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Kirah Dragonbunny
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Name: Gwyn Bronson
Second Name: N/A
Caste & Exalt: Night Solar
Limit Break: Foolhardy contempt - The solar loses touch with their fear and rushes headlong into conflict. Partial control: The solar may use tactics and strategy, but thinks nothing of personal risk
Duration: One day
Condition: Having an opportunity to prove one's bravery.
Gender: Female.
Age: 25. Gwyn just exalted a few months ago.
Birthplace: Gethamane, among the deep caves where she was fascinated by the plants and stories, caved and painted on the walls.
Appearance Description: Gwyn has a face that is hard to remember. She blends into crowds for the most part. Only in places where her blonde hair and fair skin stand out does she have a hard time keeping a low profile(merit: innocuous).
Gear: Quarterstaff, botany supplies (sketchbook), a satchel of pears (each a different color of strange flowers). A breastplate, which is hideable under her clothes. Green Jade wrakstaff which can do cold damage when anima is spent on it.
Skills: Gwyn was destined to be night class with a high skill (4 dots) in dodge and stealth. (3 dots in everything else night cast but larceny which has 2 dots)
She speaks several languages due to her travels (Low realm, sky tongue, river tongue and high realm).
Her skill with a quarterstaff is nearly unparalleled (4 dots in Martial arts and 2 in specialty quarterstaff). Gwyn has spent the last several years studying plants and their interactions with people as such she is skilled in medicine (both to help and hurt), and has decent survival skills in the wild.
Intimacies: Gwyn will avoid revealing she is a Solar until the last possible moment. She is too afraid of the White Lotus finding out to just do it at any time.
Gwyn feels a pull (eternal vow) but has yet to seek it out. She knows it isn't the plant she seeks and is afraid of what she will discover when she finds the thing that is pulling at her.
Gwyn enjoys sketching plants and discovering their qualities. Her sketch book spans a good portion of the world. The most recent pages, cut short by bad luck, cover the islands to the west.
Personality: Having grown up smaller than anyone else in the caves Gwyn learned to be scrappy. She would hide in old caverns and study the fantastic artworks. It was this that would eventually drive her a little insane. She started dreaming of a specific plant, one that she hadn't seen in the caves. At first, she was determined to find it among the cave drawings, but as it became clear, she wasn't she decided to leave home. Since exalting, she has kept her secret to herself. The fear of being discovered by the White Lotus driving her to keep her head down even more than usual. She has little care for the laws of the Dragons as they conflict with her very existence. She is driven to find the plant from her nightmares, and to avoid being caught. She'll fight as long as she can without using any motes and causing her anima to appear (though she does love its appearance).
Despite her desire to keep her nature hidden, she finds that she wants to prove herself. She fights the urge to let herself go and destroy her enemies for the sake of staying safe.
Biography: Born and raised in Gethamane Gwyn always was too small, so she picked up some of the more unsavory tricks. She had a love for the unseen plants outside of the cave walls. Around the age of 20 after having learned some Ill Lily style, Gwyn proved herself to the White lotus. She worked her way through some assumptions before deciding to take her work to the road. There she studies plants, looking for a specific one from her nightmares (flaw: nightmares).
As Gwyn started her explorations, she found a coral
Gwyn exalted while she was exploring some islands. A few solar hunters got close to the group she was traveling with and, she panicked. She is terrified of being caught as a solar because of her connections within the White Lotus. The White Lotus is anti-solar.
Other: Anima - Poisonous plants/vines writhing around and wrapping around her body.
Sloth The Potato Salad of People
Member
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2 mos ago
Name:
Meymun
Second Name:
Joyful Monkey of the Emerald Forest
Exaltation:
Casteless Lunar
Spirit Shape:
Emerald Monkey
Limit Break:
THE CURSE OF THE DRUNKEN MONKEY
The character becomes a creature of impulse and ignorance. He is a slave to his desires, unable to control himself long enough to resist temptation. The Drunken Monkey acts without thinking and does not consider the consequences of his actions. He gorges his appetites without restraint and ignores dangerous situations in the heat of the moment—but will drop any indulgence the moment some new temptation presents itself.
Partial Control: The character may give vague attention to the next day, provided it doesn’t interfere with his pursuit of pleasure. He will still drink himself into a stupor, for example, but he might ask a close friend to watch out for him first.
The character becomes a creature of impulse and ignorance. He is a slave to his desires, unable to control himself long enough to resist temptation. The Drunken Monkey acts without thinking and does not consider the consequences of his actions. He gorges his appetites without restraint and ignores dangerous situations in the heat of the moment—but will drop any indulgence the moment some new temptation presents itself.
Partial Control: The character may give vague attention to the next day, provided it doesn’t interfere with his pursuit of pleasure. He will still drink himself into a stupor, for example, but he might ask a close friend to watch out for him first.
