Name:Sieve

Age:27 year old body, six months since being reanimated

Gender: Male skeleton, no pronoun preference

Race: Undead human

Appearance:

Sieve is the reanimated skeleton of a plague victim. After six months of being re-alive he has been stripped of his flesh and is now literally a set of bones held together by magic. A hyper-conservative plague doctor uniform allows him to blend in a bit, although months of wear and tear have caused it to gray out and have a few rough edges here and there. His wand is made of charred wood and is worthless in actual combat situations, serving only as a decoration for civilians to trust him. It was carefully picked to not be too big, so as too not look ridiculous when held by a pair of suspiciously thin hands.

His hat is stitched into his outfit, and is made out of a thick and affordable leather. Sieve's metal mask has more scratches and dings than any headwear has the right to, and by his old world's safety regulations is a safety violation in every stretch of the word.

Sieve's robes are sewn from a thin and surprisingly rough cloth and require him to awkwardly curtsy in formal situations, hiding his pvc pipe shaped body and a pair of muddy, chunky work boots.

EDIT: Forgot to include his height, 5'6".

Personality: The few other plague prototypes that became sentient either rejected their role in life or directly rebelled. Sieve saw the foreign organization that created him as heroes and would naively follow orders to avoid the shameful feeling of being a burden. While he lied to himself about voluntarily saving people, the truth was that Sieve was afraid of being alone and without purpose. After the events on his old world he matured significantly, but is now riddled with the trauma of possibly being the only survivor of a doomed world.

Sieve is optimistic by nature and tends to treat serious things as if they were no big deal, and vice versa. His obsession with proving himself has ramped up to higher levels now that he's gotten stronger, while simultaneously guilting him when he feels that he has not done enough.

As a plague doctor he's used to entering dangerous environments and being the mine canary of his groups, developing a reckless streak over time. Charging skull-first into danger is what he was quite literally born to do. "Honor" means nothing to him and Sieve will happily run away if it means being safe.

Biography: In a distant universe, a victorian steampunk world took it's last doomed wheeze. Artificial plagues created by necromancers killed in the hundreds, all for the sake of obtaining clean bodies. Foreign powers realized that the threat would soon leak into their lands and concluded that the only way to neutralize death was by creating more death. Sieve was one of the first of the undead created by imprisoned necromancers for the sake of controlling disease, an ideal task for someone unaffected by pestilence.

After six months of working as a plague doctor Sieve encountered the end of his journey. His travels revealed that outsiders only looked at his homeland as a weapons testing ground and a longterm human psychology test, and that he was a failed prototype for virtue of being sentient. His creator was long dead, his human colleagues were being ordered to destroy him on sight and the plague spread to every nation like a ravenous bonfire. With no where else to go Sieve fell into a deep despair, having learned that his efforts towards saving others were in vain. It was then that he crossed into a strange new world, sensing the ability to try again.

Class: A plague doctor whose abilites translate into a scout character. Has a large round heart marked on his forehead.

Gift: Sieve can "slide" from place to place by carefully focusing on the wind keeping his frame intact to push him forward. It's only slightly faster than running, but is silent.

Natural Powers: Sieve has the ability to control air, like the kind his skeleton is magically held by. This allows him to use "hard" air and "soft" air. The former allows the creation of a rectangular barrier of air that deflects attacks. Hard air is noisy when used successfully, as the whip-crack noise of the sound barrier implies it has defended the caster well.

"Soft" air is used for offensive purposes. It's a small sphere of cycling air that can be used as a projectile. Sieve can also use it to land softly from high distances, but it's not advisable if there's another way available due to how draining it would be.

Talents: Skilled at using his wind magic and agile enough to dodge attacks that would have otherwise obliterated his skeletal form. Sieve isn't a master of social engineering but can avoid revealing his identity for vital amounts of time when dealing with regular people. He is also knowledgeable on disease, although that may be debatable in the new world.

Weaknesses: Being aware that he was created for the sake of saving people only to fail completely at it has filled Sieve with a mildly destructive urge to do good, as well as a crippling fear of being seen as "Lesser".

Being reliant on magical air to keep your skeleton put together means that if Sieve were to be 100% cut off from magic he would be a pile of bones and not much else. While damage to individual bones isn't fatal, cracking the area of his skull that contains his heart mark would instantly kill him.

Name: Jessica Parker

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Class: Brawler

Appearance:



Jessica's main outfit consists of a white dress shirt under a suede coat and messily made tie with diagonal cream and red stripes. She wears a short skirt the same color of her coat over a pair of shorts. The oddly formal ensemble clashes with a pair of old trusty red and white sneakers and fingerless gloves, whose tacky fake leather is dyed the color of strawberry syrup.

