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Dennis Calhoun
Name:
Dennis Calhoun
Age:
Early 30s
Brand:
Mist
Weapon & Rune (if they have one):
Sawed-Off lever action shotguns, Stone.
Faction:
Black Hats
Personality:
Gruff, unfettered, and misanthropic. Do not get in this man's way.
Background:
Little is known about the mysterious, dreaded ringleader of the Black Hats. Some say he's a former Golden Boy seeking revenge on an organization that wronged him. Others say he's a myth. A fictional figure that the Black Hats use for intimidation purposes. others still think he's a demon wearing a man's skin. But what is known for sure is that Dennis Calhoun hates you. And no matter who you are, him or one of his followers will kill you dead if the price is right.
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Runs the Black Hats as an instrument of his notion of "The Rigtheous Euthanasia"
Faceclaim: Erron Black from Mortal Kombat
Dennis Calhoun
Age:
Early 30s
Brand:
Mist
Weapon & Rune (if they have one):
Sawed-Off lever action shotguns, Stone.
Faction:
Black Hats
Personality:
Gruff, unfettered, and misanthropic. Do not get in this man's way.
Background:
Little is known about the mysterious, dreaded ringleader of the Black Hats. Some say he's a former Golden Boy seeking revenge on an organization that wronged him. Others say he's a myth. A fictional figure that the Black Hats use for intimidation purposes. others still think he's a demon wearing a man's skin. But what is known for sure is that Dennis Calhoun hates you. And no matter who you are, him or one of his followers will kill you dead if the price is right.
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Runs the Black Hats as an instrument of his notion of "The Rigtheous Euthanasia"
Faceclaim: Erron Black from Mortal Kombat
Ember Storm The Prince Himself
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Robert James “Duff” Duffield
Age:
Thirty-seven
Brand:
None, he is an ordinary human
Weapons:
Smye & Cochrane Ltd. Cavalry Special .303 rifle; carries two types of ammunition. The most common type he carries is standard .303 ammunition, but he will often load custom Voidstone tipped ammunition as every fifth round when dealing with higher class Amalgamates or rarely use his .303 Voidtipped ammunition exclusively if required.
Amherst Munitions Type IX .455 revolver; again, he uses two types of ammunition like the ones for the .303.
Kalden Knife and Sword Co. Voidstone infused cavalry sabre; in case of unavoidable melee, the scabbard is designed to allow him to easily draw the blade, but the primary purpose of this sword is to slow his foe down long enough to allow him to get some distance and draw his Type IX.
Faction:
None, though he finds kindred spirits in many other factions.
Personality:
Although he carries a seemingly gruff and almost world weary demeanor, Robert James Duffield is amicable and polite, almost to a fault. Among those who know him, he has a reputation for kindness, but is known to be a brutal combatant when the chips are down. This is a trait shared by many of the natives of Aborrana, as the harsh winters and thick forests require a stern constitution and a cooperative spirit for survival.
Background:
At the age of eighteen, Duff joined the Aborranian Royal Army as a dragoon, where he received training with rifles, sidearms, and the cavalry sabre he still carries. Five years later, he was honourably discharged from the military due to an injury he received that still causes him to walk with a slight limp. Not one to sit quietly and reminisce, Duff quickly put his training to good use, becoming reputable as a man of action and capability in dealing with Amalgamates in his home province of North Ridge. Over the last one and a half decades, his skills as a crack shot reached near fabled status as his training with his trusty rifle and revolver allowed him to take on threats that most ordinary humans would run from. As his kill count grew, so too did his resistance to magic. He is capable of shrugging off lower power spells, and spells that would kill most non-casters will only slow him down for a variable period of time.
Other:
Seldom is he seen without his trench coat from his military days. The various pockets carry survival equipment, rations, ammunition, and a first aid kit... as well as a flask that he tends to keep topped up with Aborranian rye whisky. He is capable of riding a horse, but doesn’t own one at the present time. His primary method of supplying himself with the needed Voidstone for his ammunition is to sell the runes he makes from his kills to Casters.
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Mercury Natalia Halynn, simply 'Merc' to those who know her
Age:
21
Brand:
Body
Weapon/Rune:
Storm runes tattooed on the backs of her hands
Faction:
The Covenant; Covenant of Body
Personality:
Brash, hot-blooded, and quick-tempered, Mercury has a pension for getting into fights that sometimes gets her into trouble; a bit of a problem child from the start. That said, there's a heart of gold buried beneath that rough exterior. She's always willing to lend a hand to those in need, and will never hesitate to stand against any perceived injustice. Hot-blooded though she may be, she is a wonderful friend.
Background:
Mercury grew up poor, spending most of her time prowling the streets of New Wickenborough, usually looking for things to steal for the sake of self-preservation, because god knows her incompetent whore of a mother couldn't do it. The house she was supposed to live in didn't feel like a home, it barely felt like a house, and her mother didn't help the situation with giving the local 'gentry' far more attention than she'd give Mercury. Most of their interactions consisted of screaming matches and Mercury taking a backhand or two. This went on until roughly the age of 13, when she encountered Eiichiro, or rather, a pack of his more unruly students, in an attempt to pick-pocket one. Keeping an ever-watchful eye, Eiichiro watched as they began to pick on young Mercury, ready to step in at a moment's notice should they overstep any line. Mercury, however, was the one who decided when a line was crossed, and, as is in her nature, swung first. Much to Eiichiro's surprise, she was able to hold her own for a while, but being outnumbered, she quickly lost ground, at which point Eiichiro himself intervened. He explained to her that he and his students where visitors from Xiao, on an outing to seek more worldly knowledge and experience. After a short discussion, and hearing of Mercury's plight, he offered to take her in. It didn't take much to get Mercury on board with the plan. She left nothing more than a note explaining that she was leaving and never coming back for her mother to find. 8 years later, and Mercury has blossomed into a beautiful woman, and a fierce fighter, bearing the brand of body magic. She travels the world now, largely in pursuit of competition fighting events to earn her living. Far from a master of her martial arts, she has applied the skills she does have, dissected and woven them into her own brand of street fighting, creating a unique fusion of precise technique and blind instinct; a genuinely wild style of combat.
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A common practice among those who train in the use of body magic is a technique used to harden their body to a stone-esque state, mostly as a means of defense. Mercury's use of this ability is no different, but her ability to harden her body surpasses even some of the strongest body magic users. While for most, their skin would appear no different, Mercury's body will turn black and smooth like polished onyx in the effected areas. While not unheard of, this is a rare trait in body users.
