[OOC] Blue Fog - A Survival and Society Building Game

[Kazemitsu]

Blah, can't think of a character now D:

[Lurking Shadow]

Blah, can't think of a character now D:

@Kazemitsu

What were you thinking initially?

And I transferred my CS over adding a small section for further background under the hider labeled 'terms'. Just to provide some general info on the organizations mentioned in Aleksander's Bio if anyone is interested.

[Kazemitsu]

Pretty much 90% of what dragonmancer did. Big beefy dragon guy only not primitive mindset and would have been a smith and stoneworker. XD @Lurking Shadow

[Lurking Shadow]

@Kazemitsu Well, hopefully you had an alternative idea. Maybe more of a classical European wyvern that breaths fire and such.

[Kazemitsu]

I wouldn't wanna make a character similar to theirs o3o I just remembered I have another character that could possibly pop in...

[Kazemitsu]

Hider

Name: Rafael

Age: Unknown, lost track.

Gender: Male

Race: Was once human, now a Mutant.

Appearance:


Standing at six feet and five inches, Rafael is a pretty intimidating sight. He has a heavy build, although no one knows whether he just shapes himself that way or if that's how he naturally looks. His chitin is a matte black color with the occasional glowing red spot. The only eye visible is a pure white that has a dim glow to it.

Personality:
Rafael is a fairly calm individual, keeping his cool in most situations. This is mostly so the mutating virus within his body doesn't change him even more. Although once he does lose his temper it's best to just hide until he calms down because he grows incredibly violent much like the mythical berserkers. He tends to keep to himself as well, large crowds don't mesh well with him. Paranoia was his 'friend', due to being an experiment he was always looking over his shoulder for the next bounty hunter. Luckily he was very empathetic, able to read other peoples emotions easily to see whether they intended harm or not.

Biography:
Rafael honestly doesn't really remember much of what he was doing before he showed up in this weird plain of grass. He can vaguely recall that he had just finished with a skirmish when it felt like something hit him from behind. A white flash, either from whatever pulled him here or him falling unconscious, and he woke up to the feel of soft grass on his face. Hell he hadn't seen grass in years and he toyed with it for a bit before looking to the people around him. They were looking at the wall with the single opening. So off he went to go explore, since what else was there to do? He'd get hungry eventually and he doubted the people would like it if he ate them.

Class: Juggernaut


Gift:
Boosted Regeneration: Rafael naturally had regeneration but upon arriving in this world he noticed it was faster. Bones healed in a couple days, flesh wounds and smaller in minutes to hours depending on the severity. Less than a week for a limb to grow back instead of a month or more.

Natural Powers:

• Adaptive Weaponry: His weapons are a part of him. Fingers turning into long claws. His whole arm turning into a bladed whip with a range of fifteen feet. Whatever weapon suits the enemy at hand.
• Acidic Blood: Less of a power and more a 'miracle' of science. His blood is a highly corrosive compound that burns and melts everything but glass. A good "got ya" capability when in melee combat.
• Spawn: There are mouths in his hands that can lay a pair of eggs. They mature in seconds and turn into medium sized dog-like creatures with nasty claws. They're easily killed but there's two plus their creator.

Talents:

• CQC: Rafael is at home up close and personal with his enemies. He has few ranged capabilities so he relies on hand to hand fighting.
• Photographic Memory: He's able to remember everything he sees down to the smallest detail. It was handy where he was originally from.
• Hacker: He's from a time where there's a lot of tech floating around. To get around himself he learned how to break systems. (He knows the stuff but I personally do not)
• Body Shifting: This is less a power and more of a talent since it alters nothing but physical shape. He can go from a lean build to looking like he just ate a factory of steroids. His strength and mind are unaltered, just his bodies appearance.

Weaknesses: Rafael can not stand fire, it cooks him in his own chitinous armor plating. In his own words "If we were a part of a game we would receive double the damage.". He's not to fond of cold but it doesn't hurt or kill him, it merely slows him down.

