[CHAR] Antediluvian Immortals (Multiversal RP)

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Name: Jarek Wildervan
Age: 20
Allegiance: The Lords of the Outer Plane
Personality: Jarrek learned from a young age that the bold and risky moves are the ones that normally create the best result, though indeed he has also learned that the can cause the largest loss as well. He was taught to have basic morals and ethics as well, though he isn't against thievery if there is no other option. Jarrek, though he is normally a bit of a loner, ultimately desires a family, a group of people who truly care for him, and while he is guarded, he is drawn to those who show kindness and honesty towards not only him, but others as well. In short, Jarrek is bold, daring, prideful, and a little reckless.
Species: Aeygyptan
Immortal Type:Reborn
City of Origin: Lemuria
Magic Source: N/A
Skills: Swords, brawling, survival
Secondary Skills: theivery, as well as "the arts"/persuasion
Equipment: Short blade, knife, dried meat (three days worth), bedroll

Backstory:

Jarrek Wildervan was born in the city of magic, though he was as powerless as the average man, unable to summon even the smallest spark of magic. Even less magical still was his life at home. He was born to Garth, a washed up drunk who cared more about his cheap booze than his actual son. Garth was lazy, and constantly sent Malinda and Jarrek to collect money for him doing whatever they could. When they returned empty handed, they were harshly beaten. This led Jarrek to become desperate, and soon he found himself stealing things to evade the painful bludgeons Garth would provide him with as well as to stave off the gnawing of hunger he would often find himself with.

As the years went on, Jarrek began to realize that there was more in life than scrounging for survival. There was more out there for he and his mother. They didn't deserve the lot that they had drawn. He would often daydream of the kind and loving embrace people who loved him, of warm, firelit houses where the smell of freshly baked bread was constant. He yearned for family, not the harsh and cold group of people he lived with now. That was not true family.

At the age of twelve, Jarrek did something that changed his life forever. He was going about his day, begging, doing odd jobs and so forth, when the house of a local mercenary caught his eye. This fighter was rather well off, and Jarrek could tell by the way he carried himself that he had more than enough money and food to go around. He waited until the mercenary was out of the house, and then attempted to rob it. attempted because, though there was no one in the house to stop him, there were magical traps that he did not perceive. Jarrek was knocked unconscious by one such defense, and when he awoke, the mercenary stood above him. The man didn't look angry, but rather amused by the poor attempt Jarrek had made to rob him. At first, the mercenary was going to throw him to the guards and let them sort it out, but something made him change his mind. Jarrek couldn't tell what it was, but something made the mercenary take pity on him and determine to train him. The mercenary had not had a apprentice in all his life, nor had he had any children, and perhaps it was his want, his desprate need to pass on his legacy before he met his fate that swayed his mind.

Regardless, the mercenary allowed the boy to train with him. After weeks of training, Jarrek was able to leave his life of thievery behind and join the mercenary on some of his less dangerous missions. Soon, Jarrek was bringing home honestly earned food and provisions to his family. Life was good. The mercenary, whose name was Bhor, grew to be like a father to Jarrek, a member of the warm loving family the boy had dreamed of. However, time continues on, and with it, loss.

On one of his many escapades,just eight years after first meeting Bhor, Jarrek finally experienced this loss. It wasn't any major journey or mission. He and Bhor were just supposed to scout out a group of bandits, steal back a book for some collector. However, that's where everything went downhill. Bhor and Jarrek accomplished this task fairly easily, but on the way back, Bhor read what was in the book. It was a book of magic, it seemed to be about dark necromancy of a sort, though Jarrek couldn't really understand any of the symbols or incantations. After reading through it, Bhor's morals got the best of him and he refused to accomplish the task. He decided to destroy the book and cancel the contract. His employer wouldn't take no for an answer, though. The morning after Bhor had met with his employer to cancel the contract, he was found in his house, throat slit and book missing.

Jarrek was filled with rage, with a thirst for revenge. He returned to the tavern where Bhor had met with the apparent necromancer, but the man was long gone. The bartender said he had never even seen him before. It was at that moment that Jarrek decided to leave his home, to take his skill on the road as a soldier for hire, all the while searching out his master's killer wherever he could. The chances of finding him were rather slim, Jarrek knew, but he had to try.

