Deadpixel101's charactorium.

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Entry database of created characters.

Current Amount: 1

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Rp: "Beyond the wall"
Level: Casual.
Status: Likely dead.
Character status: Unused.
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Name: Amelia Runefinder

Age: 74 (Looks roughly 20)

Sex: Female

Race: Hulder

Appearance: With long straw blond hair and a pale complexion she looks mostly human. Her features are somewhat sharp, with high cheekbones and a heart shaped face. Her nose is hooked and long and her lips full. She has a slight figure and stands at roughly 5"7. A smattering of freckles spread across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her eyes are almond shaped and a warm honey color. She has a scar running from below one eye, tracing all away to above the other; just cutting off part of her eye brow on the right side. She keeps her hair long, nearly down to her thighs, though it is braided back in the end to keep it out of the way. It is left to hang down to cover the telling signs of her species. Her back seems covered in a thick tree bark, and is largely missing. A black hole leading to who knows where in place instead. While it is harder to hide a fox-like tail also protrudes out near the base of her spine. She tends to wear fall colors, though she likes green, and tends to mix it in where she can. She is a fan of simple jewelry, like bracelets or earrings. Her clothes are much the same. Elegant, not showy.

Personality: Everything Amelia does has some sense of subtly to it. Or at least that's how she tries to keep it. She doesn't like giving too much information and way, and is very much a "low-risk high reward" sort of person. She is hungry for information and power, but not for any nefarious or grand purpose. It's just in her nature. She enjoys quiet and likes the comfort that can be found with a small group of interesting people. She loves to read, and spends a lot of time studying. She tries to be a very rounded person and reaches into many different subjects. This of course limits how much she can grow in each subject though. Magic is her one true love when it comes to learning. It's the field she never sacrifices for another. She is quite charmed when in control of situations, but when she is pushed to the edge her tightly wound figure breaks loose. She can "deal" with high stress, only it comes out maybe violently later. She tries to be demure and likable but bottles up all negativity, and isn't actually the kindest person ever. She likes to get something for her troubles, even if that trouble is something small like holding the door open. She follows her own unspoken rules on how things go and is quite unhappy when others don't follow them. Even when it makes no sense for them to.

History: Amelia has spent all her life growing up within the walls. The area she's lived most her life in was a densely populated area filled with wide numbers of magical peoples. Her joy as a youth for listening to people's stories and watching them preform their magical feats is what started her academical study of magic, and thus other subjects. She spent a lot of time learning, training and attempting to improve her status. One who is attempting to learn the ins and outs of the wall and enhance it further, she is ambitious. She has amassed her own small library and makes a small sum from it. She also owns a small plot of land ideal for selling herbs and flowers from, which is where another portion of her funds stem from. Being a nature spirit she is in tune with how they grow. Her modest but no disarming abode is sheltered by a wall of trees on each side. Granting he some semblance of quiet in the busy city. In time she came to own the building, and rents the lower floors out to others. All in all she is a sort of bureaucrat, who hopes to continue to grow, and expand past the walls of the city. Owning everything isn't necessarily evil, just profitable, aye?

Skills: Booksmart, magically talented, in-tune with nature. She has learned some business sense and has gotten quite lucky with it. Only the smallest smattering in combat she isn't exactly tuned to brave the wilds herself. A sort of jack of all trades kind of person, though unrefined or rough things she has no interest in. She doesn't like to get her hands dirty, nor take action without proper information. This can lead to her bring indecisive at times. In addition to this she is slow to react when her initial plan goes wrong, despite always trying to have at least a plan "B". She spends all this time trying to put off a regal sort of image, and when things start to fall out of place so does she. That being said deep down her brightest talent is tenacity. She might not succeed every time but boy is she hard to keep down.

Other: Likes sweets, but pretends not to. Pretends to dislike children when she actually loves them. Bad at displaying affection in general. Despite her conscious efforts to seem high-class, easily offended when referred to as "stuffy." Thinks frogs are the bee's knees despite not being a fan of most animals.

