@PhilPhilips I can take Knight if you wanna do Mage. Feel free to PM me so we can these partners made with a semblance of matching backstories. :> If you're thinking someone else, that's cool, though.
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Alistar A’sarel Ravencroft
Male
18
5’9”
155 lbs
Jet black hair, sickly pale skin, eyes of crimson, and a frail build establishes Alistar as the typical solitary scholar that spends little time outside of his own research. Both his slightly pointed ears and narrow nose, combined with pale lips give him a rather strange yet enchanting look much like an elf of sorts. His crimson eyes especially help allude to his arcane influences, eyes that are common among his family tree. His slim and frail stature allude to his lack of physical finesse.
He typically sports one of two rather strange but fitting attires(as seen in both FC) one of which being of a yellow studded black and grey garb with pointed leather shoes and a black coned hat studded with bone fragments, as well as a cape with two large rubies and black gloves. This custom made attire the he later modified with his magic is what he usually sports, but in a more casual setting he can be found with nothing more then black trousers and a white cotton shirt. Other times he may also be found sporting a black cloak and cape that hides his face.
History
The Ravencroft family are notorious for their arcane lineage, and that tradition was to be continued with Alistar and Gwen. While Alistar himself was intrigued deeply with the arcane, his sister lacked such interested. Combined with her dyslexia, it was only inevitable that she would be disowned by their family, and when the time came, Alistar he had chosen to abandon his family for his sister’s sake.
It was to be arranged they’d go to an orphanage, but such a place didn’t last as the two left in hopes of a pursuit of a better life. What they got instead was an abandoned building in the outskirts of town. No money, No Supervision, Without any proper tutors Alistar was left only with a few books he took with him in his departure for his personal studies, and his future for the pursuit of magic was looking grim, a sacrifice he still didn’t entirely regret his sacrifice. When he wasn’t re-reading the same pages, he was sure to look after Gwen. Together they had to survive on their own, and despite the odds they were able to survive long enough on their own merit. Gwen was able to provide for the two of them better than Alistar could, to his surprise. It was thanks to her that the two of them were able to live well enough before partaking in the ritual.
Brief Personality
Alistar has no interest in socializing, sport, or any other simple pleasures. His passion lays within the arcane and all of its vast knowledge. Quiet a fanatic over the mystic arts, nothing intrigues him more than researching a new branch of magic or studying magic inscriptions. Is lack of any other interests, and some ounce of regret for leaving his family, have ultimately rendered him the lifestyle of a loner, preferring to himself and his books over the company of others. He has no tolerance for the uneducated, even his sister at times, he is quite rude to those he deems ‘unfit’ to be in his presence. That hostile nature has forged a rather cold-blooded attitude, so much so that he rarely shows much of his own emotion even to that of his Sister. And while there is a very apparent gap between how Alistar feels about Gwen and how she views him, he certainly does care about her in the same role of a typical overprotective brother, despite how little he shows of it. He does not, however, tolerate Gwen’s stronger affections and prefers to ignore it, hoping that such feelings from her are only temporarily and that she will grow out of it.
Emotional Bond
Protective Sibling. Though he share no where near the same level of devotion his Sister has, nor does he tolerate that extreme side of things, he still values her above other priorities as he feels it his duty as a brother. Since their childhood he has always stayed by her aid. But it is that sense of obligation that has made him grow resentful of her in some aspects, the sacrifices he has made to support her have certainly been an expensive tole that has only accumulated mild disdain towards his sister, putting him at taste of simultaneous care and animosity towards her.
Partner: Gwen A'ladriel Ravencroft
Fighting Style
Alistar is a cautious strategist who conserves the uses of his spells due to their potential fatal dangers it can hold to both himself and Gwen. He has adoptive a methodically approach to only use the power necessary and not overextend that arbitrary limit for fear of serious wounds. He himself is not much of a fighter, he is far more interested in the scholarly approach of reading then being in the heat of action, and while he can defend himself with his own powers in extreme situations, his inexperience and preference to not dirty his own hands certainly put him at a disadvantage.
Equipment
A simple iron dagger.
Several books and tomes illustrating novice information of magic.
Necromancy
Spells:
Sphere of the Bloodline
The spilled blood of a Ravencroft’s can be siphoned and gathered from the surroundings and collected into a magically formed sphere that can store up to a quarter gallon of blood. Bits and pieces of bones can also be collected. This sphere levitates and can move anywhere within a 3 meter radius of the user. The container can either leak a certain amount of blood or shatter itself to allow use of the stored content of blood for spells. Container can be destroyed as it as durable as quartz, but can be reformed after a 1 minute cool down.
Blood Painter
Alistar can control Gwen’s blood to manipulate and control it vastly by changing the shape and form of the blood, enough where it can potentially become near-solid and sharp like a blade, or resemble something like a tentacle. While the size of the blood creations can be increased, there is a limit to how large such creations can grow or stretch based upon how much is used from the original blood sources mass. Alistar has free control over the blood of anyone with the blood of a Ravencroft (including himself, but due to the pain of which he tends to avoid that option entirely) even within one’s body but has to be careful to not draw too much without causing her to pass out or die, let alone the injuries that would be inevitably caused by it. Blood that is being bended by this ability will gradually evaporate over time, making continued use difficult.
Bone Sculpter
Alistar can ‘sculpt’ any form of bone matter so long as it is no longer apart of its owner’s body (or if the owner is dead.) Unlike his blood painter ability, the manipulated bone matter isn’t as fluid as liquid resulting in more rigid creations. In contrast, the limit of growth from the source is greater than his blood bending skill and these creations can not only be more complex in design but also do not evaporate over time and thus they tend to be more permanent. Bones susceptible to his will can also be levitated telekinetically with an overall range of 6 meters, and can be thrown as effectively as a javelin. The weight limit for this telekinetic control is 300 lbs.
