[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}


[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}



[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}





[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}



[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}


[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}





[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}
Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

• Natural Connection:
  Numas has an excellent understanding of plants and their properties. They can recognize most plants for the various abilities and support they can offer. This is exceptionally proficient in the marshlands, though some of this knowledge does trickle over into other locations.
• Witch Doctor: Beyond knowing plants well, they also know certain charms and enchantments that, when combined with other aspects of nature, can become powerful healing concoctions or other such potions and salves. This is made of a combination of their own research, their mother's time as witch doctor, and other sources.
• Interpretation:

Sometimes Numas will bring their followers into trances via various hallucinogens. Numas can recognize symbolism in various dreams or hallucinations and use them to understand what is trying to be said by the incorporeal forces of the world. This is generally where some of Numas' absurd plans come from.

• High Constitution: Numas' experience in the wilderness with plants have rendered them immune to many poisons and toxins. In a pinch, they can eat things that would make most other people sick or dead with a much less severe reaction.
• Slow and Painful: Their witch doctoring can work in reverse as well. They know how to concoct lethal poisons that could strike opponents down very quickly when administered.
• Wierd and Wirey: Numas tends to avoid fights whenever possible, but if they must their movements and actions are incredibly unpredictable and strange. Their flexibility and agility confuse opponents, then usually they try to strike with a poison and run away.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}
Regardless of their human form, an explosion of color always appears behind their eyes before their powers activate.

Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

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Weakest Ability: Here Comes a Thought

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Xyxis came into existence when humans developed Abstract Thought: of ideas beyond surviving, and when questions rose beyond "how am I going to survive?"
This questions their entire being. It forces them to confront what they do from day to day, to confront the position they have and the choices they make. It could bring everything they've worked for into question, then it could bring it all tumbling down. Depending on the being, this question could reveal doors they've never recognized, or force them into a mental breakdown.

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Moderate Ability: Beyond Representation

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The human form moves into a trance state, forcing them to create large abstract artworks that can confound and distract others.
The artwork is supercharged with magickal force, which brings all that look upon it to open their minds to the world beyond their own. This could be incredibly overwhleming for those that have never understood it before, though in the right groups it could spark a movement, or a revolution, or incapacitate them all with their own tears and their own questions about the universe.

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Strongest Ability: Eldritch Madness

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In their early days, Xyxis attempted to use abstraction to create new life. The result was horror incarnate, and ideas so strong they drove people to insanity.

"The Eldritch Abomination is a type of creature defined by its disregard for the natural laws of the universe as we understand them. They are grotesque mockeries of reality beyond comprehension whose disturbing otherness cannot be encompassed in any mortal tongue." - TVTropes



[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}
- two sharp daggers made of weak metal. A slot down the middle of them leaves space for poison
- numerous packs and bags filled with all sorts of natural materials
- a long staff that seems to curve into a square at the end, for walking and other things
- a totem for the Gods, and some incense sticks created to induce spiritual hallucination
- a bowl for mixing, and pestle for crushing

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}

This will be my color for conversation.

Above the Rumasra Tribe is given some background and detail.

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

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O _{V E R V I E W :}

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N _{A R C I S S A}

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V _{A L E R I E}

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(Blueflame would go down here)

[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}


[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}



[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}





[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}


[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}



[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}





[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}
Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

• PerformanceAzira is proficient in flattery, and usually faces no issue in using this to get what she wants, particularly when it comes to the opposite gender or those sexually attracted to them. One of their greatest skills is the mask they wear to convince others of their usefulness
• PerceptionAzira is quite skilled at reading people. She's become proficient in acknowledging the body language and behaviour of people and she can usually tell what someone is "actually" trying to say.
• Nimble HandsUsually finding something to barter with, Azira became pretty good at making small things out of the dirt or the nature around them and selling it on the road. This could be beneficial in the way of lockpicking or pickpocketing as well. Untying knots? No problem!

• ScavengerWhile Azira was usually exempt from hunting (or she would find someone to do it for her), she became great at looking through places, finding plants and fruits and small rodents that were edible with her own hands and finding what she needed to keep going.
• Brute StrengthHiding behind her delicate persona is a woman of dangerous strength. She can overpower most woman and men her size and she isn't above strangling someone or using her hands to kill. When on the road, sometimes you'd have to break the sturdy bones of your kill.
• Daggers Almost a Rumasra staple, Azira is great at using daggers both in direct combat and stealth. She's smart enough to know that going for the kill is the best way to mke it out alive

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}
These will unlock as we continue.



Patron of Lies
]Sigma knows of the lies people tell to hide their shames and their sorrows.

Angel of Image
How much of you is the True Self? Or is it just a mask you wear?


