lightning. The outhouse spontaneously exploded in a blast of fire. Black smoke soon engulfed the flames before the passing winds wafted it away. Standing in the smoke’s place was Grimjet. His body was smoking, clothes singed a darker color by the flames. Behind him, whipping in the wind was a tail of toilet paper that had been trailing from his pants. Grimjet coughed twice, fanning the remnant wisps of smoke from his face before he slipped his hands into his pants pockets and gave the holy knight an ugly and displeased look. His teeth were irritably bared and his bottom lip poked out. He regarded the beautiful man for a few seconds before he tilted his head and muttered, “’Aven’t I seen ye somewhere befo’?”

Grimjet recalled a story about a black swordsman…Whatever. “Oi, ye got yer church, and me crew had that there shitter ye blew away. Twas’ our sacred place too, y’know?”

Siegfried pointed the scepter at the pirate king. “Where’s your crew?”

Grimjet’s lips twisted in amusement. He must have felt like such a big man pointing that arc at him. “I said raidin’.”

“Why aren’t you with them?”

Behind the distracted first platoon and the holy knight were several balloon boats floating up to the airship. Grimjet tipped his head back and sighed. “Ugh, same old questions. I said I was shit—“

Siegfried had swung his scepter and the air combusted again. The knights watched in awe the power their captain demonstrated. The pirate king must have been regretting his decision to stay.

“I won’t ask again,” said Siegfried. “You’re a coward to have stayed behind.”

As the fire and smoke cleared, Grimjet was revealed with no longer a coat. His leather belts crumpled from his waist into char as his bare skin smoked from the swiftly healing burns. He peered over his shoulder, gazing at the tail of toilet paper that seemed to be preserved. It hadn’t even been singed. That was a good steal… he thought to himself, impressed.

“A captain always goes down wit’ ‘is ship,” Grimjet countered with a careless smile.

“Arm yourself, Monster.”

“Name callin’ now are we? I don’t need me knife to ‘andle ye scalawags.”

Grimjet kept his hands within the pockets of his pants and he grinned wickedly at the holy knight. The lieutenant frowned and regarded his captain. “We’ll handle this, Sir.”

Siegfried doubted his men could, but he had another plan up his sleeve. He nodded to his lieutenant and his lieutenant raised his sword and ordered, “Charge!”

First platoon charged the pirate king while Siegfried raised his scepter vertically and scowled in concentration. His arc began to glow. The platoon of fifty men surrounded Grimjet in five rotating rings. Slowly, they started to close in the circle. There were swords all around him, raised and ready to skewer him if he got too close. The pirate king’s blue eyes shifted left and then right. He glanced over each of his shoulders as his smile only broadened. Before the knights could get too close, Grimjet surprised them by charging toward three in the ring. He dropped upon his right side and slid until his booted feet slammed into the knights’ ankles. He slid through all five ranks, clearing a path before he executed a roll and rose to his feet. He whirled around to face his pursuers, and while walking backwards, he leaned back dipping left and then right at the shoulders to dodge sword swipes from a soldier closing in. Grimjet straightened and swung his left foot upwards to catch the soldier’s sword arm at the wrist. His toe met with the joint, causing a loud snap as the soldier’s wrist went limp.

“Argh!” the soldier screamed as Grimjet dropped his foot and leaning his weight upon it, twisted his body to bring his right leg swinging around toward the soldier’s head. His instep caught the side of his face, sending the soldier spinning like a ragdoll into a rank of soldiers. The rank collapsed, bowled over like pins as Grimjet lowered his foot and sprinted away from the pursuing group to gain some distance. While running toward the stern, Grimjet scooped up a coil of ship rope and faced the group. Grinning impishly, with his inhuman strength, he tossed the rope at one of the soldiers, the knot striking him in the face and sending him instantly to the ground. Snapping the rope back, Grimjet whipped it out again. The rope lashed an entire group, crushing them under its weighted length. The rope whipped wildly, crisscrossing as it tossed soldiers about and sent them to the floor. The lieutenant blocked the rope with his sword, baring his teeth as he felt the strength of the strike pass through his hand. It made his hand numb.

Grimjet retracted the rope once more and leapt into the air. He soared over the lieutenant’s head, dropping the heavy rope coil on top of him as he headed for the holy knight captain.

“Captain!”

