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Crimson Raven *Rolls a Nat 1*
Member
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Name:
- Kyogen Kage, The Blind Fool
Kyogen (虚言): falsehood, or alternately Kyōgen (狂言) meaning mad words, or wild speech
Kage (影): shadow
(Note: Not his birth name, but rather an assumed name.)
Age
- 23
Totem
- Shadow/Darkness
Appearance
- Kyogen is a man of slighly over medium height, built muscular and lean out of whipcord and rawhide. He has pale skin and unusually early long silver hair that looks to be in dire need of a cut. He bears on his body the scars of battle, obviously no stanger to battle.
His most notable feature is the heavy black cloth he wears over his eyes and around his neck like a scarf. He never removes it, never seen without it. He wears a leather dark outfit that is ment more for ease of movement then protection. Possibly also worn because he has an odd sense of style. The manacle on his wrist with a broken chain is an object of curiosity, but any attempts to talk about it are easily deflected. He weapon of choice is a long, thick, curved stygian blade that vaguely resembles a katana. When he doesn’t need it, it will dissolve into shadow, but it can be quickly and easily summoned again.
He has an easy laugh and a pleasant, young voice.
Personality
- Kyogen’s personality is...the complete opposite of what most people assume. He is a cheerful, humorous, kind, and laid-back man. He addresses people casually, regardless of rank, usually their first names, or a nickname with few or no honorifics attached. He is quick with a laugh or a joke, often the the point of annoyance. He often goofs off, seemingly incapable of taking anything seriously, causing many to lable him as a complete buffoon. He delights in being flamboyant and eccentric, acting up as if he was on a stage. Aside from that, he takes a practical view on life. His personal code is a lax one, holding his life above all others. However, he still retains vestiges of something approaching a samurai’s honor. He believes that all are equal, from the lowest peasant to the highest lord. Curiously, he sees using violence as pointless, believing that it will never make real change, yet he still will fight for what he believes in. He knows nothing else. Vengeance, too, he believes is in vain.
Strengths
- Mei Ken:
Classically trained in several styles of Kenjutsu and Martial arts he melds them into a fast, sweeping, loose-limbed style that takes its main strength from its speed, flexibility, and unpredictability. This combined with his innate talent with the sword make him a formidable swordsman. But, its not just just his sword and he uses to fight. He practices a made-up style he mockingly calls “Mei Ken” (冥剣) or Dark Sword. This style allows him to manipulate his shadow, to control it at will, or make it substantial. He is able to use it to attack, defend, or entangle an opponent. The shadow, when tangible, is rather strong but it can be cut or broken. However this is futile, as doing so does not cause any harm. The actual strength of it depends on the darkness of the shadow he casts, with fainter being weaker and darker being stronger. The shadow has an effective range of about ten to twenty feet, again depending on the level of light. At night, his abilities are at their max, and he can create a doppelgänger out of his shadow which can fight alongside him, at the cost of losing any other Mei Ken abilities.
Music:
Fighting is what he does best, but strangely he has an inborn love of music. He plays a little shakuhachi, which he keeps with him.
Survival:
He is used to “roughing it”, and has a wide knowledge of survival skills, lighting campfires, setting snares, knowing what plants are good to eat or are medicinal in nature, along with preparing animals to be cooked. His cooking skills, however, leave something to be desired. Its ediable...mostly.
Keen Sense:
All his senses, besides sight, are extraordinarily good, to where he can feel the faintest breeze on his skin, smell its fragrance, and hear its sigh.
Folly:
His pitch-black sword is more than an ordinary sword. It still rusts and requires sharpening and care, but the metal will regenerate quickly, even from being broken, and it can hold an exceedingly sharp edge. He can pulled it out of his shadow and dismiss it back as easily as drawing or sheathing it. It casts an eerily twisted shadow...
Master of Naps:
On top of all that, he is a master sleeper, able to spend hours on end, dozing and he has developed the ability fall asleep in nearly any position nigh instantly.
Weaknesses
- Blind:
Claims to be blind, and the cloth over his eyes is too thick and dark to see through, yet he always seems to have a good grasp of his immediate surroundings without having to look, except for doors.
Doors:
Doors frustrate him. He has a long-standing grudge against any and all types of doors, and will go out of his way to destroy them if he can.
Inexperience:
He is still inexperienced with his Mei Ken. Also, its power waxes and wanes depending on the level of light.
Bad Cook:
He can’t cook very well.
Too Keen Senses:
Loud sounds can be painful, due to his exceptional hearing, while bad smells can be debilitating. Pain, too is felt more intensely, although he has a high pain tolerance.
Theme
[song pending]
He was something usual, something revolutionary, a peasant taken in and trained as a Samurai. This was die to his phenomenal skill with a sword, amd on the technicality that his many greats grand uncle was a samurai of some note at one point. As you can imagine, this planted seeds of hate in those that held to the superiority mindset. Even worse, Kyogen grew full of himself, and ironically grew arrogant himself. This contued for some years until a wealthy noble’s son, who kyo had wrong in the past, was passed over for a position guarding a shogan, a bery high honor. Instead, Kyo was chosen.
Less then a week after the decision was made, the scorned nobleman gathered his friends and men, and their men, and they ambushed Kyo. Against such odds he was subdued quickly. The official lie told is that bandits met him on the road, and while the nobleman rode to help, they were too late, Kyo had been killed, such a tragedy ect ect. No body was produced, and nobody cared. Well, most people.
Kyo was intead imprisoned in this man’s keep, and torchered. He had the character Haji (shame) carved into his forehead, and then he was shown a mirror. They carved his eyes out so the last thing he would ever see is the Haji carved into his forehead.
He was torchered brutally for months, but they were careful not to permanently harm him any more. They had something crueler in mind. They would let him go. A blind, starved man, dropped into the wilderness.
He survived by luck and a chance meeting with a demon that for an arrangement(undecided), would lend him power. Power for a certain purpose (undecided)
So then, in his shame, he took up the sword and a new name.
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Crimson Raven *Rolls a Nat 1*
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"We are as we live; not as we wish to be."
Name:
Yasuhiro Haru (靖宏春) The First Son of the Sword
Yasu (安) meaning "peace, quiet" combined with 央 (hiro) meaning "centre, middle".
Haru (春): spring
Age:
- 50
Totem
- Serenity
Appearance
- Yasuhiro is a tall, broad, heavily built man who looms over most people. He is almost always seen wearing the traditional outfit of a sensuō monk, consisting of a tengai (the basket-like headpiece) a kimono, an O-kuwara (the garment worn over the shoulder), the kyahan shin coverings, tabi socks, and a pair of waraji sandals on his feet. His voice, though muffled by the tengai, is a deep and rich bartone, the kind that carries across a room. His skin is rough and tan, and his clothing, travel-worn signifying that he spends much of his time traveling.
Beneath the tengai, his face could be described as passably handsome, with a strong chin and prominent cheekbones. He has startlingly intense green eyes, and once black hair that has mostly gone gray. But his most notable feature is a large, nasty scar that runs from the left side of his hairline, down between his eyes, to end on his right cheek.
Personality
- Yasuhiro is a, ultimately, a principled man. He carries a very strong pride and rigid ideals that he holds himself and the people around him to. He is a man who throws his entire being into whatever he does. He is not rash, nor given to rushing in. Nor however, does he hesitate. He goes through life in a calm, thoughtful, and steady manner. From the way he speaks to the way he acts, he gives off the sense of infinite calm. However, one thing he has never been able to rid himself of is a powerful temper. He has patience worthy of a monk, but when he becomes angry, his anger explodes with terrifying fury.
In some ways, he is a study in contradictions. He carries with him the samurai ideals combined with the ideals of a monk. He is humble, yet he still carries a fierce pride. He enjoys fighting, yet he loves peace more. It is the goal of his spiritual journey to find a way to live with both of these in balance.
At heart, he is a kind man. He takes great pleasure in the simple things in life: good food, laughter, and especially music. To him, music is a special thing, tantamount to a spiritual experience. Yet there was a time in his life where he set aside his music and peaceful ways. He became a man of war; strong, tough, and callus. He still carries with him these things in a stern shell he wears daily.
One of his core beliefs is that all people are inherently equal, peasants, foreigners, samurai, and nobility alike As such, he strives to treat them equally, and teach others to do the same. Yet another of his contradictions, he is also loyal to his country and its laws.
Strengths
- The Warrior:
He is no stranger to the art of war. He has studied to be a samurai from a young age, having martial arts and tactics drilled into his head and hands. He has lead men to victory both on and off the battlefield. Above all else, his swordsmanship was once famous across the land, though it is no longer since he abandoned it. Still, he is a fair hand in a fight even without his sword.
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His clan's style of fighting, much like how he lives, is a balanced and patient style. As with most styles it was handed down generation to generation, refined and changed each time. Its key principles are Flexibility and Control. Flexbility, not to stick to rigid forms, but to be able to adapt to a situation, while taking every advantage of any opportunity. And Control, never moving too fast, never moving too slow, but remaning in contol of one self and the battle from start to finish.
In battle, he is the center of absolute calm. He move when and only as fast as he needs to with maximum efficiency. He fights like a shogi player, every movement has a purpose that is hidden until it is too late. His greatest skill was his mastery of the iaidō.
The Musician:
His skill with the sword is second only to his skill with a Shakuhachi. It is his instrument of choice and his favorite pass time.
The Monk:
In keeping with hos vows as a monk, he restrains himself from excess and materialism. He practices meditation and seeks enlightenment, although he has his doubts.
The Noble:
Born into nobility as a Samurai, he received a well balanced education as well as military training. He is literate and has read on a wide variety of subjects from medicine to philosophy. He is intimately familiar with politics, though he carries a massive disdain for them in general. However, though he was once the head of his clan, they oused him in dishonor
A detailed list of things your character is good at. It should be noted that everyone in the group should be a skilled warrior in their field, so feel free to list combative skills here, but it would help to not only be useful in a fight. Specific fighting styles should be listed here.
Weaknesses
- A Vow:
Yasuhiro has sworn to never wield a sword, ever again. Instead, he has resolved to devote himself to the path of peace, trying to solve life's problems with out violence. However, he is no fool, the knows the world doesn't work like that, so when push comes to shove, he will fight. But only to defend others and his life. For a weapon, and meditive purposes, he carries a khakkhara staff.
Age:
Whether he will admit it or not, he is getting on in years. However, careful training has kept his mind and body as sharp as ever.
Temper:
Though normally a kind and patient person, if he is ever pushed over the edge he explodes with fury. He also holds a grudge like no one else.
Medicant:
He owns very little and had no stable job, instead he wanders all over, relying on charitable donations and, unlike most monks, whatever menial work he can find. Straight out begging, he feels is beneath him. Not a very enviable life, but one he lives.
Rōnin:
As once a samurai, he is technically a rōnin as well as a monk. Even worse, he was once a very famous samurai. His actions, if not reasons, for abandoning his sword and his lord are well known. Most peasants would not reconize him, people of rank and importance in the northern cities would. While his status as a sensuō and the offical story that he "retired" keeps him from facing lawful arrest and or execution, many would be glad to see him dead for that and a number of reasons.
Theme
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Crimson Raven *Rolls a Nat 1*
Member
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“The Brighter the Flame...
...the Darker the Shadow it casts.”
Basic Info
Name:: Magus Lilith Astra
Nickname/Alias:: Shadow of Light, Kage
Gender:: Female
Age:: ~72 (looks 19 ish)
Date of Birth:: December 1, X697
Guild:: ?
Rank:: A
Personal Information
Personality::
The first thing most people notice about Kage right away is that, contrasing the mysterious persona she had going, she is a bit of an odd duck. Her mannerisms and actions often run contrary to common ‘normal’ behavior. She is also deeply superstitious, which goes some ways toward explaining some of her odd behavior. One thing that is abundantly clear is that she loves coffee with an unholy glee, and drinks it by the potful.
She is very independently minded and impatient, leading to difficulties working with her. Her failure to communicate doesn’t help much either. She is a woman of few words. Not out of shyness, she just doesn’t speak much. Instead she uses gestures and body language to covey her thoughts, if she bothers to do so at all.
But beneath these oddities and superstitions is a practical nature. She wastes little time in daydreaming or idleness, but prefers to do something useful.
The second thing to notice about her is her odd, dry but acutely acerbic sense of humour. Usually directed at someone. She somehow packs an entire punchline in just a significant glance.