Personality: Jessica "Punch 'em" Parker, otherwise known as patient zero among anger management counselors, is the result of god trying to make a human sock 'em bop 'em robot. It's not that she goes out of her way to seek violence, it's just that thinking hurts and punching is cool. Word on the block is that she joined a kickboxing tournament and won by punching. Her old room was covered in horse posters, not because she liked them but because they neatly covered the various holes in the wall.

Jessica tends to get fired up over the worst ideas imaginable, and will often quarrel with anyone who knows that eating glue and amateur parkour is bad. She is fond of using ridiculous, incoherent phrases instead of curse words from years of being scolded by teachers.

Likes: Punching, Spicy food, Eurobeat, Initial D, Punching again, Competitive videogames

Dislikes: Tea, Counting, Being told to grow up

Notable Traits: Jessica vaguely fears and respects equines, after having recurring dreams as a child where her horse posters would eat her.

Belongings: A journal and the ugliest pair of gloves the world has ever seen

Abilities: Jessica has gained the ability to use placement magic. Punching can hurt the attacker due to forces recoiling on their own body, but if the fist in question were to warp from point A to point B, the fist would escape recoil damage due to the universe trying to calculate what just happened and giving up halfway through, resulting in a consistent way to inflict damage. If she were to be strong enough she'd be able to warp her body short distances.

Jessica's parkour adventures have made her mildly athletic enough to climb, crawl and jump well past the level of the average person.

History: Jessica was raised in an orphanage and sent to a public school so bad that it was legally classified as a national threat to world stability. Eventually she got used to the hectic atmosphere and the sight of seeing a car on fire twice a week. One day while heading home from school, Jessica attempted to stop two men from mugging a teenager, seemingly succeeding until one pulled out a firearm. She's new to the afterlife, only having been re-alive for a couple of days.

Other: This hasn't been mentioned before, and is a tiny detail to her character. Jessica likes punching.

EDIT: forgot to capitalize the D in his name, whoops.

Character Age- 24

Out of game description - Will can be quickly summarized as the black and white "you're doing it wrong" part of an infomercial. No other human being has come close to him in terms of screw-ups, mistakes, errors and buffoonery. As anyone who's met him knows, he has the luck of a black cat underneath a ladder. Will isn't the type to do take it slow and can be obsessive, delusional, and hard to deal with at times. Anyone caught in the middle of his stupid ideas will think he's friendly, but will often opt to create as much distance between them as possible.

He has a tendency to hyperventilate whenever something catches his interest and frequently develops a nice set of bloodshot eyes when he finds something new to fawn over. The bags under his eyes are gucci.

Character History - After all one hundred and seventy-three of his career ideas were rejected by his middle school counselor, a young and plucky Will Nguyen was told to be as realistic as he could when planning his future. A couple of hours later, after slouching around in an old bean bag chair in his room, he had an epiphany. If he couldn't be all the crazy things he wanted to be, why not choose the most boring job imaginable! He'd work and afterwards would indulge in all the same things he enjoyed now! After mulling over which career seemed the most boring he finally settled on becoming an accountant.

Years later, at the age of 24, Will has fallen into the sarlacc pit of online gaming. After receiving an invitation to participate in Dreamscape Online he nearly passed out. After making sure he wasn't dreaming and adjusting the "You can do it" kitten poster on his desk, the office drone wasted no time in signing up.

In game information

In game username - Walker McDonald's

Character Race - Human

Primary Class- Archer
Secondary Class - N/A
Cross Class - N/A

Character Appearance -


*Brown hair, brown eyes
*5'5"
*160 lbs
*Walker's clothes and appearance are exactly the same as the ones in the character picture, with the exception of the metal shoulder accessory.

Gear and Stats

Weapon type - A light, medium-sized bow. The knife he has does nothing in combat situations and is for everyday tasks.
Armor - Light armor. The aforementioned shoulder accessory.
Other misc gear - An obnoxious cowboy hat like in the picture.

Strength - 1/5 (How physically strong are you)
Intelligence - 1/5 (How gifted are you with magic)
Dexterity - 5/5 (How good are you with ranged weapons, and with your hands)
Speed - 4/5 (How fast are you, this also affects your stealth)
Toughness - 3/5 (How fragile are you? 1 a piece of paper, 5 a oak tree. This effects your HP)
Luck - 3/5 (How lucky are you? Affects crits and item drops as well as your odds in item events)

Passive ability: Fortune Seeker- Passively can see highlighted objects in areas when the object exceeds a certain value, all items sold to vendors give twice as much gold, silver, and copper. The player also has better chances to encounter chance events that generate randomly by 50%

Misc

Will wanted to make a cowboy character despite knowing nothing about cowboys and the game not supporting them, hence the ridiculous first and last name.