As he left his parents, his old washed up father and his aging kind mother, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Indeed, Garth had been nothing but cruel towards him, but he was still his father and, though it felt strange to think it, he loved him. He remembered the early days of his life, when he had foolishly dreamed of fleeing from Garth with his mother, a smile spreading across his face. With one last glance over his shoulder towards his home, Jarrek stepped into the unknown.

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Name: Kaleia El Nemaya
Age: 26
Allegiance: Order
Personality: Curious, she has always wondered whether her caring nature was down to being born within a nexus of positive magical energy or if it was the result of being nurtured. Having never met one of her kind that was evil presumed that she would likely never know. She is incredibly strong willed, and slow to anger. She has a an almost gut instinct for those causes that are good, and those that are not.
Species: Alfar
Immortal Type: Alphan
City of Origin: Lemuria
House: Dragon
Magic Source: Life-force
Magic Discipline: Psychic
Magic Type; Excellencies

Abilities
These would replace spells.

Avoidance: Those that have ability are frustrating foes to combat, bending and dodging blows as if they were made by addled children.

Slaying Touch: Allows her to strike a nerve cluster with the force to kill a humanoid opponent instantly.

Spider Climb: By balancing her weight and using the strength and agility in your limbs and hands is unequalled, and it shows. Able to find tiny cracks and uneven spots to hold while you move in any direction.

Tireless: It allows her to continue fighting or working long after others drop from exhaustion.

Wall Leaping: She can run along or up walls for short distances to escape or gain a better position against an enemy.

Vanish: When needed she can be as shadow and fog – able to vanish with but a moment to do so. You are a true
master of misdirection and disappearance, and in the blink of an eye you can be gone as if never even there.

Main Skills
Martial Arts (Armed and Unarmed and the use of pressure points): Most would consider her an expert, a virtual master, one of many in the known world.
Survival, Trapping & Foraging: This has enabled her to survive on her own in the wilds for many years.

Secondary Skills
Cooking: She has learned to cook the food she finds to ensure that food poisoning does not result.
Forging: Over the years has been taught to make her own weapons.
Sewing: Able to repair her own clothes and garments.

Equipment
She also possesses a few knives and various travelling accessories.

Sword

It is a magical blade that upon mental command is covered in pure ice and capable of manifesting freezing winds. This weapon is her pride and joy, and she is reluctant to give it up.

Backstory
Born to a noble family that were later murdered by assassins unknown, she was left alone. After wandering the city alone, begging for food that she came upon an old man that took pity upon her. Teaching her how to survive in multiple ways so that she would no longer be prey for anyone - male or female. From there she travelled the world encountering all kinds of inhuman species-not just broadening her horizons, but mentally. There she learned to accept the many things that life would throw at her. in doing so became a hired sword, gaining reputation and prestige, but she was not one to take up an unjust cause.

Appearance (Picture):

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Hider

Name: Doverick Diathus
Age: 15
Allegiance: Chaos
Personality:
Dovverick often tries to be very often putting in some manner or another to those whom he first encounters. Trying to keep them away with some rather rude remark or sign of aggression and maybe even cruelty if Dovverick can attempt to stomach it. Unless there is something he particularly wants or needs for the person but even them sarcasm is often to slip through. Despite this there is a want to be surrounded with or be around social groups almost and empowerment in it that Dovverick rather pushes away from as to not attach to these people. It seems more like a basic urge to want to grow into larger social groups and perhaps even find a leader of some sort. Dovverick also tends to worry perhaps overly so when it comes to an injured person that may be considered rather close to them. Often overreacting in some manner or another and of course trying to help them as quickly as possible. There is another minor quirk of his rarely surface. Dovverick may try and search for a deeper meaning or interpretation of things to perhaps see a different view or method or how it can be applied though this doesn’t necessarily mean he’s successful, just occasionally ponders over such.
Species: Beastfolk Hyena
Immortal Type: Geomantic
City of Origin: Lemuria
Magic Source: Ambient
Magic Type: Mysticism
Spells:

Not sure I should include this but here's some

Sphere of Magic: Earth Focused
Barrier of Earth- Creates a barrier made out of earth
Delay death- Slows down the effects of dying
Move through Earth- Moving through earth such as disappearing into it and going to an underground cavern, or going into the side a plateu and ending up toward the top some time later having moved through the earth
Earth Spike-Causes a spike of earth to rise up from the ground suddenly
Healing
Sense & Read
Ley Line: Travel

