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Name: Avarius "Avey" Thorn.
aka 'Stormchaser'
Age: 18
Magic: -Body of air-

• Flight
• Fast movement
• Invisibility
• Air manipulation (minor)

Magic Level: B
History:
Avey is far away from home. When he was but 8 years of age a storm ravaged his homestead and he awoke in a strange new land. Beside him, equally lost, was a living metallic 2D rooster. The two became inseparable friends as they traveled around scavenging for food and shelter. Until recently Avarius and his companion Rinn had taken refuge at a monastery where they lived and learned with the generous monks. But Avey always dreams of home and searches for the storm that will take him back there.
Personality: Avey is a gentle and curious spirit. He can be quite eccentric an naive.
Guild and guild mark location: N/A
Team Members: N/A
Three Strengths:
1. Musically talented
2. Exceptional hearing
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Three Weaknesses:
1. Easily distracted
2. Pacifist, avoids confrontation
3. Terrible cook!
Greatest Love:
Motivation: Avey is lost, curious and short on human companionship. He seeks for somewhere to belong but is always on the chase for the storm that will take him home.
Appearance:

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Additional Details:
Avey travels with a strange small companion. Rinn. A 2D metallic rooster and floating flat arrow that seems to be an extension of the creature. Avey has never questioned his friends existence and Rinn has never had to try explain.

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Name: Rinn'shu. 'Rinn'
Age: ageless (10 years)
Magic: -If the walls could talk-
Rinn'shu is imbued with animation magic and can temporarily pass some of that on long enough to have a conversation with an inanimate object.

Magic Level: C
History: Rinn is the weather vane from atop Avey's old house. It was torn off by the same storm that took Avey away. When the young boy first awoke far away from home, surprisingly so too did Rinn.
Personality: Rinn is sarcastic, loud and cocky. He can be quite rude. He has some internal anger.
Guild and guild mark location:
Team Members:
Three Strengths:
1. Metal body- durable and repairable.
2. Oddly observant and aware with a 6th sense regarding directions and magic.
3. No need for for food or sleep.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Arrogant
2. Magical existence (temporarily ceases to exist in anti-magic zones.
3. Pervy
Greatest Love: Avey
Motivation:
Appearance:

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Additional Details:
Rinn is just as much the weather vane arrow as he is the rooster. He has come to identify as the rooster but controls and uses the floating arrow. Rinn'shu, being 2D, cannot fly.

Things deliberately forgotten

Avey's home was attacked by a dark guild. He was the target, his parents both descendants of some great guild put up a fierce fight. Avey listened in on the commotion with horror as he hid on the roof, clinging to the weathervane. His fear caused him to tap into his powers and he summoned a great storm to bend to his will. The things that happened that night were deliberately forgotten. Afraid and alone he pushed that knowledge along with a great portion of his magic, into the weathervane from his house and so Rinn was born.

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“Blood is the currency of life and nothing in this world is truly for free. ”

Arden

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Personal Information

Full Name: Arden Black
Gender: Male
Age: early 20's
Appearance:

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Background Information

Family: Arden's father was a good man, simple honest hardworking farmer, he just happened to be a little week of will. Arden's mother was a selfish and jealous temptress. Angered over petty sibling rivalry she seduced her sisters husband.
She had not wanted a child, only a spiteful indulgent satisfaction. But a child is what she got. It had hurt her sisters marriage but not enough to break them apart. They were stronger than that.
Furious, not wanting to be stuck husband-less with a child the jealous sister, Arden's mother, put her own newly born son up for adoption.

History: An orphan, he was raised in a very strict and religious boarding school. There he learned to fight and developed his angst for authority. Running away early he spent his younger years on the harsh unforgiving streets where he only grew to further resent the rich and privileged.

Despite his displeasure he often resorted to frequenting a local church as a last means of food, and it was there that he met a young girl around his own age and fell for his first crush. The two were near inseparable and eventually her family adopted him. Life did not suddenly and instantly become free or easy, while they took him in under their tutorage and taught him the basics of education, he still had to work hard for every meal and cost nights sleep.
This was no ordinary family that had adopted young Arden, the small close knit group were not even all related. In truth the girls small family was actually pack of hunters who needed many things tended to.

At first the young boy was reluctant to work, or worse, conform. But as time passed and the difficulties of street life caught up with him, in his own time he soon took to the offer. First he worked just for the essential food, then as curiosity took hold of him he became hooked on their philosophies and learnt much more of religion, combat and even magic.

However, it was still no place to call home. One sudden day, two of the older family members never returned from their hunt. From that day on Arden's responsibilities grew. He was to provide food, maintain the weaponry, gather supplies and run errands. At the same time of his duties growing so too did his inclining towards magic.
He knew what was in store for him should the pack ever discover this so one night, after an uncontrollable shock and display of his magic, he turned to the half prepared plan he had been dreaming up and ran off into the forest with the young love of his life.

He worked tirelessly to provide for them, but despite his best efforts she fell deadly ill. Exhausting all resources available to him he instead turned to some old rumours he remembered hearing of a magical pendent owned by a witch he lived deep in the forest surrounding the mountain.

The rumours turned out to be true, Arden found and stole the pendent which saved the girls life for as long as she wears it. But at what cost.

Arden was caught and went from one life of servitude to another, only now instead of supporting the hunters he works for the fire witch Mirai. Although he can never see her again, his love will live for as long as Arden continues to please Mirai. Years have passed since their separation and he returned her to her hunter family, but Arden is sure she is alive because of a pendant that he holds forever dearly and close.

The one perk of his current situation is that he can grow and train his powers, hopefully one day defeating the witch he works for.

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Special Power

Blood and earth.
He has been studying healing blood magic but so far can only treat superficial wounds and burns.
He can slightly alter the appearance of another person, namely temporarily hold their youth with the use of young fresh blood.
He also has a connection to minerals, metals and earthly things that he has not fully explored.

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Combat Information

Fighting Style: Arden is agile, fast and unpredictable.
Well trained, he often uses his opponents momentum and weight against them. He favours unarmed combat second to only his personalised Kusarigama.
He is an expert at disarming, tripping and distracting.
Equipment: Having grown up in poverty Arden holds few possessions dear to him. He has the clothes on his back, a few spare rags, a bed roll he calls home, his pendant and Iju.
Pendant- The pendant is filled with his lost girlfriends blood. It let's him know that she is alive and safe.
Weaknesses: Impulsiveness, confidence, his desire to push and test his limits. Competitiveness. The love of his life.

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Familiar

Name: Iju (named after )
Forms:

• Animal - a small rocky viper
• Weapon - Kusarigama

Magic: As an animal the earthly viper is very discreet and stealthy. It has a chameleon's camouflage ability and can bite, taking blood as subtly as a mosquito.
Tremor sense. (Weapon)
While Iju is in Arden's hands he can feel the vibrations in the air and ground around him like a snake would flicking out its tongue. It resonates softly to only him when an enemy or fight could be near.
Appearance:

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Miscellaneous Information

Things they look for in a partner:
He has a partner, it's why he endures what he endures.
He thinks of her every waking week and imagines she feels the same.
He has never considered the possibility that she has moved on or the pendant is a farce and she is dead.

Likes:

• His g/f
• Music
• Nature/Isolation

Dislikes:

• High society
• Greed
• Witches

Hobbies:

• Smithing
• Learning/reading
• Bad poetry (writing)

Character Theme:
Other:

The orphaned witch boy, raised by hunters now in life servitude to a fire witch. Can never be with the one he loves and knows nothing of his family or sister.

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Notes

[*Notes*A product of the now-defunct Bishop Aerotech, Remora-18 is a Lamprey class boarding vessel originally designed to carry troops to an enemy ship during deep-space battles. The specialized support craft was built to withstand heavy fire while approaching its target, and then magnetically attach to the enemy hull. At this point, the breaching bore on the bottom of the Remora would burn through the hull and establish a seal – allowing the boarding party to enter and take control of the enemy vessel. A couple of the rookie members originally tried to paint Satanic designs and profanity on the hull but the gang leader had that removed when he realized it was warning off potential prey. Now the ship will often try to pose as an official inspection ship, or a vessel in distress, in order to get closer to possible victims. These craft saw limited use in the last war as they became a prime target while making their approach towards the enemy target. Slow and unmaneuverable compared to a starfighter, a loaded Lamprey was dangerous enough to draw fire from every fighter jockey in range. So, even with their strong armor, it was often considered a suicide mission to board one of these ships. Still, Remora-18 is developing a sinister reputation as the group is ruthless and brutal - enjoying the suffering of their victims as much as the monetary spoils of their endeavors. Sometimes two or three Lamprey would be sent in concert in the hopes that one could get through and deliver its troops as, when one did, the havoc wrought by a heavily armed and armored contingent of marines was considerable. The soldiers who successfully carried out these boarding actions became some of the most respected in the service. On all the interior maps, each square is equivalent to 5 ft (or 2m depending on your game).

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Arex

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Name: Arex TSXIV

Age/Gender/Race:
Approx 32, Male, biologically created Dalentian/human hybrid.

Appearance: Arex stands at 6'4 with a genetically enhanced augmented athletic body. He has pale-ish skin with deep contrasting dark hair and eyes.

Occupation: Test Subject.
An experiment to harness the psionics of the Delentian and fuse it with an augmented cybernetic human. Arex's whole life from pre-birth up until recently has been one long lab experiment.