Siegfried glanced up at the airship to see second platoon’s lieutenant leaning over the rail.

“We’re under attack!” he shouted.

Siegfried’s eyes widened as he thought, What!?

He watched as a pirate clashed swords with his lieutenant. Had the captain’s crew been present all along? But they had checked the whole ship.

“Captain!” the first platoon lieutenant screamed in warning as he wrestled the rope off of his body.

Siegfried’s attention returned to his current situation just as Grimjet landed before him. Face hardening in a scowl, Siegfried directed his charged scepter at the pirate king as Grimjet whipped his right leg around. As Grimjet’s foot connected harshly with the side of the holy knight’s armor, the strike threw off Siegfried’s aim. The air behind Grimjet’s head combusted into an enormous globe of fire that consumed one of the sails and sent the mast collapsing into the captain’s cabin. Siegfried turned, using the strike’s momentum to allow him to keep his footing. As he turned, his chest plate snapped free as two generous forms tumbled against the white cotton material of her tunic. Grimjet had followed the kick through and was spinning around to face Siegfried as she was spinning around to once again aim her scepter at him. The pirate king’s eyes widened in astonishment when he saw the great bust that was turning to face him. His jaw parted to catch the head of the scepter between his teeth and his hands extended to grasp handfuls of the prominent orbs. The two froze. Siegfried’s eyes were shrunk in shock as she took a moment to gauge the situation. She saw her scepter in Grimjet’s mouth and his hands…Her mouth dropped, seeing his hands buried in her chest without shame.

With an enraged cry, Siegfried’s armored fist connected with Grimjet’s face sending him flying backwards. First platoon stood frozen in shock as they watched their captain fall to one knee crossing her arms before her chest protectively. Grimjet had landed on his back, the scepter gripped within a lewd smile. When he sat up, the man had devolved. The surprise that Siegfried had actually been a babe made him lose all intelligence. He became a metaphorical ape that began screeching and galloping around on its knuckles in excitement.

“OOK! OOK! AH AH AAH!” the perverted chimp screamed.

The lieutenant clapped a hand against his forehead. “I knew this was going to happen…” They had been trying to keep their captain’s womanhood a secret from the pirate king, having learned of his disturbing fondness for women. The last thing they had wanted was for their captain to become one of his obsessions.

“He has the scepter!” the captain shouted.

Grimjet stood and directed the scepter at Siegfried with a triumphant smile. “Aye, I do.”

“Captain!” her worried knights shouted.

Grimjet ordered, “Surrender or tha’ buxom bitch dies!”

Siegfried narrowed her eyes. Buxom…

The lieutenant hissed and then reluctantly ordered his men, “Lower your weapons!”

Siegfried growled, “What are you doing? Fight!”

Grimjet smirked over at her. “Tis checkmate girly. I win.”

One of Grimjet’s pirates yelled down, “We got everything handled up here Captain!”

“Good! Bring it all down,” Grimjet returned.

Once all the knights were collected and placed in the brig (except for the holy knight), and his men were back on board the Kojira, Grimjet went over the booty with his steward.

“Gear?” he asked, glancing over at the pile of armor and weapons they had collected off the White guardsmen.

“Check!” replied the steward.

“Loot?”

There was a pile of collected food, water, stolen coin purses and other supplies they had pilfered from the airship and its crew.

“Check!”

“Ransom?”

They both gazed down in the dark brig at the tied up knights.

“Check!”

Grimjet blushed and raised a hand shyly to his lips as he asked, “Girly?”

The steward forced a smile through his sympathy pains as he glanced over at the captured holy knight captain. “Check!”

Grimjet then held up the scepter. “Sea o’ gold?”

The steward grinned greedily, “Check!”

Grimjet threw back his head and laughed victoriously. “As soon as we sell all o’this we’re gonna be up to our necks in gold mates!”

A strand of drool escaped the corner of his mouth as he thought, We’ll ‘ave enough food and grog fo’ a year.

His crew raised their fists into the air and cheered.

Grimjet inspected the scepter and muttered under his breath, “’Ow’d she use this thing again?”

The pirate king then twirled and struck a pose. His right arm was raised and curled with the palm of his right hand against the back of his head. His left hip was cocked out in a feminine manner as he aimed the golden scepter at the air ship like a magical girl. The blimp then detonated with a bang as its fiery remains tumbled from the sky. Siegfried’s face was flushed in anger and humiliation as she thought, I never once used my arc like that!

