[CHAR] Dawn of a New Voyage / SHUT DOWN

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Name: Kyle Silvan

Age: 22

Gender: male

Appearance:

Details: 6'2, 185 lbs, black shaggy hair, brown eyes, tan caucasian skin.

Race: Human

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Fighting class type: Mage

Evolution:
1: Black Magic = Kyle learns how to tap into the darker recesses of his soul and learns how to control darker more twisted magical powers. Will be able to use curses, hexes, and potentially more unstable spells.
2. Dark Magic = Dark magic is taking the spells you already know and upgrading them, being to to use their regular forms of the spell and then being able to take that spell and make it more powerful, turning its pigment black.
3. Master = Kyle will be able to expand his pool of mana, and be able to cast spells faster and learn more spells.
4. Archmage = Kyle will able to learn master level spells.

Personality: Kyle is quick to anger, but not prone on throwing the first punch. Kyle likes to think things through and prefers to have a plan beforehand.

Biography:

Reasons sent to the void: When Kyle was still learning, he mistakenly summoned a powerful and dangerous beast instead of the original small animal he was trying to summon. The beast destroyed and murdered everyone in a small village before it he was barely tot stop it. Kyle went on to perform great things in his very short life before being murdered by someone who wanted revenge on him. His murderer was a man who was married to a women in the destroyed village. The man survived because he went out of the the village on a trip the day before the massacre.

Weaknesses: Weak with hand to hand combat and magic involving nature spirits.

[Kaalee]

Name: Selenia Mithlynnonel

Age: 154

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Selenia stands at 5'8, a modest height for an elf suggesting she probably has some relatives that aren't an elf somewhere in her family tree. Her hair is a mix of blonde, brown and a few strands of copper, depending on the light and the red light of hell really brings out the copper in both her hair and skin. She's not soft but she's not muscular or particularly strong, simply hardened by years of rough living. Her ears are perfectly pointy and her eyes are the color of the night sky.

Race: Elvish

Sexual Orientation: If it moves and she's in the mood, she's down.

Fighting class type: She fights both as a ranged archer and as a mage.

Evolution:
1. She can create more than one thorn whip at a time, and they are longer with more thorns.
2. Her poison spore is more lethal with a wider range
3. Her bodily fluids become poisonous at will, and she can use them on her arrows, as well as her thorn whips becoming poisonous.
4. She can create and revive plants not attached to her body with a few drops of her blood. These plants drain her energy and last from 4-24 hours depending on the size and how much energy she has.

Personality: She has what you call a big personality. She'll flirt, and yell, and generally draw attention to herself, unintentional as it is. She's not prone to violence though, and generally is willing to help rather than hurt.

Biography: Selenia was born as close to a princess as an elf born to a nomadic band of wood elves could be. She didn't want for anything, she married a man she loved, and she was pregnant with twins according to her tribes healer. Except birthing twins is never easy, and something went wrong during the birth. Selenia passed out, and when she woke her entire family, including one of her newborn babies, was dead. The other one was screaming, but healthy. During the birth she had inadvertently poisoned her entire tribe, and only one of her twins was born with the natural immunity that Selenia had. Selenia, grieving, had left her still alive child in the tent, and ran. She never looked back, and she never told anyone of what she had done. She was killed, some years later, due to a stray arrow of all things.

Weaknesses: She won't kill anyone, she'll defend herself but if it comes to her or them, she won't kill them. Which considering her fighting methods are all pretty lethal, she dies a lot.

[Ryteb Pymeroce]

Name: Ryteb Pyarros

Age: 137

Gender: Male

Appearance: A sexy beast, though you probably want a more descriptive explanation of my brilliant self. I stand at a whopping 5'2" in height, like any truly great man should. My build is lithe, as my profession required me to be athletic, and frankly muscles just get in the way. Many women have proclaimed jealousy at the beauty of my facial features, and have even turned the heads of a few men, though my features are marred slightly by a scar to my left cheek. My hair is the colour of a roaring flame, and comes down to my shoulders in a regal mane, my wonderful vulpine ears on full display. Speaking of which, I have three fox tails, each as sleek as my hair. My eyes are a wonderful orange in colour, and can melt even the coldest of ladies with a mere glance. As all people should, I take care to maintain my complexion, making sure to stay a light tan. It helps me look exotic. My attire is relatively plain, in contrast to my superior looks, though there is a good reason for that. I wear a custom-made silk suit, dyed in a deep green, like the colour of a leaf in the shade, with a black shirt underneath, unbuttoned of course. My shoes are bespoke as well, though they are made from snakeskin.