Gender:
Male
Age:
23
Birthplace:
The city of Mahalanka in the Eastern Forests of Creation
Raised primarily in the city of Kajeth in the Republic of Halta
Appearance:
Due to his history as an orphaned thief in a nation of tree-dwelling mortals and talking animals, it comes as no surprise to most people that Meymun doesn't quite fit the image of the "civilized" folk. He retains only a single set of loose fitting and altogether tattered clothes covered in dirt, grass, and moss stains. Like most Haltans, he prefers to go barefoot, even if most commoners might balk at his prehensile feet.
Most notably, all of Meymun's hair has changed color after his Exaltation. Whereas before it was patently obvious he was no native Haltan due to his shaggy orange mop, the blessing of Luna has dyed everything from the shoulder-length hair on his head to the fur on his feet the same shade of green as that of his Spirit Shape, the Emerald Monkey. While this helps him blend in to a Haltan crowd extremely well, it makes him stick out like a sore thumb most everywhere else unless he happens to be surrounded by a group of Wood Aspected Dragon-Bloods. Not exactly a situation a Lunar would like to be in.
Aside from that obvious tell, Meymun's Exaltation has done wonders for his previously malnourished physique, even if he no longer appears fully human by most standards. Most obviously, Meymun has a pearly white snaggle-toothed fang on the left side of his mouth. His previously rail-thin limbs have become full-bodied overnight, and his previously gaunt features have filled in in such a way that would put even career soldiers to shame.
Sadly, not even the blessing of a Celestial Incarnae could hide the rather ape like quality of Meymun's facial structure. Maybe such a thing was foreshadowing his destiny as a member of Luna's Chosen. At least, that's what he'd like to think.
Gear:
Seeing as he was only recently Exalted, Meymun has yet to track down any of his past lives' artifacts or belongings
Skills:
As one might expect of a Haltan, Meymun is an extremely adept climber and gatherer, having lived on the elevated platforms of Kajeth and Chanta for much of his youth, surviving on whatever nuts, berries, and edible moss he could poach from Haltan farmers and their Emerald Monkeys.
A former apprentice to a Great Ape merchant in Kajeth, Meymun was taught Riverspeak as a second language, and is capable of reading and speaking it fluently, if with something of a Haltan accent.
Though he was eventually caught and exiled to the depths of the Haltan forests, Meymun is an effective thief and pickpocket.
Unbeknownst to him, Meymun's recent Exaltation has also imparted a somewhat subconscious knowledge of hand to hand combat in him. Though his lack of experience and utter lack of formal training is fairly obvious to any dedicated martial artist, being a Celestial Exalt will more than make up for this detriment in most cases.
Intimacies:
Locate the resurrected Solar with whom he shares a Soul Bond
Avenge the death of his adopted father at the hands of the Guild
Liberate the city of Sperimin from Raksi, the Queen of Fangs
Retrieve as many lost artifacts of his First Age life as possible
Explore the length of Creation
Personality:
There are many words that could describe Meymun after his Exaltation, brash, boisterous and fearless chief among them. Meymun had always been a bit of a talker, even during his days as a thief, and his newfound position amongst Luna's chosen hasn't done much to quell this fact, even if it has shifted from cursing authorities to drunken singing in taverns across the Hundred Kingdoms. His mouth still has a tendency to get him into trouble, however.
Despite this, Meymun still retains a certain air of naivety due to his upbringing in Halta and isolation from the rest of the world at large.
Biography:
Meymun knows precious little of his origin other than that he was born to human parents who could not keep him, and thus was taken in by a Great Ape named Maipa. Unknown to him, Meymun was born to a pair of mortals in the City of A Thousand Golden Delights. Not wanting to see their only child cannibalized by the Queen of Fangs, Meymun's parents pleaded with a traveling Haltan merchant to smuggle their son out of Mahalanka. The merchant agreed, and Meymun found his way to Kajeth in the Haltan Republic. Whether or not Raksi ever discovered this deception and dealt with the perpetrators is anyone's guess.
During his years in Kajeth, Meymun learned the woodcarving trade and the basic skills of life from his adopted father and acted as the go between for Maipa and his foreign patrons who weren't quite accustomed to doing business with a talking Great Ape. Life, for the most part, was great. That was, until Maipa was killed by his so-called "business partners" from the Guild.
Finding his guardian dead after a hard day's work, Meymun reported what he could to the Haltan authorities, and while he likely could've found work as another woodcarver's apprentice, the young boy swiftly found himself as part of the urban poor. Thus began his formative years as a petty thief and conman.
Surviving on whatever food he could poach from unsuspecting farmers and sleeping in whatever Redwood branch he could find unoccupied, Meymun fell in with other young Haltan criminals and developed quite the array of thieving skills. Foreign targets were particularly easy, seeing as they could never give chase to him for long on the elevated platforms and tree branches that served as the streets and roads of Halta. However, even the most skilled of pickpockets is going to slip up eventually, and at the age of twenty, Meymun was finally caught by the Kajeth town guard and escorted to the capital city of Chanta for trial.