Other: Refers to himself in plurals. Such as we, us, and ours.

[Piercing Light]

Hider

Name: Rafael

Age: Unknown, lost track.

Gender: Male

Race: Was once human, now a Mutant.

Appearance:


Standing at six feet and five inches, Rafael is a pretty intimidating sight. He has a heavy build, although no one knows whether he just shapes himself that way or if that's how he naturally looks. His chitin is a matte black color with the occasional glowing red spot. The only eye visible is a pure white that has a dim glow to it.

Personality:
Rafael is a fairly calm individual, keeping his cool in most situations. This is mostly so the mutating virus within his body doesn't change him even more. Although once he does lose his temper it's best to just hide until he calms down because he grows incredibly violent much like the mythical berserkers. He tends to keep to himself as well, large crowds don't mesh well with him. Paranoia was his 'friend', due to being an experiment he was always looking over his shoulder for the next bounty hunter. Luckily he was very empathetic, able to read other peoples emotions easily to see whether they intended harm or not.

Biography:
Rafael honestly doesn't really remember much of what he was doing before he showed up in this weird plain of grass. He can vaguely recall that he had just finished with a skirmish when it felt like something hit him from behind. A white flash, either from whatever pulled him here or him falling unconscious, and he woke up to the feel of soft grass on his face. Hell he hadn't seen grass in years and he toyed with it for a bit before looking to the people around him. They were looking at the wall with the single opening. So off he went to go explore, since what else was there to do? He'd get hungry eventually and he doubted the people would like it if he ate them.

Class: Juggernaut


Gift:
Boosted Regeneration: Rafael naturally had regeneration but upon arriving in this world he noticed it was faster. Bones healed in a couple days, flesh wounds and smaller in minutes to hours depending on the severity. Less than a week for a limb to grow back instead of a month or more.

Natural Powers:

• Adaptive Weaponry: His weapons are a part of him. Fingers turning into long claws. His whole arm turning into a bladed whip with a range of fifteen feet. Whatever weapon suits the enemy at hand.
• Acidic Blood: Less of a power and more a 'miracle' of science. His blood is a highly corrosive compound that burns and melts everything but glass. A good "got ya" capability when in melee combat.
• Spawn: There are mouths in his hands that can lay a pair of eggs. They mature in seconds and turn into medium sized dog-like creatures with nasty claws. They're easily killed but there's two plus their creator.

Talents:

• CQC: Rafael is at home up close and personal with his enemies. He has few ranged capabilities so he relies on hand to hand fighting.
• Photographic Memory: He's able to remember everything he sees down to the smallest detail. It was handy where he was originally from.
• Hacker: He's from a time where there's a lot of tech floating around. To get around himself he learned how to break systems. (He knows the stuff but I personally do not)
• Body Shifting: This is less a power and more of a talent since it alters nothing but physical shape. He can go from a lean build to looking like he just ate a factory of steroids. His strength and mind are unaltered, just his bodies appearance.

Weaknesses: Rafael can not stand fire, it cooks him in his own chitinous armor plating. In his own words "If we were a part of a game we would receive double the damage.". He's not to fond of cold but it doesn't hurt or kill him, it merely slows him down.

Other: Refers to himself in plurals. Such as we, us, and ours.

@Kazemitsu

Accepted. Here's my character as well. I should be starting the RP within the next day or two.

Mable

Name: Marvelous Beloved Love (Goes by Mable)

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Race: Valiant

Appearance: First things first, you should know what a Valiant is. A Valiant is a humanoid alien race. Upon first glance the most identifiable thing one will notice is their skin, because it's blue. Next one may notice that Valiant eyes have a wide range of colors, ranging from black, blue, red, purple, green and so forth. Mable's eyes happen to be a vibrant shade of pink, which is atypical even for a Valiant. Valiant hair follicles are much thicker than human hair, about the thickness of spaghetti. I know that may give you a gross mental image, but trust me, the comparisons stop there. Valiant hair isn't sticky and wet, nor is it nearly as delicious. Mable's red hair is cut to end just above her shoulders, the thick strands subtly curvy. She likes to fashion a single bang into a braid, and tends to accent it with a bow or other hair accessories. Mable has soft facial features, with large energetic eyes, a small perky nose, smooth jaw line and round cheeks. Across her cheeks and around her nose she has a few freckles. She smiles often, revealing that she has dimples.