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Weapons

• Plasma Katana (powered)
• 2x Advanced integrated tech auto pistols (ballistic)
• Pulse grenades (powered)
• Psionic 'floating' knives (dual)

Armor: Custom built and suited armoured exoskeleton. Connects to his augmentations for seamless response and optimal sensory, physical and psionic enhancement.

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Items

• All purpose multi-tool wrist band
• A large mysterious and secure briefcase.
• 'Pet' mini turret and spy drone.

Skills:

• Fast and agile Dalentian combat prowess
• Expert swordsman
• Stealthy
• Infiltration (Cybernetic augmentations to interface and overcome tech difficulties.)

Powers: Psionic

• Levitate
• Phase (short burst)
• Force wave

Other:

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Arex has no past nor purpose, he is unsure where he came from or of his origins.

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Hider

Character sheet

Quote: "From pain grows strength"
Name: Oron Varaleth
Age: 75
Species: Descended
Blood%: 40 Oro, 40 Nayu, 20 Seraphim
Gender: Male
Sex Preference: Hetero,
Height: 6'9
Weight: 343 pounds
Physical appearance:

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Apparel: Bracers, belt and shoulder guard
Vehicle:
Personality: He is a hard and stubborn man, not one for many words. How ever if he feels strongly about an opinion he will make it heard.
Occupation: Mercenary/ Jungle tour guide.
Faction: Therosi (light affiliation)
Pet:

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Name- Daggort 'Gort'
Height- 38inches
Weight- 280 pounds
Age- 30
Sex- Male
Personality- LAZY!
Equipment -
Abilities/Powers-

• Health regen. (Fast healing)
• Heigtened senses.

Adv. App: N/A
Family:

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Father: Ashcirh
(Nayu) ex Dolofon assassin, now hunter.

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Mother: Nowyn
(Oro) Dragon tamer

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Exp: He learnt hunting and stealth from from his father in his early to young adult years.
He picked up some dragon tamer/trainer skills from his mother but is far from experienced.
He has heavy guard experience, even some Royal guard training. There he learnt patience and combat and tactics.

His dark years of wandering the wilderness and travelling from town to town made him stronger as all his previous life training (guard/hunter/tamer) fell together and evolved into something more. Survival skills. That's when he was forced to hone his abilities.

There were a few years of pit fighting where he mixed his abilities with actual combat before he found a more lucrative use for his skills, escorting the weak and fragile through the harsh jungles of Nero.

Abilities/Powers:

• Rock hard hide: He has skin to match his home towns name. As he grew older it became more solid and dense, each injury and hardship only fortifying its strength.
• Strength boost: His Oro blood runs strong with dragon heritage and from birth he was gifted with immense strength.
• Soul sense: As one might see people's and creatures auras, Oron can feel them. He can tell if someone is hiding nearby. He can sense hostility even if the person is hiding it. This gives him a sixth sense when in combat, giving him an edge on reaction time, anticipating attacks.
  He never realised he had or was using this ability until he was forced to rely on it surviving in the jungles on his own. Once he understood how it worked with creatures he then developed it and brought it into combat.
• Blood Coalescence:Currently still undiscovered this ties in with blood consumption (which he has been keeping at bay with an appetite for raw meat.) and will boost or give benefits of the bloodline he consumes.

Weapons: His heavy hammers

History:
Born in Gaia, Onyx. An only child to well off parents.
His father a Nayu and once an important member amongst the Dolofon faction, transferred his skills to became a hunter after falling in love with a great renown Oro dragon tamer.

So renown was she that she was recruited in the training of the Niscent family. That is how Azerus first met young queen Allo.
That was long before she had developed into the stunning woman she is today but already she was the most beautiful thing Azerus had ever seen and he quickly became infatuated.

That was the day his plans for the future completely changed. No longer was he happy to just become a respectable hunter.
Despite the loathing disdain and silent historical feud between Azerus's and Allo's farther, because of Azerus natural physical talent for combat he was granted a short tutorage into the path of a guard.

If he wanted to one day take the hand of a Royal guards daughter he figured he would need the respect of such a title.

Azerus later moved to Pearl to join the guards. Here he did well and showed great promise but in the prime of his career he was hit by news of his fathers death. A murder. At this time Allo had also now become queen and no matter his position would forevermore be out of his reach.

His life, purpose and direction we're all suddenly torn from him. Heart broken, alone, and lost, vengeance overwhelmed him and his duties fell to the side. He gave up on perusing Allo, he gave up on his oaths as a guard and after time he too even eventually gave up on finding his fathers killer.

After many years of wondering Azerus eventually made a new home.
Now at Twighlight were his aptitude for violence and pent up hatred is appreciated in his roll as a tour guide for Nero's jungles.

Trivia:
His father was assassinated by some of his old friends after refusing to use his position and advantages to kill young Allo.

Believing in the superiority of dragons he does the odd job for the Therosi but isn't an active member.

Punishment for his actions against Gaia, his failure to uphold his duty, the endangering of citizens of the kingdom and speaking out of term towards the new queen, was the public shameful removal of his horns and wings. Stripping his ties to true dragons that the Oro hold so dear.

Oron does not know of his Seraphim blood.

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Arden Thorn

Arden Thorn
^{Height: 182 cm. Weight: 79 kg. Age: 19 years.
Hair Color: Blonde. Eye Color: Green.}

Name: Arden Thorn (Amakos Therai)
Age: 19 years.
Race: Tiefling
DOB: January 21, 1998.
Zodiac: Aquarius.
Occupation: Student.

Background
It's not to say Arden's father was a bad man, just really bad at making the right choices. He was weak of will and fell to many many vices, easy prey for Arden's half demonic mother. It was after all in her nature and her blood to feed off of others suffering. With his last bit of sense Arden's father took baby Arden short after his birth and fled.

So Arden grew up with his father until his fathers lifestyle of drinking, smoking, drugs and gambling caught up with him.

The two lived together out in the countryside in a state of squalor until Arden was old enough to start fending for himself and contributing. He fastly became independent and soon supported his father who equally as fast became crippled by illness and grew worse and worse day by day.

After his fathers passing young Arden made his way to the nearest town where he lived on the streets until he found a mysterious letter that would change his life forever.

Magic
Arden's Magic is rare and risky to wield. He can reach beneath the fabric of existence to a pure raw and wild chaotic force. To some it is known as creation energy, others chaos magic. Mishandling it can result with some unfathomable, unpredictable harsh consequences. Not only does the mind need to be sharp to direct such a raw untameable force, but the body must be strong too. Acting as a conduit for this wild magic takes a physical toll, always.

Magical Equipment
Arden who has grown up in poverty has managed to get this far with very little and will continue to do so.

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Arden

_{Unexpected entrances.}

Arden's feet pounded heavily on the hard wet cold stone pavement, protected only by a thin layer of worn tattered leather soles. The merciless icy winds rushing over his bare numb skin and roaring in his pointy ears as he frantically tore through the stormy dark streets with a desperate urgency. Yet still, despite his nimble agility and best efforts he couldn't seem to escape the angry droning echo of hostile shouts as they continued to chase him.

A sudden flash of light was followed by a surprising warmth that danced dangerously close to Arden's shoulder as an unexpected fireball narrowly missed him. It continued to travel further down the alleyway only to explode into a brilliant and blazing wall of fire blocking the path ahead of him.

Although still some distance away Arden could feel the heat radiating from the magical flames. This was the cost of his gamble. Sure the reward would be better but the stakes were defiantly higher and the odds not in his favour. This is why no one robbed the magic store.

Hurling the bag of stolen goods over his shoulder Arden quickly decided on a new path and took to the wall at his side. Scaling it with ease he was soon on the roof tops as his pursuers reached the ground beneath him. Another flash lit the sky, this time Arden didn't stick around to see what happened. With the next rooftop in site he took a mighty run up and lept.

'CRASH!' Arden was shocked as the second roof gave way beneath him and he came crashing down hard in an explosion of wood, tiles and debris. It took a moment to regain his senses, another to realise he rolled his ankle, a third to notice his stolen belongings were now scattered around or buried in the rubble.

Those chasing him would now be close, but he couldn't run. He frantically tried to gather his things but all that was in reach was a dusty letter. It caught his eye only because it had his name upon it. His real name. His full infernal Tiefling name.

As heads popped up around the opening in the roof, dark ominous shadows silhouetted against an eerie nights sky, ready to descend upon their helpless deserving prey. A new flash of light filled the room beneath them and the thief was gone!

An injured, dizzy and confused Arden suddenly found himself beneath a beautiful blue sky. Sitting on the soft luscious grass of a pleasant green field. Flower garden's aside and a tall old building ahead. There were a couple of people near him and two a bit further away. They seemed to be waiting expectantly.
Arden stuttered as he tried to find words for the situation and then quickly decided on remaining silent, for a moment at least.
"Where am I?" he finally asks.

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Name:
Varaleth

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Demonym: El'garth

Description: The El'garth are exotic, tribal-like barbarians.
Restless free spirited, sensual and wild in nature. Each one individually proud, competitive, curious and stubborn.
They are nomadic people who value song, dance, stories and riddles, even going as far enough to use them in trade.
Despite this there is no great library or hordes of books, their minimalistic primal herding lifestyle and aptitude to travel leaves them not wishing the burden of carrying many items. Memory, interpretation and flair add to the value of a story passed on.
Unwritten stories always hold greater value.

Through this passion they have a maintained a strong rooted belief in and attachment to the 'old ways'. They are superstitious, ritualistic and spiritual.

They have an affinity towards animals and the weather. Animals their main source of food and lively hood, a respected inspiration to many of their stories.
While the weather is seen as a sign from a greater power and they live at the mercy of it.