Race: Kitsune

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Fighting class type: Trickster

Evolution:
1- Pyromancy = Fire has always been my ally, and I once possessed the ability to manipulate the flames. Always good for a distraction, or if you want to smother a pesky light.
2- Bag o' Tricks = Once upon a time, I came across a bag of holding, which I stored all my various tools and tricks inside. I can't quite remember where I left it though.
3- King of Thieves = I was considered the master of thievery, infamous throughout the land. No lock could stand before me, no guard could catch even my shadow.

Personality: My loves were myself, women, and money, in that order. I am not ashamed to admit it. I live my life in service to those three things, and put all else to the side.

Biography: Which story should I tell you? That I was a poor orphan, seduced into the path of thievery out of desperation? Perchance that I was the son of a noble, who left in search of adventure and debauchery? Ooh, how about the one where I was raised by a band of gypsies and learned my trade from them? Honestly, the story of my past matters little to you. I was a thief, some might say a master of the art, but a thief none the less. I made a living stealing all sorts of items. Sometimes a bit of coin, sometimes a valuable antique. I even plundered ancient tombs to find items of value. You might expect that I went out in a daring escapade, fighting battalions of armed guards, but alas no. One of my... ahem... female companions slit my throat, probably in an attempt to cash in on my fairly sizeable bounty. And I was only a youthful 137 too...

Reasons sent to the void: I stole from everyone. Though the reason I was probably sent here was because I stole from churches, charities, and orphanages. I needed money for... company.

Weaknesses: Pretty women. Oh, you wanted a serious answer? Well, people call me arrogant. I think they're just jealous that they aren't a sexy kitsune like me.

[Kidd]

Sloane Shields | 40 | Female

Appearance: Sloane appears to be in her early to mid twenties, despite being much older. Her pale green eyes stand out the most: although mostly a dull green, flecks of deeper emerald and gold dot the irises. She tends to wear dark eyeliner and eye shadow that compliments the color. Sloane’s skin is dark brown in contrast, and she wears make up to accent her high cheekbones. Her dreadlocks are dark brown–nearly black–in color and are styled like an undercut with both sides shaved close to her scalp. The dreads themselves sometimes lazily drape to one side to the other, are tied back behind her neck, or styled up in a bun of sorts. She walks with a tall, confident demeanor and tends to wear a combination of tight pants and layered tanktops to show off her tattoo sleeves. Toned arms and legs stretch far, emphasizing her height and slimness–high heels help, too. She also has tattoos behind her ear, neck, on her back and legs, hips, below her chest, and..elsewhere. Said tattoos include but are not limited to her zodiac sign, favorite quote, a semi-colon, and tribal designs. When it comes to jewelry, she has small gauges in her ears and long necklaces that dangle over her chest. She’ll sometimes have thick bracelets and rings on, as well.

Notable Tattoos (aka magic imbued tattoos): Water color compass on her wrist that she can use to locate items or people via magic. A tree of life on the back of her neck that has roots that extend down to her back tattoos. This tattoo is what gives her extended life. On the inside of her arm, she has “seize the night” scripted in Latin: carpe noctem. It allows her to read and speak Latin fluently and was one of her first tattoos.

Height/Weight: 6'1" / 145 lbs

Race: Witch

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Fighting class type: Brawler / magic user

Evolution: Despite being one of the most powerful witches of her time, here in the void she has yet to unlock her powers. So she'll be starting as a plain old human, but here's a general outline of what I'm loosely planning for Sloane:

1. Gain a weapon
2. Gain memories of her death
3. Gain some power back: her tattoos and simple magic/spells
4. Gain the rest of her memories, maybe a second weapon
5. Gain her powers back
6. ???
7. Proft

Personality: When it comes to people, she can come off friendly enough, though she’s rather apathetic behind the smiles. She’s far more interested in art and animals and magic, but she recognizes the importance and usefulness in others. Still, when her mood is soured, she can be sadistic and cruel to those she feel has wronged her–though, at times, she finds herself acting pointlessly cruel sometimes out of impatience or defensiveness. Needless to say, Sloane tends to look out for herself before others. However, she can easily bond with another over similar interests. She likes being active and loves to travel when she’s commissioned for a tattoo from someone out of town.