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Patches The Man Who Sold the World
Member
Seen
5 yrs ago
Appearance
Name:
Riley Newguy
Age:
20
Brand:
Liquid
Weapon & Rune (if they have one):
"Hundra," a stone rod weapon fitted with stone runes. Using the stone runes, the wielder forms different weapons such as swords, hammers, and polearms. It was a weapon commonly used by guardsman for high ranking Casters during medieval times. He is an incredibly skilled fighter, surprising many by his plain appearance. His weakness however lies in his lack of power without a weapon, other than his unarmed fighting, which is more used for restraint, and that he lacks any grand skills beyond combat.
Faction:
New Wickborough Special Forces
Personality:
A very plain individual, with no real standout personality. He very proud and dedicated to his job, doing it with a straight face. No fear, pleasure, or anger, although occasionally loses this casual persona in extreme situations. He lacks any real dedication or commitment to much else that isn't his job. Despite all this, he is described as friendly by his coworkers, "not a bad person, just very odd and a bit eccentric with a slight difficulty in holding conversations."
Background:
Riley, better known by his nickname based on his last name "New Guy" was always the weakest person in his class. Tiring out from short runs, treading water in the pool, bullied for his weak appearance, and easily left behind by others. It wasn't until the age of 16, that he got his brand. From here, he grew stronger physically, focusing on becoming strong, so he may protect his city. He learned slowly, but through 6 years of training in a specialized weapon, he grew into the Special Class he is today
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When unarmed, he fights with a overseas fighting style known as "Cornered Hare Style." It is a fighting style revolving around light strikes and retraining attacks using water, followed up with heavy blows against the restrained target. A form used by law enforcement overseas. While strong against humans and quick moving individuals, it lacks strength against larger targets or things that can't be restrained.
Ember Storm The Prince Himself
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7 yrs ago
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Astrid Hamdottir/Rougish Astrid
Age:
Twenty-seven
Brand:
Mist
Weapon/Rune:
Compound bow. It itself lacks runes, but Astrid uses several different types of trick arrows with various runes that allow for explosive/incendiary arrows (her own mist brand); laser beams, shield arrows, flash arrows, light arrows (light runes); poison arrows, freezing arrows, and razor arrows (liquid runes).
Non-magical twinned curved swords, about as long as one’s forearm, the blades are designed to draw as much blood as possible and make wounds that are difficult to close without magical means thanks to well-honed edges.
Non-magical throwing knives. It’s honestly surprising how many she carries, seemingly pulling them out of nowhere.
Faction:
Ex-Old Path, now a freelancer that takes contracts with the White Teeth, Golden Boys, et cetera.
Personality:
Distant and reserved, the only emotions Astrid seems to display are those of negativity. Often appearing scornful and annoyed, few people realize that these emotions are more of a face than reality, although they were originally adopted from two things. First, her time in the Old Path taught her to eschew and deride the modernity of current day Kokotha, a feeling she often has difficultly setting aside despite enjoying many of the luxuries afforded to the modern citizen. Secondly, most people call her “Rougish Astrid,” a name she highly dislikes due to her actual training as a scout.
Background:
With several years of training as a scout and ranger in the forces of the Old Path, Astrid eventually found herself wandering further and further from the Path, both literally and figuratively, as she saw more and more of the modern world. Eventually, she went AWOL, leaving the order to begin working as a freelancer and information gather that is usually under contract to the White Tooth Men or Golden Boys.
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She still wears her own armour from her time in the Old Path, although it has been dyed and repainted. Its black and grey colour scheme offers a lot in the way of stealth.
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Patches The Man Who Sold the World
Member
Seen
5 yrs ago
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Name:
Yoshimi Sekenetsu
Age:
25
Brand:
Storm
Weapon & Rune (if they have one):
Mend and Maim. A pair of gauntlets fitted over the user's hands, powered by Storm Runes, and both fitted with specialized Mist Runes, enhancing the user's strength and abilities. Mend on her left hand, utilizes the utilitarian uses for the two runes, such as healing, concealment, and protection. Maim on her right, utilizes the offensive capablities, such as shocking her opponents or summoning heavy winds.
Faction:
The Universal Machine
Personality:
Headstrong, tempermental, holds the belief that hard work and difficulty challenges are the road to victory. Doesn't turn down challenges that are presented to her. A strong ego, claims to be the strongest woman in all of Kokotha. But despite her ego and temperment, she has a strong sense of justice. Staying away from the temptations of what she considers evil
Background:
Born into the Universal Machine after her and her father immigrated from overseas, Yoshimi grew up among factory workers. It wasn't until 2 years after her father died in a work related accident did she form a Brand, allowing her to control machines equipped with the right runes. Because of her outgoing nature and adeptness at technology, she took his place in the Universal Machine
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Patches The Man Who Sold the World
Member
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5 yrs ago
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Name:
Gossick Seabrooke
Age:
20
Brand:
None
Weapon & Rune (if they have one):
A dartgun, several potions for offense and support. His lack of magic would seemingly make him weak compared to other Casters, with the use of certain potions, he can fortify his own physical durability to be close to the durability of your average Caster.
Faction:
Kokothan Brewer's League
Personality:
Gossick is typically softspoken and somewhat airheaded. Curious of the world around him and what he can make of it, he holds a high value of his work and himself. He has a dislike for factions such as the Drekka and the White Teeth, as he views their methods of gaining profit as unfair and depraved, especially the Drekka, because of their hand in the murder of his father. Has no negative feelings for most other factions or people. Despite lacking any magic, he seeks to be on level with Casters and the like.
Background:
The son of a famous brewer in the city of Pitchpoint, Kokotha, he was raised and trained in the art of potion brewing by his father, as well as a bit of tinkering from some of the townsfolk. His father began to gain some fame. However, this fame had been stealing attention away from another group that had recently set up business in the city; the enigmatic faction of brewers, known as the Drekka. Coming to him with promises of profit and power, if he were to join them, his father refused the offer. The Drekka didn't respond kindly; willing to maintain their newfound control over the city in anyway, they attacked the brewer's home at night. Torching the place with firebombs. Gossick, hid away in a secure basement by the orders of his father, survived the attack. With his home and only family lost at such a young age, the young boy attempted to build his own business from the ground up elsewhere, without having to cheat his way into things
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Gossick was born with CIPA (cogenital insensitivity to pain). He is unable to feel physical pain or extreme temperatures. He considers this to be more of a drawback than a benifit, as it causes him to accidentally hurt himself without knowing it.
Name:
Daud Jameson
Age:
52
Brand:
Stone
Weapon & Rune (if they have one):
A Halberd infused with a Stone Rune.