Walker is a pretty muscular avatar, but it's only cosmetic and he can't actually do much.

Will is extremely unlucky in real life, but his avatar is decently lucky, which will probably be a running gag.

Name: Mark STEEEEL (Yelling his last name like that is mandatory for Mark)

Appearance: A 175cm human bottle rocket, MARK STEEL THE MAN OF STEEL is a fifth generation chimera with a pair of floppy, lightish brown canine ears and a matching tail. Mark will never not sport a soft and long buzz cut the same color of his dog traits.

His body is severely toned, lithe and olive in color. His usual outfit consists of a camo tank top, your basic pale green military hat, and of course, dog tags. He wears baggy army pants and chunky black boots as well. On his neck hangs a small silver whistle.

Age: 17

Species: Fifth generation chimera. Specific heritage unknown, but his animal features are undeniably canine in appearance.

Gender: Male

Occupation: First year

Personality: Mark's obsession with the disciplined and powerful nature of the ideal military man has influenced his entire personality beyond belief. While most children grow out of their "I want to be a soldier" phase once puberty hits, Mark only became more enamored with the concept.

His fervent studies of both ancient and contemporary military customs have inspired him to withhold a bizarre and self-invented soldier's code. He strongly believes in heavy daily exercise, wearing a uniform no matter how inappropriate the occasion, and speaking to everyone in loud, boisterous militarly lingo. Mark believes that military men should all sleep, eat and even bathe together for the sake of increasing morale, and the side that he bats for has been the subject of many heated debates between people who have suffered his presence. His motivational speeches have earned him a small reputation among the younger crowd, who have no doubt been forced to hear his extreme rambles at events.

Openness to Experience: 20
Neuroticism: 25
Agreeableness: 75
Extroversion: 80
Conscientiousness: 90

Strength: 5
Endurance: 6
Constitution: 5
Agility: 7
Dexterity: 3
Intelligence: 3
Wisdom: 4
Charisma: 7

Magic Type Preference: Reality manipulation

Innate Magic Talent: Mark's magic consists of manipulating reality by will, similar to a bard. The medium he chooses to achieve this is through coaching. Performing actions that attract the target's attention and speaking to them tactfully can either enhance their abilities or deflate them, although the former is used the majority of the time due to the nature of being a coach figure.

Mark is unaware of the technical specifics of his powers, and considers his magic to be "Speaking to and unlocking someone's inner soldier."

Interests:
ANCIENT ancient military history, think Rome and Sparta (Greece)
Exercise
Dogs
Strengthening the bonds between his fellow man
Superheroes
Rolling around in mud
Giving motivational speeches
Children's board games and action figures
Eating war rations as regular food
Eating dog food as regular food

Skills: Motivating others, one-handed push ups, losing to children at board games

Biography: Mark grew up in a drab Unoctocan orphanage seemingly in the middle of nowhere. He never knew his parents and seeked out friends at a young age to fill that family-shaped hole in his heart. The name Mark Steel is a fake one, selected by himself to replace his boring, traditional name that was slapped on to him during his early days there.

Mark enjoyed the orphanage's limited supply of comics, although it was the superhero and Unoctocan propaganda comics that caught his eye more than anything. He would read the tattered second hand stories over and over again until his fingertips would turn black from the ink. He frequently read them out loud to his friends, and the children would all reenact the best scenes in the fields outside their shared home.

As he became older and all his friends outgrew their dreams, Mark clung to the idea of becoming a soldier, while keeping a soft spot for the fictional heroes of his past. The pre-teen spent the next couple of years training like a madman and screaming pep talks others around like a sergeant, much to their dismay.

One of the orphanage's many employees was a retired Mordhaben scholar, who devoted his last days to relaxation while occasionally keeping an eye out for talent. Mark's overwhelming and tiring personality seemed horrible for a coach, yet he carried out the role well. A little too well. After questioning the annoying army boy a few times he found himself supernaturally motivated to fulfill his job, confirming his suspicions and landing Mark a place to hone his skills at.

WIP, missing some stuff teehee

The earth magic hailing from Tembrot village is a branch of traditional magic that bases its rituals off of positive aspects related to the earth. Austerity, endurance, hard work and a strong connection to your community are seen as the most ideal characteristics one can have as a magician.