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Rp: "Innocence Lost: An RP of Child Soldiers and Science Fantasy"
Level: Casual
Status: Yet to start
Character status: Accepted!
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Aaloka Rudgar

(Likes being called "Allie")

Age:
16

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Physical Description:
Aaloka looks much a like the other children changed by the Ascendancy of Man. Altogether normal despite in top physical shape. She stands at roughly 5"3. Her build is toned though not overtly muscular. She has the tan skin telling of her descent, and almond shaped brown eyes. Her hair is black, and cut pixie short. She is lithe with slender hands, large eyes and a large forehead, looking almost doll like. She has a heart shaped face, a small nose and long lashes. The symmetry of her face broken by a large scar down her left eye. A smattering of freckles crosses the bridge of her nose and decorates her cheeks with constellations. The same marks can be found on her shoulders and parts of her lower back. Her nails are trimmed short and two fingers on her right hand are slightly more pale then the others, from when they were replaced. She often gives off a sort of lazy appearance, with a heavy lidded and unflinching stare.

When it comes to fashion she wears simple clothing of habit. Comfortable and serviceable is how she chooses to dress herself, though she does have the desire to branch out and care about her outward appearance. Her favorite color is purple, and will wear that if she can help it. She hasn't collected any accessories except for a simple locket, though she hopes to expand the collection.

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Important items:
The aforementioned locket is one of her prize possessions. Twisted in it's own way, she took it from the body of a field medic who seemed to show her some kindness. She didn't have any deep relationship with the woman, but it was enough for her. It is a small bronze locket in the shape of a heart, there is no picture inside yet.

A purple and simple friendship bracelet from another child in the program. They met as prisoners of the Rau've and became fast friends. While Allie decided to join the group in vengeance, her friend Martha went for a life of peace. To remember each other she left Allie this simple band of purple cloth.

Armor worn under clothing for protection, made of flexible fibers of shock absorbent material made to repel large points of impact. Less made for high stress situations and more-so for a nimble fighter.

Nemesis Weapon:
"Nemesis Vampirus"

A scythe made of black alloy and adorned with glowing red etches. Using it's magi-tech forces it can sap away life from a struck enemy if they stay within a certain distance. It is light-weight and wickedly sharp. It's unconventional shape as a weapon makes it more useful for pulling enemies in, and piercing armor then it does cutting. It's secondary ability is return to the wielders hands. It is tied to the user by being infused with their blood, giving it's name "vampirus" along with it's health absorbing ability. This also means the owner is able to tell where it is, with a vague sort of "sixth sense"

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Short Bio:
Aaloka was a prodigious student in India, aspiring to one day take over the family clinic. Naturally this did not come to pass. Instead she was taken to "ascend" and "fight the good fight." Before her body was changed she was a very non-confrontational person. She lived with her father and mother as a somewhat lonely only child, and wasn't entirely the most popular among her classmates. She took to the regiment and programs well enough, not initially holding any restraint and being an obedient subject. While she was the questioning type in her mind, she was never rebellious.

The awful tests and protruding nature in which she was treated made her retreat further within herself. Aaloka no longer wanted to become a doctor. In fact she wanted very little at all. Considered as a smashing success she did as was told, and pushed the crystalline elements through her veins to become a better and better soldier. Tasked with becoming a melee specialist she underwent many rigorous field tests and harsh training. Every day was another stress-test. Pushing her body farther and farther so that she could push back against an enemy she held no hate for.

And she did. She fought long and hard when her scars were healed. All the wounds inflicted by the tests were taken away so that she could grant them en masse. She cut swathes through enemy forces for only a short time. Her initial release as a soldier was not long before the battle of Proxima. She fought as she always did then, but pushed too far and was captured swiftly. Her magic, her special weapon and unflinching nature not enough to outdo the Rau've forces. And then she woke up.

Like the other surviving children, she was a prisoner, though treated much better by the enemy then she ever was by her makers. And she could run no longer, the space in her brain she fled to was laid bare. She faced reality and wept, until she could no more. In time she met the others, she befriended them and she came to feel again for the plant-like people who saved her, and who she regretted with every fiber for killing. Which was why she decided to continue the fight. The quiet girl who once excelled at sports and wishes to be a doctor was now a reverent made of a quiet anger. She would avenge the lives she took, and she would fight for those who were hurt like her. After all where else could she go? Peace seemed so far away now.