Main Skills: Sewing, Scribing,
Secondary Skills: Monetary dealings
Equipment: knap sack,sewing kit, bandages, scrolls, ink bottle, scroll of pedigree being marked as Mahtab’s son and wooden bead necklace
Backstory:
Doverick was born in a way or rather created from messing with the genetics and structure of hyenas. He was rather genetically engineered from a batch of a dozen other very young hyena beastfolk at the time on Noble’s Island. Make no mistake that place was not his home or physically born there as he was recreated. Soon afterward those that had recreated Doverick to their liking began running simple tests. The first few tests were those of intelligence and sentience even such as sorting objects in particular manners from color to size, solving certain puzzles to later on adapting language and conversing. It seemed Doverick was a success in that category and received very little punishments which were given to those who failed the mental tests. The next were the physical tests such as being able to walk upon two legs, lifting objects and even trying to use the other senses such as smell and hearing to be quite acute. It was hear that Doverick’s skills were rather lacking beyond that of being able to stand and walk about (which was still rather a difficult accomplishment and often his legs wobbled). For such he was punished even more severely and was planned to undertake ‘harsher’ experimentation to achieve a better physical prowess.
Luck for Doverick a Mystic Witch named Mahtab had rather took interest in hum. Instead convincing those that were running the experiments to give Doverick over in exchange for payment and claiming to share information on Doverick’s increasing intelligence in her care and teaching. They reluctantly agreed and released Doverick to Mahtab. She soon named him what he is today and returned to a home in Lemuria. Upon reaching home Mahtab rather began raising Doverick and teaching him basic commands and things to help with around the home and other small tasks. Some of these were rather hard to follow at first which is why Doverick’s language skill needed to be worked upon. He was to practice reading, writing and speaking constantly often through the small tasks given such as scribing down whatever Mahtab asked, reading various letters to her and so on and so forth. Some of the other tasks he recalls and was rather rapidly improving at was sewing back together pieces of cloth that had been torn on Mahtab’s days out of the house, and keep track of some of the finances as he grew older. Along the way he would often try and practice to achieve some of Mahtab’s feats, most of which were seeming to heal impossible injuries seemingly by willing it to occur.
Around the age of twelve or so was when things had started heading downhill. Mahtab was dying from a large blade wound through her stomach and was not able to focus on healing it through the pain. Doverick was at first sent into a panic a question whom had done this but Mahtab refused to answer that question. It had rather been one hired from those who had created Doverick years ago, for not sharing the experiments and progress of Doverick and not following through with some crueler requests sent over by letter which were burned long before Doverrick could even read them. Doverrick was rather crazy for a time trying what he could to heal her and paying those who were healers to help try and help as well but driving the both of them into poverty. The healers had rather effectively extended Mahtab’s life for a couple of years but only had slowed it. Doverrick had oddly been successful in delaying Mahtab’s death in his own effort for days having not slept at all and nearly draining upon power that he had not known was available to him. Doverrick even tried tapping into the power of the earth itself to heal her and the wound was sealed but disease and infection had long been decaying Mahtab from the inside. Mahtab’s last words were: “Goodnight my sweet, Diathus. Death will only take me for a time.”
Doverrick had failed her. There was, perhaps another chance however. A slight hope to perhaps try and bring her back from beyond death. Defying the laws of life and death to bring someone back into the current plain of existence as they were by his will and perhaps chaos as well. That is what he searches for.
Appearance: looking texture from a lack of proper grooming for a long amount of time. His main fur coat color is a beaver brown, his under belly a desert sand brown and the various spots of his fur being a chocolate brown. His muzzle rather short and only seeming a few inches or so that seems to match up with his small and charcoal gray eyes that always looking tired. Some of his front teeth come down in a small overbite. The teeth seeming sharper than they actually are.
Dovverick has a rather slim and somewhat curvy body shape. Most of his body seems rather pole or straight down like except for around the waistline in which it curls outward. The pole shape might be further enforced by his height, standing around 5’11” or so. Dovverick’s legs appear to have some more meat to them than the rest of him. As for clothing he mostly adorns a long black skirt made out of linen and goes down to Doverick’s paws or feet and another piece of clothing that covers his chest but not his abdomen and appears rather ‘vest’ like in appearance. Both pieces of clothing have small cuts here and there but are otherwise fine. Dovverick tends to prefer loose and comfortable clothing with some style or soft fabric with it.

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