Upon his arrival and his subsequent inability to pay the fine for petty theft, it was discovered that Meymun had never completed the Haltan Test of Survival. As this rendered him not a legal adult, the council was at a loss for what to do with the young man, as they were now unable to legally send him into servitude in the Haltan army. It did not take the elders long to simply send Meymun into the forests of Halta to undergo an impromptu Test of Survival, only without the traditional knife, blanket, or waterskin.
He was soon set upon by bandits and beasts alike, but, when it seemed like all was lost, Meymun received his Exaltation from Luna. He made short work of his assailants with his newfound powers and monstrous warform.
Overcome with a newfound wanderlust, and seeing as he no longer had anything tying him to the Haltan Republic, Meymun found his way out of the forests and has begun making his way into the Hundred Kingdoms of the Scavenger Lands, no longer the orphan thief he once was, but as the newest member of the Lunar Exalted.
Other:
Basically designed solely because I dig the Celestial Monkey Style from the Scroll of the Monk, and every anime inspired anything needs a Sun Wukong expy.
Also note that effectively all of my Exalted knowledge comes from Second Edition, so if anything's out of date or what not, that's my bad.
HokumPocus RATS WE'RE THE RATS WE ARE THE RATS
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"Man who drop hourglass in toilet, have shitty time."
House name: Ledaal
Family name: Ling
Personal name: Bao
Caste/Aspect & Exalt: Air aspect terrestrial exalted.
Limit break: Pacifism complication. Bao’s peaceful and philosophical nature is flipped and is replaced with a nihilistic and homicidal personality. While the bulk of his anger is directed at the entire world he has a preference for attacking anyone he deems disrespectful, especially young people.
Gender: Male
Age: 54
Birthplace: Solovan, The North
Appearance Description: An old and fragile man who walks around in exclusively traditional clothing. The old man interprets his age as an indicator for wisdom and vitality and is satisfied with his mature appearance. His facial hair is straight from being stroked during constant brainstorming sessions to the point where nothing can change its shape. He is shorter than the average Ledaal and weighs surprisingly little for someone with such a plump body.
Gear: An old and beautiful staff, sketchbooks and writing materials, pouches with tea, a small leather bag.
Skills and combat abilities:
"Fluent" in multiple languages, talented in calligraphy and meditation.
Bao uses air dragon style martial arts, which emphazise flexibility, agility and awareness of one's surroundings. The air dragon style focuses heavily on acrobatics and fast attacks as well as balance and composure during combat. While typical users of this style fight using chakram, Bao prefers the fast and unbalancing attacks that his staff is capable of dishing out. Bao has low physical strength, with his attacks being more suited to stunning and knocking down opponents rather than outright wounding or killing them.
His talent in meditating and practicing the air dragon style make him incredibly good at anticipating where enemy strikes will land, although he is an overly dramatic person with a tendency to strike poses and converse in the middle of combat.
Anima: At first glance, Bao's anima is underwhelming yet typical for an air aspect terrestrial exalted. A strong gust of wind blasts around him hard enough to visibly affect and lift up his robes. The unconventional part of his anima manifests in the form of strange noises that are heard after he spouts a quote. No one is sure of their source.
A little something like this
Likes: Meditating, nature, humility and pacifism. Bao frequently discusses his unique flavor of philosophy to anybody who will listen. Courtesy and manners are a vital part of all social interactions. Often passes the time by writing poetry.
Dislikes: The arrogance found in younger generations, sternly scolding any would be offenders. He dislikes modern trends and music. Having his deep snippets of wisdom ignored will irritate him.
Personality: He is incredibly wise and patient, sharing poetic sayings for any occasion. Bao is an extreme pacifist and a philosopher by heart, questioning the role of people in the universe and often stopping to enjoy the moment in questionable situations.
He is incredibly stubborn and will go to ridiculous lengths to prove himself right. For someone who invests so much effort into etiquette, Bao has a surprisingly rock bottom amount of self-awareness over the things he says and how inappropriate they can be sometimes.
He interprets his exaltation as proof of being a wise and grand man despite it happening so late into his life.
Biography: Ledaal Ling Bao is a member of the Ledaal dynasty who partook in the fine arts of his country. Although one with dragon's blood is expected to gain the powers of an exalted through genetics, it seemed that Bao had missed his chance after his youth faded. The young terrestrial was angry at the world, and demanded answers through philosophy. It was then that he learned to let go of his worries, and so began a total spiritual transformation. No longer harboring any ill will towards his surroundings, he became a well known poet and artist in Ledaal.
In his mid fifties the old man was content with his current life and embraced his uniqueness as a sign that he was meant to be one of his dynasty's great thinkers. However, the universe had other plans for Bao, as he became an exalted against all odds. The temple of fine arts that was once his home was now reluctant to accept his works out of suspicion and accusing him of hiding his exalted status to flee from combat. To make matters worse he now had a second personality that had to be controlled in order to avoid it taking over his body and spewing hatred.