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Spell List:

• Timespace-Blink: A short range though near instantaneous teleport from one location to another. More so used for overcoming barriers and closing distances then transporting large detachments long distances.

Exceptional Skills list:

• Exceptional endurance
• Exceptional Weapon Use X 2
• Exceptional speed X 2

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Rp: "Fantasy space adventure"
Level: 1X1
Status: Ongoing
Character Status: Living
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Name: Pria Adgerra

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Weight: 130 lbs

Height: 5 ft 3

Appearance: Pria has a "gentle" build. She isn't overweight or particularly fit, but she has enough fat to be soft in most places. She has olive skin and an over-all well put together look. Her jawline is clear-cut and her nose is button, matched with big heavy lidded eyes she can seem almost whimsical; a fact not aided by constant day-dreaming. Her lashes are long, and partially hidden by the thin framed but rather large round glasses that sit on her nose. Also found across her nose is a spread of freckles, and above her right ear an almost star shaped birth mark. Her lips are full, and adorned with a beauty mark above the left corner. Her brows are well kept though naturally large. Her coiled black hair is medium length, though kept out of her face with pins. She wears a sort of "comfy" fashion. Overalls, elegant jewelry, single colored long sleeve shirts. Some question the tan book bag she always has over her shoulder, but she always misses it when it's not on her person. She wears classic red sneakers, a little faded and beat up from use. Her nails are decently long though rarely painted. Her smile is a little crooked and her teeth surprisingly white, with canines that stand out almost a little alarmingly.

Abilities: Reflection magic, ship piloting/navigating.

Strengths: She's a quick thinker, brave, knows how to handle her own, has a lucky streak, can run for a long time.

Weaknesses: Not the strongest physically, can get overwhelmed emotionally, can't swim, needs her glasses to see long distances.

Likes: Mirrors, precious stones, fancy things in general, animals, reading, the idea of an adventure, freedom, rain/thunderstorms.

Dislikes: Being looked down on, making mistakes, getting her hair caught in things, cats, loud people, too much heat.

Personality: Tries her best to always be kind and courteous. She was raised in a sort of rough environment around a lot of people, so she is adaptable to almost all sorts. She is prideful, and feels like she has to prove herself to everyone. Doesn't like to admit she was wrong, but loves to help people if they don't get/can't do something. Sort of a potty mouth, but she doesn't like to admit that either. Can be the jealous type.

Inventory: Silver pocket mirror, collapsible staff, backpack, charts, journal and books on varying studies, wand of fireball, MAP-C (Mass produces. Anti-gravity, Personal Computer) wallet with identification, licence and some credits. She keeps most of her funds stored away, in case she looses her things. Glasses and backup glasses, hairpins, makeup case. Granola bars and water-bottle.

Bio: Pria was raised on a travelling commune by her mother. The two traveled with a few hundred others on the relatively small space freighter leaving a war-torn planet behind. Her father was lost to the battles and she never had siblings. The two managed in meager dwellings, not stopping on any planet the ship took port at. Eventually her mother grew tired of the ship life and the two departed onto the planet they currently live on. Her mother had found work as a teacher, teaching religion and basic. Pria has spent the last few years of her life wanting nothing more then get back to the stars. She was raised seeing new worlds and gliding along the cosmos, and while she would never tell her mother she didn't like the life they had planet-side, she wanted more adventure in her life. Her mother taught her just enough magic to be dangerous, and her upbringing made her adaptable. With enough hard work and study she earned her basic piloting silence, and is now ready to assemble a crew and purchase a ship.