Government: There is only one major great city in Varaleth and that is the Great Bazzar. He who rules the Bazzar rules the land. It is never a stable position but aid from the great church surely is advantageous. These two work and rule side by side.

Economy: People pay a necessary tribute, some in loyalty others in superstitious belief. Either way it ensures favour and a place of sanctuary if ever required.
So far not much focus has been dedicated to the scarce resources beneath the land. Primarily their focus is on Leathers, furs, ivory, incense and oils.

Religion: The El'garth of Varaleth believe in the spirits of animals, and that the ancient and powerful ones control the elements. This is how their stories go. Shaman are not uncommon across the lands.

Geography: The land of Varaleth is a vast hot dry arid desert, tormented by fierce winds and sand storms.
Bodies of water scare and edible vegetation even rarer. There are few animals that are suited to such an environment and even fewer plants, but like the El'garth, those that have adapted have adapted well.

Population: 2,500,000

Demogrphics:

• 40% Blooded
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  The main species of the land are humans with faint orcish lineage and traits. Some stronger and more prominent then others. Tough smooth olive skin with some bearing a faint motley of orange or yellow patches. They are slightly taller and more physically adept then the average human.
• 25% Gnolls
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  Hunched and feral, this furred, hyena-headed humanoid stands slightly taller than the average human. They wander in loose tribes. Most gnolls have dirty yellow or reddish-brown fur. A gnoll is a nocturnal carnivore, preferring intelligent creatures for food because they scream more. A gnoll is about 7½ feet tall and weighs 300 pounds. Despite the common religion of Varaleth most Gnolls choose to worship evil spirits closer to demons.
• 20% Goblins
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  Goblins are goblins. Little conniving scavengers that stick together in small groups and hang around heavy population areas.
• 9% Desert Ogres
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  Tall and full of muscle these ogres are old and ancient. They are simple beings and often prefer to be left alone. They have been known to briefly mingle with long standing clans for an exchange of services.
• 5% Other
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  It is rare but other creatures from Albion occasionally find them self in Varaleth for one reason or another. Curiosity, outlaws. The strong make their own way while the week survive as slaves or future food.
• 1% Efreeti
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  The deadliest of all Varaleth's creatures. This creature stands nearly twice as tall as a human, although its lower torso trails away into a vortex of mist and wind. This muscular giant has crimson skin, smoldering eyes, and small black horns. Smoke rises in curls from its flesh. They are malicious and cunning boasting a powerful array of magic.

Noteable locations:

• The great Bazzar
  In the center of the desert. Right in the heart of the sand, lays the oldest and most prolific sturdy structure in all of Varaleth.
  Built to house a population far greater than it has seen in many years. The Great Bazzar is far wider than it is tall, being quite a low built city with much rooms hidden beneath the earth.
  The towering walls that surrounds it blends perfectly into the floating sands. Beyond the sheer walls is an intricate and complex maze that stretches for miles. In its center is the city.
• The bone pit - _{An oasis of death}
  There are few fixed locations amongst the rolling mountains of sand in the Varaleth desert. The bone pit is one of them. An oasis and the largest body of water, for years it has attracted desperate dehydrated animals and people. This flow of traffic has therefore attracted even larger predators.
  The Oasis is surrounded by the bones of the desperate and brave. Their numbers always slowly increasing.
• Scorpions rock - _{A large raised crescent stone resembling a scorpions tail.}
  An old religious location now used as a location marker. It was once a place of worship and then later sacrifice. Depending on the flow of sands it comes and goes. Nearly completely buried most the time it is considered a blessing if the whole thing can be seen.

Noteable people:

• Torron Ura'gahl(Ruler and powerful shaman)
  
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  A once lowly yet dedicated soldier during the great race war, Torron grew to fame and power after siding with the Ifrit Xyandria.
• Karagnahl(kings ogre body guard)
  
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• Xyandria (Ifreeti, Queen & Council Sage)
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  Through the chaos and internal conflict of the race war Xyandria slithered her way to a position of power amongst the council.
• Alos(1st son, )
  
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  Alos was the first half Ifreeti recorded in Varaleth's history. His birth cemented Xyandria's position in the Bazzar. He was groomed with greed and ambition to be the next ruler. Tactful and smart he could play the game of politics.
• Arex(2nd son, Head of military)
  
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  Xyandria struggled to infiltrate her power and influence into the military finding Torron believing his own skill and knowledge to be enough. So soon Arex was born. Another future pawn of his mother's.
• Vivikin(The free flame twins)
  
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  By the time the twins were born and Torron got his first daughter he had began to grow tired of Xyandria's pushy control so Vivikin was sent beneath the temple to the shadow dancers.
• Sheeker(The free flame twins)
  
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  Sheeker grew up in the wild under the guidance of shaman,
• Reshi (Goblin)
  
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  Once the commander chief of the goblin army during the devastating race wars, Reshy still clings to the forgotten pride of his people and hides his disgust of goblins current lowly position.
• Hyde & Leta (Famous merchants)
  
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• Nafarah (Head of the Shadow dancers)
  
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• Gwhal (Old Gnoll Shaman, eldest sage)
  
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Institutions:

• Shadow dancers
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  An organisation of female dominant assassins raised beneath the temple of bones. They are fast, agile and nimble. Extremely deadly they are personally selected by and for the church. Supposably selected at birth for their near midnight black skin, truthfully they undergo a long process to dye their skin. Never seeing the light of day growing up beneath the temple they only operate in the cover of night in which they can see perfectly. It is believed that they cannot speak and instead communicate through body language. The cost of practising long lost and forbidden arts.
• Sage circle

Military:

• Army Small, each family has their own warriors which are mostly just hunters, herders and shamans capable of battle. The Bazzar has an Army that protects the king and the church but it is only of a size large enough to fend off multiple clans.
• Navy Non existent.
• Other Nature is their ally when it comes to defending their near inhospitable land. Varaleth holds home to many dangerous beasts that lurk on and beneath the sands.

Other:

Animals inclusive (Str)
_{Big monsters = big allies}
Varaleth is filled with a large variety of dangerous creatures. From the giant sand worms and scorpions to small and deadly snakes and insects. The El'garth not only have learnt to survive and live alongside these wild creatures but also to use and tame them.

The Bazzar defence. (Str)
For many centuries the creatures of Varaleth waged a full on war within their own country for race supremacy. Over the years different rulers fought to maintain the great grand structure that sits in the heart of Varaleth. Fearful of loosing it each added to its already incredible defence. Grand walls, mazes, traps and secrets surround the city center for miles.

Environmental adjustment. (Str)
_{what doesn't kill you hopefully kills your enemies}
The land is harsh, there is no two ways about it. It takes more than some fancy survival skills to withstand this desert.

Superstitious
While their religion and beliefs grant them great strength, purpose and direction it can also be their greatest weakness. Putting too much trust in the unexplainable old ways has seen them forfeit many advances and occasionally act completely irrationally.

Cold and wet.
With bodies of water scarce the El'garth never learn to swim. Far from the ocean they know nothing of sailing. They rely on the hot conditions of their environment and simply couldn't survive in the cold.

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Dorian Radshaw

"You do not know of the darkness in which I have walked."

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Name: Dorian Radshaw

Official Title: Dorian doesn't care for titles or chummy names, especially from a fellow asylum or the A.M.R.O

Team Title: Once again he couldn't care less of the thoughts of others. Sure they know who he is but he hasn't gone out his way to brand a fancy reputable name. What they call him is beyond his concern.

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Position: Unlinked

Specialty: Hybrid

Alchemic Style: Sigillum, Votem.

Asylum Code: CLIX (159). Located on his left hand near the thumb running from his wrist towards his index finger knuckle.

Weapons:
Dual collapsible katana's
_{Growing swords}

• Blade length incremental.
• Temporary taser charge
• Air injection
• Anti asylum poison coating.

The 'every situation gun'
_{The Swiss Army knife of fire arms} This powerful scoped sniper rifle with an under barrel grenade launcher can be disassembled into dual multi-function tech auto pistols.
Comes complete with;

• Silencer attachments
• Sniper modification/Dual auto pistols
• Variable barrel size
• Loaded retractable winch
• electronic Infra red/night vision scopes/binoculars.
• Smoke/tear/anti Asylum grenade.

Alchemy Specialization:
Vibrational Manipulation:

Most consider him to be 'un-specialised' or not to specialise in anything at all. He seems content to play with trinket tricks or basic cantrips and prestidigitation.
It couldn't be further from the truth.

As well as the above titled manipulation he also has a heightened sensitivity.

Dorian works in a hidden world of invisible lines and technical intricacies. He reads the vibrational patterns in all objects and notices the faintest variations or alterations. He can see weak or worn spots where others couldn't. He can tell if something has been recently disturbed or touched. He is in tune to the very air pressure of a room he steps into.

He might not be able to throw powerful blasts of energy at his foes but he is never caught unaware.

Alchemic Overdrive: Dorian fears Overdrive. It has already threatened his sanity.

Appearance: Dorian is a man who is swathed in mystery and seclusion, much is always happening behind those deep intense eyes but that's where his thoughts stay. He is quite tall and lean. His short dark styled hair is well kept and his beard always groomed.

His clothes are always in pristine condition and he takes great care to ensure his appearance is always at its best. He favours a fine suit over all else. Sleek and black, sheer artistic sophistication with subtle hints of forgotten era's lining more modern elements creating a purely individual piece of fashion. Always custom made and expertly fitted to his form. Delicately measured to the exact millimetre giving the perfect cut and complementing style.