Bao was talented at dissecting the beautiful characteristics of the world and was a master of meditation, two skills that were indispensable in his closed off world of art. However, things changed and he now had the challenge of fighting against an inner voice that resented everything around him and had to be suppressed. He decided that he'd have to find a way to reach an even higher stage of inner peace and is now dead set on the idea of setting out into the world and learning to appreciate it as much as possible.
LordVoldemort Lord of the Mice
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4 yrs ago
Name: Aiden Vance
Second Name: N/A
Caste/Aspect & Exalt: N/A
Limit Break: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: Fifteen
Birthplace: The East, in a small hamlet.
Gear: Longsword, a few pieces of metal armor (helmet, knee guard, etc.)
Skills: A surprising amount of dedication, minor experience with a sword (compared to a civilian), and adept horsemanship.
Personality: Dedication is the greatest word to describe this youth. While horrified of the many horrors that could wipe his existence off the face of the planet, inside his small body contains a large heart. Some say it could be described as fool-hardy, while others note it as been endearing. A smile is usually plastered on his face, but the time of studying and learning makes him appear cold - clearly a focused individual.
Biography: In the far east, to the north, a small hamlet rested in the green fields. There, Aiden was born - unfortunately, his mother died during childbirth, leaving him with only his father to take care of him. As the son of a blacksmith, he was fated to learn his father's trade and follow in his footsteps. For much of his youth, he played with the other young boys of his homestead, and assisted his father around the forge with his craft. Despite much of his helping-hand, he never cared to learn, and found himself unable to pick up the skills for it. It seemed that he would never grow up to become successful. As if this fate wasn't bad enough, their life was soon completely changed.
Bandits, in their raiding frenzy, sacked his home. While both father and son were lucky enough to escape, his elder's wrist had been broken beyond normal function in defense of his son, even through medical care. Fleeing to a nearby city with the rest of the refugees, he attempted to establish another blacksmith shop. He found that his work was too difficult, even with Aiden's help, and the two quickly descended into poverty. Unable to pay taxes to keep his store running, it was soon shut down. Eventually, the landlord came for them. Instead of evicting the two, he decided to put the old man to work to pay off his debts - work that would not pay enough for his freedom. While his father became accepting of his downtrodden fate, Aiden resisted.
Watching soldiers had given him an ambition. The life of an adventurer, a warrior, or explorer was a hidden desire, even to him. To boot, there was always the opportunity to gain vast amounts of treasure and work to take care of problems 'normal' folk could not. With a heartfelt goodbye, Aiden found himself setting off into the world, blessed by his father with a few scraps of armor and a sword that had been kept after the forge closed down. From there on, Aiden knew what he wanted...to become a knight. To prevent the horrors that befell his peaceful home. To become the best that Aiden could be.
Other: He likes sleeping when he gets the chance.
Second Name: N/A
Caste/Aspect & Exalt: N/A
Limit Break: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: Fifteen
Birthplace: The East, in a small hamlet.
Gear: Longsword, a few pieces of metal armor (helmet, knee guard, etc.)
Skills: A surprising amount of dedication, minor experience with a sword (compared to a civilian), and adept horsemanship.
Likes: Exploration, praise (if deserved), horse riding, and his teachers/father-figures.
Dislikes: Travelling on water, praise (if undeserved), any form of transportation that isn't horse riding (aside from on-foot), and the mistreatment of the unfortunate.
Goals: To learn more about the world.
To discover his place and role in the world.
To make a name for himself through his own deeds.
To live up to the image of 'a true knight.'
To return to his father as a proud man and pay off their debts.
Dislikes: Travelling on water, praise (if undeserved), any form of transportation that isn't horse riding (aside from on-foot), and the mistreatment of the unfortunate.
Goals: To learn more about the world.
To discover his place and role in the world.
To make a name for himself through his own deeds.
To live up to the image of 'a true knight.'
To return to his father as a proud man and pay off their debts.
Personality: Dedication is the greatest word to describe this youth. While horrified of the many horrors that could wipe his existence off the face of the planet, inside his small body contains a large heart. Some say it could be described as fool-hardy, while others note it as been endearing. A smile is usually plastered on his face, but the time of studying and learning makes him appear cold - clearly a focused individual.
Biography: In the far east, to the north, a small hamlet rested in the green fields. There, Aiden was born - unfortunately, his mother died during childbirth, leaving him with only his father to take care of him. As the son of a blacksmith, he was fated to learn his father's trade and follow in his footsteps. For much of his youth, he played with the other young boys of his homestead, and assisted his father around the forge with his craft. Despite much of his helping-hand, he never cared to learn, and found himself unable to pick up the skills for it. It seemed that he would never grow up to become successful. As if this fate wasn't bad enough, their life was soon completely changed.
Bandits, in their raiding frenzy, sacked his home. While both father and son were lucky enough to escape, his elder's wrist had been broken beyond normal function in defense of his son, even through medical care. Fleeing to a nearby city with the rest of the refugees, he attempted to establish another blacksmith shop. He found that his work was too difficult, even with Aiden's help, and the two quickly descended into poverty. Unable to pay taxes to keep his store running, it was soon shut down. Eventually, the landlord came for them. Instead of evicting the two, he decided to put the old man to work to pay off his debts - work that would not pay enough for his freedom. While his father became accepting of his downtrodden fate, Aiden resisted.