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Rp: ""Pyrrhic" A Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy RP"
Level: Casual
Status: Ongoing
Character status: Living
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Candy Lietvol

Pronounced "Light-vall"

|Age|
20

Appearance:
Standing at roughly 5"7 and with a toned build she wouldn't stand out too much by herself. Her hair is straw blond and way, left in a tangled mess. Her face has some sharp features, with a strong jawline and piercing eyes. Her lips are thin and her cheeks pink. She has long lashes with light blue iris'. Her nose is sharp and slight. Her cheeks are a little sunken in and a wicked scar curves around the left eye and through the corner of her lips. She has a pale complexion, and a more masculine figure. With rough hands and marred cuts all over, she gives off a less then gentle appearance. That being said her general demeanor is inviting, standing and moving in a relaxed and boisterous way. She loves to smile and has a surprisingly white set of teeth. She is missing the ring finger on her left hand. She wears loose comfortable clothing, with a fair share of accessories like bracelets or her patented headband.

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Magical Abilities:
"And her music was electric..."
Candy's magic stems entirely from storms, and stage presence. Applying lightning and thunder into a myriad of spells and abilities. She is an adaptable clairvoyant, although something is to be said about subtly. The amount of mana used per cast depends on the spell, so she isn't reliably in a long term skirmish. Most of her magic aids in being offensive directly, whether it's calling a peel of lightning unto a Shade or Darkened; or if it's creating a loud thunderclap to disorient/get their attention. She combines her innate magic with her musical talents, meaning while she doesn't need to be making noise to cast, she will be is she can help it. Here are some less abstract examples of her abilities:

• Firing a bolt of electricity at an enemy.
• Creating an aoe burst of sound.
• Creating sparks or flashes to blind enemies.
• Imbuing parts/a part of herself with a massive burst of speed.
• Creating thunderclouds

Her augmentor is a beaten leather right-hand glove with no fingers. Handed down from a special person.

|Personality|
Like her magic, Candy is the loud and proud sort. She refuses to be anyone but herself, and will stand up against things she finds wrong. She isn't exactly abrasive but she does tend to get close with people quickly. She is friendly and some can find her annoying. She likes to look on the bright side of things but she's also a realist, where she could seem naive she is surprisingly prudent. She let's a lot of things slide when it comes to herself, liking to live in the moment and laugh off whatever she can. She is a staunch defender of those she likes, while she tends to neglect her self. A hypocrite in many ways she isn't a big picture sort of person, and just wants to save what she see's in front of her. With an unhealthy mix of apathy to her own physical state and the delusion she is invincible, she takes great risks for herself.

|Sample Post|

Hider

Three.

She could manage three. When the fourth came in she was done for.

Candy lay crumpled against the stone steps, their hard corners digging into her back and neck. She could hear a ringing sound, and everything was hazy. Why did she do it again? A warmth by her hand reminded her. Oh yeah, the dog. It had been a rough winter, and those kids were hungry. The dog didn't have much meat on it, but something is better than nothing. She managed to raise her head enough to look at the thing. It was lean and covered in a brown matted shag. It's black eyes looking down at her right hand, licking the bloodied knuckles. She almost managed a chuckle at that. Licking them won't do much, besides she was hurt all over. As she blinked a few times the world came more into focus. It was getting dark, but it wasn't as dark as she had though it was. The sun was still on it's way down, giving room for the moon to rise. She didn't see any sign of the four kids who left her in this sorry state, which wouldn't be surprising except the mutt was here too.

"I wouldn't move around too much, if I were you."

An unfamiliar voice remarked off to her right. She let her head fall in that direction to see a girl who only looked a little older than her sitting on the steps. She was roughed up too, her one eye ringed in a purple bruise. Candy ignored the advice, and the aches to sit up as well. As she massaged the pain in her neck away she squinted at the stranger. "I'll live. Who'r you?"

The stranger looked to her and sniffed, rubbing at her nose with one arm. "I finished your handiwork. I can't put up with people who hurt animals."

Candy smiled painfully. They'd get along just fine.

The two exchanged names, and talked for a while. The stranger (now known as Meril) helped her back to her home. The dog following behind them. They spoke about little things and big things, learned their similarities and their differences, and set to meet up again the next day. After a while the two decided to live together."it would be cheaper" they lied, "and easier too." Of course it was really neither of those things, but they were happier regardless. And finally having someone to watch their backs, they eked out a living.