Likes
Anything involving the Arcane
peaceful/quiet environments
dimly lit atmospheres
books
monsters
Dislikes
Socializing and people
filth
excessive labor
idiocy
Hobbies
Reading
edgy brooding
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Alright @Loveland has not responded, so that slot is open. In addition, i'm emptying all the reserved slots without characters. So that means, Phil, Kidd, Mag, Krog, and Slenderman's slots are no longer reserved. It's first come first serve now. Whoever posts a pair of CSes first gets the slots.
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Sorry for the delay but my CS is still in the works!
I was wondering about when the IC may be started up; are we waiting for all slots to fill up or will it begin beforehand whilst keeping the spots open?
I was wondering about when the IC may be started up; are we waiting for all slots to fill up or will it begin beforehand whilst keeping the spots open?
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Sorry for the delay but my CS is still in the works!
I was wondering about when the IC may be started up; are we waiting for all slots to fill up or will it begin beforehand whilst keeping the spots open?
I was originally going to wait for all the sheets to be up, but with how long that might take I'll probably get the IC up as soon as I can. Oh yea, and I'm also a bit sick, so "as soon as I can" might be a week or two.
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Lenore Renee Clairemont
Personal Information
Full Name: Lenore Renee Clairemont
Gender: Female
Age: 15 (and ten minutes older than Lottie!)
Appearance
Lenore’s appearance is what one might describe as odd. Her silver locks fall in a loose curl, just grazing slightly upon her shoulders as she moves. Unlike her sister’s softer expressions and more friendly blue toned eyes, Lenore more often sports a harsher gaze, only softened by its moonlight hue. While these traits are definitely uncommon in the nation of Grenheim, the Clairemonts only moved here some generations ago, and their unique foreign traits have since stayed in the family tree.
Though Lenore looks quite identical to her twin sister, Lottie, they have long abandoned any desire to look the same since their tumultuous days in childhood. Their mother would often force them in congruent attire; they were an attraction for travelling merchants staying at their inn and a tool to rake in additional income. Those who knew the two closely were quick to pick up the subtle differences; Lenore was energetic, sharp, like the rhythmic chop of a kitchen blade. Lottie possessed a vacant countenance, as if in a trance-like state, likely due to her late night artistic activities.
As they grew older, the differences between the sisters became increasingly apparent. Their family had enough food and dressed well, though Lenore wore tighter garments as a silent boast to her sister of her toned physique. On the other hand, Lottie favoured loose-fitted robes that lightly draped over a more pliable frame. Often found in her youth running around doing somersaults and cartwheels with town kids, Lenore has always been the athletic one of the pair. She was obviously more vain as well, never seen in front of the inn’s guests without a light dusting of powder and her favourite dark rouge.
Though Lenore looks quite identical to her twin sister, Lottie, they have long abandoned any desire to look the same since their tumultuous days in childhood. Their mother would often force them in congruent attire; they were an attraction for travelling merchants staying at their inn and a tool to rake in additional income. Those who knew the two closely were quick to pick up the subtle differences; Lenore was energetic, sharp, like the rhythmic chop of a kitchen blade. Lottie possessed a vacant countenance, as if in a trance-like state, likely due to her late night artistic activities.
As they grew older, the differences between the sisters became increasingly apparent. Their family had enough food and dressed well, though Lenore wore tighter garments as a silent boast to her sister of her toned physique. On the other hand, Lottie favoured loose-fitted robes that lightly draped over a more pliable frame. Often found in her youth running around doing somersaults and cartwheels with town kids, Lenore has always been the athletic one of the pair. She was obviously more vain as well, never seen in front of the inn’s guests without a light dusting of powder and her favourite dark rouge.
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 105 lbs
Background Information
History
Lenore and Lottie Clairemont were twins daughters of an innkeeper, residing in the southeast corner of Grenheim close to the Lyngald and Yondaris borders. Their inn saw a lot of guests moving to and from the different nations, people from different walks of life. While they were still young, Lenore remembers spending her days playing with her sister, Lottie, in and around the inn - though they were frequently chastised by their mother for disturbing guests in the establishment with their rambunctious merrymaking. Though their lifestyle was humble and simple, Lenore enjoyed the peace that came with it.
The twins’ father, a peculiar yet stern man, had owned the inn since before his daughters were born. As they would learn as they grew older, their father had been involved in less than savory business dealings with merchants and high-ranking officials and nobles of different kinds. Lenore and Lottie were only five when his father failed to anticipate and evade the consequences of his dealings. Luckily for the girls, they happened to be hiding in a small cabinet of the inn’s kitchen while a team of men burst through its doors. The guests quickly ran out as they thrashed about, breaking and rummaging through every object in sight. Tables, chairs and beds were smashed, cutlery strewn across the floor. They took whatever looked valuable to them - a coin purse left in their parents’ room, jewelry and other trinkets. All Lenore could remember was gripping her sister tightly to her chest in the darkness of the small cabinet, trying to block Lottie’s ears from the earth-shaking pound of the men’s every move.
When the roar of the clamor slowly dwindled into a silence, Lenore could hear the faint shouts of their mother’s voice permeating through, calling their names in search for them. The small girl left her hiding spot with her sister in tow, running towards the source. The sight was devastating - the inn was ruined and all their possessions had been taken away if not destroyed. Their mother asked what they were doing in the cabinet. What were they doing in there anyway? Lenore couldn’t remember. The next few days passed by like a blur.