Mable is five feet, nine inches tall, which is actually fairly short for a Valiant. She has a lithe figure, with a slim waist and visible muscle definition.

Mable tends to wear extravagant clothing. Her position in society allows her to wear expensive colorful and frilly clothing, such as fancy blouses and sweaters, though more often than not she likes to wear something fashionable yet comfortable such as light jackets and skirts with compression shorts.

Personality: Saccharine would be a fitting word to describe Mable. She is an energetic, cheery individual. She is highly extroverted, delighting in the company of others and engaging in physical activity. You'll be hard pressed to find her in a bad mood. Even in distressing situations she finds a way to keep a positive attitude, always looking on the bright side and how to move forward. She can be pushy about making sure others feel the same way, insisting that people keep a smile on their face and will stubbornly hold to her own gleeful demeanor in spite of them.

Mable is aggressive in her endeavors, once she sets her sights on something she always intends to succeed and surpass, because of this failure can hit her hard and cause her to act recklessly to compensate. In general she's rather impulsive and spontaneous, often acting in brazen and strange ways. That's not to say Mable is an idiot, to the contrary in contrast to her bubbly personality she is pragmatic and insightful. While she may say and do outlandish things she does so with cause.

Biography: Mable was born on a distant planet where her race originates named Valor. She had a rough childhood as she didn't quite fit in with what was the norm on her home world. She was told that she'd been born wrong, as evidenced by her pink eyes. A genetic flaw was what she'd heard people call it, something that would make her a troublemaker. She often got in spats with other kids, and often she would get hurt. Regardless, she always kept her head held up and strove to do her best in spite of what others thought. People wanted her to settle down and find a soulmate like everyone else, but unlike others she never felt that desire. She just wanted to enjoy her life on her own terms. At the age of 16 she was involved in an incident that resulted in the death of her parents and many others. Mable stuck to the claim that she was innocent, however due to her muddled past she had little ground to stand on, and was exiled from the planet.

She ended up on Zion, a planet ruled by a totalitarian dictatorship, and at first things were tough. She tried to find a job she could enjoy, but ended up working in a factory putting together various electronics. She could have stayed like this the rest of her life, but she wasn't happy, and that was unacceptable. She learned of a talent competition being held in the city, and even though she knew it was more propaganda she joined, and won. Mable could sing, very well, The government took advantage of this and turned her into a government brand idol. From singing songs laden with hidden messages, to appearing in ads all over the planet, she became one of the most recognizable faces on the planet.

Life became easier for Mable, the government provided her with money and a nice home. Yet she did not forget about the people less fortunate than her. Mable wanted to change things, and as she saw it, the best way to do this is from the inside. However one day after a concert she went to bed only to wake up in a strange field...

Class: Blood Splattered Idol - Her mark is a handheld microphone.

Gift: While singing and dancing Mable is able to boost the morale of her allies, as well as enhance their speed and strength by 20%. She can do this while fighting, however the effect will be lessened by half.

Natural Powers: As a Valiant Mable is about twice as strong as a normal human, and has an indefinite lifespan.

Talents: Mable is a great singer and dancer, she can also play the guitar. She is very athletic, has good reflexes and adaptability. While working in the electronics factory she spent a few years studying the things she was working on and eventually gained a talent for creating machines.

Weaknesses: Failure has a catastrophic effect on Mable. If she feels she has failed at something she will recklessly attempt it again and again. She can be incredibly selfish when wanting to do things her way.

Other: Mable has a habit of smiling when nervous or distressed, it's almost as if she's incapable of frowning.