Until a few darkened made it into town.

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Jasper

Jasper C. King

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Age:
22

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Description:
Jasper is a young man standing at 5"7, with a figure that might be described as "eh". Pale skin and features he prides on having been referred to as "pretty". His face is boyish, having the look of a professional paper weight, and eyes of a boy who once pulled the legs off a spider. He doesn't have much muscle definition, and only minimal belly to match. He has 2 beauty marks on his right hand, and a matching scar from a staple remover on the other. His descent leaves him with tanned skin, and less body hair than others. Though when he doesn't shave a patchy stubble persists. Some odd interaction between the pigment of his world and the process of being transported to the Undernyth has caused the tattoo of a daisy on his shoulder and the once dyed half of his wavy hair to turn permanently blue. Similarly his eyes were also once darker, but have come to match. He is wearing a white button up shirt, a pair of skinny jeans and combat boots. Along with his book-bag, glasses, cartoon print necktie, and finally a beaten hand-me-down leather jacket.

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Origin:
Was attending Penton College's computer engineering program. Worked as a barista at campus Spacebucks.

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Background:
The world Jasper was born in should be familiar, as it is essentially our own. The same but different, Jasper comes from a world we'd refer to as mundane. Traffic jams, politics, taxes. Not without it's eccentricities or ordeals, but none of the magical or overtly apocalyptic variety. It is not a world that let's say, prepared him for the Undernyth.

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Outlook:
While anyone's feelings in reference to being transported against their will to an eternal cave purgatory could be described as "negative" for Jasper they are largely "complicated". Or so he might say. In reality Jasper didn't have an overt fondness for his home world, but in his defence, he thought it was the only one he'd get. Back before being thrust into a new chaotic world like this, he had a streak of mental escapism; part of him holding onto the idea of having a magical adventure. And yet, reality is never so kind or simple. The true face of this adventure isn't exactly pretty, and Jasper isn't that far deluded to think of himself as the main character. He's just a fool stuck in a mess. (The more things change...)

Jasper misses many parts of his old life, even if he wouldn't have thought he might. Others still, he's happy to trade. An idealistic and quite likely delusional part of him looks at this like a fresh start. A chance to be something he once watched for entertainment. Jasper is a man who's smart enough to know he's beyond his depth, and dumb enough to still try and enjoy it.

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Personality:
Jasper is largely affable, and somewhat irreverent. He likely wouldn't be described as bombastic or overbearing, but can be a bit mouthy. Whatever complacent filter he'd built up in his life, it was well scrubbed during the process of arriving here. That being said, he isn't a cartoon character. He's simply a man deflecting discomfort. Analytical and creative, he has a decent head on his shoulders. While he couldn't be described as a genius, he is often more astute than one would first assume.

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Greatest Dream:
Jasper's original dream was to open an indie game studio, and spend his time cultivating a niche audience with his own brand of strange interactive content. Now that he's been introduced to a world with giant bugs, fire breathing lizards and different manners of magic, he would very much like to become a wizard. Doesn't really matter what kind; he's just gleeful at the concept of legitimately calling himself a wizard.

To expand upon that however, is his genuine interest in the mechanics of magic, and the Undernyth. He would like to study it, and pick it apart. Whether or not he's angling to find a way home, he will not say. But he does want to find or create an almanac of the different kinds of magic in this world.

(He also has a personal quest of finding all the Hawaiian shirts he can. He will fight you on this.)

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Greatest Fear:
Jasper has a particular fear of fire. No dramatic story to facilitate it, and if asked he's likely respond "Does one need a reason to not enjoy immolation?". Regardless it makes him more skittish than it does the average person. Even a bonfire puts him on edge. You'll find him sitting far away, only coming close to make sure the grass isn't too precarious, or to make sure it's put out right.

Aside from this Jasper has a deep seated fear of not amounting to anything. While he again has no illusions of becoming the greatest hero to ever live, he can't stand the idea of being a complete nobody. His search for glory being further ignited by the whisking away to a world of blood steel and magic.