Watching soldiers had given him an ambition. The life of an adventurer, a warrior, or explorer was a hidden desire, even to him. To boot, there was always the opportunity to gain vast amounts of treasure and work to take care of problems 'normal' folk could not. With a heartfelt goodbye, Aiden found himself setting off into the world, blessed by his father with a few scraps of armor and a sword that had been kept after the forge closed down. From there on, Aiden knew what he wanted...to become a knight. To prevent the horrors that befell his peaceful home. To become the best that Aiden could be.
Other: He likes sleeping when he gets the chance.
Lord Orgasmo Professional Disappointment since 1999
Member
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2 hrs ago
Name: Al'Gonquin Milon
Second Name: N/A
Caste/Aspect & Exalt: Wood Aspect.
Limit Break: Hydrophobia. Being submerged in to much water causes Milon to become frozen in fear, or to start freaking out and flail around.
Gender: Attack Helicopter Male
Age: Like... 22
Birthplace: Lookshy
Appearance Description:
Weed man
Wears robes 'n shit. Doesn't like pants. May or may not be high at all times.
Gear: Quarterstaff, A hunting knife, "Medicinal herbs", matches
Anima: Plants begin to rapidly grow and/or return to life around him. Everybody gets slowly intoxicated.
Skills: Wide knowledge of history, good memory, knowledge of artifacts, good at crafting.
Intimacies: Enjoys sleep, dank kush History, artifacts.
Does not enjoy people who take things to seriously, deep waters, peas, fighting.
Personality: He's a weed man. Always chill, likes to make others chill, and is occasionally a little sassy, but can get a little pissy around difficult people.
Biography: Milon was born to a pair of dragonblooded parents in Lookshy. Having basically disowned their dynasty heritage, Milon was raised as someone from Lookshy. His childhood was nothing special, go to school, make friends, usual stuff. Milon was always laid back, and always in a good mood. At first, Milon wanted to study Botany. Paired up with his personality, he quickly gained the nickname "Weed man".
Growing tired of Botany, he discovered a passion in Crafting and artifacts. Unfortunately, being a mortal meant he couldn't do any cool stuff like Magitech, so he stuck with carpentry and occasionally weaving. One day however, at about 19 years old, Milon woke up to discover his room had changed overnight. Vines and ivy covered his walls, flowers sprouted up from his floors, and several things were coated in miss.
After talking to his parents, they revealed to him his heritage of being a dragonblooded, and that he had become "exalted". This didn't really mean a whole lot, outside of the fact he now had a solid chance of learning Magitech. Although, he'd actually have to find someone to teach him first, as far as he knew, there was nobody around who could teach that. So he decided to travel around looking for a teacher. Whether it's near or far, that Magitech is oh, so alluring.
Other: Can't think of much now, but might add some BS here later.
Second Name: N/A
Caste/Aspect & Exalt: Wood Aspect.
Limit Break: Hydrophobia. Being submerged in to much water causes Milon to become frozen in fear, or to start freaking out and flail around.
Gender: Attack Helicopter Male
Age: Like... 22
Birthplace: Lookshy
Appearance Description:
Weed man
Wears robes 'n shit. Doesn't like pants. May or may not be high at all times.
Gear: Quarterstaff, A hunting knife, "Medicinal herbs", matches
Anima: Plants begin to rapidly grow and/or return to life around him. Everybody gets slowly intoxicated.
Skills: Wide knowledge of history, good memory, knowledge of artifacts, good at crafting.
Intimacies: Enjoys sleep, dank kush History, artifacts.
Does not enjoy people who take things to seriously, deep waters, peas, fighting.
Personality: He's a weed man. Always chill, likes to make others chill, and is occasionally a little sassy, but can get a little pissy around difficult people.
Biography: Milon was born to a pair of dragonblooded parents in Lookshy. Having basically disowned their dynasty heritage, Milon was raised as someone from Lookshy. His childhood was nothing special, go to school, make friends, usual stuff. Milon was always laid back, and always in a good mood. At first, Milon wanted to study Botany. Paired up with his personality, he quickly gained the nickname "Weed man".
Growing tired of Botany, he discovered a passion in Crafting and artifacts. Unfortunately, being a mortal meant he couldn't do any cool stuff like Magitech, so he stuck with carpentry and occasionally weaving. One day however, at about 19 years old, Milon woke up to discover his room had changed overnight. Vines and ivy covered his walls, flowers sprouted up from his floors, and several things were coated in miss.
After talking to his parents, they revealed to him his heritage of being a dragonblooded, and that he had become "exalted". This didn't really mean a whole lot, outside of the fact he now had a solid chance of learning Magitech. Although, he'd actually have to find someone to teach him first, as far as he knew, there was nobody around who could teach that. So he decided to travel around looking for a teacher. Whether it's near or far, that Magitech is oh, so alluring.