Biography: Magic has run in her family for a long time, though the farthest back she remembers is her grandfather who was particularly powerful. He taught her the magic she knows now growing up since his next in line–her father–wasn’t around to do so. While he raised her in magic, her mother raised her in a normal life. In high school, she attempted her first original spell to help her through Latin class: her “carpe noctem” tattoo–and it got her addicted to both tattoos and magic. A particularly romantic Valentines Day led to a teen pregnancy with her first boyfriend. She had planned to raise it with him, but when he died she put the baby up for adoption instead. Then she dropped out of high school to become a tattoo artist. Neither her grandfather nor mother were very happy, but they tried to be supportive due to the tragic loss.

When her grandfather passed, she was left to figure out magic for herself. This added to her stress. She at least had his magic journals, previous generations' magic artifacts, and Nox--a demon-like creature bond to the Shield family in servitude. It was in researching magic that she found a new obsession and curiosity: immortality. She was barely 20 when she dove into research on how to live long--preferably forever. Via her tattoos, she found a way: she enchanted the ink she used on other people, and that ink would drain their life force and give it to her, instead. This significantly slowed her aging and after 20 years, she only looks a few years older.

Unfortunately, an elite hunter from a very old and very powerful organization caught wind of her magic. He was no ordinary human either, for Sloane never had a problem with the average human. It still took him months, however, to fully unravel Sloane's secrets and eventually kill her. When he finally killed Sloane, it was after freeing the demon bound to her family line who returned the kindness by helping take the witch down. So here she is, in the void.

Reasons sent to the void: I mean she was killing people to live longer. That's pretty fucked up. She also used another being as a slave for all her life. Complete disregard for human life and an obnoxious pride in her witch heritage.

Weaknesses:

- She might be a witch, but her body is fundamentally human and she bleeds just like everyone else. Her magic is affected by her state of mind and body, as well, so being sick or severely injured will weaken her.
- In regards to the magic tattoos, if they’re badly damaged or removed the magic will stop working as well.

[Solaris]

Name: Dimension 13 entity 3, Locus=beta 6.11:Lazarus

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Dragon

S/O: Heterosexual

Fighting class: Elementalist/Berserker

Evolution:

Draconic Physiology- The natural physical enhancements that being a dragon comes with such as strength, speed, agility, perception, etc.

Draconic augmentation- The ability to sacrifice energy to perform an array of temporary augments to his body.

Phoenix like state- awakens elemental flames, ability to exist in physical and metaphysical realms at the same time.

Basic Draconic Manifestation- The ability to manifest his elemental flames into uniform structures

Memory bank 1- Memory bank of his life from his original dimension, causes change in personality as well as an increase in power and skill

Draconic Energy Manipulation- The ability to vent elemental energy to perform a variety of tasks.

Advanced Draconic Manifestation- The ability to generate semi-permanent draconic traits

Memory bank 0- memory bank of his original form

Personality: Lazarus though keen and vigilant is usually playful and mischievous, having a bad habit of creating chaos as well as getting his nose into where it doesn't belong, though obviously he does have different aspects to his persona this is by far the dominant one.

Biography: In a time which Lazarus once forgotten he went by a different name in a different town in a different country in a different continent in a different world in a different star system in a different dimension. In the middle of a mission that would decide the fate of his people, powerful entities attempted to interfere and sent him to a place known as Earth. He landed near the Andes Mountains when he was still a teenager and eventually found his way to an observatory, where he quickly learned both English and Spanish. At the observatory where he was discovered to be immensely talented at making new astrological discoveries as well as doing the math behind them soon found himself with a U.S. Visa in Princeton University as a physics major, working two part time jobs, one as a barista and the other as a contract killer. One day as he browsed the web the idea of killing for money, or killing to steal large amounts of money was planted in his head, so he started training. Before he knew it he was going out every other day to conduct a solo raid on a stash house or assassinating a dirty cop. He got so good that by the summer break he knew what he was going to do. He said that he was going to South America to visit family, but he had more sinister ideas. He planned to topple the cartels and make way with possibly billions of dollars. Though he did find some success at the beginning, the almost endless resources of the cartels eventually bested him. As he was staking out a building that was potentially a major stash house everything went dark, he was engulfed by black flames and awoke in hell.