Kage occasionally displays a child-like side that belays her actual age. This, coupled with a boundless curiosity and impusive behavior, makes her a certifiable magnet for trouble. And ince in trouble, its hard to get her out due to her stubbornness that puts mules to shame. Once she sets her mind to something, she will let nothing stop her.
She is slow to trust people, and generally pessimistic, but to those that are able to win her trust, they earn her undying loyalty. She would travel the world over, go through hell and back again for these people.
Family is, after all, very important.
Though pessimistic of people, she is amiable to strangers and people in general, though she has an odd way of showing it.
And yet there is something deep inside. A smoldering core of seething anger. Its well hidden, but combat brings it out. When fighting, she is terrifyingly ferocious and savage. Mercy is not a concept she is familiar with, and neither is holding back.
Appearance::
No matter the weather, Kage wears a heavy hooded navy blue cloak and a white mask. Primarily because she thinks it makes her look cool and mysterious but also because it shields her from the sun and light in general while providing plenty of shadow for her magic to work with.
Beneath the mask and cloak...she looks like an ordinary young woman in her late teens. Her hair is an ebony black, and her skin is pale from a lack of sunlight. Her most striking feature is her intense stormy grey eyes that almost look silver. She is of medium stature has the kind of body that makes men drool, though she doesn’t flaunt it.
History::
Kage’s life has been one long search, and yet she searches still. For the man she could call father and the mother she only barely remembers. For a place where she feels she belongs.
Her Father disappeared before she was born.
Her Mother disappeared but a few years later.
That left little-few-year-old her on the steps of an orphanage somewhere. The people there cared little about her, and the kids treated her as a freak due to her magic coming in, even at such a young age.
She ran away as soon as she was ten.
Place to place she ran, growing older. She bouched from magic guild to magic guild, using her burgeoning magic abilities to make some living. She was a precocious and lucky child, she escaped many attempts to take advantage of her, bad people who wanted her for their own ends along with several slavery attempts and successes. She grew up tough and she grew up mean. But also lonely and wondering exactly what purpose she had in life.
She isn’t sure at what point her running turned into a search, but over time, she decided that she was going to find her parents. No matter what. Maybe then she could make sense of her life.
Years passed in this way, and Kage steadily began to realize something about herself. She didn’t age like most people. She seemed to have hit a platue and never got any older. She watched in something like horror as people gradually aged and died around her, always leaving her in the end.
This further strengthened her resolve to find her parents and ask them who—or what—she was.
But it seemed like an impossible task. No one seemed to know who Ferrin or Asheila or even reconize their names. The only lead she ever got was when she was approached by an old woman one day.
“Child,” Said she. “You have the look of one who is looking for something.”
Kage just tilted her head at the old lady and said nothing. The hag’s milky white eyes stared out into he distance.
“A father, yes. Oh! And a mother too. A very unique pair those two.” She cackled. The woman then reached into a pocket and drew out a palm-sized stone. She extended a shaky hand toward Kage, offing the rock. “Take this,” She creaked. “And wait for him.”
Nonplussed, Kage accepted the stone and made a questioning gesture. The woman pattered her in the arm then turned and hobbled away on a cane. Try as she might, Kage couldn’t get another response out of the lady. Eventually, she lost her in the crowd. Later, a townsperson informed her that the old lady claimed to be a seer, but she was really just crazy. Nothing she ever said had come true.
But Kage couldn’t let go of that hope.
Now her search has lead her to the rivel guilds Harpy’s Wing and Golem’s Arm...
Magic
Magic Name:: Umbra magic
Description:: A powerful form of shadow magic, this magic turns the caster‘s very body into woven shadow. As long as she had magic and is conscious, physical attacks will pass right through her without harm. The caster can teleport short and long distances by passing through shadows, but the end destination tends to be slightly random and magic cost increases exponentially with distance. The caster can also pull things into their shadow and store them, similar to requip magic. Both their shadow and body can be molded into nearly any shape and made substantial or insubstantial at will. The power of this magic is in its free-form use, allowing for a large degree of adaptability. As a Shadow magic, it also includes elements of Darkness magic (her’s is a dull slate color) and Shade magic, the caster can utilize some of both.
Known Spells::
Shadow Body - More of a passive ability that turns her body into shadow, rendering physical attacks useless. It also allows her to change her body into any form she wishes. When in affect, her body becomes solid black and looses any humanistic features.
Shadow Puppets - Creates a number of figures that resemble twisted shadows with glowing eyes. These figures can move and fly at high speeds and are are difficult to hit with attacks but will usually disperse upon a successful hit. However, they can hide in inanimate objects that cast sufficient shadow. This provides them with a layer of protection and they can manipulate the object at will.
Erebus’ Shadow - A stronger Puppet that usually takes the form of a massive serpent. A resilient and dangerous foe.
Fulminating Darkness - An attack that uses several puppets to launch a wave of shadow. Moderately powerful.
Empty Night - Shrouds an area in thick, inky darkness. Only those with excellent night vision or an alternate from of sight can see through it. Quickly dispelled by light magic.
Shadow Slip - Allows the caster to use a shadow to travel anywhere that is shrouded in shadow. However, its a tricky and unpredictable spell. The magic required is high and increases exponentially with distance traveled.
Ruin - A fast but weak spell that fires an orb of shadow that detonates in an explosion of dark energy. Requires very little magic and can be cast rapidly.
Erebus’s Wrath - A gathering of dark energy around the caster that explodes outward in a massive storm. A fast and powerful spell that requires a lot of magic.
Erebus’ Gate - A powerful wide-range spell that briefly covers a circular area in shadow before unleashing dark energy over the area. Requires some time to cast.
Secret Technique: Erebus’ Eclipse -
”From darkness this world came
And to darkness it shall return.
Bring forth from Chaos
The darkness that consumes all light.”
Kage’s ace-in-the hole and her most powerful known spell. However, she uses a imperfect version that carries only a fraction of its original power. When casting, the light in an area dims greatly as invisible magic gathers. When cast, A pillar of solid darkness rises to the sky, surrounded by rings of pulsing dark energy. Inside the pillar, all light is consumed and the area is bathed in a continuous attack of ruinous dark power.
The trick of this spell is that the brighter the area inside and outside the pillar, the more light that is consumed and the stronger the spell. Even light magic is devoured. A single cast of this spell will completely drain Kage of magic. It also takes some time to prepare and cast.
Other
Combat ability - Outside of her magic...very little to speak of. She relies heavily on her power to fight, but has had very little training in physical or magic conbat. Almost everything she knows is self taught, through books, by watching others, or trial by fire.
Magical Aptitude - She could very well be considered a genius when it comes to magic. Both of her parents had incredible magical talent, which was passed on to her. Her very blood sings with magic.
Race - Kage is not completely human. That is evidently clear by her unnaturally long lifespan. But what she is and how she came to be that way...
Well, those answers are just many things she searches for.
Odd Mannerisms - Kage has many odd habits she has developed, like a tendency to stand in a person’s shadow, regardless of personal space, or to knock twice on a door frame when leaving a room. Ect.
Loves Music
Great at Charades
Likes making shadow puppets (not the spell)
Recovering Coffee rehab (loves coffee) Also brews the greatest coffee you will ever taste.
Relatives::
Missing Father and Mother; She doesn’t even know what her father looks like, and only barely remembers her mother. Her only clue to her father’s wereabouts are from an old and possibility mad woman who clamed to be a seer. The seer gaver her a rock and told her to “Wait for him.”
Which wasn’t very helpful.
None the less, she is hell-bent determined to find them.
Posseions::
A Mask and hooded Cloak
traveling equipment
Books for when she get bored
A massive mug, dedicated to coffee.
Several pounds of coffee beans, with a grinder and pot.
The rock the seer gave her. Other then a strange smoothness, it appears to be an ordinary, worthless stone. But Kage can’t bear to get rid of it.
Theme Song::
W.I.P
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Crimson Raven *Rolls a Nat 1*
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The Erlkönig's daughter
Personality: (2 well thought paragraphs)
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Out of your league
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Name:
Alias: The Erlkönig's daughter, princess of the WyldFae
Type: Wyld Fae
Actual Age: Unknown, the [youngest?] [oldest?] of his daughters
Apparent Age: (What age do you look?)
Gender: Female
Where do you Live in the Fae Realm:
Alias: The Erlkönig's daughter, princess of the WyldFae
Type: Wyld Fae
Actual Age: Unknown, the [youngest?] [oldest?] of his daughters
Apparent Age: (What age do you look?)
Gender: Female
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Personality
Personality: (2 well thought paragraphs)
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Out of your league
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"A wise man once told me thus: 'Revenge is never a straight line. It is a forest, and like a forest, it's easy to lose your way, to get lost, to forget where you came in.' ...but what does he know?”
Personality
Amara is a odd girl. She seems reserved and quiet. She doesn't speak often and when she does, she speaks softly. But don't mistake this for shyness or lack of self-confidence. She is a strong willed, confident, and stubborn girl. She has guts. And spunk. She is a girl of iron, grit, and rawhide. Once resolved, anything in her way is merely an obstacle to be overcome.
Yet, this isn't immediately obvious. She is polite and kind to most people, even strangers. She carries herself with confidence and more bearing then one would expect from someone so young, and despite her youth she behaves mature beyond her years. She is slow to anger, endlessly patient, and carries an absolute calm even in the most stressful situations. She is a rational and level-headed person.
But, she has a dark side. A side that lacks mercy, compassion, or forgiveness. She holds grudges like a merchant holds debts, and she will never let the unfortunate target know. Instead, she will smile and be nice to them for weeks on end—-only to get her revenge long after they have completely forgotten the insult. Amara is the last person you would want to piss off.
An then there is her rage. She burns with rage against the Librarium for what they did. A rage so hot, so, powerful, so bitter, it turned ice cold. If she could, she would single-handedly tear down the entire Librarium and slaughter anyone who gets in her way. And to her, this is logical. Like two and two make four, the Libraium. Must. Fall.
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Amara Themis Solidor was born from a tryst between a nobleman and beautiful, but poor woman. While considered an illegitimate child, her parents were in love, her father brought her mother in and made her his wife officially. Her father was a very high-ranking officer in the Librarium, as had been his father and his grandfather back many generations, thus their noble title. He childhood was, for a time happy. She had an older half brother and a little full brother.
But it didn't last.
She was eight when things began to go wrong. Her father was suddenly arrested and charged with treason. Rebellion, they said. Her older brother disappeared as well. She was forced to watch her father hang in a public execution. She will never forget the face of the one who could have spared him, but instead condemned him to death.
After he passed, their wealth was slowly taken away from them. They were pressured, politically and personally. For what reason, she did not know or even understand.
In their decline, they were refused even the simplest of help. A sickness took her younger brother, and without the right medicine, he died. Slowly and painfully.
Not long after he died, they came for her mother. She, now a girl of fourteen and her mother were arrested and declared traitors. Official story went that the mother fought back with forbidden magic and she and her child were killed rather than captured. The truth was, her mother struck a deal, then their 'death' and disturbance it cause was faked. Amara was quietly taken, and then tossed into a dark cell. Beyond that, however, they did nothing to her. She was brought three meals a day of decent quality, and the cell had a second room that contained a working bathroom, she was also delivered water and things to bathe once a day, along with a change of clothing. The main room was small but it was clean and it had a bed with blankets and a pillow. Not exactly luxury but it could have been far worse. The worse part was boredom and anxiety. She had nothing to do, except wait.
An unknown amount of time passed before they came for her. They seized her firmly and marched her through endless hallways then pushed her into a different room. Her mother was there. She was beaten, thin, haggard and most of her hair was grey, but it was still her mother. They tearfully embraced. But their reunion was cut short.
An ominous masked figure demanded to know where The Book was. Her mother came back with a reminder that part of the deal of her coming peacefully was that Amara was unharmed. The figure laughed and pointed out that, as she could see, her child was unharmed. And if she wanted her to stay that way, she would reveal to location of The Book. All this mostly went over Amara's head, but she was frightened of the man in the mask. Cruelty and sadism oozed from his every word, every gesture. Her mom called him a monster, to which he merely laughed and gave her two minutes to decide. Amara's mother looked at her, her eyes filled with such tender love for her child and a deep, resolute sadness. Amara would always remember that look. It was clearly hard, but in the end, her mother chose her child over some forgotten legacy. She used magic to pull the book from where it was hidden in Amara’s body. The deal she had struck stipulated that Amara was not to be harmed and was to be cared for. Which, technically, the masked man pointed out with obvious cruelty, she had been. Her hope was to hide the book with Amara and then kill herself, foiling the Libraium’s search for the book.