Personality: It is unknown if Dorian thinks highly of himself or just extremely lowly of others. Either way he is not a highly social animal. Despite this he has a curious nature that falls prey to his overwhelming confidence and self interests. It causes him to seem quite erratic and eccentric at times. Occasionally pushing him out of his reserved unsocial bubble. On these rare occasions his mannerisms are always proper and particular.

Dorian loves to paint and is fascinated by ideals of personal freedom and non conformity. As a strictly analytical thinker, emotions intrigue him as he seeks to deeply understand them like a maths equation. While he is a talented Alchemist his personality makes him a bit unpredictable and difficult to deal with. His sanity is already considered 'waning'.

History: TBA

Other: Any additional information.

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~!Notice board!~

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What you need to know!

This VR experience is a mix of advanced technology and ancient magics. It cannot be replicated, hacked, tampered with or destroyed. Its existence is not completely understood but what we do know is how to enter it.

While your physical appearance and all items that you held appear to be at the tavern, they are not. You and your possessions are still laying idle at your place of plug in.

Although this is just a virtual world everything here masterfully reflects the limitations and possibilities of the real world. Every sensation be it taste, pleasure or pain will effect you as though it was real for the duration of your log in plus an offline day to reset. While death poses no true harm, the shock has been known to 'effect' some peoples mental condition and even bring on heart attacks for those using older less safe log in equipment. Upon a death it will take two days before your data can be logged back in.

Memo:

22/11/16: If you notice this notice, you will notice that this notice is not worth noticing. That's right, nothing note worthy to note here.

Past Memos

None

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Staff

List

Lead waitress

Entertainer

Bartender

Chef

Maintenance

Security

Bouncer

Rules:

Please read!

-etiquette

DON'T BE A DICK! Period!

But seriously, play nice because some rules are coming...

Layout:

Location tags

Locations

While the taverns exterior generally consists of four solid walls it doesn't mean that everything that goes on happens on the main tavern floor. For example there are two more levels beyond the main floor bar. The upstairs lounge and the downstairs basement. For the curtesy of other patrons, if you would like to visit one of these other locations within the tavern please use a 'location tab' at the start of your post to signify where you are. This will allow others to know if they are in a position to interact with you or not. Simply add the location you are in to the top of your post like so. [location]

Current locations

main floor

Upstairs lounge

The wide oak steps not only lead to some private rooms upstairs but also a lavish lobby for those more inclined to indulge their senses in the more finer and delicate luxuries of life. With sensual decor, soft lighting and obscured hidden alcoves, only a room with a locked door would offer more privacy.

The Basement

A trending non-stop large nightclub blasting with continual beats and rocking on endlessly. Down here it's always a party. Occasionally performances are on the main stage.

Outside

If people can afford a room and go out side it's usually for one thing, to fight! While some patrons (and even staff) may enjoy a good bar brawl, all clients are encouraged to take their disputes, drama's, brawls and fisty cuffs outside. The small distance of streets surrounding the tavern are dark, cold and merciless.

Rooms

There are a many number of rooms and the appearance and amenities of each completely depend on the depth of your wallet (or favour of the staff) Rooms are limited so please enquire with the staff.

new

If you would like a new location and feel it would add to the tavern and aid in a story, relationship or character development please PM me. Possible ideas include wine cellar, kitchen, hidden room, attic, ect.

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The Space Bar - A Virtual Tavern - Open

Welcome

Cyber traveler's to the rustic charm and rugged allure of a fully immersive virtual tavern. 'The Space Bar' a cosy lil, award winning universal hyper realistic virtual tavern. It is so convincing that it will have you believing that you are actually here. No sensation is exempt from this reality. And the best bit is that its always open and readily accessible from anywhere. You are always just a small step away from teleporting your mind and soul to this fantastic free laid back place. Come relax and just let all the stress and frustrations of life fade away. Here you can sit back, kick up your legs, mingle with others, all while enjoying a drink with other real people from all aspects and corners of the verse. Anyone, anytime, from anywhere can find their way here!

The glowing neon lights signify where you are, that soft warming glow cascading across the rustic surfaces and furniture, rebounding of the smooth walls of the vibrant structure.
Everyone can find something here to suit their tastes. Be it a drink from a vast extensive range of beverages or a culinary delight to match the desire of any culture of any species. Perhaps one would like to get their groove on and blow off some steam on the hip happening dance floor or simply relax and talk business (or get in a brawl) at our comfy laid back bar. Perhaps a more proper lounge would suit your comfort. The seclusive classy upstairs also provides a more visual pleasure in the way of exotic dancers.

So please plug on in, come indulge yourself without the fear of those real world consequences. It's an easy seamless integration, just let any one of our vast array of million different devices bring the real you to the most advanced cyber experience ever imagined.

The doors are always open and your comfort will be of our main concern. So let our our ever growing team of somewhat questionable staff assist you and your needs. They will be readily available and willing to ensure your visit is a pleasurable one. We pride ourselves on offering a great atmosphere for all patrons to mingle in and enjoy.

Please remember to ensure you are comfortable and safe before linking in. If you are using one of our more portable connection devices it is important to note your immersion time as virtual food and drinks do not actually provide sustenance, this is just a trick of the system.
Thank you

-Management

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Guide:

• The tavern is open for anyone seeking some free/casual short or long term roleplay. There is no specific story or plot but who knows what may develop when you spend some time with strangers.
• First timers please read the rules on the notice board below.
• Character sheets optional.
• We are always welcoming any feedback or ideas for improvements.
• Most importantly, be creative, kind to others, challenge your writing skills and have fun!

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The space bar

Anya Alexi, badass punk rebel

Siva, (cee-vah)

Anya Alexi

Name: She goes by many aliases with her name changing as often and as easily as her appearance.
Title(s): 'Shadow queen', 'Blood witch', 'Demoness', 'Erinyes' and 'Succubus'.
These names, while not objected to, are never self proclaimed. Such titles have always been given or earned.

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 149lbs
Age: 27 by approximation of appearance.
Race/Species: Human to all knowledge by apparent physiology and appearance.

Tier/Influence: Low 3(Regional);
By all accounts she is a highly skilled human and very good at what she does. With a lifetime of dedication and training she is skilled beyond your standard law-enforcer or military personnel. Once backed by a limitless funding greater than any government, advanced experimental technology puts her ahead of even most secret services and special forces.

Group(s): Nothing yet

Appearance: Known to change as easily as the wind. She has a fondness for standing out despite it being against her best interests. Usually opting for bright coloured hair. She chooses tight dark pants, functional footwear, a simple shirt and stylish jacket. She goes light on the jewellery and make up unless it's a special event but has plenty of both.
The one thing about her appearance that doesn't change is her slim, toned, physical physique.

current appearance

previous look

Personality:
A confident sexy sultry seductress. She is mischievous, selfish and a compulsive manipulating liar. Proudly a professional escort and an assassin, one role serves as a source of financial income while the other is just a bit of fun. She never shares which is which though. She does what she wants, not knowing or believing in boundaries. Nor respecting the law. While not hot headed she has a stubborn streak that is backed by a calm and collected calculating patience.
Deep inside she is broken. Incapable of a loving relationship and tormented with unresting insecurities.

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:

• ^{( Low/3 )} Highly trained infiltrator assassin.
  Just another tool on the battlefield of corporate greed. She was raised a weapon for the wealthy elite. They made her fast, flexible, cold, ruthless, deadly and efficient. Until she became something they could no longer control. Her entire childhood life was a nothing more than an endless mix of harsh training exercises and experiments. While continuously used and abused until her escape she gathered an accumulation of the following skills making her regionally known, feared, lust after and hated.^{( Low/2 )} Gymnastics, acrobatics, climbing, stealth, disguise, subterfuge, linguistics, persuasion, interrogation, sleight-of-hand, hacking, marital arts, hand to hand, melee weapons, throwing knives, marksman, sniping.
• ^{( Low/3 )} Healthy Nano blood.
  Her blood is majority synthesised, made up of advanced nano technology. As well as other things this keeps her healthy, hastens the healing of small wounds, prevents bleeding out, fights off disease, infection and poison.
• ^{( Low/3 )} Physical 'bloody' Persuasion
  People are tricky to control. Objects however not so much. This ability clearly seems to boarder into the world of telekinesis as it grants her the faint ability to manipulate her blood external to her body and/or objects coated in her blood, using just her will.
  While she can control her blood in amazing and fascinating unnatural ways, the connection quickly dissipates over distance, time and as the blood cools or coagulates. The nano tech in her blood only stays alive for some short time after leaving her body.
  Her favoured weapon is a rope dart with spikes in the grips. Squeezing tightly spills her blood into the absorbent material giving her and unnatural control over the inanimate object. Making it dance to her will, it writhes and moves as if alive.
  Cutting herself with a knife before throwing it grants her the ability to manipulate it mid flight, altering its path and speed.
• ^{( Low/3 )} Mental Persuasion
  The nick name Succubus came from her ability to get into the minds of and persuade others. While she is an extremely clever and cunning mentalist who is equally diplomatic and intimidating it is her abilities beyond her feminine wiles that truly earned her that nick name.
  But. Applying blood to another's brain is no easy task.
  Alcoholic beverages work well, a deep kiss after a small bite on her own lip will also suffice. It is not complete control, she cannot take another's free will. She merely implants suggestions and ideas while making them more susceptible and fond of herself.