Faction:
The Old Path (The Lawbringers)
Personality:
Chivalrous, honest and brave, on the surface Daud is the embodiment of knightly virtues. He is unyielding in his quest to bring law and order throughout all of Kokotha and beyond. From petty crime to tribal uprisings, he considers no act of chaos too small to be ignored. However, deep down Daud is also a very worrisome and even somewhat paranoid person. Wracked with guilt from a horrible incident long ago, he will seek to protect his companions at all costs, even if it ends up being his downfall.
Background:
Being born to a farmer's family, Daud was inducted into the Order of Lawbringers at a young age, his father being traded a hefty sum for his relinquishment. Since then he has been a member of the Order, and has been quite successful in his life as a Lawbringer. 6 years ago, however, his partner was killed in a mission gone wrong. He's been oddly quiet and reserved since then, having changed drastically.
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Patches The Man Who Sold the World
Member
Seen
5 yrs ago
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Name:
"Gregor"
Age:
45
Brand:
Light
Weapon & Rune (if they have one):
A flintlock and blunderbuss equipped with a light rune. Because the shape and nature of the gun doesn't make much difference, he chooses to use them for style points.
Faction:
Wanderer, but makes deals with the White Teeth and the Drekka
Personality:
Gregor is a greedy, rather depraved, man who goes far for the sake of profit. However, he sees this criminal nature of his as beneficial to the lower class and the run down. Despite being a criminal who gets involved in counterfeiting, extortion, and thievery, he does have standards; he doesn't bring harm to innocent people, nor does he get involved in truly depraved things like human trafficking.
Background:
Gregor's history is largely unknown. It is known however, that he started his criminal nature since he was a young kid. stealing from the marketplace to get by, selling answers to tests while going through school, bribing teachers or students. Today, he stays in the quieter, slum districts of New Wickborough, to keep a low profile.
Blizzardofoz123 King Shit of Fuck Mountain
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Seen
7 yrs ago
Ya'll motherf#@!ers asked for character sheets, so here's a few char sheets.
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Hazel Witchbane, PhD
Age:
27
Brand:
Mist
Weapon & Rune (if they have one):
Hazel doesn't need a personal weapon, as she always has her friends and pets around. However, whenever she does have to fight,
she keeps a dagger on her person with an earth rune, for creating additions to her statuary garden.
she keeps a dagger on her person with an earth rune, for creating additions to her statuary garden.
Faction:
Hazel doesn't kowtow to any group or faction. However, she is receiving help from an enigmatic second party. She doesn't ask questions, and they provide her with bodies and revenue for her experiments. She has ties to the White Tooth as well.
Personality:
Hazel, when you meet her in the clinic, is sweet and professional. She's never without her manners and poise, and one can tell she comes from a family entrenched in old money and older blood. However, beneath the thin veneer of outside appearances she puts on, the good Dr. Everbright is a much darker person, with darker interests. If one is privvy to what she does in her private hours, she has a taste for the finer indulgences in life. Sex, alcohol, ethers, vapors to enhance and mystify the senses... but perhaps the most offputting thing about the good doctor is her odd fascination with life, death, and mortality. One might get the sense that she's a doctor not just because she enjoys preserving the miracle of life, but because she enjoys watching the slow and steady progress of death all the more.
Background:
Hazel comes from a family of merchants, traders artisans working their way up into a noble house through generations of hard work and more than a little cutthroat back alley business. Whether through legitimate channels or through illegitimate means, the everbright family has fought to ensure its future. This all came to a head of course with the onset of magic, and the birth of Hazel, first daughter and heir to the throne of the Everbright fortune. Of course, trusting the girl to nannies and her schoolteachers, her parents scarcely heard or cared about her interests and the odd happenings that surrounded her childhood. Dead neighborhood pets, rituals in blood in the girls room, none ever tied to her because of her status, but there were doubts... rumors. When the girl came of age, she was the only one in her family to survive the sudden pox that descended on the Everbright house. Most assumed it was a wizard that had constructed a plague, a disease meant to eradicate the criminal house that had slighted him... none suspected the young girl, the only survivor, to be the one that offed her family. Now set with a mansion in the capital, a fortune to spend on whatever it is her dark heart wants, and nothing but time. Perhaps one day someone will stop her, but until then, dark happenings will continue to haunt the nights of New Wickbourough.
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Generally, she's a villain character.
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Name:
Kordan Dirkwood, or Rocketman, if you're one of New Wicksborough's lowlives
Age:
23
Brand:
Kordan got his storm brand at the young age of 13, and promptly used it to disastrous effect. He's also recently acquired a second Brand from a young amalgamate. It allows him to control constructs of living fire.
Weapon & Rune (if they have one):
Kordan doesn't use a weapon as one would traditionally would. Instead, he's got a suit of integrated armor, with a plethora of storm runes around, with most of his offensive and defensive capabilities fueled by twin cannisters of liquid lightning on his back.
Faction:
Kordan obviously has ties to the Universal Machine. He has contacts inside that help to supply him with technology for his various nightly misadventures
Personality:
Explosive, Brash, Charismatic and Altruistic are all words that can describe Kordan. Kordan's a free spirited vigilante that takes the law into his own hands, and he does so by fulfilling his pyromantic fantasies. By day, he's a free spirited youth exploiting his father's fortune for personal frivolity and power, proprietor of a chain of hotels that keep his pockets lined with money. By night,
however, Kordan is a fiery spirit of vengeance that goes after those who would prey on the weak and exploited. He's more interested in fulfilling his own fantasies than justice, but that doesn't matter if you're one of Kokotha's worst. The Vigilante known as Rocketman is famous for a high profile string of murders, arsons, and disfigurement of many of Kokotha's underground establishments, targeting smugglers and mob members specifically. To those he would protect, Kordan is a saint. To those he would destroy, a demon. Best to find a side.
however, Kordan is a fiery spirit of vengeance that goes after those who would prey on the weak and exploited. He's more interested in fulfilling his own fantasies than justice, but that doesn't matter if you're one of Kokotha's worst. The Vigilante known as Rocketman is famous for a high profile string of murders, arsons, and disfigurement of many of Kokotha's underground establishments, targeting smugglers and mob members specifically. To those he would protect, Kordan is a saint. To those he would destroy, a demon. Best to find a side.
Background:
Kordan is a serial arsonist. He's a pyromaniac with a strong urge to light shit on fire. Being a noble's son, this didn't go well. After setting the family house on fire, he vowed to turn his curse into a blessing. Using the family fortune, he bought a few hotels and left those on autopilot, and then used his money to make his crimefighting rig. As he's a magic user ala the kokotha campaign, he wanted to use it for good. Thus, he became a vigilante, hunting down smugglers, mafia, gangsters, and setting them and their hideouts on all of the fire. He would have killed Gregor had he not lost that fight Patches, which is why I had him lose. In his mind, he's doing a good thing, and for the crimerate he is, burning out the scum and corruption in his city. But he is very much a pyromaniac vigilante who frequently lights buildings and people on fire just to do it so he can watch. If the crime rate ever drops to nothing in new Wickborough, he'd have to move cities, or else he'd just start causing random fires because he needs to.