Grimjet winked at her and raised a hand to his mouth to blow her an air kiss. The holy knight hissed and screamed, “You better pray to the White God that I don’t get free!”

The steward then noticed the tail of toilet paper that had been hanging from the captain’s pants. He grasped the ribbon of 2-ply and tugged it. Pop! A loud growl resounded from Grimjet’s stomach. The cramps that began gripping his bowels like tight fists caused the pirate king to suddenly bend over with his arms crossed over his tummy in pain. The steward stared blankly until his captain’s distressed face appeared over his shoulder, staring at him as though he wanted to kill him.

“Wah!” the steward shrieked.

The noises were growing louder and Grimjet rasped, “What’d ye go touchin’ shite fer? Augh! It’s like a river o’nails tearin’ through me bowels! I wasn’t finished on tha’ shitter! Augh! It’s trynna’ force its bear claws through me arsehole!”

Grimjet’s hand snagged the back of his ass as he clenched his cheeks together with all of his might. Sweating bullets, he shuffled around seeing only a black charred spot where the outhouse used to be.

“Was that our only shitter?!”

The steward quickly flipped through his account papers. Grimjet stared at him impatiently with tiny eyes. After flipping through all the pages, the steward closed his eyes and fearfully gulped.

“Yes…” he squeaked.

“WHAT!?” Grimjet now on his knees and with both hands smashed against his ass (including the scepter) he screamed at his men, “YE BETTER BUILD ANOTHA’ SHITTER! HURRY! HURRY! HURRY! YE FOOLS!”

Pirates started darting all over the place, rounding up wood from the destroyed mast for the new toilet. Siegfried shouted at Grimjet, “GET MY ARC AWAY FROM YOUR DISGUSTING ASS!”

Grimjet’s cheek was smashed against the deck as he continued to suffer, “It’s trynna drill through me hands! Sendin’ its brown whirlin’ spade through my flesh!”

The steward went green and backed away a few steps from him. The pirates finished building the outhouse in record time and exclaimed, “It’s ready, Captain!”

Grimjet immediately rose to his feet and sprinted faster than he ever had toward it. Siegfried yelled, “Don’t take my arc in there!”

The outhouse door slammed closed and Siegfried screamed, “NAAAAAAAOOOOOOOO~!”

The lieutenant frowned as he listened to all the screaming going on above. “What’s going on up there?” His nose then wrinkled as he caught wind of something foul. There was a horrible noise echoing from the pipe above him. He looked up and the smell only grew fouler. It was coming from the pipe. “Ugh, what is that…?” His eyes then grew large. He remembered the outhouse. He had wondered where it all went and now he knew. “Run!”

The other knights stared at him awkwardly. “This isn’t a prison! It’s the septic tank!”

The brig broke out into chaos as knights climbed over knights in the mad scramble to get away from what was about to explode through the pipes. The worst part was that it was going to be a long journey before the Kojira came across another group of holy knights to ransom them off to.

Name: Wilhelm Wrede
Age: Appears to be about 25-30 years old
Sin: Wrath
Height: 6'5
Weight: 160lb
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Green
Gender: Male
Written Appearance: Wilhelm was once a man of huge physical presence with a body that seemed less like flesh and bone and more stone and steel. Now however, his body has shrunk significantly, his great muscles vanished and his rib cage visible under his pale skin. His eyes are heavy with bags and bloodshot from a lack of sleep. Originally he would have worn a mixture of chain mail and leather armor, or a simple set of animal skin clothes made wherever was able to buy. Now he wears just enough roughly made leather and fur clothing to cover from his shoulders to his knees.
Brand Appearance: Wilhelm's brand is a gnashing wolf head with teeth stained in blood (albeit this could not be seen from the image as the entire brand is black, although it takes little thought to recognize it as blood) positioned at the center of his left shoulder. It represents Wilhelm's ferocity on the battlefield and his commitment to track down and spill the blood of those who wrong him.

Personality: There was a time long ago where Wilhelm was a deep thinker, a man who would sit up and think in the calm of the empty night on many issues. That philosophical man died years ago along with the charisma and empathy he possessed.All that remains of the deep thinker is a belief that Gods and Kings can be felled no matter their position. Now Wilhelm is a savage, half-feral with a fury rivaled by none. Slights taken from a stranger will usually end in death, even friends may find themselves subject to his fury if they strike a particular nerve. He will always remember his enemies and will go to great lengths to find them and slaughter them. Wilhelm remembers little of his past life but what he does remember is terrible, even for his animalistic standards. He slaughtered so many and for what? He did not know, all he knows is that he is a monster and he is best away from society.