Other: Can't think of much now, but might add some BS here later.
Letter Bee Filipino RPer
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Name: Albert
Second Name: Surveyor and Adoptive Son of the Third Incarnation of Salina.
Caste/Aspect & Exalt: Twilight Caste Solar Exalted
Albert's Anima Banner is a vivid aurora borealis of gold and leaf-green colors that shifts into a holographic forest of gold and green trees as more motes of energy are invested.
Limit Break: Being captured, imprisoned, chained, restrained for longer than a few seconds, or otherwise being in the power of another being against his will.
The expression of said limit break is an overwhelming sense of despair and an urge to do the will of the person who restrained or coerced him.
Gender: Male.
Age: 14
Birthplace: A small kingdom in the Scavenger Lands.
Appearance Description:
Gear:
- Silken Armor (Silk clothes that are as strong as tempered steel yet as soft as fine cloth).
- Extraordinary Crafting Tools.
- Fine Dagger.
- Light Chakram.
- Medicine Pouch.
- Surgery Kit.
- A few books and writing materials (edit).
Skills:
Albert's strongest area is sorcery and magic; he has paid the price to attain the Terrestrial Circle of Sorcery by a pact with the Elemental Lord of Fire. His next strongest his skill in craftsmanship, both mundane and magical. Despite his seemingly weak build, he can repair almost every mundane and magical item, including a few Artifacts. His third best is in Medicine, as he can cure diseases both mundane and mystic. After that is a fairly even spread between knowledge of history, knowledge of athletics (although some say he cheated with magic), and knowledge on how to use thrown and light melee weapons.
He also knows some bureaucracy, stealth, magically better endurance and physical resistance than most mortals, and can resist having his personal form altered magically. Oh, and has decent investigation.
Intimacies:
- For legitimate differences not to lead to abuse of power (Defining).
- My friends, whoever they may be (Major, Positive).
- Slavery, I hate it. (Major, Negative).
- My Adoptive Mother, Astrea: Heir to Salina's Legacy. (Major, Positive).
Personality: A few words or sentences to describe your character, but short enough to allow for heavy character development.
Albert is naturally skeptical of the idea that legitimate differences in power, intelligence, and physical attributes entitle one to preferment. To him, abuse against the innocent is wrong, period; it is even more wrong if it is part of a system. He has no truck with philosophical systems or political theories that amount to 'oppressing the weak', and prefers that people live life in happiness and peace. Despite this, he is no anarchist; he beleives that strength and the organization of strength are needed to protect the weak. However, safeguards and safety valves need to be placed in any political system, just like they are placed in machines.
Biography: Albert was born in an obscure kingdom in the Scavenger Lands, to a family of merchants. Thus, the boy learned literacy and basic maths, and was able to afford books of stories, lore, and history. However, he did not seem destined for greatness until another, larger kingdom attacked, ravaging the countryside and besieging the capital city, which held out for several months before finally falling to the ravenous hordes. Even then, he didn't seem fated for more than being just another slave, especially after his father was killed for his money by the opposing kingdom's troops while he himself was taken to the Guild merchants who had followed the conquering army.
He was thirteen then, and his life seemed over. Then one of the Guild personnel, a tall man clad in finer clothes than Albert or his father can afford, came towards him and said, "I have a client who wants smart children. Smart, discreete children who are still innocent. So if you want to avoid the worst parts of being a slave, come with me. Otherwise, you can stay here and suffer."
Albert wasn't foolish; he knew what awaited him at the slave markets of Nexus. So he accepted the mysterious Guildsman's offer, and he was led to another cart, which then wheeled around to turn north. There, he and a few other children were transferred to another vehicle, then another, and so on until they lost all sense of direction.
Finally, the group's current vehicle ended up in a city of gears and pistons, where great engines whose names were unknown to him operated. There, a woman with long hair that was colored like mixed orichalcum and moonsilver who simple but clean robes went towards him and the other children, who had been herded to join a crowd of other young slaves. She would then introduce herself, "My name is Astrea: Heir to Salina's Legacy, chosen of the Unconquered Sun. And I intend to free you."
It turns out, Astrea was one of the 'Anathema', but Albert can hardly care. She was also the third incarnation of Salina, a Solar Exalted from the First Age who had successfully tricked her fellow Exalted into rewriting reality to grant Sorcery to Mortals who worked hard enough. Now that awed Albert. Astrea was more willing to work 'within the system' than Salina was, even to the point of buying slaves to free them immediately afterwards, but hated abuse of authority and power just as much as Salina did; perhaps even more because she didn't believe that people were innately good like her previous incarnation had.
And so, for several months, Albert learned more lore of magic and technology from Astrea than most people (even Exalted) could in a lifetime. His sense of gratitude grew and grew, especially as he and the other children noticed that Perpetuator, although she put up a strong and maternal front, was sick with...something. Said something was a Wyld Cancer gained from a trip to the borders of Creation And as soon as he realized this, Albert knew he had to do something; this kind and generous woman could not be allowed to die!