Reasons Sent to the Void: When Lazarus was in his homeworld, he was notorious for killing thousands of Imperial soldiers and stealing their souls as a renegade revolutionary. However that was understandable due to the brutal nature of the war he partook in, what was inexcusable however was the fact that he is simply a natural killer which can be seen due to his exploits on Earth despite loosing his memories after travelling to the dimension. The other reasons why he was sent there for was because he doesn’t view murder as being bad at all as long as killing the person he does benefits him and his loved ones in some way.

Weaknesses: Curiosity, Naivety, Pissing people off for fun, Coldness, His alternate memory sets and failure to understand where his limits lie.

[chukklehed]

Name: Clairemont de Liette-Kiermo

Age: 35

Gender: female

Race: Human-Demon Hybrid

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Fighting class type: Warrior

Evolution:
1. Carbuncle - Claire gains the use of the Demon Sword Carbuncle in it's dormant state. This sword is impossibly strong and sharp, able to cut through any mundane material. It thirsts for blood, and will grow stronger the more it is given.
2. Fallen Armor - Claire's armor is made of the same demonic material as her sword, but lacks the magic imbued into the blade. The material is close to indestructible, but so impossibly heavy that even she lacks the ability to move freely in it. The armor comes with a charm that will store it in it's own space, giving her the ability to equip it at will.
3. Demon Form - Regaining enough power to control her true form, Claire becomes able to release her inner demon, drastically altering her appearance and giving her already formidable physical abilities a boost.
4. Awakened Carbuncle - The Demon Sword, finally having absorbed enough blood to awaken, grants Claire access to her demonic abilities of Hellfire and Darkness. These abilities take a toll on her in the form of sanity, and if she uses too much at once she will fly into a berserker blood rage.

Personality:
Clare has no real qualms about killing, as she was not only a warrior in her life, but part demon. She does, however, have issues with killing unprovoked, or killing the innocent. Most of the time, she is stoic and taciturn, but every once in a while emotions will rise to the surface, and not typically good ones.

Biography:
Claire was born into the Liette-Kiermo family, an old and powerful dukedom and the seat of power in all her kingdom short of the King himself. However, from birth she was marked for tragedy, as a demon-mark was seared into her skin as soon as it touched the open air. Fearing for the status of his house, her father had her locked away in the deepest, but admittedly most comfortable, chambers in his estate, to be cared for only by the most trusted of servants, and more often than not, by himself and her mother alone. Her life wasn't terrible, as her parents didn't hate her for the mark, but she was never allowed to see the open sky for fear that someone would catch a glimpse of her wrongness. For 16 years she lived on her own, her only contact with the outside world her parents and tutors, and she was happy with her life regardless. However, on her 16th birthday, she felt and overwhelming call from the blood red moon above, and forced her way outside despite the protests of the servants. As she finally felt herself bathed in the light of the moon, she found in front of her a sword so black that it seemed to drink in the light around it. Compelled, she grasped the hilt in both hands, and suddenly felt a flood of rage and greedy hunger as a voice forced itself into her mind.

These people have kept you imprisoned your entire life. They are afraid of you, of what you can do. They would put you to death if they could manage it. Kill them first.

The sword's greedy voice tried to overpower her will, but try as it might, it could not force her to raise the blade to her parents or their servants. Instead, in an act of desperation, she ran as far as she could, as fast as she could, trying to escape anybody the sword might force her to kill. She lived alone from then on, imposing her will on the blade again and again as she could not be rid of it. Eventually, she won out, and the sword bowed to her commands. She learned to wield it and it's demonic powers in solitude, and only once she was certain she could control it's power did she return to her parents and her king, pledging her new strength to his service.

Reasons sent to the void:
Later in life, Claire was tasked to protect the prince of an allied nation as he led peace talks across the land. In stopping one of numerous assassination attempts, she lost control of Carbuncle and fell into a blood rage. She only regained her sanity later, surrounded by the slaughtered bodies of innocent civilians and allies, with the prince himself impaled on her sword. In horror, she watched as the life drained from his face, and she was close enough to hear his last, whispered words.

"I'm sorry, dear Claire. Forgive me."

Howling in sorrow and self hatred, Claire took her own life with the Demon Sword, not caring that anybody slain with it would be sent to Hell, regardless of their morality.

Weaknesses: Magic and Mind affecting powers. Claire relies on her physical abilities and armor, so anything that takes those out of the equation could beat her.