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Anything that doesn't fit into the other categories, maybe a fun fact about them.
Yomojo The Man with the Plan
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1 yr ago
Name:
Lucille "Morphling" Barlow
Age:
20
Brand:
Body
Weapon & Rune (if they have one):
A pair of bracers, each engraved with stone runes. Most commonly used to create swords, shields and other weapons, and infrequently to coat fists in stone. A moderately advanced semi-auto blowback-type sidearm pistol. Knows how to use a Wickborough Sweeper (tommy gun) if she needs to. Also pet amalgamate cat.
Faction:
The White Tooth Men
Personality:
Light-hearted and playful, Lucy often comes off as young and naive. Her year working for the White Tooth Men has given her enough lessons, however, that when times get tough, she becomes intense, focused and sometimes even frighteningly savage. In normal life, however, she never takes anything too seriously, and enjoys hamming it up with stereotypical mafioso behaviors and making fun of "edgy" people.
Background:
Born to a quiet fishing family in Livenia, Lucy's early life was quite boring. Never a big fan of going out on the boats to catch fish, she spent a lot of time with books, reading about fantastical tales of powerful casters, and their grand adventures in distant countries. When the age of 16 came and went without a brand appearing on her, Lucy sadly resigned herself to a mediocre, meaningless life among simple fishers.
You could imagine her joy, then, when at the age of 18, she woke up in the middle of the night to find a symbol slowly burning its way onto her forearm. Despite her uncontainable excitement, however, her parents would not consent to their little baby girl setting off on her own to the strange, dangerous city of New Wickborough. Not willing to give up, Lucy spent the next year pestering her parents, while secretly learning as much as she could about the city and planning her escape. The day before her 19th birthday, she used her newly acquired powers to leave like a bandit in the night, setting off on the fairy to the country of Kokotha. After making her way to the capitol, she wandered around for a while, just taking in the sights, before making her way to The Grapevine, a place she had heard was the go-to place for casters wanting to have a good time, which was, in fact, the precise thing she did want.
A series of meet-and-greets later, she was "invited" (in the way that it's not really optional) into one of the backrooms. One of the recruiters for the White Tooth Men had caught the scent of
potential, and offered Lucy a job. Seeing the chance to become one of the great swashbuckling casters she had idolized as a kid, she very quickly agreed. For the first while, there was a lot of learning involved. Learning who the White Tooth Men were and what they did, learning how to harness and properly use the brand she had been gifted with, learning the way of things around New Wickborough, and probably most importantly, learning how to survive in the hectic, ever-changing city. Showing great enthusiasm and impressive magical ability, she slowly rose from the lower-end grunt jobs to actually going out on missions. She now owns a small flat in the city, and has earned a bit of a name for herself amongst the White Tooth Men. That name being “Morphling”, a codename earned amongst the mafia due to the preferred use her body rune, shaping her body and limbs at will.
You could imagine her joy, then, when at the age of 18, she woke up in the middle of the night to find a symbol slowly burning its way onto her forearm. Despite her uncontainable excitement, however, her parents would not consent to their little baby girl setting off on her own to the strange, dangerous city of New Wickborough. Not willing to give up, Lucy spent the next year pestering her parents, while secretly learning as much as she could about the city and planning her escape. The day before her 19th birthday, she used her newly acquired powers to leave like a bandit in the night, setting off on the fairy to the country of Kokotha. After making her way to the capitol, she wandered around for a while, just taking in the sights, before making her way to The Grapevine, a place she had heard was the go-to place for casters wanting to have a good time, which was, in fact, the precise thing she did want.
A series of meet-and-greets later, she was "invited" (in the way that it's not really optional) into one of the backrooms. One of the recruiters for the White Tooth Men had caught the scent of
potential, and offered Lucy a job. Seeing the chance to become one of the great swashbuckling casters she had idolized as a kid, she very quickly agreed. For the first while, there was a lot of learning involved. Learning who the White Tooth Men were and what they did, learning how to harness and properly use the brand she had been gifted with, learning the way of things around New Wickborough, and probably most importantly, learning how to survive in the hectic, ever-changing city. Showing great enthusiasm and impressive magical ability, she slowly rose from the lower-end grunt jobs to actually going out on missions. She now owns a small flat in the city, and has earned a bit of a name for herself amongst the White Tooth Men. That name being “Morphling”, a codename earned amongst the mafia due to the preferred use her body rune, shaping her body and limbs at will.
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Lucy is fascinated by the stories she's read of Epitania, and the tribes that live there. From these tales, she has developed the unorthodox view that Amalgamates aren't as bad as everyone makes them out to be, and has a grim fascination with them. This doesn't mean she is ignorant to the inherent danger present in over-using magic, however.
A couple months after she moved to New Wickborough, she was taking a late stroll through the city, admiring the sights, and decided to take a peek into a dark alley, her curiosity trumping her still underdeveloped common sense. As should be of little surprise, she was jumped by a group of rough-looking men holding knives. Surprised and outnumbered, it wasn't long before things were looking really bad for Lucy. In a moment of pure panic, she called upon the power of her rune in a way she never had before, too panicked to care what magics manifested, so long as they allowed her to not die in this dark alley. A confusing whirlwind of action later and she found herself looking from a slightly higher vantage point than she was used to, out of more eyes than she knew how to use, upon a grisly scene. Blood everywhere, broken bones and viscera laid out on the ground. Catching a glimpse of herself in a nearby puddle, she would most likely have vomited if her biology would still allow it. There was too much of everything; eyes, mouths, arms, legs, even a tiny, malformed second head. The only thought that prevented her from going into full-blown panic was the lessons she remembered from her magic teacher from the White Tooth Men. In that moment of clarity, she realized how close she was to becoming an amalgamate. Deep breaths, thinking exercises, drawing back her powers and making sure not to panic, she eventually returned to normal a good 5 minutes later. After that, she spent another good half-hour just sitting there in her ruined clothes, curled up in a foetal position and crying. Despite the impact it had on her, she has never told anyone about this event, worrying what other people might think of her if she revealed how close to the edge she had come.