The Corrupted Masterpiece
Sigma is painfully aware of the self they have lost, and the secrets the carry continue to churn their soul.


[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}
- Two ornate Daggers of Karill origin
- a white performance mask
- A silver ring, representing her loyalty to the Karill leader

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}
Colour Code: 18A0B3

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

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O _{V E R V I E W :}

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F _{L O R A N} C _{E S T A N Z}

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O _{P H E L I A}

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F _{E I R}

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PERSONALITY

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BIOGRAPHY

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GEAR

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Extra: He's fairly decent when it comes to repairing computers and mild programming. He's built a site that sells art and cheaper computer parts (among other things) and drinks a lot of coffee.

Cazzio dedicated himself to understanding the world beyond after a chance encounter with a spirit at a young age. Unable to identify its true identity and only being offered a word in explanation was enough to convince him to tread down the path of understanding the spirit. While his research usually involved gravedigging and reading through more nefarious texts, Cazzio has managed to harness astral power as his own.
When he begins to call upon the powers he’s harnessed, blue lines ignite and trace up from his palms, around his arms, and even crossing his face. The more magic he uses, the more these bars start to lose their glow (starting from the top, going downwards)

The First Rite – Astral Flame: Cazzio calls on the bonds he’s formed with the hidden beings of shadow to create ghastly fire meant to burn through material and cause serious damage. The fire cannot pass through consecrated iron or holy symbols, but the white-blue flames become his main method of attack in most combat scenarios. The fire can be shaped or used as desired (be it defense or a number of methods of offense) and is rumored to even burn away at the soul if it consumes all else.
The flames are also significantly stronger the darker it is, and weaker in direct sunlight.
The burns sustained from his fire are rumored to never heal, but they eventually fade in a few weeks or with magical intervention.

The Second Rite – Unfinished Business: – Cazzio calls on the spirits to reach outwards with their regrets and woes. This manifests as a powerful scream that causes serious discomfort and sometimes pure fear in the eyes of his opponents as they see the images of the beyond. If the enemy is close enough, then the spirit force will repel the opponent away from him and give a little space to continue use of his other powers.

The Third Rite – Astral Baptism: – Taking the Astral Flame to the next level, Cazzio bathes himself in flame and takes on a stronger, more hellish form. His face takes on the form of a skull and his whole body starts to burn with the astral fire. While in this form, his magic slowly depletes and use of his other powers deplete his magic much faster in exchange for a boosted power. His body becomes more resilient to physical attacks, though he becomes extreme susceptible to holy symbols, consecrated iron, and magic light used in an offensive stance against him. The fire on his body does burn to the touch, and he does get an extended strength, though normally he can only maintain the form for 3-5 minutes before the fire starts to burn away at his own mortal coil. Superficial burns tend to cover his body if he pushes this form too far.

The Fourth Rite – Astral Projection: – After undergoing the Astral Baptism, Cazzio can release a spirit from himself to reach forward in an astral form either to distract, restrain, or scare. The ghost disappears when subjected to similar weaknesses, but it can hold a person down by the hands or wrists, is indistinguishable from Cazzio’s actual body in the night time, and can only communicate through cold whispers and loud screams.

The Final Rite – Last Testament: – a last-ditch effort in most situations, Cazzio wills the fire surrounding him to spread and burst outwards while allowing spirits to take him over. Cazzio immolates himself in the fire and takes his opponents with him as the astral flame bursts outwards from him and captures everyone in the area. The fire is relentless and eats away even at his own body as the ground cracks beneath his feet and the spirits of those past fly upwards to claim any that cannot resist the fire. In the process, Cazzio expends all his magic, and if he doesn’t have enough he sustains a serious amount of damage both to his body and to his soul.





Cazzio tends to be a bit of a defeatist when it comes to the path of humanity. He will talk your ear off for ages about whatever he’s been reading at the time regardless of subject matter and he’s very bad at reading the room. He’s known to spend whole battles attempting deep conversation with the opponent regardless of the intensity of the battle, and no one has really been able to figure out how to get him to start talking since the beginning of the universe.

Despite his general disappointment in people, he tends to have a deep respect for the members of the academy because of their dedication to a craft, and he isn’t shy when it comes to admitting to that admiration. As such despite how he sounds he can be quite personable and bubbly in the right situations. The fastest way to become friends with Cazzio is to ask interesting questions, especially ones he doesn’t know the answer to.

That being said, Cazzio is terrified of those in charge and those obsessed with power. He’s always expected these sorts of hierarchies to fail him, and his communion with some spirits have done little to dissuade him of this opinion. His attempts to make himself seem stronger tend to falter when faced with vicious adversaries or superiors generally have the opposite effect thanks to his usual earnestness. Even so, he hates people making assumptions about him and his abilities. His power may come with an uncomfortable reputation, but he worked hard to earn it, and those that assume he didn’t, or that it is only because of some pact that he is strong are wrong and he will be sure to let you know that.