Items:

• ^{( low/2 )} Poisoners ring
  A modern take on an old assassins tool. More subtle and stylish it's harder to detect and intricate to use. Holds two pills or of equal amount powder/liquid.
• ^{( low/2 )} Rope dart.
  Of all her fancy gear and technology this is not one. A standard ancient weapon made more resilient and efficient with modern materials and a razor sharp end.
• ^{( low/2 )} Garrotte
  Simple and efficient, what appears like and functions as a normal stick of lipstick also holds a long coil of razor wire. With a twist the main body slips out of the outer shell creating the two handles that the wire stretches between.
• ^{( low/3 )} Sniper (in case)
  Another of her necessary suitcases when travelling. It's about having the right tool for the right job. A customised military issue sniper rifle with minor spec adjustments to her liking.
• ^{( low/2 )} Small Throwing knives
  She has...
  Four sharp pretty knives.
  Three dangerous explosive impact.
  Two electrifying static burst.
  One pressurised Insta smoke-cloud.
  (And a partridge in a pear tree.)
• ^{( low/3 )} Concealed tiny gun.
  A gun so small it can be palmed in her hand. Non detectable by nearly all means of arms detection. It only holds 3 shots and is only deadly at close range.
• ^{( med/4 )} Night/heat vision glasses.
  Appearing as some-what normal and fashionable glasses the internal is actually a screen that displays what you would normally see if they were standard glasses, with a few additional extras.
  The display instantly protects against any bright or overwhelming flashes. It can be set to night vision or infra red. They also have a record or live stream function. Complete with a microphone and speaker for two way communication.
• ^{( Low/3 )} Mini spy/attack drone.
  For those times you don't want to leave the house or get your hands dirty.
  This suitcase drone is easy to fly, has a good quality camera capable of night vision, is as quiet as they come and can fire off up to 10 silenced shots at medium to close range.
• ^{( Med/4 )} The Chamn'LP-SBS
  A chameleon nano tech life preservation altering smart body suit.
  Custom built and designed for her alone, this body hugging, light, adjustable fitting, bullet proof, temperature steady, colour changing outfit is one of a kind.
  A built in heart monitor is always at the ready to bring her back from cardiac arrest. (Once per charge, disabling all other functions.)
  Consisting of some tight full length pants and a short sleeved low cut top it can not only change its colour to suit her mood or to blend into the surroundings, but it can also slightly alter its physical texture, tightness and appearance thereby looking like a different piece of clothing.
  The shirt is still a shirt but it might have hemming along the now loose sleeves and a bright logo on the back. Great for disappearing, on a snipers hill or in a crowd.
  It is controlled by an iPod-like device complete with headphones that link to her glasses when input into her ear.
• ^{( Low/3 )} Drugs Case.
  She is quite proud of this little bad boy. A large secure air locked suitcase built to appear casual while secretly requiring fingerprint ID on top of a combination code. With in built X-Ray deception. Inside is a plethora of pill jars, syringes, vials, powders and other strange substances along with all the advanced first aid tools like bandages, scalpels, gauss, thermometer and IV bags. A chemical analysis machine is also readily accessible on the inside. A pouch holds a messy array of detailed yet fraudulent licences and permission forms, while the seriously illegal stuff is further hidden beneath a second secret layer.
  The drugs range from legal pain killers and first aid ointments, to licensed medical treatments such as advanced steroids and adrenalin. From the illegal things found peddled on shady street corners and to the classified stuff found only at military research bases.
  While she didn't fear a high, it wasn't all just for the medical and poisoning application, or even the slight edge and advantage one could gain while being on such substances. It was also a tool of trade and mingling.
  These supplies while dangerous, give her opportunities and flexibility on missions. However the suitcase is often difficult and unnecessary to bring along, instead she often ops to pick just what she needs for the job leaving the rest behind somewhere safe.

History:
She never knew her parents, there is no record of her birth. She was raised by a team who saw her only as an asset and mistreated her emotional needs. She was a project, an experiment and she guessed not the only one. But nonetheless she was a success.

They did a lot of bad things to her. Pushed her to the edge of breaking. Subsequently she did a lot of bad things to a lot of other people. She took each test and mission as a chance to improve, to grow stronger, to please her superiors, gain Intel and trust, and one day. Bite back.

This was the driving force that pushed her beyond her limits to excel and held her back from falling over that edge of no return. Vengeance.

Even at the end of a violent and brutal retributive massacre she was pained to learn that she had reached nowhere near the head of the snake and even this in its gory and bloody vengeful defiance was to his will, just another move in a grander game.
Having played her part, understanding or not, willingly or not, she was done. Defeated. Gave up and ran away.

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Ahem

_{THE TEENAGE ZOMBIE}
"I was wearing gas masks before it was cool!"

Description:

Name: Unknown
Relative Age: 17
Gender: Male

Physical Description:

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Gas Mask Description:

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Personalities:

Personality:
'Which one?'
... Ahem is eccentric, to say the least. He sees the world very differently to most others and his frequent ramblings often don't make much sense. He has an ability to justify nearly anything to himself in some strange way or another. All in all he is a genuine good kid, simple minded and with a short attention span. He is kind and friendly, valuing friendship and companionship highly. He does not like being alone.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Physically he is a zombie. He functions in ways normal humans can't. He can't starve or drown or be murdered without some massive head trauma. He also doesn't heal to well. Any and every cut or hole lasts with him for ever.
His mental rational is linked directly to his level of hunger. If he goes too long without eating he truly becomes a brain dead flesh eating monster.
Philosophy: He's all about just having fun and doing what he feels like. You only live once after all.
Strange Behaviors:
He has a tendency and urge to occasionally eat living flesh.
Talks to a kitten skeleton suspended in slime.
Refuses to accept he is a zombie.
Favorite Thing:

Kitty

Kitty is his pet cat. Well the remains of a cat in a strange suspending blob of slime. Ahem is adamant that it is alive and well, despite it never moving. He carries it everywhere he goes always talking to and treating it like a normal cat.

HISTORY:

Job: Teenage angst. Eat all the foods, complain and disobey.
He was too young and rebellious to have started working.
Story: Ahem was a young troublesome teen who had a real name and loving family before things all went bye-bye. He had ran away from home with his pet cat, for reasons long since forgotten. Considering himself quite the artist he decided to tag the top of an old grain silo. Instead, falling inside, him and kitty sat out the beginning of the end from within the confines of solid thick concrete walls. As time passed Ahem appeared to fair better than Kitty. But the isolation, solitude, noxious gasses and radiation reeked havoc on his sanity. His mind rotted a little in that silo. Still today he lives in his own little world of optimistic deluded fantasy.

GEAR:

• Back pack: tattered but sturdy. Lots of useful pockets.
• Guitar: electric V, no strings.
• Pocket knife: (multi tool)
• Sling shot: professional grade
• Carbon mesh helmet
• Sleeping bag: weatherproof.
• Canteen: holds water.
• Wind up flash light:
• Plasma lighter:
• Collapsable solar blanket:
• Mobile phone: no signal but full of functions & games.

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Mordhabens institute for aspiring mages

The twins, teachers of martial prowess

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Siva & Ravine

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Age: 25

Species: 2nd or 3rd gen Avian Chimera's

Gender: Male / Female

Occupation: Students of magic. Teacher's of martial arts.

Personality:

• Openness: 7
• Neuroticism: -7
• Agreeableness: -2
• Extroversion: -4
• Conscientiousness: 9

Biography:

The two have barely ever been seen apart. Their history is one shrouded with a bit of uncertainty, not that they avoid the topic, they just have very little to say on the matter. They are both borderline obsessive with self improvement and joined the school at a very young age. Within a few years they surpassed most of their educators in the ways of martial combat yet in matters of magic they clearly lagged. While they posses the skill to teach they still struggle with the social graces required.

Attributes: (45)

• Strength: 5
• Constitution: 4
• Agility: 12
• Dexterity: 10
• Intelligence: 6
• Charisma: 3
• Aesthetics/Appearance: 5

Magic Type Preference: Foundation enforcement (anti magic)
Innate Magic Talent: Telepathic bond of twins.

They have two names and two bodies but they are so physically and mentally identical, with such a long history and powerful telepathic bond that they are basically one in the same. They can often lose any sense of self identity.
What one knows so does the other. What one sees, feels, hears or smells, so does the other. They are different only in the way your left hand is deferent from your right. Like two limbs of the same body.

Interests: Sword fighting and being the best at it.
Skills: Sword fighting and martial combat. Acrobatics.

Moody student

WIP

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Azerus

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Age: 19
Species: 4th gen Mixed blood Chimera
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student
Personality:

• Openness: 4
• Neuroticism: 6
• Agreeableness: 2
• Extroversion: 8
• Conscientiousness: -4

Biography: Born of a chimera union he has the blood of many monster types. Somehow he came out more human then either parent.
Attributes:

• Strength: 6
• Constitution: 6
• Agility: 5
• Dexterity: 5
• Intelligence: 7
• Charisma: 6
• Aesthetics/Appearance: 5

Magic Type Preference: Blood magic
Innate Magic Talent: Shape shift

True form

Strength: 5
Constitution: 7
Agility: 6
Dexterity: 5
Intelligence: 8
Charisma: 6
Aesthetics/Appearance: 2

Brute form

Strength: 12
Constitution: 10
Agility: 4
Dexterity: 4
Intelligence: 5
Charisma: 2
Aesthetics/Appearance: 3

Viscous form

Strength: 6
Constitution: 4
Agility: 9
Dexterity:9
Intelligence: 5
Charisma: 4
Aesthetics/Appearance: 3

Seductive form 40

Strength: 3
Constitution: 3
Agility: 4
Dexterity: 4
Intelligence: 6
Charisma: 9
Aesthetics/Appearance: 11

Interests: Art, biology, philosophy, history, status and power.
Skills:

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Azerus

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It was finally here. The day Azerus had long since been waiting for with both equal parts excited anticipation and anxious fear. His whole life was about to change and irregardless of the hardships ahead, it still had to be for the better than the ones passed.