[Zombehs]

Bleh

Name: Septim
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Appearance: Quite tall at 6'1, Septim's most distinctive features are probably his bright green eyes framed by messy red hair and the three markings on both his upper arms. His physique is more the result of physical labor than something built up through exercise, and the slight tan seems to be from spending time under the sun. He's rarely clean shaven, though it typically doesn't get much longer than some stubble.

Armored up, the bright red pieces somehow manage not to stand out when he moves in the shadows or through a forest's underbrush. A property of the metal or some enhancement placed on the pieces perhaps?

Personality: Septim is a fairly upbeat man, rarely dwelling on negatives for longer than necessary. He greets strangers with enthusiasm and is quick to look for friendship, while remaining polite and respectful. To people he's more familiar with, Septim can come off as cocky at times and he's certainly not lacking in confidence when it come to his own abilities. With an intense interest in weaponry of all sorts, he often jumps at the opportunity to examine the strange and exotic. Otherwise he doesn't seem particularly interested in learning more than needed for him to perform his duties.

While he rarely gets the opportunity to given his role, Septim seems to enjoy putting on a show during combat. Peppering enemies as he slides into cover or vaulting over an enemy to get a shot at his buddy and then shooting them in the back. He doesn't get a kick out of killing, even if he has no qualms about it.

Biography: A fresh Mark had appeared and it fell on them to secure it before the other factions could arrive. It was a pity that Primro and Quintus couldn't join them, dispatched on other tasks, but the six of them would have to make do. They'd departed immediately after the news had arrived and traveled for three days to arrive at the outskirts of the Mark's location. While the others busied themselves with setting up camp, he and Trece had exchanged the usual remarks before they moved on ahead to scout out the location.

It was always interesting to investigate a Mark. Sometimes they formed in subtle ways, and other times they gouged themselves into the land and flattened things for a distance all around them. Like in this case. It was hard to give exact numbers, but he suspected the Mark was almost 100 meters across and the forest had been flattened for about a mile all around. Even three days later, the area had yet to settle down from such a drastic change and his surroundings were abuzz with activity. Not too problematic, and Septim could hardly complain given he couldn't find any signs of activity from the Watchers or Conclave. They probably wouldn't arrive for another day at the least, giving them a bit of free time to set up.

He looked around one last time before Septim dropped off the branch and fell towards the forest floor. Tucking himself into a roll, his surroundings darkened for a moment, and then he found himself crouched in a wide open field instead of a busy forest.

Class: Marksman, and the symbol looks like the marks that appear behind him when he manifests his weapons. Three lines on both sides of a central, higher, line.

Gift: [Re-Shift] The Gift to blink in any direction a few meters, Septim is able to chain together several blinks forward to move rapidly across short distances. He can also shift himself back to a previous position within a few meters. Though this requires much longer in between uses, it also has the property of reversing his condition as well, allowing him to escape from danger untouched.

Natural Powers: Septim boasts heightened senses and mental acuity. A consummate tracker with both senses and mind to notice the slightest details, his abilities also aid him in combat, be it tracking a target at range or taking aim at several enemies at once.

Each of the Knights holds the ability to call forth weapons formed of hard light, and Septim is the user of firearms. He tends to favor a pair of handguns for combat, albeit creating other forms is possible as well.

Talents: Septim often acted as a medic for his comrades, and has decent knowledge and experience when it comes to first aid and medical treatments. In addition to being a skilled tracker, Septim is just as good at disappearing without leaving a trace of his passage. His experience working alone means he's a survivalist that won't have much trouble surviving almost anywhere in the wilderness. Moderately skilled in swordplay, he's not helpless if his magic fails him for some reason.

Outside of his profession, Septim is a fair dancer and has a smooth singing voice. He's a good woodcarver as well, often whittling away at some piece with a small carving knife as something to keep his hands busy.