To start anew, Lenore’s father made the decision to move the family south and a little more west in a region near Illdarum and Argonne, on a path that merchants frequent. With the remaining money they had left and a hefty bank loan, they purchased another inn to rebuild the business back up from scratch. For awhile they had little to eat as most of the earnings went back to repaying their debt. During these years, Lenore and her sister came to know both the kindness and cruelty of people, some who found enough heart to sympathize with their situation, and others gave only cold shoulders.
By the time the twins were 8, everything started feeling more normal again. They were steadily making more and more income as their inn attracted more guests. However, no matter how much they asked and poked, their father never disclosed the full details of what happened that night, years ago. Lenore and Lottie learned nonetheless of his shady business dealings and how he’d take part in the smuggling of goods from foreign nations. These affairs continued in his new inn, and when they grew a little older he enlisted the help of his daughters, giving them small, secretarial duties for the most part. They were taught a basic level of literacy, just enough to get a message across to nobles and rich officials in letters. Despite the dubious nature of these dealings, Lenore never had any reservations for taking part in it; to her, it was what provided her a comfortable lifestyle, and it was a simple truth that crooked proceedings happened beneath the surface of society.
Lenore’s life until now has been quite peaceful, quiet. Every once in awhile, she’d help her father with his tasks, though most of the time she was working in the inn with her mother. Greeting guests, assigning rooms, cleaning and serving tea or ale consists of most of her duties that she performed alongside Lottie. It was always exciting to hear stories from far away, where the travelling guests and merchants were from, and see the interesting yet unusual items they’d bring. Whenever they got the chance, Lenore would explore larger towns nearby and shop in their vibrant markets. This carefree life of hers was interrupted the day the Emperor’s mages came knocking, conscripting them to undergo the ritual and fight for Grenheim. Their parents were completely against the decree even though they knew nonetheless they couldn’t disobey. Lenore was slightly bitter about having to leave everything behind, but some part of her was still curious about what was to come.
The twins’ father, a peculiar yet stern man, had owned the inn since before his daughters were born. As they would learn as they grew older, their father had been involved in less than savory business dealings with merchants and high-ranking officials and nobles of different kinds. Lenore and Lottie were only five when his father failed to anticipate and evade the consequences of his dealings. Luckily for the girls, they happened to be hiding in a small cabinet of the inn’s kitchen while a team of men burst through its doors. The guests quickly ran out as they thrashed about, breaking and rummaging through every object in sight. Tables, chairs and beds were smashed, cutlery strewn across the floor. They took whatever looked valuable to them - a coin purse left in their parents’ room, jewelry and other trinkets. All Lenore could remember was gripping her sister tightly to her chest in the darkness of the small cabinet, trying to block Lottie’s ears from the earth-shaking pound of the men’s every move.
When the roar of the clamor slowly dwindled into a silence, Lenore could hear the faint shouts of their mother’s voice permeating through, calling their names in search for them. The small girl left her hiding spot with her sister in tow, running towards the source. The sight was devastating - the inn was ruined and all their possessions had been taken away if not destroyed. Their mother asked what they were doing in the cabinet. What were they doing in there anyway? Lenore couldn’t remember. The next few days passed by like a blur.
To start anew, Lenore’s father made the decision to move the family south and a little more west in a region near Illdarum and Argonne, on a path that merchants frequent. With the remaining money they had left and a hefty bank loan, they purchased another inn to rebuild the business back up from scratch. For awhile they had little to eat as most of the earnings went back to repaying their debt. During these years, Lenore and her sister came to know both the kindness and cruelty of people, some who found enough heart to sympathize with their situation, and others gave only cold shoulders.
By the time the twins were 8, everything started feeling more normal again. They were steadily making more and more income as their inn attracted more guests. However, no matter how much they asked and poked, their father never disclosed the full details of what happened that night, years ago. Lenore and Lottie learned nonetheless of his shady business dealings and how he’d take part in the smuggling of goods from foreign nations. These affairs continued in his new inn, and when they grew a little older he enlisted the help of his daughters, giving them small, secretarial duties for the most part. They were taught a basic level of literacy, just enough to get a message across to nobles and rich officials in letters. Despite the dubious nature of these dealings, Lenore never had any reservations for taking part in it; to her, it was what provided her a comfortable lifestyle, and it was a simple truth that crooked proceedings happened beneath the surface of society.
Lenore’s life until now has been quite peaceful, quiet. Every once in awhile, she’d help her father with his tasks, though most of the time she was working in the inn with her mother. Greeting guests, assigning rooms, cleaning and serving tea or ale consists of most of her duties that she performed alongside Lottie. It was always exciting to hear stories from far away, where the travelling guests and merchants were from, and see the interesting yet unusual items they’d bring. Whenever they got the chance, Lenore would explore larger towns nearby and shop in their vibrant markets. This carefree life of hers was interrupted the day the Emperor’s mages came knocking, conscripting them to undergo the ritual and fight for Grenheim. Their parents were completely against the decree even though they knew nonetheless they couldn’t disobey. Lenore was slightly bitter about having to leave everything behind, but some part of her was still curious about what was to come.
Brief Personality
Young brash and cynical, Lenore is not the person most would prefer the company of. Despite the appearance of a relatively tame girl whilst her lips are closed, a snarky, unrestrained tongue hides underneath. She doesn’t always mean harm when she speaks, but at some point it stopped mattering when people got offended anyway. It almost never occurs to Lenore to tone down her unfiltered speech for the sentiments of others. In many ways, her rude remarks are a way to distance herself from socializing. Following events in childhood, she remained wary of people and developed a cynical mentality that distrusts the motives of those around her. While Lenore still believes that people can be kind, her first instinct is always to doubt.