Lucy found her pet cat, Sebastian, as a street cat living in New Wickbrough, and recognized its abilities as soon as she first saw him. Through their shared body rune, and compatible personalities, the two became fast friends. A couple of months after the event in the dark alley, Seb went missing one night. Concerned for his safety, Lucy went out to search for him at some of his frequent haunts. Late into the night she came across a sadly familiar scene. It was almost identical to that fateful alley encounter, with two main differences. It was smaller in scale, and Seb had not been as successful in controlling his magics. Looking sadly upon her now-deformed pet, Lucy decided to try and make the best of a bad situation. She had been secretly practicing Manipulation magic for a while now, and through a combination of her limited knowledge and her previous bond with the cat, was able to gain control over the cat-turned-amalgamate. It took a while, but Lucy managed to learn to love Seb like she did before, even in his new form. Needless to say, her success in controlling an amalgamate, even one so small, and even her close brush with transformation herself, has only served to whet her interest in the strange half-being-half-magic monstrosities, and the tales of the Tribes of Epitania that control and use them.
A couple months after she moved to New Wickborough, she was taking a late stroll through the city, admiring the sights, and decided to take a peek into a dark alley, her curiosity trumping her still underdeveloped common sense. As should be of little surprise, she was jumped by a group of rough-looking men holding knives. Surprised and outnumbered, it wasn't long before things were looking really bad for Lucy. In a moment of pure panic, she called upon the power of her rune in a way she never had before, too panicked to care what magics manifested, so long as they allowed her to not die in this dark alley. A confusing whirlwind of action later and she found herself looking from a slightly higher vantage point than she was used to, out of more eyes than she knew how to use, upon a grisly scene. Blood everywhere, broken bones and viscera laid out on the ground. Catching a glimpse of herself in a nearby puddle, she would most likely have vomited if her biology would still allow it. There was too much of everything; eyes, mouths, arms, legs, even a tiny, malformed second head. The only thought that prevented her from going into full-blown panic was the lessons she remembered from her magic teacher from the White Tooth Men. In that moment of clarity, she realized how close she was to becoming an amalgamate. Deep breaths, thinking exercises, drawing back her powers and making sure not to panic, she eventually returned to normal a good 5 minutes later. After that, she spent another good half-hour just sitting there in her ruined clothes, curled up in a foetal position and crying. Despite the impact it had on her, she has never told anyone about this event, worrying what other people might think of her if she revealed how close to the edge she had come.
Lucy found her pet cat, Sebastian, as a street cat living in New Wickbrough, and recognized its abilities as soon as she first saw him. Through their shared body rune, and compatible personalities, the two became fast friends. A couple of months after the event in the dark alley, Seb went missing one night. Concerned for his safety, Lucy went out to search for him at some of his frequent haunts. Late into the night she came across a sadly familiar scene. It was almost identical to that fateful alley encounter, with two main differences. It was smaller in scale, and Seb had not been as successful in controlling his magics. Looking sadly upon her now-deformed pet, Lucy decided to try and make the best of a bad situation. She had been secretly practicing Manipulation magic for a while now, and through a combination of her limited knowledge and her previous bond with the cat, was able to gain control over the cat-turned-amalgamate. It took a while, but Lucy managed to learn to love Seb like she did before, even in his new form. Needless to say, her success in controlling an amalgamate, even one so small, and even her close brush with transformation herself, has only served to whet her interest in the strange half-being-half-magic monstrosities, and the tales of the Tribes of Epitania that control and use them.
Appearance
Name:
Heathestiara (Heather) Navarrosa
Age:
26
Brand:
Mist
Weapon & Rune (if they have one):
A standard, non-magical pistol
Faction:
The White Tooth Men
Personality:
Often cheerful and bubbly, Heather lives to be of use to other people through medicine and healing. She's always happy to help those in need, and is very generous with both her time and abilities. However, her true passion is as an apothecary, brewing potions that she can sell to people for use when they need it.
Background:
Being born to a pair of Kokothan Immigrants from the South, she grew up in the city of New Wickborough. Both of her parents were factory workers, so they were only home some of the time, leaving Heather to her own devices for the majority of her childhood. It was during this time that she began to grow a massive wanderlust, leading her to often leave the safety of her home in search of adventure around the city. When she was around 13, her magical powers first began to manifest, however she refused to be trained in the art - instead she taught herself, practicing the effects of her powers on insects at first, but as her powers grew she moved onto animals such as stray cats and dogs, often trying to heal them... but also putting some out of their misery. When she became an adult, she opened up her own private clinic in a poorer district of the city, eventually turning it into an apothecary as well once she took up Brewing. After a couple of years of running her shop, one night it was broken into as she was closing it for the day by a bunch of hoodlums looking to steal the day's earnings. It was at this time that she first got involved in the White Tooth Men's dealings. As she screamed for help, a member of the White Tooth Men came to her aide, scaring off the petty criminals. Having helped one of them in the past unknowingly, they offered to help her out whenever she needed it.
Appearance
Name:
Jenso Juuno
Age:
24
Brand:
Body, on his left wrist. It increases his durability and great strength. It also allows him to move twice as fast than a normal human being.
Weapon & Rune (if they have one):
No weapons, but he wears a pendant with a Mist rune within under his shirt. He usually uses it to cast flames rather than anything else, though. He is not as experienced with it as he is with his body rune, however. He is very skilled in hand-to-hand combat.
Faction:
Wanderer
Personality:
Jenso is a cheerful and brave person, who is willing to do everything he can to protect and help innocent people. He enjoys traveling and running into new adventures. He is not one to pick a fight with people, but he won't run from conflict. He enjoys a good fight every now and then. He can get extremely serious when the situation he's in is tense, unlike his usual carefree-seeming demeanor.
Background:
Jenso had spend most of his life living in Kokotha, in his poorly managed house. He wanders about from place to place within the large country, doing his best to get stronger while helping those in need. He remains vigilant about his surroundings, however. Despite some of his good deeds, some have judged him for acting recklessly with his magic. Jenso does whatever he wants however, doing his best not to anger people that he does not wish to harm.
Other:
He has a backpack with him, which holds some food supplies while he's on the road.
~Appearance~
Mikey is relatively well built, considering his roots as a fisherman. Although he's lost some of his muscle mass, considering how long he's spent away from the hard-knock life of the sea, he's still very fit, despite his unimposing height of 5'9''. Mikey usually changes up his clothing from day to day, like any normal person, but prefers an assortment of cargo pants, because, well, pockets. His shirts vary from dirty cotton, to dirtier linen, littered with tears and poor patchwork. He has a single water-proof trench coat for travel, for the sole reason of, again, pockets. He really likes pockets, and often sews them onto all of his clothes, assuming that they're not already littered with pockets. Pockets are USEFUL!