Weaknesses: Without his helmet on, Septim's heightened sense of smell and hearing can often be overwhelming. His eyes can somewhat adjust, but loud noises and powerful scents are bothers at best and crippling at times. Water interferes with Septim's ability to call forth weaponry. Heavy rainfall weakens his firearms and makes maintaining them difficult, while being in water prevents their usage entirely. While more independent than his kin, Septim is still very keen on the acceptance of others and does not enjoy operating as a lone wolf.

Other: Live a little!

[Piercing Light]

Accepted

[HokumPocus]

Sieve

Name:Sieve

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

Gender: Male skeleton, no pronoun preference

Race: Undead human

Appearance:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Edgy song that surprisingly fits

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0X4KVbjO9KY

[Mistory]

Aidrien Kaiser, the Apothecary

Name:
Aidrien Kaiser

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Appearance:

Aidrien Kaiser is a thin man standing at 5'9" with jet black hair nearly to his shoulders and Emerald eyes. On the left side of his face is a scar, reaching from his ear to he corner of his mouth, healed, and rather old in appearance. His right hand is missing the ring finger, and has been severely burned, up midway of his forearm
While thin, he is rather healthy

Personality:
Kaiser is a kind man with a twisted side. He will often show courtesy, respect, and is easily seen as an all around jovial individual. A cheery, laidback sort.
But be weary. Sometimes jokes and joy hide a very...dangerous beast beneah the skin...

Biography:
Kaiser worked as a traveling healer and mercant. A man known to move from village to village, aiding the sick, and setting up shop for afew days,before moving on.
Before he woke in the endless field, he had been aiding a child...right? No...thats not right...
He was chained...the screams...echo'd...
"Murderer! Murderer!" The voices called as the crowd gathered, screaming for payment. Men,women and children...as they lit the fires at his feet...
That couldnt be it...could it? He couldnt remember...

Class:
Combat Medic, Apothecary


Gift:
Oral Omnintellegence. He is able to recognize the properties and uses, chemically, of any material through taste

Natural Powers:
General resistance to toxins

Talents:
Alchemy, medical knowledge, uses of toxins and herbal remedies
Adaptability.

Weaknesses:
Heights, thunder, limited ranged combat, haunted by the past, doesnt explain things well, is addicted to an herbal cigar he makes. Constant maigrains.

Other:
Theme- "A sadness runs through him" by the hoosers
Brought with him is a case, luckily, carrying his supplies. Straps to the back for easy movement

[Piercing Light]

Sieve

Name:Sieve

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

Gender: Male skeleton, no pronoun preference

Race: Undead human

Appearance:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Edgy song that surprisingly fits

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0X4KVbjO9KY

@HokumPocus

Accepted

And Mistory, I'll wait for you to finish that character sheet.

[Mistory]

@piercing light
Ive done a rather heafty rework of my cs.
However, i must ask. May i leave the personality blank? I hate to write something out,and ten feel it doesnt fit the character. I like to work with them and see how they act before writing the personality

[Piercing Light]

@Mistory How about you write the personality and if it doesn't fit you rewrite it.

[Mistory]

@piercing light
Will that do?

[Piercing Light]

@piercing light
Will that do?

@Mistory

suuuure

btw, sorry I haven't gotten the IC up, I had to help my mom do some cleaning. working on it now.

[Mistory]

....cant tell if your being sarcastic...-_- im sorry i just dont knoe how he will act...

[Piercing Light]

If you don't know how he will act then how will you manage to write him? Gonna make it up as you go?

[Lurking Shadow]

@Piercing Light

Not sure if I mentioned this yet, but I'll probably be off from the 24th to the 27th for QuakeCon. I Will have significantly reduced amount of times to write so that might translate to me not doing anything for this RP during that timeframe. Especially with Quake Champions entering Early Access on the 25th (with the character that is Metal personified, the motherf***ing Doom Guy *insert noise of me imitating a chainsaw and guts splattering here*). I just hope I can finish configuring my toasters to play DooM by then...

[Mistory]

Its...complicated. i put myself in the place of the character, and react. As i post the personalitly become more concrete.
Its like an actual personality. Your first experiences shape you...