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Misc:
Lovely dancer. Has 2 brothers; will jokingly say his need to be seen is the product of being the middle child. Had a vague interest in old weaponry; from flintlocks to rock-slings. Mixes a mean margarita but has sworn off alcohol after a bad time in the sand with two people who no longer talk to him. Comes from a family of sportsmen, dabbled in field hockey.

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The Legion Witch

Loretta Voltylun

Appearance:

Picture Pending

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Alias(es):

The Legion Witch

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Age:
34

Gender:
Female

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Description:

Loretta is a slight woman, standing at around 5'5 with a lean build. Her skin is pale, and her features are refined. She could be described as fragile looking, though she may take umbrage with the assessment. The few notable features that clash with this overall image are her toned muscles, angular shoulders and battle scars. She is a figurine hewn from granite, with stone grey hair to match, which flows wild and free from her head. Her eyes are discerning, and the color of dull straw. When not in uniform she wears similarly proper and monochrome clothing. Calling attention in a way that does not call attention. Her legs are augmented with assistive cybernetics, to counteract her condition. Similarly there is a small protrusion at the center of her chest to aid in breathing. Often she also uses an air tank, though science has come far in even the regard; meaning it is largely unobtrusive.

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Battlemage: Golemancer

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Personality:

Loretta is a person with something to prove. While she is not considered the nicest person in the world, she is also not caustic. Someone who is used to fighting for recognition, they have come to expect competition in most endeavors. While she will often hold her tongue, it does not mean she is afraid to speak her mind. In a few words she could be defined as competitive, distant, and unkindly; self centred. However Loretta also strives to protect her people; even the ones she disagrees with. If you fall under the same banner she does, you are her own flesh and blood. She expects the effort back that she gives, and refuses to be looked down upon. Those who have served under her might describe the relationship as akin to a well meaning but inexperienced aunt. Often too tired for humor, but never to be indecent.

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Background:

TL;DR: Sickly child with dreams of being knight was born a mage. Now competes with them fiercely.

History

The Voltylun is a middling house at best within Belisoan history. Not being apart of the original founding families, and gaining status a generation or two later. While their history began in military, they shifted to more mercantile efforts in aiding the expansion of the nation. Their wealth comes from land dealings within the countries borders, though often a son or daughter would enlist each generation. Loretta is one such daughter; her father being one such knight before her. From childhood her head was filled with his fantastic stories, and tales of their families pride. Despite her different interests, Loretta always knew she'd grow to become a true and proud knight of Belsio.

However things are never so simple. Before adolescence she would become afflicted with a degenerative condition. Affecting her breathing, and the function of her legs. This of course did not dissuade someone like Loretta however. If anything, her passion for studying the arts of Ki grew tenfold. Mastering her body, she would be able to do anything she wanted, even if it were harder for her than others.

She would experience another blow however when she learned definitively she was unable to learn Ki. Being born a mage, it was an impossibility. Not only this, but she would be unable to strengthen herself as she hoped. For some years she fell into a depression, locked away in one of the family estates, only allowing attendants and nurses to keep her company.

She would emerge later; ready to finally accept the surgeries her family had presses upon her, only when she could stand on her own two feet again. Having spent all her time studying the use of mana, she developed a way of creating basic constructs. At first brace-like instruments around her legs, then full armor to keep herself rigid.

After a stressful recovery period she was able to function as a self-sufficient individual, and began proper schooling for the use of magic. Continuing to excel in her creation of rigid structures, she graduated from her program with flying colors, and continued her schooling through the military program. Joining the ranks of the Battlemages to prove her family proud, and accomplish some semblance of her childhood dreams. If she could not be a knight, she would compete with them. And nothing could stop her.

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Equipment:

Hephestus(tm) Named Sword "Khione": From the famed blade makers, taken from the minor god series it is named for a deity of snow. An energy blade with a solid white color styled like a dueling rapier. It's designed to weaken the energy flow of items or people it comes in contact with; making it come slower. As if "frozen". The effect is diminished upon greater masses of mana or ki, and works best upon standard items or weaker foes.