But, it had all gone wrong.
Now that they had no further use for the mother and daughter, they cast some magic on them. Not knowing what it was, Amara’s mother pushed her out of the way and out of the radius of the spell. When it vanished, she seemed unharmed, so Amara approached, calling out for her.
“W-who are you?” Amara’s mother asked.
Amara, frightened, her world crumbling around her and her mind breaking, called out again and crawled closer. They repeated the exchange. And then again. But suddenly, something broke in her mother’s mind. With sudden, feral ferocity, she leapt on Amara and tried to strangle her, screaming “Not my daughter!” Over and over. Her screams attracted the attention of the masked figures, who had been intent on the book. Even they were shocked at what they saw. One of them, out of kindness, or cruelty, drew a sword and rammed it into Amara’s mother, covering her with her blood.
“Not my daughter…but her ghost.” Were her last words, whispered in Amara’s ear.
That was the final blow that shattered the mind of the young girl.
She screamed. And Her magic awoke. She sent out a summon, seeking something to fill the sudden void in her. And someone did. Her screams stopped.
She stood calmly. "I am the First Summoner, Solomon." She proclaimed, the words falling like hammer blows. The being speaking through her with her mouth. "You who have hurt my daughter," He glared death at the masked figures. "Pick your god and pray that he lets you in."
The First Summoner proceeded to summon a trio: a dark-haired, golden-eyed man with a metal arm, a dark-haired girl with grey eyes and a masked pushed to one side, and a tall, inhumanly beautiful woman with a similar set of features to the girl. The man seemed to object to being summoned, but The First Summoner talked him down and pointed out he had better things to do, like chasing the fleeing masked men. He unwillingly did so, along with the woman. The girl, he commanded to stay with him.
Now that he had a moment, the Summoner wondered how this girl had managed to summon him. Then he saw the book on the table and it became clear. She had, on pure instinct, accomplished the impossible. She had used both her own blood and the book as catalysts and somehow summoned him.
He tucked the book away and walked over to the woman with sadness in his eyes. “Such a brave daughter. It wasn’t your fault. Rest now.” He reached down and close her eyes. When he stood up, he staggered. The girl didn’t have enough power to sustain her conjuring for long. He had to get her to safety. He realized calmly.
With unexpected help from one of the masked Librarians, The First Summoner managed to escape with Amara. A contact the traitor Librarian knew was able to get them on board the Cloud Chaser’s ship and the next thing Amara knew is that she was waking up in a bed on the ship. With the last remnants of his borrowed power, The First Summoner explained to her what had transpired, what she was, and gave her advice on what to do. He also transferred two summons contracts to her in hopes they were protect her in his stead. With that, his sprit vanished
Now, two years have passed…
In that time, Amara seemed to undergo a miraculous, incredible recovery. Almost too incredible to believe…
| Magic: |
Summoning
| Miscs : |
Centuries before the Lbrarium rose to power, a small splinter of mages split off from those that came from Fiore. They were mages who practiced an ancient, deep, and powerful magic: Summoners. They had come to find a place where they could practice and refine their magic in peace, unbeholden to king or country. Like the others, they made peace with the natives and learned to survive from them. They established a small village, which was creatively referred to as the Summoner’s Hamlet. Despite being in the depths of the jungle, it was a safe place to live due to being under the protection of the Summoner’s mighty eidolons.
Through the chaos that later plagued Pandora for centuries, the little haven was untouched by war. In fact, refugees and other sorts came from all over, seeking asylum. The Summoner’s Hamlet out grew it’s name, from a humble village to a small but beautiful city. It was eventually renamed to reflect the first thing many people called it when they first saw it: Arcadia. Paradise.
Part of the reason it was not visited by war was because of the stubbornly pacifistic nature of its many leaders. In their minds, protecting Arcadia’s people and magic was above all, in that order. The other part was the power the Summoner’s commanded. Whenever a new power came, they would establish a treaty with the conqueror, or simply surrender with only a few terms.
However when the Librarium came to power, they fought to preserve their freedom to practice magic.
Fought and lost. And their name was wiped from history, leaving behind nothing but ruins, a legend, and a book. That book was in the hands of one of few that escaped the fate the befell the city. It was then hidden and the secret of it’s location passed from parent to child for a century…
Through the chaos that later plagued Pandora for centuries, the little haven was untouched by war. In fact, refugees and other sorts came from all over, seeking asylum. The Summoner’s Hamlet out grew it’s name, from a humble village to a small but beautiful city. It was eventually renamed to reflect the first thing many people called it when they first saw it: Arcadia. Paradise.
Part of the reason it was not visited by war was because of the stubbornly pacifistic nature of its many leaders. In their minds, protecting Arcadia’s people and magic was above all, in that order. The other part was the power the Summoner’s commanded. Whenever a new power came, they would establish a treaty with the conqueror, or simply surrender with only a few terms.
However when the Librarium came to power, they fought to preserve their freedom to practice magic.
Fought and lost. And their name was wiped from history, leaving behind nothing but ruins, a legend, and a book. That book was in the hands of one of few that escaped the fate the befell the city. It was then hidden and the secret of it’s location passed from parent to child for a century…
Amara Themis Solidor was born from a tryst between a nobleman and beautiful, but poor woman. While considered an illegitimate child, her parents were in love, her father brought her mother in and made her his wife officially. Her father was a very high-ranking officer in the Librarium, as had been his father and his grandfather back many generations, thus their noble title. He childhood was, for a time happy. She had an older half brother and a little full brother.
But it didn't last.
She was eight when things began to go wrong. Her father was suddenly arrested and charged with treason. Rebellion, they said. Her older brother disappeared as well. She was forced to watch her father hang in a public execution. She will never forget the face of the one who could have spared him, but instead condemned him to death.
After he passed, their wealth was slowly taken away from them. They were pressured, politically and personally. For what reason, she did not know or even understand.
In their decline, they were refused even the simplest of help. A sickness took her younger brother, and without the right medicine, he died. Slowly and painfully.
Not long after he died, they came for her mother. She, now a girl of fourteen and her mother were arrested and declared traitors. Official story went that the mother fought back with forbidden magic and she and her child were killed rather than captured. The truth was, her mother struck a deal, then their 'death' and disturbance it cause was faked. Amara was quietly taken, and then tossed into a dark cell. Beyond that, however, they did nothing to her. She was brought three meals a day of decent quality, and the cell had a second room that contained a working bathroom, she was also delivered water and things to bathe once a day, along with a change of clothing. The main room was small but it was clean and it had a bed with blankets and a pillow. Not exactly luxury but it could have been far worse. The worse part was boredom and anxiety. She had nothing to do, except wait.
An unknown amount of time passed before they came for her. They seized her firmly and marched her through endless hallways then pushed her into a different room. Her mother was there. She was beaten, thin, haggard and most of her hair was grey, but it was still her mother. They tearfully embraced. But their reunion was cut short.
An ominous masked figure demanded to know where The Book was. Her mother came back with a reminder that part of the deal of her coming peacefully was that Amara was unharmed. The figure laughed and pointed out that, as she could see, her child was unharmed. And if she wanted her to stay that way, she would reveal to location of The Book. All this mostly went over Amara's head, but she was frightened of the man in the mask. Cruelty and sadism oozed from his every word, every gesture. Her mom called him a monster, to which he merely laughed and gave her two minutes to decide. Amara's mother looked at her, her eyes filled with such tender love for her child and a deep, resolute sadness. Amara would always remember that look. It was clearly hard, but in the end, her mother chose her child over some forgotten legacy. She used magic to pull the book from where it was hidden in Amara’s body. The deal she had struck stipulated that Amara was not to be harmed and was to be cared for. Which, technically, the masked man pointed out with obvious cruelty, she had been. Her hope was to hide the book with Amara and then kill herself, foiling the Libraium’s search for the book.
But, it had all gone wrong.
Now that they had no further use for the mother and daughter, they cast some magic on them. Not knowing what it was, Amara’s mother pushed her out of the way and out of the radius of the spell. When it vanished, she seemed unharmed, so Amara approached, calling out for her.
“W-who are you?” Amara’s mother asked.
Amara, frightened, her world crumbling around her and her mind breaking, called out again and crawled closer. They repeated the exchange. And then again. But suddenly, something broke in her mother’s mind. With sudden, feral ferocity, she leapt on Amara and tried to strangle her, screaming “Not my daughter!” Over and over. Her screams attracted the attention of the masked figures, who had been intent on the book. Even they were shocked at what they saw. One of them, out of kindness, or cruelty, drew a sword and rammed it into Amara’s mother, covering her with her blood.
“Not my daughter…but her ghost.” Were her last words, whispered in Amara’s ear.
That was the final blow that shattered the mind of the young girl.
She screamed. And Her magic awoke. She sent out a summon, seeking something to fill the sudden void in her. And someone did. Her screams stopped.
She stood calmly. "I am the First Summoner, Solomon." She proclaimed, the words falling like hammer blows. The being speaking through her with her mouth. "You who have hurt my daughter," He glared death at the masked figures. "Pick your god and pray that he lets you in."
The First Summoner proceeded to summon a trio: a dark-haired, golden-eyed man with a metal arm, a dark-haired girl with grey eyes and a masked pushed to one side, and a tall, inhumanly beautiful woman with a similar set of features to the girl. The man seemed to object to being summoned, but The First Summoner talked him down and pointed out he had better things to do, like chasing the fleeing masked men. He unwillingly did so, along with the woman. The girl, he commanded to stay with him.
Now that he had a moment, the Summoner wondered how this girl had managed to summon him. Then he saw the book on the table and it became clear. She had, on pure instinct, accomplished the impossible. She had used both her own blood and the book as catalysts and somehow summoned him.
He tucked the book away and walked over to the woman with sadness in his eyes. “Such a brave daughter. It wasn’t your fault. Rest now.” He reached down and close her eyes. When he stood up, he staggered. The girl didn’t have enough power to sustain her conjuring for long. He had to get her to safety. He realized calmly.
With unexpected help from one of the masked Librarians, The First Summoner managed to escape with Amara. A contact the traitor Librarian knew was able to get them on board the Cloud Chaser’s ship and the next thing Amara knew is that she was waking up in a bed on the ship. With the last remnants of his borrowed power, The First Summoner explained to her what had transpired, what she was, and gave her advice on what to do. He also transferred two summons contracts to her in hopes they were protect her in his stead. With that, his sprit vanished
Now, two years have passed…
In that time, Amara seemed to undergo a miraculous, incredible recovery. Almost too incredible to believe…
| Magic: |
Summoning
Summoning is a very broad term for a type of magic that contains many disciplines. The magic of Summoning has long been studied by the Solidor clan, passed down through generations which each spending their lives to study the art. Despite this, much is still not understood about the mystical art of Summoning.
Amara has talent in both Soul summoning and Conjuring, but little to no experience in them. She has a great amount of potential magic stores and power, but she has been unable to harness them properly so far. As of now, she only can pull out two or three medium summons or one big one before she gets completely exhausted. She can summon a great number of little critters easily, though. As for contracted summons, she has three, a Chimera, a minor Mythos monster, and two Einherjar; an easy-going sylvan swordsman named Quaid, and a honorable but bloodthirsty demon-sword-wielding samurai named Mifune.
Summoning is simply put, the ability to call upon and dismiss something at will. These can be living or non-living objects, however for reasons not understood, it is much easier to call living things then non-living things. Non-living things summoned are usually the result of a failed or flawed summoning, but not always. Requip magic is a subtype of summoning, using the same principals to move inanimate objects in an out of storage. Summons are mainly accomplished by a combination of chanting, gestures, force of will, and of course, magical power. More advanced summons might need a catalyst, which helps guide the summon to a target, a sacrifice or payment, which play a number of different roles, or a focus, that helps prevent interference and protects the summoner. All or some of these can be combined into a ritual or done on the fly. The difference being the necessary focus and power of the summoner, with the amount of risk they are willing to take. Rule number one: "Do not call up that which you cannot put down."
One of the most important safety measures taken by any summoner are contracts. Contracts are an agreement by two or more parties to abide by certain conditions, contracts between summoner and summonee are very common to the point that there is a standardized and detailed basic contract that has been drafted by the Solidor family that covers most of the basics and is integrated into their summon formula. Exact terms, however, are vary between summons. A contract can be made any number of ways some examples are through the summons's formula, which the summonee can (sometimes) accept or ignore, or, more traditionally, through written word and signed with blood.