Lenore can be energetic and bright when not uttering slanderous words, much to the surprise of many. As long as someone can tolerate and see past her penchant for constantly voicing her opinions, Lenore may even appear as friendly. One thing that’s obvious though is her prideful and vain disposition, putting importance on herself above all.
Lenore can be energetic and bright when not uttering slanderous words, much to the surprise of many. As long as someone can tolerate and see past her penchant for constantly voicing her opinions, Lenore may even appear as friendly. One thing that’s obvious though is her prideful and vain disposition, putting importance on herself above all.
Emotional Bond
Being twins, Lenore and Lottie have grown together since they were born - and before that too - having spent no more than a day’s worth of time apart. Like any other sibling pair, they’ve had their arguments - fighting over jewelry and trinkets and such - but they have many more moments of fun and games. Given how both siblings carry unpalatable temperaments, they often only had the company of each other anyway. They enjoyed their solitude nonetheless, and though they’d never admit, the only people they like as much as themselves - or more than themselves - is each other.
Partner: Her younger identical twin sister: Lottie Rue Clairemont
Combat Information
Fighting Style: Lenore has never fought a day in her life (if you don’t count the occasional brawl with her sister involving hair-pulling and slapping) and never planned to before getting conscripted. Despite her athleticism, Lenore hates pain and would go out of her way to avoid it, making her a less than capable fighter. She’d much rather run away from a fight then confront it, or use tactics that would keep her at a distance safe from getting injured.
Equipment: A tin of tea leaves from her inn and other provisions, a few dresses, a bottle of her favourite perfume, a box of matches and other miscellaneous items. She also brought with her a small coin purse, a portion of her accumulated allowance from working in the inn, leaving the rest with her parents. Her father always said weapons had no place in a lady’s pocket, and thus she never owned nor brought one.
Weaknesses: Other than her total lack of fighting experience, Lenore is more coward than courage. She’ll run rather than fight, and given her self-absorbed nature, she thinks first of herself than the wellbeing of her teammates (with her sister as the only exception).
Celestial Gear Information
Name: Wisteria
Type: A pair of iron war fans with spiked spokes - called a tessen - which can also be used as dual-wielded daggers in its retracted/closed form or throwing knives.
Appearance: The fan structure looks like this, but with slightly wider blades to better use as a dagger. The cover of the fan looks like this, a thin grey printed fabric. However, this doesn’t mask the pointed spokes underneath which extend past the cover on top.
Function: Wisteria is a pair of fans that can be controlled by Lenore telekinetically within a range of 5 meters. Seeing that they can double as daggers when closed, Lenore can throw them at a target and have them fly back immediately to her with the telekinetic control. She can also make the fan open and close from afar to deal extra damage - when she manages to jab an opponent with dagger first anyway.
Miscellaneous Information
Likes: Cleanliness, cosmetics, floral perfumes, puppies, beautiful tea sets, cheese, spring, her sister.
Dislikes: Naivety, dirt and dust, cold weather, her sister.
Hobbies: Makeup, dancing, baking and cooking, spending more than she can afford
Theme: [tba]
Other:
- Lenore likes to cook and bake, although her skills are only average.
- She’s very picky with music; she rather not listen to it if it’s not a tune she fancies.
ImAMushie MY SWORD IS UNBELIEVABLY DULL
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Lottie Rue Clairemont
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Personal Information
Full Name: Lottie Rue Clairemont
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Appearance
Her features are soft and grey, like a dust bunny basked in sunlight. Carried with her is a faint smell of jasmine and adhesive. She is the listless daughter of the Clairemont family, Lottie, and twin sister to Lenore.
At a glance, the two were identical. The same wavy silver locks, except Lottie’s is long, abundant but frayed, cloaking and entangling her small body in a cascade of fog and thread; her hair forms silky curls when properly combed but it’s otherwise shamelessly unkempt. The same muted blue eyes, but hers sit atop dark bags: shadows of her late night arts and crafts, much to her mother and fathers’ chagrin.
Frequent use of paper, scissors, and needle for her peculiar crafts have kept her otherwise pristine fingers covered in small cuts and bandages. Her penchant for avoiding physical labour gave her a thin, wispy physique - unremarkable compared to her sister’s. It was often covered by a loose, airy dress or nightgown when not forced into stiff, frilly attire to appeal to the inn’s guests.
At a glance, the two were identical. The same wavy silver locks, except Lottie’s is long, abundant but frayed, cloaking and entangling her small body in a cascade of fog and thread; her hair forms silky curls when properly combed but it’s otherwise shamelessly unkempt. The same muted blue eyes, but hers sit atop dark bags: shadows of her late night arts and crafts, much to her mother and fathers’ chagrin.
Frequent use of paper, scissors, and needle for her peculiar crafts have kept her otherwise pristine fingers covered in small cuts and bandages. Her penchant for avoiding physical labour gave her a thin, wispy physique - unremarkable compared to her sister’s. It was often covered by a loose, airy dress or nightgown when not forced into stiff, frilly attire to appeal to the inn’s guests.
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 110 lbs
Background Information
History
The Clairemonts were a peculiar family. They ran an inn by the borders of Lyngald and Yondaris, on a road merchants and travelers frequent. Onlookers often raised an eyebrow at the sight of their silver hair but were drawn in by the eccentric yet amicable father of the family, the head of the establishment, and his two lively daughters, Lottie and Lenore.