Despite his feral nature,Wilhelm is still capable of developing fondness and will become extremely protective of those he deems a friend and will take an insult to them personally.

Background: Everything is so blurred, all Wilhem can remember is the slaughter he engaged in.

Current Story: After being banished by the White God, he awoke in a dense forest in the west inhabited by orcs. He could remember nothing more than killing and he seemed to have a knack for it, this became clear when a hunting party of orcs attempted to bring him down before he destroyed them and took their weapons for his own. He has spent years in the forests,living like an animal, only remembering the slaughter of so many without reason (unlike these orcs, blasted things seem to try and kill me on a monthly basis ) as his mind gradually degraded into something comparable to a beast. Yet here he remains, confused by his past yet unable to leave his hiding spot for fear of discovery. He could not imagine a monster like himself would be welcomed into human society.

Weapon: The Fury Cutters- A pair of iron hand axes, each about 2'6 in length. On the head of the axes are several intricate carvings that when grinded together cause the axes to ignite into flames.


Ability: Wrath Wraith- Wilhelm is able to summon a specter wielding a scythe within 20 meters of him to assist him in battle. This Wraith will move faster and hit harder depending on how much Wilhelm loathes the wraiths target.

Name: Absalom Æðelflæd
Age: 17
Sin: Lust
Height: 7 ft.
Weight: 145&1/2 lbs.
Hair Color: Dark Blond
Eye Color: Brown
Gender: Male
Written Appearance: Absalom is very tall and thin to the point of being emaciated, pale alabaster skin stretched painfully tightly over his nigh-on skeletal form, taut and looking ready to tear open at any moment at his joints. His limbs are spindly and long, slightly out of proportion with the rest of his body, but not inhumanly so. His hands are delicate, long-fingered and resemble large spiders, almost always in movement, either idly flexing or busy twirling and touching something or someone else - flipping a coin, twirling a knife, caressing a length of luxury fabric to appreciate its texture, tapping against the nearest hard surface - it is a nervous tic and a borderline obsession that Absalom can only remedy by clutching his own hands tightly one in another. His face would be appealing and even attractive if not for his malnourished state, clearly of noble heritage and possessing of a prominent brow, chiseled cheekbones a lantern jaw, sunken cheeks and thin lips almost constantly stretched in a small, warm and guilty smile of the sort that a man usually makes when an intimate or sensitive subject is brought up with him, or when one is reminded in a joking way of some past naughtiness or misdeed. Absalom's hair is peculiar in its unnatural speed of growth, never taking more than a week or two to grow from being shorn completely off into a massive, ugly and mottled mane reaching the very ground beneath his feet, and is thusly carefully managed at all times. Perhaps, this ugly trait is to blame for his perpetually underfed condition, his hair taking in all of the food otherwise intended for the rest of the body.

Brand Appearance: Absalom's brand is an unsightly thing - a symbolic representation of a wretched and bloated fly carved into his back between and over his shoulderblades with large and brutal strokes of a knife. The flesh around the mark is engorged and perpetually irritated, bloated and sensitive, the wound never quite healing fully and constantly seeping bloody pus and itching something fierce. The fly signifies the nature of sin as of an insidious disease of the soul, and marks the bearer as a bearer and spreader of a pestilence that can not be purged if allowed to take root - even a man that repents will be stained forever, like a recovering addict can never fully escape the craving for his drug.

Personality: Absalom, at his heart, is a kind person. He is courteous, he is quick to empathize with other people and to want to help them and he is also quick to feel guilt at his own perceived wrongdoings. However, where spirit might be willing, the mind is weak and failing - he possesses a phenomenally flimsy amount of willpower. Where he is quick to be wracked with guilt and pity, he is just as quick to force himself to forget, or to consciously distract himself by one thing or another to avoid handling any difficult issues. While earnest in his desire to help initially, his bluster and ardor will quickly fade and he will begin to slack and seek easy ways out. He is quick to succumb to pressure and quick to forget any lessons he learned under that pressure, a man that readily bends to external force only to spring back into his initial position once it is no longer applied, having learned nothing.