He wears very ragged black shoes, that have been patched and cobbled more times than he can imagine. They were a gift from his father, and he refuses to throw them out, dedicating a fair amount of his funds to local cobblers so that they remain in tip-top condition at all times. Well, and tip-top as a pair of 10 year old work shoes can get, anyways.
As far as his facial features go, nothing really stands out. He has loose, oily black hair that hangs just above his shoulders, occasionally cutting it short to keep it from intruding on his vision. His eyes are nearly Silver, and his jawline is rounded. Nothing special to look at, but he was never too obsessed with his appearance.
~Name~
Michael Kelthas
(Mikey)
~Age~
23
~Brand~
None
~Weapon~
Four rings, infused with liquid runes. He wears two on each hand, as a reminder of his family's heritage. His grand hope is to one day gain mastery over their magical runes, and use them as his family had.
~Faction~
Wanderer
~Personality~
Mikey is boisterous, excitable, and curious about the mysteries of the world. He has a habit of speaking out of turn, but it well aware of his nature, trying his best to keep his excitement under control, albeit to very little success. Despite his above average intellect, and attention to detail, Mikey has had absolutely nothing to contribute to the recent economical/technological boom, and has no plans to further himself in the studies of science and technology. Instead, he focuses on the aspects of Yim, Liquid in particular, and how far into the realm he can dive.
Mikey spends his time in a studious environment, furthering his own knowledge on his own. Unlike most who study Yim, Mikey does not have a Brand, and has made it his goal to artificially imprint himself with Liquid Yim, despite the risks that go along with it. This makes him an absent minded at times, but only when he's at home, rummaging through his notes, which is, surprisingly, not all that often.
Around others, Mikey is social, polite, and not very judgemental. Despite all of that, he is constantly keeping track of as many fine details as he can about those he comes across. It's how he chooses who he can trust, and who he should distance himself from. It's rather difficult to tell, since he keeps him intentions and motivations a closely guarded secret.
~Background~
Mikey grew up in the Golden archipelago of Kokotha with his family, humble fishers who made their living... Well, fishing! Fishing using family relics known as 'Dive rings' that allowed them to scoop large globs of water from the ocean depths. It made their practice as casters relatively simply, and they were unwilling to share the secrets of their family heirlooms. Despite that, nothing of interest took place over the ocean's surface, nothing Mikey was privy to, anyways. Unlike his family, he had not developed a Brand, and could not be allowed out to the deepest regions of the ocean. It was at a very young age that he had decided that the fisher's life was not for him. Using his vast intellect, knowledge of the sea, and understanding of his family's Diver rings, he set out of his own at the age of 19 to find his meaning in life, with four dive rings in tow, and several books on the study of Liquid Yim.
Over the years, Mikey learned the intricacies of his family's magic through their notes. Even more, he began theorising the potentials of liquid Yim, despite his own inability to use magic. Despite all of his efforts, he was never able to sprout his brand. The lack thereof only made Mikey more determined to uncover the secrets of Yim though, prompting him to further his studies into the realm of magic with only the knowledge he could find in any texts at his disposal.
Mikey now lives on his own, scavenging the money he needs to continue his research through odd-jobs wherever he can. His goal is to brand himself through artificial means, unlocking the limitations of magic so that he can share it with the entire world. Even if that meant searching out an amalgamate, and stealing its power for his own use.
~Other~
Mikey uses a unique form of martial arts that he created himself. He calls it 'dance-fighting' and it's pretty damn effective at keeping people from hitting him. It also takes into account the plausibility of enhancing his movements with water, assuming he ever gains the ability to do so.
Mikey's favourite food is fish.
Mikey is relatively well built, considering his roots as a fisherman. Although he's lost some of his muscle mass, considering how long he's spent away from the hard-knock life of the sea, he's still very fit, despite his unimposing height of 5'9''. Mikey usually changes up his clothing from day to day, like any normal person, but prefers an assortment of cargo pants, because, well, pockets. His shirts vary from dirty cotton, to dirtier linen, littered with tears and poor patchwork. He has a single water-proof trench coat for travel, for the sole reason of, again, pockets. He really likes pockets, and often sews them onto all of his clothes, assuming that they're not already littered with pockets. Pockets are USEFUL!
He wears very ragged black shoes, that have been patched and cobbled more times than he can imagine. They were a gift from his father, and he refuses to throw them out, dedicating a fair amount of his funds to local cobblers so that they remain in tip-top condition at all times. Well, and tip-top as a pair of 10 year old work shoes can get, anyways.
As far as his facial features go, nothing really stands out. He has loose, oily black hair that hangs just above his shoulders, occasionally cutting it short to keep it from intruding on his vision. His eyes are nearly Silver, and his jawline is rounded. Nothing special to look at, but he was never too obsessed with his appearance.
~Name~
Michael Kelthas
(Mikey)
~Age~
23
~Brand~
None
~Weapon~
Four rings, infused with liquid runes. He wears two on each hand, as a reminder of his family's heritage. His grand hope is to one day gain mastery over their magical runes, and use them as his family had.
~Faction~
Wanderer
~Personality~
Mikey is boisterous, excitable, and curious about the mysteries of the world. He has a habit of speaking out of turn, but it well aware of his nature, trying his best to keep his excitement under control, albeit to very little success. Despite his above average intellect, and attention to detail, Mikey has had absolutely nothing to contribute to the recent economical/technological boom, and has no plans to further himself in the studies of science and technology. Instead, he focuses on the aspects of Yim, Liquid in particular, and how far into the realm he can dive.
Mikey spends his time in a studious environment, furthering his own knowledge on his own. Unlike most who study Yim, Mikey does not have a Brand, and has made it his goal to artificially imprint himself with Liquid Yim, despite the risks that go along with it. This makes him an absent minded at times, but only when he's at home, rummaging through his notes, which is, surprisingly, not all that often.
Around others, Mikey is social, polite, and not very judgemental. Despite all of that, he is constantly keeping track of as many fine details as he can about those he comes across. It's how he chooses who he can trust, and who he should distance himself from. It's rather difficult to tell, since he keeps him intentions and motivations a closely guarded secret.
~Background~
Mikey grew up in the Golden archipelago of Kokotha with his family, humble fishers who made their living... Well, fishing! Fishing using family relics known as 'Dive rings' that allowed them to scoop large globs of water from the ocean depths. It made their practice as casters relatively simply, and they were unwilling to share the secrets of their family heirlooms. Despite that, nothing of interest took place over the ocean's surface, nothing Mikey was privy to, anyways. Unlike his family, he had not developed a Brand, and could not be allowed out to the deepest regions of the ocean. It was at a very young age that he had decided that the fisher's life was not for him. Using his vast intellect, knowledge of the sea, and understanding of his family's Diver rings, he set out of his own at the age of 19 to find his meaning in life, with four dive rings in tow, and several books on the study of Liquid Yim.