Lottie and Lenore are identical twins and for the first several years of their lives, they only knew a world by one other’s side. They started their mornings brushing each other’s hair until their curly locks fall in the same place, and ended their nights fending off monsters born from the shadows beneath their bed. When they were young, the two were tasked with seldom more than to be ‘good little girls’ at the inn. Her mother would put them in matching dresses and sent them to greet the guests like ‘proper young ladies’, but the pair refused to settle with just being the subject of “aww’s” and pats. As expected of identical twins, they would switch places and play a few small tricks on the guests. Though out of jest, their antics got them into a bit of trouble and their father, while full of odd behaviours and beliefs, is not one to let their mischief slide.
Living at the inn gave the twins daily exposure to many people of varying quirks, cultures, and social classes. As such, the two were familiar with different sides of society since they were small, both the kind and the impertinent; at the time they were unaware of the deceit and cruelty beneath the surface. Meanwhile, their father was connected to a discreet network of noblemen and merchants of higher status, whom he helped smuggle illegal goods. However, he lacked the insight to prepare for the enemies that emerged from his underhanded activity. One enemy merchant in particular held a grudge against the father for a reason still unknown to Lottie, and hired a group of shadowy men to pillage and destroy their establishment.
The events of that night was a blur to Lottie, but the fear and confusion she felt remains vivid to this day. The sounds of their home being destroyed pounded against the thin walls of their hiding place. The only comfort she found was in the arms of her sister. Though they were both small and defenseless, Lottie felt a strange sense of ease knowing she didn’t have to be scared alone. After hearing their mother’s voice echo in the halls, the two left their hiding place in search of their parents, only to be stopped by the sight of the wreckage. All their assets and possessions stolen or destroyed; the family had nothing left.
To start anew, the Clairemonts moved south to a region neighboring Illdarum and Argonne, where the apparent absence of political tension gave the father some relief. They bought a small lodge using the little money that remained and a bank loan so they could rebuild their business from scratch. For a few years, they had little to eat and the twins could no longer live just being ‘good little girls’; the inn became their burden as well. The two often had to split up during the day to help out either parent, with Lottie mostly performing housework with their mother, much to their dismay. Lottie left her love of frilly dresses behind in favor of loose-fitting clothes because it was easier to perform her chores in. She also spent more and more of her free time in her room due to the anxiety developed from the incident at their old home and started making crafts from paper, needle, and thread to calm her nerves.
By the time they were 8, the business was thriving again and most of their debt was paid back; the family could live comfortably again. The father continued with his dubious dealings, but was now far more careful and keen. He also entrusted the rest of his family, including his two daughters, to aid in his illegal undertakings. Lottie and Lenore were tasked with mostly secretarial duties and were taught basic literacy skills to assist in this responsibility. By now, Lottie has long accepted this shadowy side of her father; a selfish part of her was pleased that the money earned from his schemes played a big role in recovering the family’s livelihood. As they grew older, the twins became part-time housekeepers for the inn, addressing the needs of their guests and engaging in provocative conversations with them about their background and culture. Other times, their father would take them to the city to purchase general necessities - and a splurge here and there for the girls. It was through these visits that Lottie bought more materials to expanded on her arts and crafts, which she pursued long after she made peace with her fears.
However, Lottie’s quiet, cozy life of making peculiar sculptures out of paper and exchanging humorous nothings with her sister drew to a halt when the Emperor’s mages came to their door to enlist them to fight for Grenheim. Their parents were highly opposed to the idea, especially given that their children are but young girls, and Lottie was inclined to agree. However, no amount of arguing and grumbling can resist such a high order - Lottie was forced to yield. Begrudgingly, she packed her light dresses and crafting materials, hoping that she’ll at least have time for her small pleasures.
Lottie and Lenore are identical twins and for the first several years of their lives, they only knew a world by one other’s side. They started their mornings brushing each other’s hair until their curly locks fall in the same place, and ended their nights fending off monsters born from the shadows beneath their bed. When they were young, the two were tasked with seldom more than to be ‘good little girls’ at the inn. Her mother would put them in matching dresses and sent them to greet the guests like ‘proper young ladies’, but the pair refused to settle with just being the subject of “aww’s” and pats. As expected of identical twins, they would switch places and play a few small tricks on the guests. Though out of jest, their antics got them into a bit of trouble and their father, while full of odd behaviours and beliefs, is not one to let their mischief slide.
Living at the inn gave the twins daily exposure to many people of varying quirks, cultures, and social classes. As such, the two were familiar with different sides of society since they were small, both the kind and the impertinent; at the time they were unaware of the deceit and cruelty beneath the surface. Meanwhile, their father was connected to a discreet network of noblemen and merchants of higher status, whom he helped smuggle illegal goods. However, he lacked the insight to prepare for the enemies that emerged from his underhanded activity. One enemy merchant in particular held a grudge against the father for a reason still unknown to Lottie, and hired a group of shadowy men to pillage and destroy their establishment.
The events of that night was a blur to Lottie, but the fear and confusion she felt remains vivid to this day. The sounds of their home being destroyed pounded against the thin walls of their hiding place. The only comfort she found was in the arms of her sister. Though they were both small and defenseless, Lottie felt a strange sense of ease knowing she didn’t have to be scared alone. After hearing their mother’s voice echo in the halls, the two left their hiding place in search of their parents, only to be stopped by the sight of the wreckage. All their assets and possessions stolen or destroyed; the family had nothing left.
To start anew, the Clairemonts moved south to a region neighboring Illdarum and Argonne, where the apparent absence of political tension gave the father some relief. They bought a small lodge using the little money that remained and a bank loan so they could rebuild their business from scratch. For a few years, they had little to eat and the twins could no longer live just being ‘good little girls’; the inn became their burden as well. The two often had to split up during the day to help out either parent, with Lottie mostly performing housework with their mother, much to their dismay. Lottie left her love of frilly dresses behind in favor of loose-fitting clothes because it was easier to perform her chores in. She also spent more and more of her free time in her room due to the anxiety developed from the incident at their old home and started making crafts from paper, needle, and thread to calm her nerves.