Antimagic Battlecoat, Grade: Queen: Top of the line magic focused armor; it appears to be normal cloth, though it is crafted from lightweight magic resistant materials and heavily enchanted against external magic sources. While it is not meant to stop a blade, it will stand well against any energy based attacks. While it is specifically crafted to disrupt energy, it is still a light form of armor, and will not sustain the same damage as a suit of armor of a similar calibre.

Shield-Drone x 2: Two mental-link drones programmed to follow/orbit the user while in combat. They are designed to appear as smaller version of classic knightly shields. They are energy shields meant to allow the user to focus on attacking rather than deflecting smaller projectiles. While they are not perfect blockers, nor as sturdy as a proper shield, they have their uses.

HMSA-28 "Wichbolt" Pistol: A heavy pistol designed to carry mana charged projectiles. Packs a stronger punch for a stronger mage. A trusted fallback for Battlemages who focus less on energy based attacks of their own.

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Abilities:

Golemancy: Loretta's prime skill and specialization. The formation of crystalline masses of mana; often used for creation of thrown weapons like blades and spears, as well as makeshift shields and even moving constructs. These include animate soldiers and even extra arms or legs on Loretta's person. The amount of mass she can create/manipulate at once is dependant on her stamina; naturally larger amounts are more draining.

Form Change: While Loretta's preference and skill lies in rigid structures, she has been training in the ability to shift her constructs between the different states of matter when useful. This is a more involved process for her and less down to rote memory. However being able to strike with blades that flicker between solid and gas can be worth the effort.

Cryokinesis: An earlier form of Loretta's pure mana constructs, they require adequate water in the surrounding area; pulled from the vapor in the air or vulnerable bodies. While Loretta focuses far less on this application of magic, it is the last stand out of her repertoire. Mainly used as a lower cost version of her golemancy and for creating a battlefield that puts foes on the backfoot.

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Extra:

(Optional)

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Commonwealth of Humanity Citizen Database: Zoe Theseum

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Image Pending

Zoe J. Theseum

"I'm a doctor! Oh. Medical, right. No I do flowers."

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Name: Zoe Juniper Theseum

Age: 28

Gender Identity: Female

Married/ Unmarried: Unmarried

Occupation: Ship Botanist; Head of exploratory study.

Place of Residence: The Thucydides (Current), Orbital Terra-forming Colony (Arcturus Region) "Seed Pod"

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Appearance: Zoe is a person who could be described as mousy at a glance. She has a thin and relatively short build that is far from imposing, along with features that tell the story of a curious but careful person. Her eyes are big and round, her nose small and her lips thin. She has a spray of freckles across her nose, and a head of long unkempt rusty hair. She is pale and often a little harried in appearance; her big spectacles giving her a slight "mad scientist" tint. Her slender hands are pock-marked with faint thin scars; a map of many little accidents. More fresh cuts across her figure are covered with brightly colored band-aids. Often she is wearing clothes that are warm and comfortable, or that are appropriate for her line of work. Dirt stained and smelling of the earth.

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History: Growing up on a colony off of earth, has given Zoe some different measures of whats valuable. Around her people like botanists or civil engineers were the heroes of the people. While humanity has passed the harrowing first days of living off their home planet, the reaches of space are not meant to accommodate them. Life is good there of course, as it is across all of humanity, but the giants who's shoulders it is built from, are the people she's idolized her whole life. With a near single-minded fervor she managed to make it through school with only one year longer than planned. She was able to scoop up work quickly in continuing the Terra-forming process in the nearing planets frontier-land. Despite the accident that would occur during it, it would not deter her from what she wanted to do. However what she really took away from the experience was how much work she was able to do from her desk regardless. As she recovered from her cybernetic surgery, she had a real chance to evaluate how her time was spent, and what she wanted to do with it. She decided that being behind a desk all day was terribly boring. The perfect mix of exploration and maintaining something familiar would come when offered a position on a short-circuit transport vessel; carrying germination samples and new crop-types to a planet establishing colonies across it's moons. When the trip was over, she was thirsting for more, and given a good word by her employer. This is how she would get the chance to work on a large class ship.