There are six classified branches of Summoning: Physical, Imaginary, Mythos, Soul, Object, and Conjuring. There is one more that is little more than a rumour: Celestial. The classifications are, for the most part, an artificial creation, and as such, some overlap might exist. There are always exceptions.
The way a summoner acquirers summons varies depending on what they are trying to obtain. In general, it is done in three ways, performing very specific steps in a ritual, with the details differing depending on what is being called up, using a catalyst, or defeating creatures in combat.
One of the most important safety measures taken by any summoner are contracts. Contracts are an agreement by two or more parties to abide by certain conditions, contracts between summoner and summonee are very common to the point that there is a standardized and detailed basic contract that has been drafted by the Solidor family that covers most of the basics and is integrated into their summon formula. Exact terms, however, are vary between summons. A contract can be made any number of ways some examples are through the summons's formula, which the summonee can (sometimes) accept or ignore, or, more traditionally, through written word and signed with blood.
There are six classified branches of Summoning: Physical, Imaginary, Mythos, Soul, Object, and Conjuring. There is one more that is little more than a rumour: Celestial. The classifications are, for the most part, an artificial creation, and as such, some overlap might exist. There are always exceptions.
Physical summons are people, plants, objects, or animals that exist within the same dimension as the summoner. These summons are less taxing and have a low chance of a spell gone astray, and a relatively low risk of conjuring up something beyond the summoner's ability to handle. However, the summoner must have a magical affinity with whatever they are summoning. This severely limits any summoner and is a difficult limitation to get around. Contracts can help, though and they can be made with anything that has some form of intelligence. However, these contracts are far less binding than any other form. Humans, theoretically be summoned this way, but no one has found a way to do it safely.
Imaginary summons are a curious case, and probably the least well known. Summons that fall under this category are beings and objects that don't exist in reality, but inside the imaginations of humans. Scholars theorize that they come from a dreamscape, plane composed of human dreams which contains many things that simply defy explanation. Anything that has been dreamt up, but does not actually exist, is (theoretically) there. The more prevalent the dream, the stronger the manifestation. A summoner reaches into this plan and gives form and substance to the dream and calls it into the real world. This includes personifications of ideals and emotions. Most summoners dip into this realm to call up familiars and then bond with them. These familiars start as insubstantial wisps and gradually take shape, power, and personality based on their bond. More experiences summoners can call up beings of their own designed, made right out of dreams. These are of medium power, but easy to maintain and unlikely to turn on summoners. Their power directly correlates to the power of the summoner, meaning that they are unable to create anything more powerful than themselves.
However, dipping into the realm of dreams is dangerous for the sanity of the summoner, for there, there are found reflections of their innermost dreams, good and bad. The eldritch horrors that stalk the plane are merely an afterthought. It is said that if one can master the realm of dreams, they will master themselves and gain god-like power. Pity the fools who believe this and have tried, for the Dreamers do not like their sleep disturbed...
However, dipping into the realm of dreams is dangerous for the sanity of the summoner, for there, there are found reflections of their innermost dreams, good and bad. The eldritch horrors that stalk the plane are merely an afterthought. It is said that if one can master the realm of dreams, they will master themselves and gain god-like power. Pity the fools who believe this and have tried, for the Dreamers do not like their sleep disturbed...
Generally the most powerful of all forms of summoning, but also the most dangerous and difficult. Mythos summons include monsters, djinns, horrors, powerful creatures of myth and legend, demons, angels, gods, and things that do not have a name, abominations that would destroy all of reality simply because they can. Summoning Mythos is truly dangerous in the extreme. No novice is ever allowed even the knowledge of the existence of this branch of summoning. Summoning mythos is unlike other forms of summoning. These are beings of unimaginable power and have been around for millennia, which they have spent getting the better of mortals. The only way to safety deal with mythos summons are vast and detailed contracts, along with every advantage the summoner can get a hand on. Most of them will offer deals for, knowledge, power, wealth, ect in exchange for something equally precious. Successfully summoning one is rare, and surviving the experience is even rarer. Wise summoners stay far away from attempting to summon Mythos.
Soul summoning is the most reliable form of summoning. Similar to necromancy in many ways, it calls up the souls of the dead to serve the summoner. But that is where the similarities end. Soul summoneing calls up powerful beings, called Einherjar, who accomplished great things in life. Einherjar are not precisely undead, but rather the recording of the souls of beings who were great in life. These things do not have to be human, only dead or destroyed. All attempts to create one intentionally has failed; the exact details of the creation of an Einherjar is unknown. Einherjar usually need a catalyst, something with a strong connection to them, for the initial summons and the creating of a pact. The conditions are up to the Einherjar, it could be steep or it could be nothing. It is possible for a sufficiently powerful summoner to disregard a pact and completely overpower an Einherjar, in combat or otherwise, rending them little more than unwilling puppets. The opposite holds true, though if the Einherjar wins, then can choose to dismiss themselves or stick around. But, they will eventually vanish if they don't have a supply of magic. Once a contract is made, Einherjar can be passed from person to person or bound to places or objects. Einherjar's power and skill varies greatly, but all of them excelled at something, making even one a powerful ally and a dangerous enemy. They can fight to the death, and even if they are killed, they can be re-summoned after some time has passed.
Though difficult and of limited use, Object summons are possible. The most widespread form of this is requip magic, which stores objects in pocket dimensions. Other forms of this include using inscribed runes to summon objects, or summoning random objects from a distance, usually as the result of a failed summon. The magic requirement increases exponentially with size and mass. Also, enchanted objects are much harder to transport because the enchantments interfere with the summoning spell. However, there is a discipline of Object summoning that focuses not on summoning objects, but on drawing out the spirit of an object.
Conjuring is an advanced form of Summoning that allows the caster to call upon their summon internally. A through conjuring, a mage can access the powers, skills, physical abilities, and even memories of the target. Take-Over magic is one form of this. Conjurers can also cast spells by channeling the power of the summons and using it as their own. The inherent risks are fairly obvious, conjurers run the risk of being possessed or influenced by their summons or killing themselves by channeling more power then they can control, but at the same time, it could be considered safer then summoning, due to the mage having conscious control over their power. People have long believed that by using this, they could channel the power of gods, but none have ever attained this level of power.
As a side note, physical appearance changes are common among conjurers. Things like hair color and eye color changes, both temporary and permanent are among the many side effects of hosting beings in their bodies. Others like scales, fur, even extra limbs, and personality changes happen. The ultimate change is a dramatic shift in their magic specialization. Things like drawing upon large amounts of power or hosting for a long time increases the chance of these changes happening and or becoming permanent.
As a side note, physical appearance changes are common among conjurers. Things like hair color and eye color changes, both temporary and permanent are among the many side effects of hosting beings in their bodies. Others like scales, fur, even extra limbs, and personality changes happen. The ultimate change is a dramatic shift in their magic specialization. Things like drawing upon large amounts of power or hosting for a long time increases the chance of these changes happening and or becoming permanent.
Considered an old wives tale, if not an outright myth. But, old books indicate the existence of celestial keys that can summon spirits of awesome power. Little else is known, no key has ever been seen, and no reliable evidence exists.
The way a summoner acquirers summons varies depending on what they are trying to obtain. In general, it is done in three ways, performing very specific steps in a ritual, with the details differing depending on what is being called up, using a catalyst, or defeating creatures in combat.
Amara has talent in both Soul summoning and Conjuring, but little to no experience in them. She has a great amount of potential magic stores and power, but she has been unable to harness them properly so far. As of now, she only can pull out two or three medium summons or one big one before she gets completely exhausted. She can summon a great number of little critters easily, though. As for contracted summons, she has three, a Chimera, a minor Mythos monster, and two Einherjar; an easy-going sylvan swordsman named Quaid, and a honorable but bloodthirsty demon-sword-wielding samurai named Mifune.
Chimera: A minor mythos monster with a lion's head, a goat's body, and a serpent's tail, it also breaths fire. Strong and surprisingly fast for it's size, and those wings are not for show. It is capable of flight. However, it isn't the brightest creature. Instead, it relays on its primal, savage instincts, tearing apart whatever is unfortunate enough to be in its way. Amara acquired this beast during her time with the Cloud Chasers after a misadventure that ended with her accidentally braining the creature with a kitchen sink out of a failed summon. That stunned it long enough so that, with help, she managed to capture and claim it
Sylvan Excalibur Quaid: An Einherjar. He started out as a simple sellsword who traveled from place to place, but his life changed when, with the dying words of his father, he was given a sacred position. He, along with even others held these positions, as guardians of their country. He was given a divine, sylvan sword and trained in magic and combat. Over time, his kindness and strong sense of justice made him a leader figure in the group.
In those days, demons threatened their country, so the twelve, each powerful in their own right, were sent on a mission to eradicate the threat. But after they left none of the twelve were ever heard from again. Curiously, neither were the demons.
Quaid has power over the wind, and he is a fine swordsman. He can be described as well balanced, a jack of all trades but master of none. While not the most powerful spirit, he makes up for what he lacks in power with cunning and a solid grasp of tactics.
Heavenless Bushi Mifune: Einherjar. A samurai warrior, who wields a cursed demoniac blade. His demonic blade is said to be the sharpest sword in existence. He can behead a man, and that man not know it until a gust of wind comes by to finish the job. But in return, it desired blood. It's will worked on Mifune's, stoking his will to fight. So, he traveled everywhere he could, fighting the strongest fighters he could find, also fighting in many wars along the way. With his incredible swordsmanship and powerful blade, it seemed like he would never be beaten. However, he met his match when he challenged a powerful dragon. During the epic struggled, he was dealt a fatal wound. But such was his skill that he returned the favor with a single mighty blow that split the dragon in two. He died soon after, blade in hand, satified. However, even in death, his demon-blade would not let him rest. It pulled him from the underworld and returned him to a sort of unlife to continue to do battle. Dying only sharpened his skills further, and his will and the will of his blade were entwined. At the very height of his power, it is said he slew a god with a single blow. Only time could dull his might. He continued to fight until his body and Blade crumbled to dust.
A very taxing summons, Amara dislikes him and will only call on him if she is in true danger. She obtained him from the mysterious stranger who saved her life.
Mifune is a master swordsman, wielding a powerful demonic blade. His lightning-fast movements combined with a supernaturally sharp sword makes him a dangerous foe that can end a fight in mere seconds. However, he is a relatively fragile spirit, a few solid hits will cause enough damage to kill or dispel him.
Sylvan Excalibur Quaid: An Einherjar. He started out as a simple sellsword who traveled from place to place, but his life changed when, with the dying words of his father, he was given a sacred position. He, along with even others held these positions, as guardians of their country. He was given a divine, sylvan sword and trained in magic and combat. Over time, his kindness and strong sense of justice made him a leader figure in the group.
In those days, demons threatened their country, so the twelve, each powerful in their own right, were sent on a mission to eradicate the threat. But after they left none of the twelve were ever heard from again. Curiously, neither were the demons.
Quaid has power over the wind, and he is a fine swordsman. He can be described as well balanced, a jack of all trades but master of none. While not the most powerful spirit, he makes up for what he lacks in power with cunning and a solid grasp of tactics.
Heavenless Bushi Mifune: Einherjar. A samurai warrior, who wields a cursed demoniac blade. His demonic blade is said to be the sharpest sword in existence. He can behead a man, and that man not know it until a gust of wind comes by to finish the job. But in return, it desired blood. It's will worked on Mifune's, stoking his will to fight. So, he traveled everywhere he could, fighting the strongest fighters he could find, also fighting in many wars along the way. With his incredible swordsmanship and powerful blade, it seemed like he would never be beaten. However, he met his match when he challenged a powerful dragon. During the epic struggled, he was dealt a fatal wound. But such was his skill that he returned the favor with a single mighty blow that split the dragon in two. He died soon after, blade in hand, satified. However, even in death, his demon-blade would not let him rest. It pulled him from the underworld and returned him to a sort of unlife to continue to do battle. Dying only sharpened his skills further, and his will and the will of his blade were entwined. At the very height of his power, it is said he slew a god with a single blow. Only time could dull his might. He continued to fight until his body and Blade crumbled to dust.
A very taxing summons, Amara dislikes him and will only call on him if she is in true danger. She obtained him from the mysterious stranger who saved her life.