Even though these were more his type of people Azerus still did his best to appear normal and blend in, more so out of habit then anything else. While he could change his form to many things he could never truly appear or pass as a pure human. There was always some form of heavy evidence to identify his true heritage.
As he walked with the group, silently amongst the shadows in the back, a heavy coat and an innocently placed backpack concealing his features and shoulder spikes, he curiously eyed every monstrous feature he could find amongst the other students.

He kept his head low during the trip but paused and looked up to momentarily admire the words scrawled into the gate.

'For the sake of progress.'

"Who's progress and to what ends?" He said softly to himself. Azerus was not beyond admiring the beauty of the impressive flower array that lay on the other side as he waited impatiently for the ceremony to begin.

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Avall

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Age: 17
Race: Half Orc
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Talent:
History:
Born to a travelling troupe Avall saw much of the land before he was even old enough to remember.
His conception was not that of the stereotypical violent union between some savage orc and a helpless human but instead one comprising of two loving, compassionate and caring cast out half-breed parents.
Seeking a better life for their child they left him here where his story begins. All he knows is of the town he grew up in but he often dreams of going beyond the mountain walls.
Other:

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Arden Thorn - Spirit Mage

Arden Thorn
^{Height: 182 cm. Weight: 79 kg. Age: 19 years.
Hair Color: Blonde. Eye Color: Green.}

Name: Arden Thorn (Amakos Therai)
Age: 19 years.
Element: Spirit
Occupation: Student.

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Arden's lower lip protruded the top as he continued to pout. As soon as the display that caught him wide eyed and intrigued was over he went back to being miserable. The trip was tiring and he hadn't slept much the night before. Even now he wasn't allowed to run and play like the adults. Sure the dance and colours were exciting but standing still and merely observing wasn't his thing.

Hiding his short moment of excitement he quickly looks down to the leaves scattered across the floor. With a grumpy kick his foot disrupts their rest. Through the torn cloth patch covering his knee Arden spots a small glistening or red peaking through, reminding him of his earlier fall. With a balled up fist he rubbed his tired eyes and continued to look down at his wound.

His reluctance to participate in the conversation or enjoy the scenery was all part of his defiance to the situation. Arden was a highly energetic child who didn't care much for being told what to do. He had had a hard time settling in and making friends. By the sight of the two girls before him it was clear that for him it was harder then some of the other kids.

The old man talked and Ashe replied, meanwhile Arden just stared at the girls from behind. Ashe's hand holding her friends and her friend holding a rare star Fruit. It was worth the scolding and the scraped knee just to be able to bring the fruit to her. One day he would know it as a Paopu Fruit. For now it was just the object of her eye and Arden felt proud for having retrieved it.

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WIP - Sorcerer and mech.

HEART AND MIND - WHO YOU WERE BEFORE

Name: Vandis Ahvast Layden
Sobriquets: The free

Concept: Recently escaping servitude he is a seeker of freedoms, understanding and purpose.

Origin:
Born into a strict and dying ancient clan. His birth was no accident. Every detail coldly calculated and planned. He was bred for purpose and his purpose to serve. Even from before his conception everything about his life was already laid out and controlled. He was a child of servitude to dwell under the deciding privileged of priests.

His life was as empty as their schematics for clan survival with the weight and responsibility of the clans future added to the frequent and heavy punishments he received as an unquestioning obedience was beat into him. He was taught what to believe, and how to act. When to speak and what to say. He held no self identity as they dictated everything from what he wore to when he could eat, sleep and even shit.
He never knew any semblance of freedom. 'The survival and future of man was built on restraints and servitude. The laws pave the path to divinity.'

His only fortune came in the delegation of his role. While he was not born as one of the privileged he at least held a worthy duty, as far as the children of servitude go. He was trained as a sailor and a scout. He ferried traders to and fro his isolated island near the edge of the known world. He was highly proficient at scaling and descending the sheer cliffs that created a defensive perimeter full of hostile, merciless hazards.

He could preform a dive from terrifying heights that very few healthy trained adult men could preform.

One day as the endless expanse of the sea rushed over his skin and swallowed him whole, just as he had descended to the deepest depth of his dive, he felt the faintest slither of a feeling he no longer recognised. Deep in that silent darkness, submerged in a distant weightlessness he felt the tingle of freedom.

It only sought to remind him further of what could never be. He longed for that foreign feeling, yearning madly for that brief passing taste to forever remain. So desperate was he that with a single act of disobedience he committed the greatest defiance he could.
He disobeyed the rules. The rules of his teachings, of his clan, of the gods, his own body and even of nature.

He opened his lungs to the endless expanse that surrounded him and breathed deeply of the darkness. In that slither of a moment he sampled a taste of true freedom.
The world drifted away as a calming peace like he had never known gripped and dragged him deeper. Soon voices swam to him, circling and pecking at him like a school of hungry fish. It was then for the first time he awoken to the sea of dead stars.

Tired of the rules, tired of their senseless laws and superstitions. Tired of paying for a past he didn't commit. He surfaced hours later and fled. Following only the pull in his heart he began discovering his new self along his steady journey.

Appearance:

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Skills and Flaws

Seafarer: Lives off the sea, he reads it, watches it, follows it, eats from it.
A skilled sailor, fisherman, climber and swimmer. He can build a raft and tie a knot for any occasion.

Fearlessness: If the ocean has not yet swallowed me whole, nor the storms and predators of a high sundered my flesh from the bone, and no gods or creatures of the deep manage dragged me to my watery grave, then what makes you think you can end me here today?

Death is inevitable, all understand that. But for the children of servitude they expect it so constantly that everyday that they remain alive is considered a blessing. They do not fear death because they consider themselves already dead, just living on borrowed time.

And for that they have nothing to lose and fight fearlessly without hesitation or restraint. Wild, ruthless and relentless. (Almost seeking defeat.)

Man of his own design: Infused with the deep primordial chaos of his magic, his body is no longer beholden to the natural laws of physics and his mind is free from the restraints of social expectations. The sea of stars lets him alter and heal himself, replacing serious wounds for ominous scars.

Name: Nothing ever comes for free. The price for his continued life, for his granted power, is his sanity. His perception of reality is constantly wavering. Having looked beyond the physical veil his mind battles with what it has perceived. Every day it slips a little more and more as pure chaos grips his waken conscious.

Hooks:

• No one leaves alive.
  Children of servitude are never allowed to leave the clan. It is said that doing so will bring the impending ruin to their people. Their near eradication has left them paranoid and superstitious. The elder elite, while having no shortage of resources, fulfil the code of their beliefs to the full extent of their capabilities with a fanatical religious devotion.
• A blind seeker.
  He is searching, but for what he does not know. An empty feeling gnaws away inside him. Forever hungry and unsatisfied. Pulling him in strange directions. Dragging him across the land in blind pursuit.
• Rebel without a cause.
  In his new self he has grown addicted to freedoms (aka chaos). Breaking boundaries, stretching limits, seeing and sampling new things. He is eager to test this wide world he once knew nothing about. The arts, music, singing and dancing also catch his interest.

SOUL - WHAT YOU ARE BENEATH THE SKIN

Initiation: In the aimless solitude of his new travels the voices he heard in the sea of dead stars guided the beginning of his sorcery. They also led him to the fey creature that would continue it. His study did not last long as the unexplainable pull from within forced him to move on.

Vandis has taken on his own new beliefs. He believes that creation in its purest form is chaotic. He believes that this raw energy resides just beneath the surface of the refined controlled wold. Be it true or not his magic is a testament to his belief. He can reach into what he calls the cauldron of chaos and will this raw relentless wild energy to somewhat obey him.

Weirds

Chaos magic: Wild sorcery. No matter how powerful the sorcerer this raw primal wild energy is never completely at the users total control. Every spell no matter how large or small carries with it risks and consequences for the user. To draw upon the unfiltered, untamed, pure creationism the body must be fit to handle the physical ravages it causes. Nothing is more unnatural in this dilated refined world than the unruly essence of chaos. But for those that live long enough to consider themselves adept, that through either pure luck or intuitive strategic planning remain within their depths, they discover what it is to hold a truly magnificent and versatile power.

True walking: Teleportation. He has no need to walk along the material plane. Stepping beneath creation he can ride the wild torrential waves of chaos. The journey, not made for humans, is nauseating and intensely draining.

The base of creation:
All things are refined from this pure energy. It is moulded into and forms everything in existence by the will of the world. Vandis's will is not as strong as that of the laws of nature but he can temporarily form it into any structural shape he pleases even if it's appearance remains that of glowing swirling hardened energy.

BLOOD AND BONE - THE NEPHILIM

Nephilim: La'Noir Dark Star
Sobriquets: (Optional; what do YOU want to name your undead armor)

Concept: The shadow of death. The whispering breeze. The path between worlds. The unbound.

Form:

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Partially incorporeal it seems to be a shadow encasing a skeleton. His influence is subtle but clearly existent as is its own will.