A magic ritual from another branch might require rare ingredients or something similarly extravagant; Earth rituals are different in that they involve a similar amount of effort but are focused on the willpower of the individual above all else. Possible rituals include running around a rock several hundred times, digging a giant hole and filling it up, carving ridiculously large spirals in the earth, etcetera. Even with willpower as the main focus, kinship is almost as important. Male earth magicians are often required to build ornamental mud houses to channel a paternal energy for barrier magic, while their female counterparts might be tasked with sculpting humanoid and animalian figures to channel maternal summoning magic.

Cerrad’s femininity severely hampers his ability to achieve the power of a true Tembrot wizard. He is currently able to summon a warthog piglet and an adult warthog. Summoning the adult warthog is a difficult and time consuming process, and he is currently in a tumultuous relationship with both creatures.

Biography

Cerrad grew up in a small town of earth magicians where hard work and endurance were revered. Despite relentless training by his father, Cerrad was unsuccessful in casting magic and grew increasingly bitter and frustrated, eventually deciding to live away from his parents as an act of defeat. Most of his family was patient with his incompetence and frequently reminded him that he was welcome to return, but the overly self-critical Cerrad refused and opted to live a mundane life to avoid further disappointment.

Or so it seemed, until he accidentally summoned a warthog piglet after a particularly hard day of work. It took only a small amount of time to recover from the taboo act of performing women’s magic, as he realized that this meant he wasn’t completely hopeless. For the next couple of years he trained in secrecy, with the poor results expected from someone with no magical mentor and a suffocated schedule.

Personality

Since summoning is the feminine half of Tembrot magic, Cerrad views his limited abilities as shameful and will give false and vague answers on his magic and upbringing. He is an incredibly vain perfectionist who despises being dirty in any way, and puts a large amount of effort on his appearance.

He dislikes children and animals because of their helplessness and he considers anybody who isn’t self-sufficient to be below him and unworthy of being assisted. All of his mannerisms and personality traits are a direct contrast to the ideal Tembrot magician, a fact he is acutely aware of, although mentioning it would infuriate him to no end. Cerrad has a short temper and is normally annoyed or angry, which can be easily seen by the way he grits his teeth when going through either emotion. His voice will also shift from being soft and gentle to sounding like a bitter old man while ticked off, with his traditional tastes in clothing enhancing the effect.

Extra

• Hands are always cold
• Refuses to name his familiars
• Earth staves should be plain unlike his, but he hates their appearance
• Has a pouch filled with dried fruit, a common ingredient in earth summoning rituals
• Hates tea but drinks it regularly

Lady Uervia is an avian beastfolk with jet black feathers and eyes that give her a slightly intimidating and elegant appearance. She is around six feet in height, taller than most human men. Her body is adorned with intricate robes that lay somewhere between kitsch and extravagant. She has two sets of high maintenance talons and speaks with a very formal, arrogant and royal tone.

When in the wild she instead wears simple dresses that convey the idea of regal femininity without restricting arm movement or using delicate fabrics.




Lady Uervia is a haughty and extroverted woman who sees herself as a lady of high social status. She enjoys playing games of chance and telling riddles. She is fascinated by shiny objects, particularly precious stones and jewelry that most find gaudy and repulsive. As a twenty-two year old crow beastfolk, Uervia is considered a middle aged woman, the avian equivalent to a human in their forties.

She enjoys listening to music and will coo along to the melody. Uervia tends to wave her talons around in an exaggerated fashion to emphasize her words in a manner that she considers elegant. Her laugh is especially exaggerated, sounding like a mix between a cawing bird and a sadistic queen's guffaw.

She hates boredom more than anything else in the world and constantly seeks entertainment. Her hatred of boredom is so strong that she has hoarder tendencies and a strong dislike for one-hundred percent certainty. Uervia will go as far as tipping the scales against her if it means having more fun, even in combat.

Uervia is a scholar who has had extensive archery training, albeit with no true combat experience against anything other than targets or animals. Her bow, named Quill, is a compound bow that has been slightly modified to suit a wielder with talons. It is incredibly heavy and firing arrows from it is a slow and tough process, although her avian eyes guarantee extreme precision.

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Uervia was born to a wealthy pair of merchants in one of Terra's more civilized areas. Avian beastfolk have a tendency to raise their children in a way that most other races consider heartless, taking no time in shoving them out into the world and leaving them behind. She was no exception, and her parents sent her off to fend for herself as soon as she was capable of speaking. Uervia's life was more pampered than most however, having been sent off to a special school for beastfolk rather than being dumped in the wilderness or what have you.