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Cybernetic/ Genetic Enhancements: After an accident during a preliminary outing during her studies in exploratory Floriculture, she lost function in her legs, due to becoming trapped under a boulder for some time. By the time she was rescued and transported to a proper medical facility, reclamation of her legs was not an option. Due to this she has been fitted with cybernetic legs that begin around the thigh area. The current models she use are sturdy and meant for work; they allow for ease of movement and have some features one might call convenient for exploring alien terrain. One such feature being extensive shock absorbers; allowing for her to fall from great heights, if she can land on her feet.

She also has a neural link chip in her brain, and matching implants in her fingers to help her interface with applicable electronics.

As for genetic enhancements, her parents opted to gear her for harsher scenarios, as they were workers in the planet-side Terra-forming project. Her eyes are made to see in the dark easier, and are therefore reflective/have a glow to them. She also has an automatically adjusting metabolism that makes it easier for her to retain the right amount of fat, even when times are more lean. A feature that has not seen much use, in these idyllic times.

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Skills: With a doctorate in botany with a focus on floriculture, spermology and pomology (study of flowers, seeds and fruit-bearing plants) she is well suited for exploratory research as well as Terra-forming. She has an almanac of constantly updating information on many types of plants galaxy-wide. Her interests and skills have made her a good choice for scavenging.

Zoe has taken a very strong shining to the false pollinator method of maintaining a small Eco-system. This has lead to her love and specialized use of "Bee Drones" that assist in her upkeep of the onboard greenrooms and simulated green-areas. With the neural link she has with the drones, she's able to set them on a laundry list of automated processes. She can also apply live control, for more specific uses. Such as moving heavier objects and reaching places she can't herself. Or doing one action many times over in one moment (such as watering flowers and so on)

Aside from her schooling Zoe has also practised in general survival skills and classic crafts such as wood-whittling and trap making. This has largely been a hobby but whenever Zoe has had the chance to unwind, it's often been camping. In her eyes it's like doing the part of the job she loves with 99% less possible danger.

Finally Zoe has an extremely strong work ethic/sense of pride. She feels she NEEDS to be useful, and will therefore apply herself wholly to a task given to her. She isn't always good at the things she needs to get done, but she will absolutely put the hours in to become of use.

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The contrast or pair with some of her weaknesses.

Where she is good at taking in new pieces of information and committing them to memory, she can have trouble getting lost in that minutia, and will lose focus of the greater picture. When she thinks of something as the truth, it can be hard to convince her otherwise. Unless you have undeniable evidence she'll often stick to her preconceived notions; especially when they were shown to her by one she trusts.

While Zoe has practice in exploratory research and fending for herself, she is often used to working in that way; alone. It's not that she isn't a team player, but when it comes down to it she can becomes frustrated matching herself to the pace of others. She is fairly patient, but will get competitive or disheartened when she can't meld well with a team. Therefore she prefers to defer to the role she is given, or self govern completely. She isn't the leader type, and prefers to put her head down and get to work.

Her pride and need to please can lead to her putting her energy and time in the wrong place, or even going too far. Part of her sense of self worth is tied to the work she can do, which can lead to her becoming hurt or otherwise disheartened when she isn't meeting her own esoteric criteria.

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Reason for joining the crew of the Thucydides: Exploratory botany was her second option after aiding in the Terra-forming process. Her parents urged for her to explore her options, and seeing the stars seemed like a fantastic experience. She's been onboard for some time now, and thinks of it as home.

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Miscellaneous Facts: She isn't a tech wizard by any means, but she knows enough about her Bee-Bots to maintain them well enough.

She has a lot of general interests in the natural world, having a gem collection and a deep love of birds and similar creatures. Despite this she isn't very good of taking care of anything alive aside from plants. She jokes that if technology didn't make things as convenient as they are now, she would have never made it through university alive.

She has a rapturous love of pickles. Has startled a few people with her glowing eyes by eating from the jar in the middle of the night.

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