Abominations

Shadows web: Like the web of a spider La'Noir has one foot in the shadows and can feel when they move and the vibrations of sound that run along them. (This does not work so well in pure darkness.)

Infiltrate the dead: La'Noir's will is strong and capable of extending beyond his own shell into that of the empty vessels of the deceased.

Dark whispers: La'Noir has access to information reserved only for the forgotten dead. Secrets and desires no others should know. Fears and insecurities just waiting to be rationalised and strengthened. He can command the shadows to chatter and dance within the hearts and minds of his opponent twisting memories, bringing life to their flaws and reawakening emotional pains.
He finds joy in manipulating, demoralising, shaking and debilitating his enemies without ever even touching them.

Shadow born: Day light strips its powers and limits its abilities and influence.

2nd application

HEART AND MIND - WHO YOU WERE BEFORE

Name: Arden Vale
Sobriquets: (Optional)

Concept: The guided adolescent.

Origin: Born into a wealthy family line, Arden inherited great wealth at a very early age. After his families sudden and mysterious disappearance. With no siblings or other known relations he was considered the last of his families name. Estates, servants farmlands and small businesses all fell to him.
Not a single painting was ever done of his parents which for a noble couple is quite unheard of. Arden holds only blurry faint memories of their appearance and trusts in the words of those that served them.
Despite the heavy responsibilities they bestowed upon him, Arden was raised well in fine luxury by his servants who spoilt him. They did their best to tutor him in the affairs of business and finance but between their bias interest and his inexperience it slowly began to crumble.

Over the years as he grew, to no fault other than misfortunate and inexperience, his finances dwindled. Shortly after much of the inheritance was lost, through deceit and trickery he was duped out of the quickly dwindling resources before he could bring complete ruin to his families estate, which all the servants were eager to readily claim. Without realisation he suddenly became legally a boarder in his own home with nothing left to his name.

Things grew dark and quickly. Greed got the better of many of the once kind servers. Hostilities flared amongst themselves as a deep selfishness festered and grew within each and every one. Turning against one another the air was full of spite and backstabbing, theft and ransacking, and eventually murder. Arden's safe world came crashing down.

It was the kindest of them, the very servants who raised and betray him, that convinced him to leave. Arming himself with the fodder found from his parents collection he was gifted a weapon, some armour, an old blank magic book and a small pouch of coins. He was given these thing in guilt and aid to hasten his departure. It was no longer a safe place for him to stay. Very little was known of the history of these seemingly unused ornamental impulse buys or their true worth and value.

Arden set out in haste. He had never been out in the world on his own. When the estate had been in his name there was always a great deal of fuss and protection over his safety. He had thought it was because they cared, now he knew better. The world could be a cruel place and the coins didn't get him far enough. He was eventually mugged for his remaining possessions, left only with his tattered old, seemingly worthless empty book. It was then it spoke to him. It is unknown what awoken the tome, maybe time, Arden's helpless desperation, or perhaps the blood that trickled down his trembling hand. Irregardless, it's pages whispered to him the secrets to summon an imp. In the fall of night, a beaten and hungry beggar boy completed the summoning and took back his possessions from the corpses of the unprepared sleeping muggers.

He felt no guilt that day and continued on his journey. Keeping secret the events of that night. Soon he would be at the silver spear and could seek shelter.

Appearance:

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Skills and Flaws

Clever: He has never had to fend for himself, he has very little in physical skills but is quite clever and observant. A quick learner with an eye for detail.

Lucky: Arden was never taught to fight, not properly. His style is clumsy flailing, frantic desperation and blind hope. Inexperienced and untrained he is guided through combat purely by a degree of luck, intuition, reflexes and determination.

Sensitivity: Arden, while not completely aware of it, is highly and unnaturally empathic. Sensitive to both emotions and the presence of magic.

Young and naive: He knows little of the true world and is both soft and fragile, emotionally and physically. Little life experience leaves him underprepared, weak and vulnerable to others influence.

Hooks:

• What happened to his parents?
  Unbeknown to Arden and most others, his lineage is long tainted with clandestine dealings both in hunting and worshiping dark spirits. Which side of this his parents fell on is unknown but is related to their abrupt and sudden disappearance.
• Something you want for the future.
• Something that interests you or captures your imagination.

SOUL - WHAT YOU ARE BENEATH THE SKIN

Initiation: Arden's magic is new and guided by a spirit bound in an ancient tome. It whispers to him and only him secrets of old sorcery.

Weirds

Spirit Guardian: A dark spirit bound to the ancient tome. It follows and guides Arden. It is invisible to all but him. Having its own views and opinions it is temperamental and not always helpful but extremely knowledgeable when it wants to be.

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Summoner: While it is not natural nor safe, with the right guidance and ritual of old, a practitioner on the dark path of the forgotten arts can bring over malevolent spirits and energies from the other side. This takes time, resources and focus. The risks are always high, failure to cast is the least of ones worries.

Possession: While Arden cannot posses another creature or dark spirit, he can force them to posses him. To trap one in his own flesh sounds ridiculous and dangerous, that's because it is. But if the deal is right, his will strong and the ritual perfect then there can be much power to be gained.

BLOOD AND BONE - THE NEPHILIM

Nephilim: Auraghast the blind devourer
Sobriquets: (Shelly)

Concept: The hungry protector. A glutinous defender. Living armour.

Form: A sturdy heavy powerful armour. Thick and solid it has no eyes but a powerful maw filled with razor fangs.

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Abominations

The consumer: Its powerful mouth can tear through nearly anything. Nothing is off limits to its appetite. All matter and magic can be broken down and absorbed by this Nephilim. Materials are used to repair or energise the powerful beast.

Name: Convergent evolution means that some Nephilim share traits, similarities.

The Armour:

The appetite: While it can consume nearly anything, it does need frequent sustenance to power its entity. It slows when not properly fed.

[Dark Light]

Blood Rose Irregulars

Xia

Name: Xia Sanada
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:

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Bio:
Daughter to the prolific ex empire military captain Jing Sanada, Xia has forever lived in his shadow, to other people and even him. As one of his younger children and a female, she has had trouble grabbing his attention and or affection. Most of her support has come from those close to her father instead of the man himself as he always finds himself busy with a new mission or adventure.
For the shy quiet Xia who is seldom ever heard when in the company of her father, actions speak louder than words. She forced her way into the blood rose irregulars as soon as she could fight and has sought glory and reputation ever since.

Fighting Style: Fast and fierce. Long reach weapons. Disabling attacks. Cunning. Takes advantage of any favours. Trips and disarms.

Desperate to be noticed and make a name for herself she goes into battle with everything she's got. Trained and mentored by some of the best her skills are exceptional but her insecurities cause her to always leave an exit strategy.

Equipment: A ninja's arsenal.
Blow dart
Shuriken
Caltrops
Smoke bomb
Metsubushi
Clawed climbing gloves
Rope dart
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Skills/Abilities: Besides nimble combat Xia had a child hood that went mostly unnoticed by many. What once she cursed she later turned into a skill and now has an uncanny ability to disappear in plain sight and be forgotten or passed unnoticed.

Other Information:

Arden Vale

Name: Arden Vale
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:

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Bio:
Born into a wealthy family line, Arden inherited great wealth at a very early age. After his families sudden and mysterious disappearance. With no siblings or other known relations he was considered the last of his families name. Estates, servants farmlands and small businesses all fell to him.
Not a single painting was ever done of his parents which for a noble couple is quite unheard of. Arden holds only blurry faint memories of their appearance and trusts in the words of those that served them.
Despite the heavy responsibilities they bestowed upon him, Arden was raised well in fine luxury by his servants who spoilt him. They did their best to tutor him in the affairs of business and finance but between their bias interest and his inexperience it slowly began to crumble.

Over the years as he grew, to no fault other than misfortunate and inexperience, his finances dwindled. Shortly after much of the inheritance was lost, through deceit and trickery he was duped out of the quickly dwindling resources before he could bring complete ruin to his families estate, which all the servants were eager to readily claim. Without realisation he suddenly became legally a boarder in his own home with nothing left to his name.

Things grew dark and quickly. Greed got the better of many of the once kind servers. Hostilities flared amongst themselves as a deep selfishness festered and grew within each and every one. Turning against one another the air was full of spite and backstabbing, theft and ransacking, and eventually murder. Arden's safe world came crashing down.

It was the kindest of them, the very servants who raised and betray him, that convinced him to join the Blood Rose Irregulars. Arming him with the fodder found from his parents collection he was gifted with a weapon, some armour, an old blank magic book and a small pouch of coins, all in aid to hasten his departure. It was no longer a safe place for him to stay.
Very little was known of the history of these seemingly unused ornamental impulse buys or their true worth and value.

Arden set out in haste. He had never been out in the world on his own. When the estate had been in his name there was always a great deal of fuss and protection over his safety. He had thought it was because they cared, now he knew better. The world could be a cruel place and the coins didn't get him far enough. He was eventually mugged for his remaining possessions, left only with his tattered old, seemingly worthless empty book. It was then it spoke to him. It is unknown what awoken the tome, maybe time, Arden's helpless desperation, or perhaps the blood that trickled down his trembling hand. Irregardless, it's pages whispered to him the secrets to summon an imp. In the fall of night, a beaten and hungry beggar boy completed the summoning and took back his possessions from the corpses of the unprepared sleeping muggers.

He felt no guilt that day and continued on his journey. Keeping secret the events of that night. Soon he would be at the mercenary guild.

Fighting Style: Clumsy flailing, frantic desperation and blind hope. Inexperienced and untrained he is guided through combat purely by a degree of luck, intuition, reflexes and determination.