So the young man waited till Astrea was sleeping, being exhausted because of the strain fo fighting the disease. Taking the hazard suit he and all the other children had been given, and grasping some anastethic and a set of fine tools made in the First Age itself, he went to work on Astrea's sickened body, trying to root out the Wyld Cancer. He should have failed. He would have failed if not for a convinient Pattern Spider. And so, when Astrea woke up, it was to find her disease cured and Albert a Solar Exalt.
Thanking him heartily, Astrea asked the young man what he wanted in return. The response was: "To help you. And to help people so that those who are more powerful do not harm those who are not."
The response was a smile, and Albert stayed several months more. Then, after successfully learning Sorcery, he left.
Other: Albert likes both genders, but unlike my previous RPs, this is immaterial. Albert will not romance anyone in this game.
Second Name: Surveyor and Adoptive Son of the Third Incarnation of Salina.
Caste/Aspect & Exalt: Twilight Caste Solar Exalted
Albert's Anima Banner is a vivid aurora borealis of gold and leaf-green colors that shifts into a holographic forest of gold and green trees as more motes of energy are invested.
Limit Break: Being captured, imprisoned, chained, restrained for longer than a few seconds, or otherwise being in the power of another being against his will.
The expression of said limit break is an overwhelming sense of despair and an urge to do the will of the person who restrained or coerced him.
Gender: Male.
Age: 14
Birthplace: A small kingdom in the Scavenger Lands.
Appearance Description:
Gear:
- Silken Armor (Silk clothes that are as strong as tempered steel yet as soft as fine cloth).
- Extraordinary Crafting Tools.
- Fine Dagger.
- Light Chakram.
- Medicine Pouch.
- Surgery Kit.
- A few books and writing materials (edit).
Skills:
Albert's strongest area is sorcery and magic; he has paid the price to attain the Terrestrial Circle of Sorcery by a pact with the Elemental Lord of Fire. His next strongest his skill in craftsmanship, both mundane and magical. Despite his seemingly weak build, he can repair almost every mundane and magical item, including a few Artifacts. His third best is in Medicine, as he can cure diseases both mundane and mystic. After that is a fairly even spread between knowledge of history, knowledge of athletics (although some say he cheated with magic), and knowledge on how to use thrown and light melee weapons.
He also knows some bureaucracy, stealth, magically better endurance and physical resistance than most mortals, and can resist having his personal form altered magically. Oh, and has decent investigation.
Intimacies:
- For legitimate differences not to lead to abuse of power (Defining).
- My friends, whoever they may be (Major, Positive).
- Slavery, I hate it. (Major, Negative).
- My Adoptive Mother, Astrea: Heir to Salina's Legacy. (Major, Positive).
Personality: A few words or sentences to describe your character, but short enough to allow for heavy character development.
Albert is naturally skeptical of the idea that legitimate differences in power, intelligence, and physical attributes entitle one to preferment. To him, abuse against the innocent is wrong, period; it is even more wrong if it is part of a system. He has no truck with philosophical systems or political theories that amount to 'oppressing the weak', and prefers that people live life in happiness and peace. Despite this, he is no anarchist; he beleives that strength and the organization of strength are needed to protect the weak. However, safeguards and safety valves need to be placed in any political system, just like they are placed in machines.
Biography: Albert was born in an obscure kingdom in the Scavenger Lands, to a family of merchants. Thus, the boy learned literacy and basic maths, and was able to afford books of stories, lore, and history. However, he did not seem destined for greatness until another, larger kingdom attacked, ravaging the countryside and besieging the capital city, which held out for several months before finally falling to the ravenous hordes. Even then, he didn't seem fated for more than being just another slave, especially after his father was killed for his money by the opposing kingdom's troops while he himself was taken to the Guild merchants who had followed the conquering army.
He was thirteen then, and his life seemed over. Then one of the Guild personnel, a tall man clad in finer clothes than Albert or his father can afford, came towards him and said, "I have a client who wants smart children. Smart, discreete children who are still innocent. So if you want to avoid the worst parts of being a slave, come with me. Otherwise, you can stay here and suffer."
Albert wasn't foolish; he knew what awaited him at the slave markets of Nexus. So he accepted the mysterious Guildsman's offer, and he was led to another cart, which then wheeled around to turn north. There, he and a few other children were transferred to another vehicle, then another, and so on until they lost all sense of direction.
Finally, the group's current vehicle ended up in a city of gears and pistons, where great engines whose names were unknown to him operated. There, a woman with long hair that was colored like mixed orichalcum and moonsilver who simple but clean robes went towards him and the other children, who had been herded to join a crowd of other young slaves. She would then introduce herself, "My name is Astrea: Heir to Salina's Legacy, chosen of the Unconquered Sun. And I intend to free you."