Mifune is a master swordsman, wielding a powerful demonic blade. His lightning-fast movements combined with a supernaturally sharp sword makes him a dangerous foe that can end a fight in mere seconds. However, he is a relatively fragile spirit, a few solid hits will cause enough damage to kill or dispel him.
| Miscs : |
Amara's guildmark is white and located on her left shoulder.
Is left handed.
Secretly feeds the small animals and birds on board the airship, much to dismay of her crew mates.
Reads just about anything she can get her hands on.
Prized possessions:
She is sensitive about her body. Calling her short or small or any comment about her size is a sure and quick way to piss her off.
Is left handed.
Secretly feeds the small animals and birds on board the airship, much to dismay of her crew mates.
Reads just about anything she can get her hands on.
Prized possessions:
- a large, old plain looking book
She is sensitive about her body. Calling her short or small or any comment about her size is a sure and quick way to piss her off.
Theme: This will be the day.
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Crimson Raven *Rolls a Nat 1*
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Good
Can't say no to Yona
Fits her like of small animals
These have been the best so far
This is what I have so far:
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"He said humans were worth fighting for. He said not to give up on them. I guess I'll keep trying then."
Name: Kara
Appearance: As a manakete, Kara shifts between two very different forms. In human form, she appears to be a beautiful woman of indeterminable age, with pale skin, violet hair, red eyes, and pointed ears. She cuts a very distinct and intimidating figure, due to her distinct draconic features: a curling set of horse on her head that add several inches to her surprisingly unimpressive height, a pair of large, bat-like wings sprouting from her back, and a long, scaly, fairly prehensile tail that sways behind her. Her left hand is also sheathed in scales to the elbow, and it's appearance is best described as 'clawlike'.
In dragon form she takes the appearance of a fearsome, four-legged, winged, blood-red dragon. While smaller then most dragons, she is still larger then even the biggest wyvern
Apparent Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female
Nation: A wanderer by nature, she doesn't have a nation or place that she considers "home". The Darkling Wood is possibly the closest thing to one, but it's rare for her to spend more then a few months even there.
Class: Manakete
Weapon Mastery: Stone: D Rank
Level: 5
Background: Kara is a mature manakete, old enough to have fought against the Demon King, alongside Morva and the Five Heroes of Legend. Originally, she had high hopes for humans, but as she watched them grow and flourish, she became disillusioned with them and spent her days traveling far and wide. Due to this, she was far away when Morva died. She was a close friend of Morva and respected him greatly, so when she learned of his death, it affected her greatly. She regretted not being there to help him. Since then, she resolved to be more involved in human affairs, even fighting alongside them again when the great earthquake and the subsequent appearance of monsters shattered Magvel's peace. But, as before, she found humans distasteful and drifted away from them, leaven them to fend for themselves.
When a human found his way into Darkling woods, she fully intended to let the boy die. But some part of her, the part that remembered fighting alongside humans so long ago, awakened. With a roar, she transformed, and drove off the monsters. As the boy was too young to fend for himself, and as his savior, she reluctantly adopted him and looked after him while he lived among the manaketes. She even game him a name: Rekotadeas. To her surprise she found herself growing fond of the boy, which was brought to her attention when another manakete remarked that this was the longest she had ever stayed with them.
As humans tend to do, he grew up, and eventually left the Darkling woods. To anyone who would listen, Kara proclaimed she was relieved to be rid of him so that now she could return to her travels. But in truth, she missed him greatly. But, she went her way and he went his.
A few years later, she found herself growing uneasy. She could feel demonic power emanating from the land and an unknown source. And it was getting stronger. A mixture of boredom, curiosity, and an irresistible instinct drew her to Grados where the Fire Emblem is kept...
Plot-Susceptive: Yes
Equipment and Items:
-Dragonstone (Allows Kara to transform into her dragon form. Can use powerful fiery breath attacks to attack at long range. 1-1.5 tile range)
-Vulnerary (3 uses)
Personality: Kara is cynical of humans, but also views them with amusement. She is clever, proud, and sophisticate. She is resourceful, used to thinking on her feet. She disdains detailed planning. Surprisingly savage and terrifying in battle, an angry Kara is the last thing you want to (and will) ever see. She is quick of wit, with a (figuratively) sharp tongue. She will bandy word about in her cheerier moods. She has a motherly, doting side which only those close to her witness. She feels more comfortable in dragon form then human form, and will take any excuse to transform. She prides herself on her speed, which rivals even pegusi. Needless to say, she loves flying. She enjoys traveling too, she has a strong wanderlust that makes it rare for her to stay anywhere for a long time. Along with traveling, she loves trying new food and drink, don't promise to foot her food bill, she has a seemingly bottomless stomach, and especially don't challenge her to a drinking contest, she has a iron liver and will drink you and everyone you know under the table. Her greatest weakness, however are sweets. She instantly reverts to a child around them.
Ability Assessment:
As a Manakete, her human form is weaker and more fragile then most. But, in her dragon form, she wields amazing power. As a dragon, she is smaller then most, her scales are not as hard, and she is more vulnerable to magic. But, her smaller size gives her a great advantage in speed. She is very proud of her speed, she can challenge even the legendary speed of pegusi. Due to his, landing a hit on her is difficult. Another thing she prides herself on is her power. Her claws and fangs are sharp and her breath attacks are ruinously powerful. She has a fair amount of experience in battle, due to having been in at least two large conflicts. Granted, one was over 1100 years ago, while the other was as recent as 300 years. She also has had to fend off monsters while traveling by herself. In battle, she is shockingly savage, giving into her draconic instincts to smash and burn. But don't mistake that savagery for a mindless offense. She fights with a devious cunning and is very adaptable to unexpected events. She actually prefers to charge into battle and plan in the moment, instead of planning out beforehand.
In both human and dragon forms she is capable of flight (albeit limited in human form), but this makes her especially weak to bows. Her softer scales magnify this weakness. As such, she is mortally terrified of archers and will attempt to avoid them at all costs. Fortunately, she is fast enough that even skilled archers have a hard time hitting her.
The reason manaketes have two forms is that their dragonstone, which is bonded to them at a young age, act as a natural barrier that ensures the madness of the dragon-form does not afflict the Manaketes. Thus, she is forced to stay human-shaped most of the time. Effectively, the dragonstones act as a battery, with only so much charge available to stay in dragonform. Over time, the dragonstone will “charge up” again, but she much limit herself or face the consequences.
Elemental affinity: Fire
+Speed
+Strength
-Defense
-Resistance
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:
Favorite food: chilli (the hotter the better), also has an enormous sweet tooth.
Fairly good cook.
Widely knowledgeable on geography, botany, and animals.
Is fond of long naps. And sleeping in. Not fond of being awoken. (Let sleeping dragons lie!)
Doesn't like dogs, is a cat person (-er dragon?)
Don't call her old. Just. Don't.
R-button Summarization: Mature and worldly Manakete with a strong wanderlust and an even stronger appetite.
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Crimson Raven *Rolls a Nat 1*
Member
Seen
4 yrs ago
"Now what could you want with little ol' me?"
Name: Enlil Chandr
Nickname: En
Sex: Male
Place of Origin: Roshad
Appearance: Young, diminutive, and a tad on the short side, En doesn't cut a particularly inspiring figure. His lazy smile, unkept wheat-colored hair, and tendency to slouch further give the impression of someone who isn't very heroic or reliable. His golden eyes ruin the image however, sparkling with equal parts humour and intelligence. He does posses more muscle then one would expect, but it's hidden under several lays of garments that are distinctly Rochadian in design, and a size or two too big, worn loose and haphazardly. He carries with him a peculiar wooden staff, jet black in color and taller then he is. It is adorned with a twisting loop at the top and a curved base.
Psyche: Laidback and easygoing, En tends to be cheerfully frivolous, going through life at his own pace. Almost contradictory to this, he is an adventurous soul with boundless curiosity. His intelligence and skill in magic is unquestionable. He is, quite simply a prodigy the likes of which have not been seen for a very long time, although he will downplay it. Not one to grab the spotlight, he is fine with 'working in the back' as he calls it and going unnoticed. Although his definition of 'working' can differ from most other people's. If left unchecked, he can spend hours idling, reading a book, sleeping, or just doing nothing at all. He loves hot drinks, especially coffee and generally dislikes the cold. He habitually wears a heavy coat, no matter the weather.
As a person, he is very logic-driven and self focused. He doesn't extend trust easily, nor does he expect it in turn. He looks out for himself first and foremost. Still, he isn't a heartless person, nor a coward. Just like his appearance, his personality makes people underestimate him. He seems like a airheaded bumbling fool at times, and it's not entirely an act.
Skills:
En was gifted with an extraordinary mind, which was further trained by some of the finest scholars in Roshnad. Despite his youth, his academic knowledge covers a broad array of subjects, such as medicine, astrology, meteorology, herbology, biology, chemestry ect. (However, this is academic knowledge and is no master in any one of these.)
His other gift is a great affinity with the magic arts. He posses innate magic, unlike others who require an outside power or certain rituals. However, despite Roshnad's vast array of scholars and scholarly knowledge, there was only so much he could learn with much knowledge of the Art being lost. His dream is to find a teacher and become a great wizard.
--Details vague, need more information--
He can hold his own with a staff in hand to hand combat. Because the world is a dangerous place, and he can't always rely on magic in a pinch, he trains his body and learned to fight with a staff.
(what makes your character extraordinary?)
Equipment:
Curious Staff: A long, black stick of some unknown material, possibly some kind of wood. It's sturdy and durable and makes a nice traveling aid or weapon. The scholars believed it held some kind of magic, but what they where never able to find out, all they could say for certain is that it is defiantly enchanted. En 'borrowed' his for his journey and replaced it with a credible fake. They don't know it's missing yet...probably.
(GM info: It is a staff of some ancient wizard who specialized in controlling weather, created as a focus for his magic. Using it with sufficient power, a caster can conjure up and control weather. However, this will require practice and careful aim, because the conjured up weather is can still be dangerous to the caster and who or what ever might be nearby.)
A large knapsack full of useful and seemingly useless things, including ink, chalk, paper, books, unusual rocks, rings, carvings, herbs and so on. Most of these things are intended for use in rituals and spells.
(GM note: These would be all common and easily obtainable things, so he isn't pulling out a MacGuffin)
Bio:
En was a young boy when his magic began to manifest. In the place where he was born, superstition ran deep as the snow drifts that never fully thawed high in Roshadian mountains. Without the knowledge to properly harness his burgeoning talent, it would build up, like pressure behind a dam until it would burst forth to cause random unnatural phenomena. At first, his family was afraid but willing to accept him. But when their secret was revealed, the people of his village feared him. Hysteria and fear spread like wildfire. They called him cursed, a monster, unnatural, and worse. His family, unable to but up with the pressure, disowned him, even removing his name from the family cloak. They drove him out into the cold and bitter winter. But as one last mercy, some of his family who were sympathetic gave him supplies and directions to the next closest village. But he never made it.
He was caught in snowstorm and lost all sense of direction. But some fortune smiled on him. When it passed, he was found face-down in the snow, nearly dead, by some strangers. They took him a hospital in the nearest city where he spent several weeks in recovery. During this time, his magical talent was discovered. But instead of being reviled, it, and he, were held in awe. He was tested by the priesthood and he was also found to have an excellent mind. The priesthood also said that his arrive was foretold by the stars and that he was destined for great things, although the truth of this was in doubt. Nevertheless, these combined made him something of a celebrity, and he was eventually given the honor of joining the library harem of the capital, Qualoktl, to be groomed for the chance to become the next great Thinker of the capital, or at the very least a high ranking member of the government.
For the next several years, he was trained and tutored nearly constantly on all manner of subjects deemed necessary. In what little spare time he had, he loved exploring the great Library and reading whatever caught his interest. He thrived here, happy to simply learn. He also discarded the name he was given at birth and named himself after something out of an old legend. As time went on he found himself disappointed with what was little was known about magic. His thirst for knowledge grew and he found himself dreading the idea of becoming the Thinker. He hated the idea of having all that responsibility. He wanted magic, not to rule. But at the same time, he didn't want to burn bridges if something didn't work out. So he devised a plan.
He convinced the current Thinker that it would be a good idea for the Thinkers-in-training to have personal knowledge of the kingdoms beyond Roshad, so why not arrange a visit to foreign lands? He agreed, so En, along with other members of the harem were taken on a journey. The night before they left, En "borrowed" a magic staff and hid it, along with other preparations. And then he waited. Biding his time, waiting for the chance to slip away. At last, the opportunity came, and with some regret, he left that life behind. When he heard about a sorcerer, a true sorcerer, he couldn't help but be intrigued. Could he find the knowledge he had been seeking there? Oh, and insane power-mad gods tend to make terrible neighbors. So maybe he should be stopped or something.