By the time they were 8, the business was thriving again and most of their debt was paid back; the family could live comfortably again. The father continued with his dubious dealings, but was now far more careful and keen. He also entrusted the rest of his family, including his two daughters, to aid in his illegal undertakings. Lottie and Lenore were tasked with mostly secretarial duties and were taught basic literacy skills to assist in this responsibility. By now, Lottie has long accepted this shadowy side of her father; a selfish part of her was pleased that the money earned from his schemes played a big role in recovering the family’s livelihood. As they grew older, the twins became part-time housekeepers for the inn, addressing the needs of their guests and engaging in provocative conversations with them about their background and culture. Other times, their father would take them to the city to purchase general necessities - and a splurge here and there for the girls. It was through these visits that Lottie bought more materials to expanded on her arts and crafts, which she pursued long after she made peace with her fears.
However, Lottie’s quiet, cozy life of making peculiar sculptures out of paper and exchanging humorous nothings with her sister drew to a halt when the Emperor’s mages came to their door to enlist them to fight for Grenheim. Their parents were highly opposed to the idea, especially given that their children are but young girls, and Lottie was inclined to agree. However, no amount of arguing and grumbling can resist such a high order - Lottie was forced to yield. Begrudgingly, she packed her light dresses and crafting materials, hoping that she’ll at least have time for her small pleasures.
Brief Personality
Lottie switches back and forth between the living and the dead. Through the window of her bedroom, her ghost can be seen: faded, aloof, and only aware of herself and her quaint little hobbies.
When forced to exist, Lottie is as professional as she is crass. She’s composed and generally well-mannered, but a bit of snark and snickering may slip in. She has a polite and refined style of speech, yet it only serves to coat a thin layer of sugar over her mischievous, eccentric, or at times, rude words. She carries herself with a ladylike posture and rhythmic strides, however this is the extent of work she is willing to do regularly.
Lottie sees life as being too short to spend time away from pleasures and does not like to put effort into activities she deems too uninteresting or difficult. As such, she is short-sighted, opportunistic, and prone to using elaborate arguments in order to escape her chores and responsibilities.
Sometimes a ghost, sometimes a human, but always a self-indulgent sloth.
When forced to exist, Lottie is as professional as she is crass. She’s composed and generally well-mannered, but a bit of snark and snickering may slip in. She has a polite and refined style of speech, yet it only serves to coat a thin layer of sugar over her mischievous, eccentric, or at times, rude words. She carries herself with a ladylike posture and rhythmic strides, however this is the extent of work she is willing to do regularly.
Lottie sees life as being too short to spend time away from pleasures and does not like to put effort into activities she deems too uninteresting or difficult. As such, she is short-sighted, opportunistic, and prone to using elaborate arguments in order to escape her chores and responsibilities.
Sometimes a ghost, sometimes a human, but always a self-indulgent sloth.
Emotional Bond
Apart from the two rarely spending over a day away from each other, Lottie herself feels a sense of warmth and ease when around her sister that she herself can’t explain. Lottie only became more appreciative of Lenore after the ransacking incident pushed them to live more separate lives. Being a lazy individual in both mind and body, she has yet to fully explore and express her cynicism and distrust of others. Thus, she lives vicariously through her sister’s more open attitude and criticisms, but is always prepared to support and defend her.
Partner: Her older identical twin sister: Lenore Renee Clairemont
Combat Information
Fighting Style: Like her sister, Lottie has no fighting experience, but she would make for a far worse combatant given she also lacks the athleticism her sister has - and is far to proud of as far as Lottie is concerned. She opts to flee in response to danger, but her attempt to escape is short-lived for she’s neither a hard-worker nor the tenacious type; too big of a fright will prompt her to yield and fall prey to her predator. Her one potential is her creativity and somewhat tactical mind, which can be put to good use in the battlefield; unfortunately she is void of initiative.
Equipment: A box of jasmine tea, loose-fitting dresses, her crafting materials (paper, adhesives, scissors, needle and thread, etc.), and a large blanket.
Weaknesses: Lottie is physically weak/inept, gives up easily as a result of her laziness, and is undeniably far too self-absorbed - only concerning herself over her own well-being, making teamwork quite difficult.
Celestial Potential Information
Focus: Symbiosis
Symbiosis is when two different organisms work in tandem for mutual benefit: the two sisters have lived closely together for their whole life. As of their teenage years, they’ve grown to be two distinct people, but they use their differences to cover for each others weakness. Being more passive and having an eye for shortcuts, Lottie supports her twin sister by making modifications to make her attacks more effective.
SPELLS
Lottie’s potential allows her to change the physical properties, such as weight and temperature, of a person or object she makes a magical connection with. The effect is temporary. The degree of her modification and the amount of time and distance the effect can be maintained is proportional to her skill.
In order to cast her spells, Lottie has a magical, immaterial spool of thread of finite length (15 m) that she can spawn from the tips of her fingers. These are the channels in which Lottie uses to cast her magic through. She needs to wrap the target with her thread to establish the connection, and it can only be maintained for a certain time and distance (dictated by the spool’s length).
Teetering Scale: A target’s weight is modified for the amount of time and distance they remain bound to Lottie’s connection. Her current abilities allow her to change the weight by 20% +/-. Only effects solid material including people.
Wavering Mercury: Similar to above, only the property changed is temperature. Her current abilities allow her to change the temperature by 20% +/-. Effects all states of matter, but only inanimate material.