Background: Everything is shrouded by a strange veil inside his head - and when he tries to remember, or when some shard of his past is glimpsed, the memories slip away no matter how hard he tries to keep them. He rarely ponders this matter, as it is too sad to dedicate conscious attention to. He knows he was a helpful person, that he helped and cared - a healer, a physician perhaps?

Current Story: Absalom's freshest memory is waking up cold and naked in a gutter in the slums of a large city, roused by taunts and stones thrown at him by an urchin gang. He wandered the streets befouled with rabble both human and material for quite some time, begging and scrounging for sustenance before being taken in by a gathering of scum of similar level of misfortune and wretchedness - by banding together, vermin could better scavenge and protect themselves. When one of the gang was badly mauled by a guard dog, Absalom cemented his position as a valuable asset by displaying a startling capability for medicine and surgery, knowledge of which sprung up in his mind in a sudden flash of insight. From then on, things went slightly uphill, with him making a living as a doctor for the lowly and the poor, in exchange for anything they could share. His special power manifested itself during a particularly terrible period of famine, when he and his comrades were on the brink of death by starvation. Having saved the society of scum, he was unanimously crowned the beggar king of the city's underbelly.

Weapon: A straight dagger with a seven inch blade, unbreakable and so thin it is impossible to see if you stare straight at the edge. It cuts any sheath one puts it in, and as such Absalom holds it in several layers of thick wool. The blade slips through almost any armour and leaves a wound so thin when it pierces flesh is invisible by eye and only bleeds on the inside, making it extremely hard to treat and very painful. Absalom received it as a payment from a man of foul temper and brutish persuasion that came to him in order to be treated from a startling variety of physical wounds and ailments and who left it on his table without a single word as he departed. Perhaps, he was simply trying to get rid of a murder weapon?

Ability: Luxuria - "Everything you want, I have."
Absalom's power is to manifest the wants and cravings of other people into reality. All it takes is a drop of Absalom's blood and for him to speak aloud the wish as the object of one's lust springs into existence. Of course, the gifts come with a price, and a nuance - otherwise it would be too good to be true. A gluttonous man receives a mighty and delectable feast after which all other food not received from Absalom would seem stale and boring. A hungry man would receive a sack full of hearty gruel that'd last him for a long time, but bring him not much pleasure from the taste, not ever fill him completely. A veteran that would come to beg for his war wound to be healed would find a new arm where a stump once was - but one that is eternally cold to the touch and is callused and gnarled to be much more useful for holding a weapon than for caressing a loved one. An man wishing for riches would receive his coin and jewels, but from that it inspires greed and envy in all of his neighbours. However, it must be noted that everyone and anyone around is free to partake of the wish that someone else received - if you wished for money and received it, nothing prevents someone else from taking it from you. It is also should be noted, that this power can't create something that is not material in nature - if someone wishes for love or for death of his rival, for example the best Absalom could do is give the man an artificial doll that acts like the object of his love or a cup of poison respectively.
He can also use this power offensively, to pelt a greedy man with a shower of gold or to drown a drunkard in boiling, scalding brandy. Due to the purity and simplicity their desires, Absalom almost instinctually surrounds himself with sycophantic addicts and small children.

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NAME:
AGE: Early 20's
SIN: Pride
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT:
EYE COLOR: Light Blue
HAIR COLOR: dark brown
Gender: Male
APPEARANCE:
A well kept and presented, finely groomed young man. Bright ambitious and ready to take on the world.
Smooth skin, strong jawline, piercing eyes, white teeth and killer smile. Holds himself with confidence and stature. Fair physical shape.
By most accounts he's considered a handsome and desirable man. If not for his charm then the wealth he appears to come from.
His attire always making him seem as one of the important people of any room. His persona reeks of affluence.

BRAND APPEARANCE: His shame. A large bird shape spreads across his chest with the tips of the long wide wings stretching to reach his shoulders. It looks of scarred mutilated flesh.

PERSONALITY:
Level headedSlightly impulsive,Charming
Untrusting, Sociable, Proud, DeterminedCompetative,

BACKGROUND: "I, uh, I can't remember..."

CURRENT STORY:

WEAPON: 2 Ornate Tri-barrel Bladed Flintlock pistols (subject to change)

ABILITY: TELEKINESIS