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Crimson Raven *Rolls a Nat 1*
Member
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......
Basic Info
Name::
Magus Lilith Astra
Nickname/Alias::
Shadow of Light, Kage
Gender:: Female
Age:: Unknown. Appears to be a between a young adult or a mature teen.
Date of Birth:: December 1
Guild:: None
Mark Color; Location:: None
Rank:: B+
Personal Information
Personality::
Kage's mind is shattered, and her sanity isn't all there either. She's almost feral, relying and living off instinct and aggression like a wild animal. She is she is just about mute, rarely managing a few painful, whispered, strangled words. Curiously enough, she doesn't seem able to write, but she can read well and when not acting like a feral cat, fairly logical.
Yet she can be skittish and easily startled, especially around large amounts of people. She doesn't like being physically close and will either lash out violently or run away if actually touched.
She is slow to trust people, and pessimistic, but displays a fiercely protective side for those she deems her's. She would travel the world over, go through hell and back again for these people.
Family is, after all, very important. She has a strong connection to Ferrin, and is usually found by his side. Where he goes, she usually isn't far behind.
And yet there is something deep inside. A smoldering core of seething anger, bordering on madness. She is quick to lash out indescribably with magic and violence, and it takes some time for her to calm down.
The first thing most people notice about Kage right away is that, contrasing the mysterious persona she had going, she is an odd duck. Her mannerisms and actions often run contrary to common ‘normal’ behavior and logic. Whether this is deliberate or not is up for debate. She is also deeply superstitious, which goes some ways toward explaining some of her odd behavior. But beneath these oddities and superstitions is a contrastingly practical nature. She wastes little time in daydreaming or idleness, but prefers to always be doing something.
She is very independently minded and impatient. She tends to go off and do her own thing without telling anyone. If she could. Due to her condition, she is just about mute, rarely managing a few painful, whispered, strangled words. Curiously enough, she doesn't seem able to write, but she can read well.
The second thing to notice about her is her odd, dry, but acutely acerbic sense of humour. Usually directed at someone. She can somehow pack an entire punchline in just a significant glance.
Kage occasionally displays a child-like side that belays her actual age, leading to curiosity and impusive behavior, making her a certifiable magnet for trouble. And once in trouble, she make it hard to hard to get her out of it, due to her monumental stubbornness that puts mules to shame. Once she sets her mind to something, she will let nothing stop her.
She is slow to trust people, and pessimistic, but to those that are able to win her trust, they earn her undying loyalty. She would travel the world over, go through hell and back again for these people.
Family is, after all, very important. She has a strong connection to Ferrin, and is usually found by his side. Where he goes, she usually isn't far behind.
And yet there is something deep inside. A smoldering core of seething anger, almost madness. Its well hidden, but danger brings it out. She is quick tp lash out with magic when threatened, and at times, she seems more like a wild animal then a person.
She is very independently minded and impatient. She tends to go off and do her own thing without telling anyone. If she could. Due to her condition, she is just about mute, rarely managing a few painful, whispered, strangled words. Curiously enough, she doesn't seem able to write, but she can read well.
The second thing to notice about her is her odd, dry, but acutely acerbic sense of humour. Usually directed at someone. She can somehow pack an entire punchline in just a significant glance.
Kage occasionally displays a child-like side that belays her actual age, leading to curiosity and impusive behavior, making her a certifiable magnet for trouble. And once in trouble, she make it hard to hard to get her out of it, due to her monumental stubbornness that puts mules to shame. Once she sets her mind to something, she will let nothing stop her.
She is slow to trust people, and pessimistic, but to those that are able to win her trust, they earn her undying loyalty. She would travel the world over, go through hell and back again for these people.
Family is, after all, very important. She has a strong connection to Ferrin, and is usually found by his side. Where he goes, she usually isn't far behind.
And yet there is something deep inside. A smoldering core of seething anger, almost madness. Its well hidden, but danger brings it out. She is quick tp lash out with magic when threatened, and at times, she seems more like a wild animal then a person.
Appearance::
No matter the weather, Kage wears a heavy hooded navy blue cloak and a white mask. Primarily because she thinks it makes her look cool and mysterious but also because it shields her from the sun and light in general, which provides plenty of shadow for her magic to work with.
Beneath the mask and cloak lies an ethereal, almost otherworldly, beauty. She has rich, ebony hair that flows around her shoulders, flawless pale skin and intense, luminous silver eyes. Soft, rose lips in a proportional face, exotically canted eyes under arching black eyebrows. To say she is beautiful is like calling water wet. Accurate enough, but wholly unsuited to the task. Her age is hard to guess, her features have an ageless look to them. Judging by stature and body, she would be a young woman between late teens and early thirties. She is of medium height and has the kind of body that can make men drool, though she doesn’t flaunt it, in fact she is a little self-conscious about herself.
History::
Kage's memory is a massive blank, and her mind is shattered . She only remembers her past in brief and random flashes that are quickly gone again. She doesn't know who she is, or where she came from. And it seems like she doesn't want to remember. She often has nightmares and chronic fits where random memories resurface painfully yanking her mind into the past, only to be forgotten again when it passes. She ended up on Tenrou, via a wayward Shadowtravel spell, where she met the spirit of Mavis and decided to stay awhile, despite the dragons. At first, Mavis was worried about her, but as weeks past and not a single dragon ever caught the shadowy mage, she concluded there was nothing to worry about. When the party of Guilds landed on Tenrou she watched them from after, afraid, yet curious. And strangely drawn to a tall figure in grey with familiar golden eyes...
Magic
Magic Name::
Umbra magic
Description::
A powerful form of shadow magic, this magic lets the caster‘s turn their very body into shadow at will, even acting instinctually. As long as she has magic and is conscious, physical attacks will pass right through her without harm. The caster can use shadows to do a wide variety of things, including teleport short and long distances by passing through shadows, create shadow-puppets, hide in shadows, or pull things into their shadow (including their body) and store them, similar to requip magic. Both their shadow and body can be molded into nearly any shape and made substantial or insubstantial at will. The power of this magic is in its free-form use, allowing for a large degree of adaptability. As a Shadow magic, it also includes elements of Darkness magic (her color is a dull slate) and Shade magic, and it carries a weakness to light and holy magic. Generally the darker it is, the more powerful the caster is, and vis versa. True Dark, with no shadows vastly powers up their dark magic, while nearly eliminating the shadow portion of their magic.
Known Spells::
Shadow Body - More of a passive ability that turns her body into shadow, rendering physical attacks useless. It also allows her to change her body into any form she wishes. When in affect, her body becomes solid black and looses any humanistic features.
However, this ability has some massive drawbacks. She can’t stay insubstantial for more than a few seconds at a time after that, she becomes vulnerable, so continuous attacks (like say, a sword stuck in her, or a drawn out blast) will eventually harm her, and can be fatal if she is forced to reform on them. Once a part of her turns into shadow and turns back, that part is unable to do so again for a handful of seconds.
Lastly, turning into shadow takes a modest amount of magic, over time the cost will stack up, meaning that if she takes too many attacks, that alone could leave her nearly drained.
Shadow Puppets - Creates a number of figures that resemble twisted shadows with glowing eyes. These figures can move and fly at high speeds and are are difficult to hit with attacks but will usually disperse upon a successful hit. However, they can hide in inanimate objects that cast sufficient shadow. This provides them with a layer of protection and they can "possess" and manipulate the object at will. they usually attack either with sharp claws that are very substantial, or a magic-induced attack on the targets willpower that has a short rage, but is most effective by passing through the target, losing power quickly with distance.
Erebus’ Shadow - A stronger Puppet that usually takes the form of a massive serpent. Its size varies with light, anywhere from twice the height of a person and about as big around as one, to four times that. It has very limited intelligence, but she can give it orders to follow. However it’s difficult to control and requires constant attention to maintain, so no or few other puppets while it is active and she is limited to less powerful or complex spells. The serpent is very durable and can protect her by interposing itself between attacks and her body, covering her back, while being able to strike out at opponents with a crushing bite.
Fulminating Darkness - An attack that uses several puppets to launch a wave of shadow. Moderately powerful, but require two hands and several seconds to cast. With this spell, the cost is two-fold, one she has to create Shadow Puppets to use, then two she has to use more magic to gather them into the attack. But, it's extremely powerful and can be passed from her to a puppet and cast from them.
Empty Night - Shrouds an area in thick, inky darkness. Only those with excellent night vision or an alternate from of sight can see through it. The shadow also slowly drains vitality and magic from those caught in it. Quickly dispelled by light from any source.
Shadow Slip/Shadowtravel - Allows the caster to use a shadow to travel anywhere that is shrouded in shadow. However, its a tricky and unpredictable spell. Accuracy is difficult, and the magic required is high, then increases exponentially with distance traveled.
Ruin - A fast but weak spell that fires an orb of shadow that detonates in an explosion of dark energy. Requires very little magic and can be cast rapidly, even from Puppets
Erebus’s Wrath - A gathering of dark energy around the caster that explodes outward in a massive storm. A fast and powerful spell that requires a lot of magic.
Erebus's Shackles - A fast, weak spell that creates dark chains that spring from shadows. The chain's strength depends on the power put into the spell.
Erebus’ Gate - A powerful wide-ranging spell that briefly covers a circular area in shadow before unleashing dark energy over the area. Requires time to cast.
Secret Technique: Erebus’ Eclipse -
”From darkness this world came
And to darkness it shall return.
Bring forth from Chaos
The darkness that consumes all light.”
Kage’s ace-in-the hole and her most powerful known spell. However, she uses a imperfect version that carries only a fraction of its original power. When casting, the light in an area dims greatly as invisible magic gathers. When cast, A pillar of solid darkness rises to the sky, surrounded by rings of pulsing dark energy. Inside the pillar, all light is consumed and the area is bathed in a continuous attack of ruinous dark power.
The trick of this spell is that the brighter the area inside and outside the pillar, the more light that is consumed and the stronger the spell. Even light magic is devoured. A single cast of this spell will completely drain Kage of magic. It also takes some time to prepare and cast.
Three Strengths:
1.Magical Aptitude - She could very well be considered a genius when it comes to magic. Both of her parents had incredible magical talent, which was passed on to her. Her very blood sings with magic.
2.Coffee Maker - Has a knack for brewing the best Coffee you have ever tasted.
3.Crafty - Kage is very intelligent and has a tendency to look at problems from odd angles and solve them in unexpected ways.
Three Weakness:
1. Her mind is damaged. She lost most of her memories and has trouble speaking and writing. And maybe more...
2. Light is the antithesis of her magic.
3. Relies Heavily on Magic to fight.
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Crimson Raven *Rolls a Nat 1*
Member
Seen
4 yrs ago
"What's it like...?
...to be strong...?
...what, then, is 'strength'?"
"I hate my name. It is the only thing my father ever gave me."
Exsecrata Amara Astra
"My name is Flavia. Nothing else. Got it?"
Passerculus (Little Sparrow) / Flavia (yellow or gold, referring to her eyes and her preferred name)
"Err. Um. Why would you want to know...?"
16
"Are you blind or something?...sorry..."
Female
"I will become stronger one day....someday..."
C-
"Hey! S-stop looking at me..."
Flavia is about average in height, close to five feet ten inches or one hundred and seventy-eight centimeters, but a perpetual slouch and sometimes-timid demeaner maker her seem smaller. She looks unfortunately right in the middle of the 'award teen' phase, all gangly arms and legs and elbows and knees, but there are hints that she will become a real beauty in time. Her luxurious snow-white hair is very important to her, she spends many hours taking meticulous care of it, and it shows. Her eyes are an intense and unusual gold and could be mildly disconcerting of they didn't have a tendency to shy away from looking directly at people. Her pale skin speaks of very little time outdoors, and her soft hands and slim frame shows very little experience with exercise. Oddly, she prefers leggings and pants to skirts, and wears little in the way of jewelry or makeup. If anything, its like she doesn't want to draw attention to herself...
"I'm me. And that's all I'll ever be. But I want to be a better me."