Equipment: Fine outfit and light armour. Sturdy ornate sword. Pet owl and an old magic tome.

The spell book appears empty to anyone other than a Vale. Even then only when they concentrate will the book reveal to them what it chooses to, which isn't always what the user was after. Hidden beneath the tough leather exterior, soul stones of unknown origin are imbedded firmly into the spine of the book.

These are not normal or simple spells that it holds but complex rituals that require dedication, resources, time and focus.

Hidden Spells

Summon imp
Create flame

Skills/Abilities: An unnatural ability to spot, read and understand hidden, old and magical writings or languages.
Able to cast dark magic from his ancient family tome.

Other Information: Unbeknown to Arden and most others, his lineage is long tainted with clandestine dealings both in hunting and worshiping dark spirits. Which side of this his parents fell on is unknown but is related to their abrupt and sudden disappearance.

My Hider

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

[Dark Light]

PRIDE

Pride: almost complete

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NAME: Pride _{(He wears his curse a little too proudly and has since proclaimed it as his name.)}
AGE: Early 20's
SIN: Pride
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 190lbs
EYE COLOR: Light Blue
HAIR COLOR: dark brown
Gender: Male
APPEARANCE:
A well kept and presented, finely groomed young man. Bright ambitious and ready to take on the world. Smooth skin, strong jawline, piercing eyes, white teeth and a killer smile. He holds himself with an air of confidence, stature and authority. He is in fair physical shape.
By most accounts he's considered a handsome and desirable man. If not for his charm then the wealth he appears to come from. His attire always making him seem as one of the more important people of any room. His persona reeks of affluence.

BRAND APPEARANCE: The silhouette of a manticore backed by a raising (or falling) sun. Located on the centre of his chest.

PERSONALITY:
Level headedSlightly impulsive,Charming,
Untrusting, Sociable, Proud, Determined,Competative,
He is ever slightly OCD with a strong drive to be in control of every situation.

BACKGROUND: "I, uh, I can't remember..."

CURRENT STORY:

WEAPON: 2 Ornate Bladed Flintlock pistols. Even before the Arc ability these were a thing of technical ingenuity and marvel.
For pride, at the peak of his sin, he wouldn't even consider accepting anything less at his side.

The Flint lock pistols, the first of their kind, are extremely powerful, accurate and efficient.
The blades, also known as the 'manticore's tail' hold the true magic of this marvellous item. These deathly sharp blades can change in size and shape. They can shoot off freely from their gun tethered only by a long thin chain trailing behind connecting it to the guns trigger guard. It can extract and recoil with great speed and strength.

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While mostly wielded as a knife whip or rope dart, in its chain state it's movements and control are at times clearly of a magical influence. Almost moving on its own it can snake off from the rest of the weapon, bound to the handle by a trailing chain that extends and controls it's whip like movements.
(Think Kusarigama with the pistols being the handles.)

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He undertook a perilous and long journey to find a great being capable of conceiving such items worthy of himself. More risks were taken to acquire or create the necessary materials and magics.
It was a lengthy and trailing process. Many would call it a fools errand but none can be more foolish than pride. Many enemies were made as friends and acquaintances were used or betrayed in his selfish pursuit.
Even when his only ally left was the near godly creature who made these gifts for him, Pride could not risk or bare the thought of another owning a similar marvel. So he used his new creations of killing to ensure the creator of them could never again create another. He used his new creations to kill their creator.

ABILITY: Shadow travel (Portals)
A tear in the fabric of space connecting two distant locations with a dark ominous portal. As a perverse unnatural defiance to nature any solid interaction or firm force with the outer edge or 'ergosphere' causes the singularity to instantly collapse and inwardly implode with the shock and volatile energy of nature rectifying the mistake. (Nothing lethal but highly deterrent)
To protect the ergosphere and prevent collapsing a portal can be placed on a wall or other sturdy flat faced object.
The greater the distance of the two locations the smaller the openings size can be.

If something is reaching through the portal at the time of its collapses it closes around the obstruction tightly and painfully as a large force expels it to which ever side held the greatest mass. Anything not truly connected to both sides, like an object held in a hand, or a piece of jewellery, will remain on the other side.

The direction and shape of a portal is variable however altering either further limits the restrictions on size and distance limitations. A straight forward human sized portal can only extend about 15 meters, after that the size gradually decreases to that of a small chest at 50 and less than a fist at 80.
They can only connect known familiar spots or that which is visible.

Sample post; Current situation

Dalatgar forest path.
Bandit territory

It was not an unusual occurrence in these parts. These roads that stretched between towns winding through the notoriously known forest, home to all manner of brigands and cut throat thieves.
It's why the roads, despite being the shortest path between locals were now barely traveled, at least not without a strong guard company.

What was unusual was the single fine carriage lead only by an old coachman and his young stable hand. Unarmed they sat atop the seat behind a marvellous shiny-coated black draft horse. It was dangerously clear that a horse and carriage of this calibre didn't belong anywhere near here. One of this stature had probably never even set foot along these treacherous paths before let alone travel unaccompanied. It's clear worth and status was reserved for the safe halls and pathways of royal and noble estates.

Despite the growing commotion and impending danger circling around them fast, all three remained perfectly calm and still. The old man, the young child and the majestic beast. Had greed and stupidity not gripped itself so tightly around the hearts of these bandits, maybe then they would have seen the situation for as it was, too good to be true. Yet desperation and a black heart gave them a false hope.
Hope for a naive lost noble travelling with wads of stolen riches.
Hope for a carriage of bratty young damsels fleeing off in emotional defiance against their parents rule.
Hope for an easy bounty to end their sufferable miserable ways of life.

A cruel, sadistic, gap tooth smile spread across the growing leathery dirt ridden faces like a disease as they seemingly appeared from nowhere, emerging from the surrounding bushes and shrubbery, forever increasing in numbers and confidence as they closed in circling their easy prey.

Either a bandit leader of sorts or simply an over eager and impatient participant, one man struts forwards more further than all the rest, casually heading towards the carriage door. A thin sabre swinging loosely in his main hand as his tattered and torn simple tanned clothes flap on his every bouncing step in the soft quiet wind. His smile, acting as a reflection of his desire, much larger and fouler than all the rest. He ignores the driver instead focusing on the large wooden surprise before him. As the man raises his boney frail hand to tatter on the carriage door, beside him the air begins to shimmer and distort as a mysterious dark energy swirls into a strange opening.

Now no longer smiling the curious bandit intently stares into the shadowy disk, trying to make out the image hovering in its darkness.
'BANG!'
A sudden thunderous roar screamed out of the portal and was followed by a loud thud as the main thug dropped to the floor like a heavy sack.

Silence and confusion swept the battlefield as the sick smiles faded and were replaced by worried open lips. Then the new silence was interrupted by the slow steady creak of the opening carriage door. All eyes quickly fell to it, staring in anticipation. A large heavy leather boot was the first thing to evacuate the carriage, followed by another. One after another they descended the steps carrying on them a well kept calm handsome young man. In his hand he held a strange dagger that expelled a thin wisp of smoke. His face was expressionless as he surveyed the scene.
With a nudge from his boot he shook the lifeless bandit sprawled at his feet. It was that action that triggered a response from the other bandits. A wayward spear flew towards the coachman. Too faraway to intercept it Pride reached out towards it with an outstretched open hand. Just before piercing his driver the spear vanished into a black hole and a scream of pain echoed out from the tree line far behind them. An archer quickly responded by drawing back his bow but as he released the arrow a dark circle opened before it. As the arrow left the bow it emerged from the archers chest with a sickening squelch and spray of blood.

This continued two or three more times before a large burly man came thundering towards him with a powerful axe raised high over his head. Pride stood still and unwavering before the ferocious might of this stampeding half giant. The strange blade at his side seemed to droop and grow ever so slightly under the weight of gravity.
As the mighty axe cam plummeting down with all its weight and the full force of the giant brute behind it, Pride effortlessly caught the attack mid air with his slightly lengthened and curved gun blade. The clashing metals rang through the air hiding the gasp that swept the bandits.
Skipping back with a fast step Pride spun on the spot holding his composure and posture. Mid turn the blade whipped free of the pistol and came slashing around past the giant brute before him leaving behind multiple streaks of red across his chest and arms.

The chain clunked as it fell to Pride's side. Still attached to the pistol it weighed it down as he raised it and pointed the empty barrel at his stunned opponent. The two locked eyes intently both unsure of the others next move or intentions. The brute cared not of the barrel pointed at him but the chain running from it and the knife bound to it on the floor bellow.
Now it was Prides turn to smile. With his thumb he cocked back the hammer. Meanwhile from somewhere in his carriage small portals we're opening and connecting within his pistol.

Enough time and suspense had passed, the large bandit swung again.
'BANG!'
He was too slow, mid swing his head jerked back and he fell to the floor lifeless.

Now this was enough to startle the weaker willed of the bandits. But Pride could not stand by and allow them to flee so easily. A new darkness grew before him, larger and taller than the rest. Large enough for him to step through. As the chain retracted back into his pistol Pride reached into the back of his belt and pulled forth a second bladed pistol. Identical in intricate shape and form it was only the colours that differed. As if inverted to each other they were opposite with alternating highlights. Like day and night or light and darkness.

Job still incomplete Pride stepped into the darkness and behind his foes. The old coachman and young child huddled together in the clearance. The man desperately trying to cover the child's ears and shelter him from the ensuing screams that slowly traveled through the forest around them.