Push and Pull: Similar to above, only the property changed is velocity. For this spell to work, the object must already be moving in one direction. This spell allows her to increase the speed of the object going either forward (faster) or backward (slower) in a particular direction. Her current abilities allow her to change the velocity by 20% +/- but as of now, she cannot modify the direction. Only effects solid material including people.
In order to cast her spells, Lottie has a magical, immaterial spool of thread of finite length (15 m) that she can spawn from the tips of her fingers. These are the channels in which Lottie uses to cast her magic through. She needs to wrap the target with her thread to establish the connection, and it can only be maintained for a certain time and distance (dictated by the spool’s length).
Teetering Scale: A target’s weight is modified for the amount of time and distance they remain bound to Lottie’s connection. Her current abilities allow her to change the weight by 20% +/-. Only effects solid material including people.
Wavering Mercury: Similar to above, only the property changed is temperature. Her current abilities allow her to change the temperature by 20% +/-. Effects all states of matter, but only inanimate material.
Push and Pull: Similar to above, only the property changed is velocity. For this spell to work, the object must already be moving in one direction. This spell allows her to increase the speed of the object going either forward (faster) or backward (slower) in a particular direction. Her current abilities allow her to change the velocity by 20% +/- but as of now, she cannot modify the direction. Only effects solid material including people.
Miscellaneous Information
Likes: Jasmine tea, loose clothing, adhesives, patterned/textured paper, hot drinks, being carried.
Dislikes: Combs, tight clothing, chores, physical labour and exercise, stubborn people (though she realizes she is one too).
Hobbies: Paper crafts, playing pranks with/on her sister
Theme: Professor Layton and the Last Specter - Black Market
Other:
- Her voice is languid (much like her personality), breathy, and somewhat robotic
- She enjoys singing to herself but her voice is an eerie whisper at best.
- In recent years, she has developed a fondness for making sculptures of disembodied human parts out of paper.
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Hopefully I can get someone to partner with. I'll work on a character if anyone is interested I'll need a match. I'm willing to play either a mage or knight.
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Alright, it is the holiday season so it is understandable that people might be slow to get sheets up, but nevertheless we need to get this show on the road. In a week's time (saturday, december 30th) I'll be allowing certain people to double up on characters, if the remaining slots don't get filled by then. As another note, I am not currently playing a character, but would be willing to if anyone is still looking for a partner. Of course, I'll be following my own first come first serve rules and will not guarantee myself a slot.
In addition, expect the IC to begin by the 30th as well.
In addition, expect the IC to begin by the 30th as well.
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@VarionusNW Which side of the symbiosis were you looking at being?
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A quick overlook of the NBR. I was going to go more into economics and the like but it was getting rather long as it is.
History: The proud northernmost reaches of the empire (Known as Basilevsa) have, historically, been some of the most unstable throughout history. For a millennia, shifting alliances between the constantly rising (and falling) barons, counts, and dukes in the region kept it in constant turmoil, and anybody who gained too much of an advantage quickly found his allies turned to enemies and his lands broken apart. For both noble and commoner, the north was always harsh.
However, events far to the south would eventually have far reaching consequences in the region. The Grenheim Empire, having expanded to the point of being the absolute power on the continent, sent an offer to every noble in the north: Join the Empire and enjoy its added wealth and security for no loss in independence and autonomy. Almost immediately the nobles were split along two lines: The southern states unequivocally refused, but fear of a potential invasion caused a rapid series of treaties between the nobles in a race to unify before their southern neighbor could potentially invade.
However, in the north they were far more receptive to the idea. For centuries they had endured raids from their neighbors to the north, in addition to the constant feuds between the lords themselves. This, they saw, was an opportunity to both secure their southern border, and finally bring some stability to the region. They too, began uniting together, and the hundreds of independent barons, counties, and duchies soon merged into two entities: The North Basilevsa Confederation and the South Basilevsa Confederation. The SBC immediately declared war on the NBC before they could receive any aid from Grenheim, and the bloodiest war the region had ever seen began.
The NBC, however, had no interest in gaining aid from the Empire, not wanting to risk undermining the independence that the latter was offering. The two strongest families in the north, the Illyns and Melikovs, agreed to merge their power together and proceeded to dominate the NBC politically. In the south, no such clear leadership emerged, and coordination between their armies was often lacking, with petty disputes sometimes resulting in some lords completely refusing to back up others on the field of battle. It was this, and not any lack of strength or ability, that ultimately led to the NBC's bloody victory over their southern brothers.
Still, the lands were vast, and filled with countless bodies to conscript as soldiers. Despite constantly being on the losing side of many battles, the conflict took decades before the NBC could claim a decisive victory, and the scars of the war ran deep through the land. So deep, that public outcry in the north prevented their leaders from changing the name of the united nation to the Basilevsa Confederation, demanding that there always be a reminder of the north's triumph over the south. So, the NBC kept its name, and finally accepted the Emperor's (Or rather, his son's) offer to join Grenheim.
However, the "wealth" that had been hinted at by the Empire never seemed to materialize. Sure, favorable trade deals within the nation were available, but the NBC never was rich in resources to export. The Illyn-Melikov's, leaders of the united region, struggled with poverty and famine throughout their lands. Indeed, they often lacked the money to fund the extensive patrols needed along the northern border, and over time more and more towns were looted by raiders. Discontent among the commoners grew almost to the point of a bloody revolution. However, their leaders agreed to stop any uprising and attempt to overthrow their rulers on one condition: That the common people be allowed self-governance.
There was little actual choice in the matter, and the North Basilevsa Confederation transformed itself into the North Basilevsa Republic.