Amara, or Flavia, as she wishes to be known as, has significant contrasts in her character. She can be brash and bold but also timid and cowardly with almost no in between. She'll curse you out at the top of her lungs and then apologize quietly a moment later. She is shy at first but generally warms quickly. When she feels safe, she is her bold self, talkative and carefree, quick to laugh, quick to joke with a robust yet sharp sense of humour, and friendly in a rakish manner. But she shows a completely different side of her when nervous or even mildly intimidated. She withdraws quickly, like a turtle in it's shell, becoming quiet, timid, and submissive. It almost like she becomes a different person. When problems come she gets flustered easily and is indecisive at best. Ultimately, though, when push comes to shove, she is a weak willed coward. She'll let people push her around and walk all over her and run away from danger if she can, even if something important to her is at stake. She hates this about herself and wishes she wasn't. She envies those with power and courage and wishes that she could be the same. Due to her past, she thinks that with power comes freedom from fear.
Though generally fine with being around people, she is an introvert at heart and enjoys peace and quiet in solitude the most. She enjoys reading and studying, especially about magic. Her childhood was spend studing diligently with access to vast archives, so as a result, she is quite knowledgeable about magical theory and magic in general, like a walking encyclopedia. Her dream is to master all kinds of magic, maybe even every single one. In essence, became a powerful Wizard.
Overall, she is an intelligent, rational, and logic-driven person who can be deeply introspective, even philosophical at times. But, contrary even to this, she has a brace of fears ranging from mild to irrational, that tend to consume her rational thoughts.
Though generally fine with being around people, she is an introvert at heart and enjoys peace and quiet in solitude the most. She enjoys reading and studying, especially about magic. Her childhood was spend studing diligently with access to vast archives, so as a result, she is quite knowledgeable about magical theory and magic in general, like a walking encyclopedia. Her dream is to master all kinds of magic, maybe even every single one. In essence, became a powerful Wizard.
Overall, she is an intelligent, rational, and logic-driven person who can be deeply introspective, even philosophical at times. But, contrary even to this, she has a brace of fears ranging from mild to irrational, that tend to consume her rational thoughts.
"I like a lot of things! ...w-what do you mean, 'weird'?!
- Coffee!!!
- Magic
- Studying
- Books
- Birds, except chickens
- Music
- The Guild
- Ceri
"I'm not weird! …Right?"
- Being afraid
- Her name
- Cats, Dogs, and Chickens
- Spicy Food
- Vega
"Power. With power, I'll overcome my fears."
- Lots, including a few straight up phobias
- Mild phobia of fire
- Mild phobia of the dark
- Claustrophobia
- Authority figures
- Anyone who intimidates her
- Dreadlin
"...I don't...sniff...want to talk about it."
The Astra family was an old, powerful, and wealthy mage family who were completely dedicated to their craft. Generation after generation they studied, collected, and quantified magic. Those born into their bloodline almost always had above average talent with magic at the very least, and they only got stronger from there. One's magical power, a factor of not just strength but skill and knowledge determined their standing in the hierarchy of the family: The title and praenomen of 'Magus' was always held by the most powerful wizard of each generation, with the oldest Magus being the head of the family and the line of succession following age. The branch of the family who the Magus came from would generally be in favor and hold the most power, which was considerable. They lived in a large city-state, named Arcadia, that, while technically ruled by a king, they were the true power behind the throne, and they used their magic to stay that way. However, for this they were not very much loved by the people.
Amara was born the youngest of three siblings and the only girl. When children are born, a divination is cast by the wisewomen to determine their magical aptitude and possibly even hint at their future, which would determine their praenomen. Her eldest brother was found to have incredible magic the likes of which had not been seen for generations. He was given the praenomen of Magus from birth. She, however, was a different story. To her father's horror, she was found with barely any magic at all and a dark future that hinted at terrible things. And so he named her Exsecrata. Cursed. And Amara. Bitter. He would have actually had her killed, if her mother had not begged and pleaded for her life. 'Flavia' was a nickname given to her by her mother, and used by everyone but her father.
And so, she grew up the baby of the family. Barely a mage in a family of great magic. But, her elder brothers loved her and looked out for her and the three were very close, especially with the oldest, Ferrin, whom she respected, envied, and idolized. Unwanted and rejected by her father, she spent a lot of time with her mother, whom she took after in looks, even having nearly the same shade of hair. Her favorite times were when her mother would sit down and brush that hair while singing. She spent most of her days studying and practicing magic, in an all-consuming effort to somehow make her father proud of her. She never succeeded.
One day, however, war came to their city. An empire was forming, growing, sucking up cities and countries in it's wake. Arcadia was next in the Alvarez Empire's sight. The fighting was harsh and destructive with powerful mages on both sides tearing asunder the very earth itself. At it's height, a powerful demon suddenly appeared in the city, reeking havoc. Whether the demon was summoned by either side in desperation, or by a third party, or completely unrelated, no one really knows. But it was so dangerous, soldiers and mages of both sides, even citizens were called to arms.
The city burned.
During the confusion, and for reasons unknown, her father grabbed what he could, took her mother and the three siblings and fled. But the oldest brother got separated from them. He was later presumed dead. Her father never was the same. He drove them hard, fleeing as if hell itself were after him. They fled west, into the unknown. Crossing mountains, lakes, and lands unknown, to settle in the country of Takahan.
Seemingly destroyed by the death of his favorite Son, her father deteriorated. He grew angry, unreasonable. He devoted most his time to his studies, and when he appeared, his mood was evil and abusive. He pressed her brother and her harder then ever to train and always compared them mockingly to their missing sibling, Flavia most of all. It grew so bad that Flavia couldn't take it. With a single written goodbye, she pilfered a magic tome from their meager possessions and fled.
With some close calls, luck, several curious coincidences, and a bizarre incident involving an undead chicken that will never be adequately explained, she ended up in Dragon Heart. Now, she has been a member for a little over a year...
Amara was born the youngest of three siblings and the only girl. When children are born, a divination is cast by the wisewomen to determine their magical aptitude and possibly even hint at their future, which would determine their praenomen. Her eldest brother was found to have incredible magic the likes of which had not been seen for generations. He was given the praenomen of Magus from birth. She, however, was a different story. To her father's horror, she was found with barely any magic at all and a dark future that hinted at terrible things. And so he named her Exsecrata. Cursed. And Amara. Bitter. He would have actually had her killed, if her mother had not begged and pleaded for her life. 'Flavia' was a nickname given to her by her mother, and used by everyone but her father.
And so, she grew up the baby of the family. Barely a mage in a family of great magic. But, her elder brothers loved her and looked out for her and the three were very close, especially with the oldest, Ferrin, whom she respected, envied, and idolized. Unwanted and rejected by her father, she spent a lot of time with her mother, whom she took after in looks, even having nearly the same shade of hair. Her favorite times were when her mother would sit down and brush that hair while singing. She spent most of her days studying and practicing magic, in an all-consuming effort to somehow make her father proud of her. She never succeeded.
One day, however, war came to their city. An empire was forming, growing, sucking up cities and countries in it's wake. Arcadia was next in the Alvarez Empire's sight. The fighting was harsh and destructive with powerful mages on both sides tearing asunder the very earth itself. At it's height, a powerful demon suddenly appeared in the city, reeking havoc. Whether the demon was summoned by either side in desperation, or by a third party, or completely unrelated, no one really knows. But it was so dangerous, soldiers and mages of both sides, even citizens were called to arms.
The city burned.
During the confusion, and for reasons unknown, her father grabbed what he could, took her mother and the three siblings and fled. But the oldest brother got separated from them. He was later presumed dead. Her father never was the same. He drove them hard, fleeing as if hell itself were after him. They fled west, into the unknown. Crossing mountains, lakes, and lands unknown, to settle in the country of Takahan.
Seemingly destroyed by the death of his favorite Son, her father deteriorated. He grew angry, unreasonable. He devoted most his time to his studies, and when he appeared, his mood was evil and abusive. He pressed her brother and her harder then ever to train and always compared them mockingly to their missing sibling, Flavia most of all. It grew so bad that Flavia couldn't take it. With a single written goodbye, she pilfered a magic tome from their meager possessions and fled.
With some close calls, luck, several curious coincidences, and a bizarre incident involving an undead chicken that will never be adequately explained, she ended up in Dragon Heart. Now, she has been a member for a little over a year...
"I practice and practice and learn and I never get anywhere! Mrgrgr!. Oh! I'm sorry"
Barrier Magic (D rank)
Description: Caster type magic.
Simple in concept, versatile in use. The caster may create temporary solid areas that can be molded and moved as the caster wishes. Strength and longevity are proportional to the caster's inherent power and time spend gathering magic, one can be sacrificed for the other. (Short-lived but strong, and vis versa) Also, size and complexity of shape are proportionally to magic spent and are generally inversely affected by the previous attributes. (Strong but small, or large but flimsy). In addition, a truly powerful caster could charge the barriers with other magics to give them that element, which can have a variety of affects that change the nature of the barrier itself, depending on what is used and the caster's intentions. Distance from the caster is also a factor, further then a few feet and it takes significantly more magic and concentration, but anywhere within that radius doesn't change the cost much.
Flavia herself isn't very adapt with her magic, though not for the lack of trying. Her technical knowledge is vast, but her talent, power, and magical stores are depressingly small. She struggles to put up small barriers that could block a wall-thrown fastball or anything larger then her (small) frame. Basic change of natures she can do, but it takes time and she struggles to do so. Her spells in general have a high failure rate, which can be anything from spending the magic and getting nothing, to it abruptly vanishing, or even the barrier detonating with a lot of force. She is, to put it bluntly, magically inept.
But perhaps there is more to her then she thinks. The Astra family blood she carries is potent in the extreme...
Spells
*Note, she doesn't have true control over most of these.
Barrier - the simple conjuring of a barrier and the primary spell. Subsequent spells generally modify the basic barrier to change it or produce different effects.
- Rebound! - The barrier gains a rubbery, springy nature, strengthening its to defense against blunt hits and impacts at the cost of weakness to other types like slash or pierce. Also makes it more malleable and easier to shape.
- - Harden! - The barrier stiffens, becoming hard and strong, but more brittle. Strong against slashing hits or piercing attacks and the like, but shatters easily, making it weaker toward blunt impacts. Good against most projectiles too.
- - Soften! - Fairly advanced, the barrier takes on a more liquid form and becomes very very dense. Difficult to hold, shape, and move, but nigh-invulnerable to most (reasonable) physical attacks. But, magic or energy-based attacks will pass through more easily.
- - Absorption! - A primarily energy-focused barrier, physical attacks will pass right through with barely any effort, but very strong against magic and energy-based attacks. Things like sounds, force, fire, electricity, ect.
- - Pierce!/Cut! - An offensively oriented spell that shapes a barrier's edge to a sharp point or edge and launches it at a target. The stronger the mage, the sharper the point/edge.
- - (More to come...)
Sephirah (C rank)
Description: Holder Magic, a black-bound tome with a vaguely tree-like design (left is back, right is front) emblazoned in gold on each cover.
Sephirah is an ancient magic tome that allows it's wielder cast Light and even Holy elemental magic, not matter their personal affinity. While the tome itself is powerful, she, however, is not. Thus she can't use it to its full potential. Still, it is strong enough to make up somewhat for her weakness, letting her keep up with most mages. She dislikes using it and tries not to rely on it too much, but given her ineptitude with her inherent magic, often times she has no choice.
Light magic in general is noted for being very fast over other types, but not as good at inflicting pure damage. Holy magic, on the other hand, trades speed for raw power. There is often some overlap between the two types of magic. It should also be noted that Holy magic is very strong against dark magic and creatures of darkness.
Spells
*Note, most spells' effectiveness, speed, and power is lowered greatly due to her weakness.
- Flash - A cantrip made originally as a joke, but turned out to be very useful. Fires off a blindingly bright pulse of light.
- - Lux - Basic light spell fires a beam of light, can be cast quickly and multiple times at once with no incantation, but not very strong. beam spam!
- - Luxa - A more advanced version of the Lux spell that conjures a prism that divides the beam into multiple streams. Covers a wide area, but the individual beams are weaker then a cast of Lux.
- - Luxaga - Third level of Lux, a searing column of light that falls from the heavens to smite the target, followed by multiple smaller beams over a small area.
- - Luxaja - ???
- - Caleum - Holy magic that bathes a small area in a continuous ray of purifying light.
- - Paralysis - Status infliction that doesn't inflict any physical harm. Fires a fast beam that causes numbness and loss of control, but can be resisted by those with strong constitutions. However, multiple hits stack heavily and can bring down even strong foes. Has no effect on nonliving/nonorganic things.