The school she attended focused on etiquette and combat with a very pro-beastfolk viewpoint. Any and all questions relating to the history of the world were shrugged off with simple one sentence explanations, usually boiling down to beastfolk appearing before any other race and being special, unique, etcetera.

Predictably, Uervia grew unsatisfied in being a caged bird and sought to explore the world in order to both find out the truth on its origins and hone her archery skills, as she was tired of firing wooden targets and longed for the real deal. Many years have passed since her graduation. She has since used her talents in etiquette and combat to work as a fur trader, hunting game or occasionally buying low and selling high from others like herself. As time goes by she has grown more restless for adventure.



Rival: Wileod, a human mercenary who almost killed Uervia. She challenged him to a bet, tricked him and won, although he ran away before she could claim his life.

Family: Her parents, Krolas and Miraglen Tiniebla. Many avian beastfolk don't pass on their last names to their children until they have proven themselves. Uervia is no longer a young adult, hasn't seen them since infancy and wishes to receive their approval.

_Name

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Elif Edelweiss

_Age

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15

_Appearance

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Five feet and six inches of slight lankiness. A body developed from delivering medical equipment from point A to point B in top speeds but not much else.

_Biography

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Elif's father was a respected and talented medic who had drowned himself in work to forget the grief of losing his wife during childbirth. He loved his daughter, but never had the time or energy to tend to her. Elif grew up as an only child with an insatiable curiosity towards the world. She would relentlessly question her father over whatever procedure he was in the middle of and would start conversations with anyone after eventually getting sent outside.

They say it takes a village to raise a child, and that's exactly how Anna experienced her childhood. Piecemeal tidbits of information about the world outside a little infirmary were given to her by anyone who happened to be around. The conversations that stayed with her the most were the ones had with those with little time left to live. From a young age she had learned that life was short, unfair and very, very fragile. She wanted to soak up as much of everything before inevitably passing away like they did. Future events would force her to become aquainted with more of the world and would make her dream of those hazy, dreamlike days.

_Personality

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Elif is an extrovert with a bold and chatty personality. She has a bratty side that can occasionally come out, usually when denied the answer to something. She is knowledgeable over tending to injuries and isn't disgusted by the sight of excessive blood and gore due to her upbringing. She hasn't put her skills to the test outside of being an assistant, and the idea of another person putting their entire life in her hands is too much for her to handle. She is an earnest open book who is oblivious to the feelings of people who aren't the same way.

The reasoning behind her overly friendly personality is mostly normal, save for her feelings of frustration stemming from a lack of longlasting personal relationships. She's gotten used to people coming and going from her life, but still yearns for someone to stay.

_Statistics

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• Physical Strength: 8
• Speed: 14
• Teamwork: 14
• Leadership: 4
• Skill (Gear): 10

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No matter what kind of disaster happens to the world... they´ll still be here.

_Name

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Oliver Clive

_Age

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15

_Gender

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Male

_Appearance

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Oliver is smaller than most, with messy brown hair suppressed by an old beanie that he sloppily throws on anytime a visit to the outside world is necessary. A pair of wiry glasses is set in front of his lime green eyes, both contrasting with the tan brown color of his skin. He wears what many would consider "mom jeans" a couple of sizes too big for his thin body. Oliver has a rotating wardrobe of turtlenecks and sweaters that he layers with a polo shirt underneath. He does the bare minimum when it comes to maintaining his appearance and it shows.

_Personality

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Oliver is a fidgety and nervous teenage boy with a great passion for insects. He tends to spend his days huddled up in his room tending to his various specimens. He is outspoken about his worries and has a bitter side to him that shows up frequently, often when others express disgust at insects or blow off his concerns. Oliver treats the world outside of his room as if it were an alien planet and is overly worried about safety.

He is adamant in his belief that insects hold the key to survival. To him they´re a food source packed with nutrition, a source of medicines and poisons, and what humanity needs to embrace if they want to further spread out. Most people don´t care too much about his rambling.

_Background

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Oliver wasn´t always an only child. After a tragic incident that happened while he was too young to remember, his older sister was fatally wounded by a dinosaur after venturing too far out into the wilderness. His parents had previously been lifelong residents of Amberstone and their once carefree and wild personalities drastically changed after the loss of their first child. Ever since then, they´ve been overly protective of him and are glad that he has chosen such a quiet path in life. Both of his parents eventually resumed working after several years and leave their house in Oliver´s care. They provide him with whatever supplies he wants for insect care, relieved at his passion taking place primarily indoors. Their house is small and unkempt, as Oliver likes to hoard things in his room and no one really has time to clean.