It turns out, Astrea was one of the 'Anathema', but Albert can hardly care. She was also the third incarnation of Salina, a Solar Exalted from the First Age who had successfully tricked her fellow Exalted into rewriting reality to grant Sorcery to Mortals who worked hard enough. Now that awed Albert. Astrea was more willing to work 'within the system' than Salina was, even to the point of buying slaves to free them immediately afterwards, but hated abuse of authority and power just as much as Salina did; perhaps even more because she didn't believe that people were innately good like her previous incarnation had.
And so, for several months, Albert learned more lore of magic and technology from Astrea than most people (even Exalted) could in a lifetime. His sense of gratitude grew and grew, especially as he and the other children noticed that Perpetuator, although she put up a strong and maternal front, was sick with...something. Said something was a Wyld Cancer gained from a trip to the borders of Creation And as soon as he realized this, Albert knew he had to do something; this kind and generous woman could not be allowed to die!
So the young man waited till Astrea was sleeping, being exhausted because of the strain fo fighting the disease. Taking the hazard suit he and all the other children had been given, and grasping some anastethic and a set of fine tools made in the First Age itself, he went to work on Astrea's sickened body, trying to root out the Wyld Cancer. He should have failed. He would have failed if not for a convinient Pattern Spider. And so, when Astrea woke up, it was to find her disease cured and Albert a Solar Exalt.
Thanking him heartily, Astrea asked the young man what he wanted in return. The response was: "To help you. And to help people so that those who are more powerful do not harm those who are not."
The response was a smile, and Albert stayed several months more. Then, after successfully learning Sorcery, he left.
Other: Albert likes both genders, but unlike my previous RPs, this is immaterial. Albert will not romance anyone in this game.
Albert, Tabletop Version.
Note: Tabletop Version is only a rough guideline to Albert's skills, stats, and Charms; the kid is more powerful than portrayed in the Tabletop Version. In fact, it's best to ignore the Charms List completely.
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Lady Shuozhen
“It is our burden to bear as children of the Scarlet Dynasty to protect the defenseless.”
Name:
Mnemon Shuozhen
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Second Name:
Star Scorning Princess of the Divine Heavens
Caste:
Limit Break:
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Gender:
Female
Age:
24
Birthplace:
Imperial City, Blessed Isle
Appearance Description:
The granddaughter of the Scarlet Empress through her daughter Mnemon, it bears no surprise that Shuozhen has inherited the appearance of her forebears. Shuozhen is shorter than her fraternal twin sister, Karilis, though the differences tend to stop at their height and fashion sense. Shuozhen’s hair runs as hot as her forebears, though the time where she cared about her appearance has long since passed. Instead of wearing her hair prim, proper, and free-flowing it is now drawn into disorderly twin strands – though Shuozhen has considered in the recent weeks if it would be just wiser to just be done with it and take the sword to her hair.
Gear:
Unsurprisingly, Shuozhen doesn’t have many possessions. In fact, the only thing she has not parted with from her time at the imperial capital is her sword – or more specifically, a reaper daiklave that was given to her directly by her mother as a reward for being dutiful to the weapon arts.
Skills:
Sword Expertise: Shuozhen has been trained as a duelist in the weapon arts since she showed interest at a young age. This is noteworthy as she has defeated taller and stronger opponents based on skill alone. This is largely due to the numerous competitive bouts Shuozhen was forced to endure as a child against her taller and equally as capable sister.
Royal Education: Shuozhen has the benefits of an imperial education including but not limited to: language, history, politics, and religion.
Royal Education: Shuozhen has the benefits of an imperial education including but not limited to: language, history, politics, and religion.
Intimacies:
- I refuse to be ashamed of who I am, no matter who tries to bring me shame.
- If I give my word, it is my oath and I will not break it.
- My family has historically been oppressors, so I have sworn to protect the helpless and poor of all nations from harm and misery.
- Of everything, I need to learn everything about my exaltation and the truth my people have hidden about the Solars.
- There is a reason why I have been exalted, there has to be. It helps define who I am and gives me purpose.
Personality:
Whereas her sister runs hot with strong emotional impulses, Shuozhen is the direct opposite. In fact, Shuozhen doesn’t like conversation in the slightest and often approaches conversations with the mindset that less is more; choosing her words as carefully as she draws her sword, but decisively so. Many people have considered Shuozhen “cold”, some of which amongst her own dynast. But as cold, distant, and ruthless as Shuozhen may appear this much is not the case. In fact, Shuozhen cares much of the plight of others and has taken to heart codes of fair play, honor, and just cause when she looks at a situation. In fact, she cares so much for others that she values their lives over her own to the point of selflessness. Shuozhen does not understand or empathize with people who are callous, manipulative, and wroth; especially to those who have nothing and cannot protect themselves. These are ideals she came to have by her own free will and are part of the reason she became disenfranchised from her peers within the nobility and bureaucracy.
Biography:
Mnemon Shuozhen’s story begins in the imperial capital at the heart of the Blessed Isle twenty-four years ago.
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Other:
Shuozhen’s anima is amber – particularly closer to the gold end of the spectrum than the red.
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