- - Lightbringer - Summons a melee weapon of solid light that the caster can telekinetically control. Multiple weapons are possible, but draining, and require extreme concentration.
- - Holy Arrow - Long range Holy magic that has a limited ability to "curve" to follow targets. Lacks power. Creates an arrow or a barrage of arrows out of light and fires them. The smaller ones are weaker individually but much harder to avoid.
- - Resplendence - Currently the strongest spell she can cast out of the book. It has a long cast time and slow speed, but can inflict powerful holy damage over a wide area. It darkens an area by gathers ambient light into countless streams of small lights that swirl about before freezing in place, appearing like a beautiful starry sky come to earth, then violently chain-exploding. *one cast would nearly exhaust her
- - Radiant Dawn - Technically the second most powerful spell, but focuses magic on a single point rather than over a wide area. Visually, it creates a small, incredibly bright mote of light above the target, then, after a pause, drops it, producing a brilliant explosion that looks like a sunrise from a distance. *one cast would completely exhaust her and potentially kill her if she's running low on magic.
- - (More in the future?)
"I don't have much, but what I do have is very important to me."
- Books, a small library of them, always has a few on hand. (Where all her spare cash goes)
- Sephirah, the Magic Tome
- A silver and jade comb that was once her mother's
"Random facts? Um. well. Let's see..."
- She is a decent cook. Brews a good pot of coffee as well.
- Startles easily.
- Despite his personality, she is terrified of Dreadlin. Just the sight of him will send her running.
- Oddly enough, Vega doesn't actively frighten her. She just hates his guts.
- Voted most 'likely to apologize' in the guild
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Crimson Raven *Rolls a Nat 1*
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The Republic of Vaelia
The Landscape
The Republic of Vaelia covers what could be generously called a patchwork of terrain, most of it bits that other countries didn't want. Geographically, they are situated south of Kingdom of Aurr, sharing the southern end of the same mountain range all that but slices the Vaelia in half. The Verillander uplands roll to the south and east, dotted by ancient ruins from an unknown civilization. The great Undin River snakes across most of it in some form or another, to empty into the Aspara sea. To the west of the mountain range, an arid flat, wind-beaten land called the Flatt Looonnng Steppes. Most of the small territory wraps in a crescent-shape around the Aspara sea, forming a long stretch of land called the Phora Coast. Most of the coast gives way to sheer cliff sides, but for a few natural bays and beaches. The Aspara sea is rich in fish and oil, but not without it's share of dangers.
The Verhillander Uplands, also called Over-Hill-and-Under Uplands:
These gentle, hilly, verdant lands may look friendly, but a contain a particularly nasty population of creatures. Dangerous predators like the fearsome Grimalkin Bodmin: small hard-to-spot felines that are both obscenely clever and incredibly strong, or massive, flying Aevis: dragon-like birds that make their nests in the mountains but come down to hunt and mate. Other hazards include hostile tribes of demihumans: Hobgoblins, Goblins, Kobolds, and the occasional Trolls. In addition, huge swarms of plant-eating insects sweeping over the land aren't uncommon. Rarely, one might glimpse the Naga: half serpentine half human hybrids who dwell underground. Not much is known about them other than this: those who seek to know more rarely return.
If it can be tamed, the land makes for good farmland. With recent innovations making it safer, villages are starting to fill the landscape, with towns forming waypoints that connect them. The largest of which is Randal, situated on two sides of the river Undin. Randal was supposedly named after a famous hero who fought in the War of the Breach. His legend is something anyone living there could tell you (a version of). The city is a messy, sprawling affair, grown rich and fat on trade that comes up the river.
Hilly grassland region west/southwest, mountain range to the north, steppe, coast
"When I first laid my eyes on the City of Gears, I struggled to believe what I saw. Everywhere I looked, I saw wonders great and small. Metal golems that acted like people, Stones that gave off a blinding brilliance, lighting the streets and houses, even carriage-like contraptions that drew themselves with nary a horse in sight. And there was more--much more! 'This.' I remember thinking to myself. 'This is the future.'"
Yamthurr: Goddess of the Wise and the Fools
Temple location: Intebunie (In-teh-boo-ni)
Yamthurr stands at the height of nine feet tall and is cloaked in a simple, black dress that flows behind her as she walks. Her temple is filled with endless amounts of scrolls and books, depicting the history of the world from when the Gods arrived in the mortal realms, to the study of all the known plants and animals; if it exists as a book or scroll it is somewhere in her temple. Scholars flock to her temple to find information on their subject at hand and most, if not all, are left feeling empty as they leave without finding a shred of knowledge that they needed. The Goddess, and her followers, allow any and all to enter her halls and to seek out the knowledge they seek yet she rarely gives it freely.
A wise person, in the eyes of the Goddess, seeks knowledge and knowledge alone. Her followers read and read, and when they are finished, they read someone. Random books and scrolls are grabbed from the shelves and placed on the tables, where they are examined from start to finish. Those that come seeking specific knowledge are met with books and scrolls that never seem close to their area of study, no matter how much of the library they search. A fool’s errand for the fools.
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Crimson Raven *Rolls a Nat 1*
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"Clickclickclickclickclickclack
Do you hear that?
Kekekekeke."
Do you hear that?
Kekekekeke."
"The gods are deciding our fate."
Name: Subject No.16
Codename: Telos
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Personality Questions:
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-You're fighting a worthy opponent who you're about to defeat, then they forsake their humanity and give up their self just to beat you, how do you react?
-A good friend of yours abandons you and everyone they know in the pursuit of strength, how do you feel?
-Someone you have romantic interest enters a relationship with someone else, what do you do?
-How do you feel about explosions?
-You lost a fight, what are you going to do about it?
-Where do you go when you die?
-What's your worst nightmare?
-Do you believe in karma?
-Can evil people be rehabilitated?
-Are you a bad person?
-A good friend of yours abandons you and everyone they know in the pursuit of strength, how do you feel?
-Someone you have romantic interest enters a relationship with someone else, what do you do?
-How do you feel about explosions?
-You lost a fight, what are you going to do about it?
-Where do you go when you die?
-What's your worst nightmare?
-Do you believe in karma?
-Can evil people be rehabilitated?
-Are you a bad person?
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Abilities:
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Equipment:
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Crimson Raven *Rolls a Nat 1*
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4 yrs ago
(Child of Truth)
Hitomi ((Eye) Pupil)
Sayuri (Lily)
Chiharu (Thousand Springs)
"My true name, is unpronounceable in this language. This is but a close approximation."
• Name:
Mako
(Child-who-seeks-False-Truth-by-its-Tails is a more descriptive version.)
"I'm proud of what I am. Can you say the same?"
• Monster Type:
Kitsune
"I gave myself a much easier name for humans to remember."
• Human Name:
Akane Yurei
"Oh, just a few centuries. Or so. Who's counting?"
• Age:
Most often seen in a human form roughly in the thirties.
• Class: Tactical Agent
"Such fun toys humans make! They can be so cleaver with their hands."
• Weapons:
Kogitsune-maru - A short red and orange Vibro-Katana. Designated: Vulcan Conducting Oscillator (VCO)-16, she didn't think that name was cute enough so she re-christened it Kogitsune-maru. It is designed to utilize the heat already produced by the vibrations to overheat, able to reach extreme temperatures. Clever machinations make it capable of emitting blasts of fire with a swing. The handle is, of course, insulated.
K.I.T.S.U.N.E (Knowledge Integrating Tactical Sight and Universal Navigation Equipment) Mask - Made with top-of-the-line tech, this incongruous-seeming red and white fox mask's functions are twofold: first it is able to project holograms of the wearer's choosing. They can be invisible, cloaked in shadow or mist, or seem be in multiple places at once, or a different location entirely. It can produce flashes of light, loud noises, even fake or cover heat signatures and smells.
Secondly, the mask has build in sensory tech, able to provide modes to filter out bright light, see in the dark, provide heat vision, and scanning capabilities. However, it provides no direct defensive or mobility abilities, and the mask itself is on the fragile side.
She had the mask made so that use of her own illusions would easily be put down to the mask's doing.
"Toys are fun, but a Kitsune's magic is in her blood. Such things are second nature."
• Special Abilities:
Powerful Illusions - Kitsune are capable of weaving illusions that fool every sense, even touch. Their only limitations are that they do not create anything that is solid or real. It would take superhuman senses to see through them. They can be projected into the mind, only visible to those affected, or cast into the physical world for anyone to see.
Psychic Abilities - Kitsune said to be able to look into the minds and hearts of those around them. This ability, normally used to communicate with each other, is especially effective on humans. It gives them a powerful passive insight. Individual thoughts are hard to discern at a distance, but emotions, especially strong ones, are laid bare before them. This makes it difficult to lie to one or hide one's intentions. This has a rough radius of ten meters or so. Deeper reading requires close proximity to physical contact. The highest level of this is to actually posses the target, giving access to all their memories as if they were her own. But this takes both physical contact and time. Intimate contact works best, shortening the time required.
Fox Fire - The mythical energy of Kitsune. Much like the nature of Kitsune, its a fickle power prone to seethes and surges. Contrary to its name, its not actually a type of fire, but many of its effects appear with fire. Its main ability is to warp natural forces to the will of the Kitsune, be it fire, earth, weather, or even concepts like light or gravity. But they use it only as a last resort when trickery and deceit fail.
As a note: Among kaiju with enough intelligence to take a human form, Kitsune are especially adapt, able to shift at will into any nearly any form, gender, age, or appearance. They can perfectly copy someone else or create a completely unique look.
"Oh, the trinkets collected over a m--er few decades of life."
• Inventory: In human form, she always carries a kitsune mask on her person. She also has a beautiful jewel that she treasures. She has a full set of Tactical Agent gear; grappling hooks, a set of medium armor (nothing special), and a brace of firearms. However, she detests the armor and rarely wears it.
"Oh, very well. A trip down memory lane. Be sure not to get lost."
• Background:
Mako was always a curious one. From the time she could walk, she ran her mother around in circles trying to keep track of her. That never changed as she matured. But one day, there appeared a rift. A tear in space and time. She felt drawn to it. She drew close to it. Then, with a rush of wind, she fell through it.
It was the result of an Warp Quake, early in humanity's history.
Soon after, she came into contact with the creatures called 'humans'. She was immediately entranced, fascinated, captivated by them, obsessed with them. Their quirks and foibles. Their tendencies to accomplish great good and great evil. Their tendencies to fear what they do not know, to worship things greater then themselves. To love, lust, hate, enjoy, be happy, to be sad. To live such short lives yet do so much with them.
Humanity, she decided, was infinitely entertaining.
The young kitsune quickly learned to walk among them. She learned their ways, their languages. She spent centuries trying to understand them, sometimes through simple talk, but more often by manipulating them or circumstances around them, pushing them to the brink and back again. Every time she thought she had them figured out, some action or word would surprise her, and she'd remember why she loved them so much.
There was one man, however, who claimed her heart. And it was because of that love that many misfortunes befell them both.
Many years passed, and during them, she traveled the world. Warp Quakes were becoming more common, more kaiju appeared. She even saw fellow kitsune on rare occasions. She watched, always fascinated as humanity began to change, and it does, to face this new threat. Adapt and overcome. She caught wind of the formation of an organization being made to fight these invaders. Deciding she wanted a front row seat to this great change, and realizing she could be in danger herself, she was able to gain membership in the guise of a young girl early in it's formation.
Twenty years passed quickly as she gradually rose in rank in the Monster Federation Force. She even pretended to age, as to not arouse suspicion. According to her nature, on occasion she help them achieve their goals, and other times, she secretly hindered them. She bore other monsters no ill will, even feeling a type of kinship with some of them, but humanity she loved with a fierce passion, and decided that it must be preserved. She, as always keeps an ear to the ground, and in recent times, she has noticed something strange was going on. Reports that didn't add up. Events that seemed just a little suspect. With her ability to gain intel from both sides, she has begun to catch a glimpse of a bigger picture...
"What else? My, you are full of curiosity."
• Other:
Hates Dogs.
Loves Sweets and Fried Food.
Loves Festivals.
Is exceptionally evasive about her age.
Is very wealthy.
Fantastic marksman and swordsman.
Plays violin, something she picked up while traveling the world.
She collects bells.
Hobbies also include people-watching and messing with people.
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"...well. You don't look like much. But you'll have to do."
Name: Izana
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