Over the years, Mikey learned the intricacies of his family's magic through their notes. Even more, he began theorising the potentials of liquid Yim, despite his own inability to use magic. Despite all of his efforts, he was never able to sprout his brand. The lack thereof only made Mikey more determined to uncover the secrets of Yim though, prompting him to further his studies into the realm of magic with only the knowledge he could find in any texts at his disposal.
Mikey now lives on his own, scavenging the money he needs to continue his research through odd-jobs wherever he can. His goal is to brand himself through artificial means, unlocking the limitations of magic so that he can share it with the entire world. Even if that meant searching out an amalgamate, and stealing its power for his own use.
~Other~
Mikey uses a unique form of martial arts that he created himself. He calls it 'dance-fighting' and it's pretty damn effective at keeping people from hitting him. It also takes into account the plausibility of enhancing his movements with water, assuming he ever gains the ability to do so.
Mikey's favourite food is fish.
Ember Storm The Prince Himself
Member
Seen
7 yrs ago
Name:
Age:
Brand:
Weapon and Rune:
Faction:
Personality:
Background:
Other:
"Poacher Harfang deNeige
Age:
Late forties to early fifties
Brand:
Light. He also has a brand gained from an Amalgamate that allows him to throw his voice in different ways.
Weapon and Rune:
“Old Moonlight”, a weapon that at first appears to be a dagger in a spring loaded clamshell sheath that becomes an oversized cross guard for the small knife. In actuality, Old Moonlight is designed to work with Harfang’s Light brand, becoming a large and exaggerated greatsword of hard light capable of throwing arcs of light out to around fifteen feet from the path of its swing. Due to its construction of mostly light, Old Moonlight is easy to wield in a single hand even though it is a large greatsword.
“Avelyn”, a special crossbow. Avelyn is unique for essentially being three crossbows in one. Avelyn has two runes applied to it: Stone and Storm. Stone allows Harfang to load it with an endless supply of bolts, and Storm allows it to do three things. First, the Storm rune allows Avelyn to automatically draw all three strings. Second, it allows all three strings to fire upon trigger pull, and third, it imbues the quarrels with lightning, allowing for heavier than normal damage.
A small shield, rarely seen, that at first appears to be not unlike the spokes of a carriage wheel. Harfang uses his light rune to form hard light sections in between the “spokes”, and also to fling small discs of light out to about fifteen feet if need be.
A longbow, also rarely seen (as Harfang prefers shorter range engagements), that he fires beams of hard light from in place of arrows.
Faction:
Ex-Harvestman, now operates as a freelance "bounty hunter."
Personality:
Harfang is cocky, rude, and insulting to most everyone, friend and foe alike. He sees much of his occupation as a game and enjoys toying with his prey for the “thrill.” It is truly unfortunate, then, that he sees no difference between human and Amalgamate prey, hunting whatever he’s paid to with extreme skill, attempting to cause as much fear in his prey as possible.
Background:
Once a member of the Harvestmen, Harfang was exiled from the faction thanks to his “overly enthusiastic” approaches to hunts, putting his fellow Harvestmen in danger due to a disregard for their well-being. Only one thing really matters to Harfang beyond himself: the successful end to his hunts, be they to kill or just spook his prey.
Other:
Harfang seldom uses his light magic to make anything other than his weapons. However, that isn’t to say that he can only use his brand in conjunction with his weapons. He focuses on short to mid-range engagements, rarely actually engaging in melee but keeping his prey on a short leash. Harfang is highly intelligent, and his preferred method of attack tends to reflect both his versatility and the tactical mind he has, despite how utterly unhinged he could rightfully be considered.
Dialogue colour
Afro Samurai Like a Raisin in the Sun
Member
Seen
1 yr ago
Name:
Mazone (mah-ZON] Tetu (Teh-Two)
Age:
31.
Brand:
Body
Weapon & Rune (if they have one): An Estoc with a lightning rune and a rapier sword with a myst rune. A dagger tucked into one side of his coat; an arming sword tucked into the suspenders beneath his coat.
Faction:
Wanderer.
Personality:
Suave. A true gentlemen of old Aristocracy but modern flavor. He is charming as his smile is bright and wide, and his hair is impeccable.
Background:
- Trained from a boy as a swordsman by his military father.
- Moved up the social ladder as his father became a lieutenant general and later a general in the army.
- Spent decent amount of time around nobility.
- Rune appears when he hits puberty.
- Studies runes and runic magic in general to learn what this newfound insignia is.
- Begins training his rune powers at 16.
- Trained with some of the finest swordsman in the land as a teenager and young adult.
- Forsook status and became a wandering bladesman.
- Disowned by father.
- Seeks to begin new life in Kokotha.
Other: Is never sloppy, always adorned in fine clothes (though flamboyant).
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Member
Seen
7 yrs ago
Name:
Age:
Brand:
Weapon and Rune:
Faction:
Personality:
Background:
Other:
Auraek
Age:
Around three
Brand:
Mist. It grows in as a black patch on his chest.
Weapon and Rune:
Teeth and claws, but no runes.
Faction:
League of Animals Who Fight Bad Guys?
Personality:
Inquisitive and fearless, Auraek tends to follow around beings that interest him without actively taking part in their affairs. He acts just as much on instinct as intelligence, however, and many a person who notices and tries to interact with him in a way he doesn’t appreciate ends up getting a flurry of teeth, claws, and fire up their pantleg. Somehow, he has developed some morals, and he has in the past assisted others with problems, although he tends to do it behind the scenes. Auraek’s small size and species makes him perfect for espionage and surveillance. After all, who would suspect a ferret?
He enjoys roasted meat, preferring birds.
He enjoys roasted meat, preferring birds.
Background:
Auraek doesn’t remember much before he got his Brand. It was really just a flurry of sights, smells, and instincts. However, upon receiving it, he began to instinctively use fire to hunt and defend himself from his hunters. Nowadays, he hides amongst the feral animal population of Kokotha, grabbing what food he can and keeping himself busy. His animal instincts tell him that something big might be happening soon, and he therefore is attempting in his own way to figure out what he can do with this gut feeling of his.
Other:
He’s a ferret.
~Appearance~
~Name~
Nino
~Age~
7 (48 in cat years)
~Brand~
Body
~Weapon & Rune~
Nino has a collar imprinted with two Storm runes. Nino uses this collar to speak, making his life pretty miserable if he doesn't have access to a cat-friendly accessory with storm runes imprinted into them.