Cazzio grew up in a small village to the east of Zauberheim where he, like many young children, spent most of his days assisting with farm work, running errands for friends and family, or generally getting into hijinks. He was a very bored kid, which often got him into all kinds of trouble when he went looking for something to do.

“With all this work to be done, how’re you bored?” was a common line from his father when he was found sneaking out to the barn at night or drawing in places where he wasn’t supposed to be. Eventually, through some odd connections and the nature of a small farming town, Cazzio found his way to Lady Renaile’s doorstep.

Most people stayed away from the elderly lady that lived at the edge of the village, mainly to offer her some privacy, but most also knew her story. Supposedly she was an elven woman who used to be an accomplished sorceress in her day, but had decided in her older age to settle down in a quiet place and take some time just to relax. As such, she was one of the few people in town with a collection of books from her journey of adventures, and many other magical items that would require quite an explanation.

Through Cazzio, the pair struck up a curious relationship. She found a boy desperate for knowledge, for any way of getting out of this boring situation, so she taught him how to read. It started with simple fiction and old textbooks stored away, but eventually she started to gain a bit of intuition on the boy and realized that there was potential there for a magical gift. She put it to the test with an ancient tome that once belonged to quite the powerful mage, and through the boy’s studies of the tome his whole perspective started to change.

He witnessed his first ghost in his own barn one night. He had taken the book home as he normally would to seek through the pages, and through a flash of blue light suddenly he was seeing the world differently. In fact, he witnessed an old spirit appear right in the middle of his barn that night – an old man with a long beard and a bald head. It was what the tome had described as First Contact, and through this contact his powers caught a spark and never faded away. The blue lines traced up his body in spirals and sigils, his eyes changed from a deep brown to an icy blue, and with the help of Renaile and the spirit he trained enough to access his First Rite.

The town started to grow weary of the “cursed boy” as they called him. His parents grew hesitant around him, and he paid them little mind as he continued to pursue his studies. He was only discovered by the Seraph Academy when one of the merchants had travelled through to the big city, bringing with him the rumors of the Haunted Farm Boy.

They came for him first, inviting him to come with them to the academy right away, but Renaile denied them the first time, saying that he would only come to the school when he was ready. And three years later, with her blessing, he left on his own pilgrimage to the walled city, set to acquire more knowledge about not only magic, but society in general.

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Cazzio took a deep breath as his dirtied boots met cobblestone instead of dirt and he stepped into the capital. Already the boy's eyes were alight with wonder as he tugged at the small bag wrapped around his back and wandered forward. Already he knew that Renaile wasn't lying when she had told him about this place.

The city was huge. Bigger than huge. Even as he dodged a crowd of muttering citizens (many of whom with features he'd never seen on a person) he finally felt a little comfort in letting down his hood. It became clear that the markings that accompanied his magic power would do little to help him stand out, especially when he witnessed a woman grin at a corner as the poles she juggled shimmered and shifted without regret.

Maybe... she would know?

"Uhm, Excuse me, Ma'am," Cazzio called, doing little to hide the commoner's accent that had grown up as his own, "D'you think you could direct me to the Seraph Academy?"

The woman looked down at him for a moment, and without moving her hands the juggling poles hung in the air, the glittering points all pointed in one direction as the small crowd gathering let out a little applause. With a nod, and a drop of the last of his coins into the tin plate at her feet he made his way off in that direction.

With a nose in a book for most of his upbringing, his sense of direction was perhaps not the best. As a straight direction turned into one alley and then the next, he was prepared to turn around and start all over again when a familiar sound rushed by his ear, followed by the cold touch of a unique force.

He snapped his fingers, and in a moment his eyes were alight with his astral fire. Sure enough, floating at the corner of the hallway was an glowing, translucent dog staring back at him with its hollow eyes. Cazzio thought he'd been able to ignore things like this, but perhaps the crowds and the new experience that was the city was enough of a distraction to let his guard down. Other than warn him of its presence, however, the dog did little.

"You wouldn't know how to get to the Academy, would ya?"

The dog vanished in a flash of bluish flame, and the bright light forced Cazzio to shield his eyes. Only a moment later did they open, and in doing so he found himself standing in the middle of an intersection, with a large, dominant building hanging over him.

"I hate it when they do that..." he muttered to himself, but the thought was soon lost when he saw the sign.

Seraph Academy, already waiting. And with the letter bunched up in his back pocket, he was ready to get started.