~Faction~
Stray Cat (Tabby)
~Personality~
Nino is curious, as any other Cat would be, and has very little understanding for the world around him. But tries his best not to intrude on the lives of others. When interacting with humans, he rarely lets on that he can speak, but will not hesitate to audibly defend himself from caring individuals that are desperate to pull him off the streets and give him a loving home. Nino only has one master, and that person died a long time ago. He'll never be somebody's house cat, and resents the idea of being treated like a cute harmless kitty.
When speaking, Nino is as dignified as he can manage with his limited understanding of the human language. That being said, he doesn't have much trouble conversing with humans, but will occasionally fail to pinpoint common social trends such as sarcasm, metaphors, and analogies. He's far too literal, and his lexicon is not as vast as his behaviour would suggest. He's also very easy to win over with food, for a short period of time, anyways. Despite his attitude, he's still a cat.
~Background~
Nino was a common house cat owned by an old magical scholar who's name has been lost to the times. Even he, with his above average catlike memory cannot, for the love of fish, remember what his master's name was. At any rate, Nino was special. Through experimental breeding of common tabbies with the feline species found in the wilds of Kokotha, Nino was born, and achieved a Brand at the age of 3, to his master's astonishment. That's about as far back as he can remember himself, being a cat that gained above average intelligence long after he was born. Every memory before that occurrence was blurry, and unintelligible, like he had woken up from a pleasant dream. Now thinking back, all Nino has to offer are the mice in his head.
His master constructed a collar laced with storm runes, hoping that the feline would be intelligent enough to use their power to allow speech. It wasn't successful. Not at first, anyways. Nino knew what he had to do, but he didn't know how. His understanding of the two-legged language was not very advanced, and it took quite some time before his master could even command him as if Nino were a child.
Unfortunately, Nino's master never got the chance to hear his voice. He passed away at the ripe old age of 67, a victim of cancer. Without a second thought, Nino left his Master's house, with the collar in tow, uttering his first word in a scratchy, worn voice that sounded just like the man who cared for him. "S...Sad.."
Now, Nino wanders Kokotha, studying the way of the people that live peacefully while trying his best not to get run over or stepped on. Fortunately humans are very friendly to cats, most of the time. Especially hyper intelligent cats with abnormal physical capabilities.
~Other~
~Name~
Nino
~Age~
7 (48 in cat years)
~Brand~
Body
~Weapon & Rune~
Nino has a collar imprinted with two Storm runes. Nino uses this collar to speak, making his life pretty miserable if he doesn't have access to a cat-friendly accessory with storm runes imprinted into them.
~Faction~
Stray Cat (Tabby)
~Personality~
Nino is curious, as any other Cat would be, and has very little understanding for the world around him. But tries his best not to intrude on the lives of others. When interacting with humans, he rarely lets on that he can speak, but will not hesitate to audibly defend himself from caring individuals that are desperate to pull him off the streets and give him a loving home. Nino only has one master, and that person died a long time ago. He'll never be somebody's house cat, and resents the idea of being treated like a cute harmless kitty.
When speaking, Nino is as dignified as he can manage with his limited understanding of the human language. That being said, he doesn't have much trouble conversing with humans, but will occasionally fail to pinpoint common social trends such as sarcasm, metaphors, and analogies. He's far too literal, and his lexicon is not as vast as his behaviour would suggest. He's also very easy to win over with food, for a short period of time, anyways. Despite his attitude, he's still a cat.
~Background~
Nino was a common house cat owned by an old magical scholar who's name has been lost to the times. Even he, with his above average catlike memory cannot, for the love of fish, remember what his master's name was. At any rate, Nino was special. Through experimental breeding of common tabbies with the feline species found in the wilds of Kokotha, Nino was born, and achieved a Brand at the age of 3, to his master's astonishment. That's about as far back as he can remember himself, being a cat that gained above average intelligence long after he was born. Every memory before that occurrence was blurry, and unintelligible, like he had woken up from a pleasant dream. Now thinking back, all Nino has to offer are the mice in his head.
His master constructed a collar laced with storm runes, hoping that the feline would be intelligent enough to use their power to allow speech. It wasn't successful. Not at first, anyways. Nino knew what he had to do, but he didn't know how. His understanding of the two-legged language was not very advanced, and it took quite some time before his master could even command him as if Nino were a child.
Unfortunately, Nino's master never got the chance to hear his voice. He passed away at the ripe old age of 67, a victim of cancer. Without a second thought, Nino left his Master's house, with the collar in tow, uttering his first word in a scratchy, worn voice that sounded just like the man who cared for him. "S...Sad.."
Now, Nino wanders Kokotha, studying the way of the people that live peacefully while trying his best not to get run over or stepped on. Fortunately humans are very friendly to cats, most of the time. Especially hyper intelligent cats with abnormal physical capabilities.
~Other~
Appearance
Name:
Avelline Vesterod
Age:
19
Brand:
Body
Weapon & Rune (if they have one):
Her body.
Faction:
The Children of Kodo'Yim
Personality:
A seemingly innocent, mild-mannered girl, Avelline is actually devoted to the Children's goals, in support of them making the world into a mage's paradise, and cleansing it from the filth of non-casters. She is very proud of her heritage, and isn't afraid to let others know.
Background:
Raised by a family of... eccentrics, Avelline was destined to have a very strange life ahead of her. Born healthily, she suffered very little hardship throughout most of her life. Her parents were both artists, both obsessed with surrealist topics. Their art mostly consisted of nightmarish dream-realms of twisted and unnatural flesh and horrid, gory messes. Despite this, they were rather well-adjusted,
even if their paintings weren't very popular. As Avelline grew up, she attempted to take up painting multiple times, but was never able to stay interested. It was at age 15 that her Brand first manifested, and with it, a morbid interest in her own body began to fester in her own mind. Being able to fashion her own body into anything she wished fascinated her, and she began to find an artistic value in it.
Due to this, she ended up quickly becoming extremely skilled at bizarre uses of her magic. At age 18, she was recruited by the Children,
who offered her a world where her art could be appreciated and used practically. A world where magic reigned supreme.
even if their paintings weren't very popular. As Avelline grew up, she attempted to take up painting multiple times, but was never able to stay interested. It was at age 15 that her Brand first manifested, and with it, a morbid interest in her own body began to fester in her own mind. Being able to fashion her own body into anything she wished fascinated her, and she began to find an artistic value in it.
Due to this, she ended up quickly becoming extremely skilled at bizarre uses of her magic. At age 18, she was recruited by the Children,
who offered her a world where her art could be appreciated and used practically. A world where magic reigned supreme.
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