Still, it proved to be a wise move for the region. The people seemed more receptive to higher taxes from a government that they themselves elected, and soon funding for the army resumed- even if there was not always funding to actually arm the soldiers properly. Once raids from their northern neighbors were put a stop to once more, prosperity began returning to the region, and even if it was still poor compared to the rest of the empire a new age of entrepreneurs and a large working class to man the emerging advent of factories promised a new golden age for the region just beyond the horizon.
Culture: Bloodthirsty in war, charming in peace, the NBR and its people have often unnerved their southern neighbors with their seemingly unpredictable nature. The nobles, and now emerging class of wealthy businessmen, have always prided themselves on supposed sophistication compared to their southern neighbors. In the north knowledge and military prowess were both expected and demanded of the upper classes. However, they had never been particularly successful in politics outside of their own region. While it was true that sophistication was greatly valued, the rituals and social functions of southern nobility were alien to them and seen as a waste of time. To the south, the northern nobles were seen as uncultured brutes with a love of violence, and to the north the south seemed like a bunch of silly actors constantly performing in a play.
This was often exacerbated by differing religious beliefs. With their relatively late arrival to the empire, and isolated location, Adondeism never caught on within the NBR. Sure, there was a not-insignificant percentage of the population that were believer- especially with constant missions from the church taking place in the region- but most never subscribed to the belief that Adondeus was the great prophet that the church claimed. Indeed, most were still waiting on their prophet to arrive, and patiently tolerated the Church that they were presently chained to until the day where their beliefs could be proven false.
As for the people themselves there were three things valued more than anything else in the republic: Family, Work, and the Military. Towns were often centered around the local barracks, where men in their free time were permitted train in preparation for the next time conscription would be needed for the nation. This was taken up by more men than not- for relaxation was generally seen as distasteful. Even once one had earned their pay for the day, they were still expected to occupy themselves until sundown. For those that could read, the acquisition of knowledge was luckily considered work, but for the vast masses of illiterate men and women across the land this often meant hunting, woodcutting, or anything that prevent lazing around. Still, this was often not as bad as it might appear at first glance. The value of family time meant frequent breaks throughout the day to stop by their homes, sit down for tea, and spend time with their spouses and children. Indeed, in spite of their long work days it often seemed as if the people of the NBR actually spent less time than others breaking their backs.
In smaller villages, there was often a great hall where all the villagers would gather after sundown to drink, dance, and catch up on the news of the day. As villages grew into towns and cities the great halls were often replaced with smaller bars and pubs, but the practice remained. Among the wealthy and nobility this gave drinking the stigma of being a hobby of the poor, and teetotalism was often expected, or at least it was expected that any drinking be done privately in one's own study. The military too was expected to remain sober, but in practice this was never enforced, particularly among those charged with patrolling the border.
Military: The NBR has a reputation for being of the largest and most well trained militaries of the world- even amongst its conscripted peasantry, but the lack of wealth within the state has severely limited its access to modern equipment. Outside of a few specialized Guard Regiments and the Royal Dragoons, the army was horrifically outdated. Infantry for the most part still carried pikes and outdated hand cannons, and outside of the Dragoons no cavalry carried any firearms at all. A large number of patrols around the border carried bows into their skirmishes with the raiders, and the rest stayed true to the lance and sword as their choice of arms. Indeed, most modern firearms in the army had been taken from raiders that had captured them from other parts of the continent. A lack of standardization was not as big of a concern to the military as a lack of supplies in general. Still, if ever supplied with modern arms and equipment the NBR would be a terrifying military force.
(Sample look of the NBR's army, in both winter and summer dress. The thick coats are often also employed by cavalry during the latter though, as a sort of makeshift armor. Excellent against edged weapons if little else.)
However, events far to the south would eventually have far reaching consequences in the region. The Grenheim Empire, having expanded to the point of being the absolute power on the continent, sent an offer to every noble in the north: Join the Empire and enjoy its added wealth and security for no loss in independence and autonomy. Almost immediately the nobles were split along two lines: The southern states unequivocally refused, but fear of a potential invasion caused a rapid series of treaties between the nobles in a race to unify before their southern neighbor could potentially invade.
However, in the north they were far more receptive to the idea. For centuries they had endured raids from their neighbors to the north, in addition to the constant feuds between the lords themselves. This, they saw, was an opportunity to both secure their southern border, and finally bring some stability to the region. They too, began uniting together, and the hundreds of independent barons, counties, and duchies soon merged into two entities: The North Basilevsa Confederation and the South Basilevsa Confederation. The SBC immediately declared war on the NBC before they could receive any aid from Grenheim, and the bloodiest war the region had ever seen began.
The NBC, however, had no interest in gaining aid from the Empire, not wanting to risk undermining the independence that the latter was offering. The two strongest families in the north, the Illyns and Melikovs, agreed to merge their power together and proceeded to dominate the NBC politically. In the south, no such clear leadership emerged, and coordination between their armies was often lacking, with petty disputes sometimes resulting in some lords completely refusing to back up others on the field of battle. It was this, and not any lack of strength or ability, that ultimately led to the NBC's bloody victory over their southern brothers.
Still, the lands were vast, and filled with countless bodies to conscript as soldiers. Despite constantly being on the losing side of many battles, the conflict took decades before the NBC could claim a decisive victory, and the scars of the war ran deep through the land. So deep, that public outcry in the north prevented their leaders from changing the name of the united nation to the Basilevsa Confederation, demanding that there always be a reminder of the north's triumph over the south. So, the NBC kept its name, and finally accepted the Emperor's (Or rather, his son's) offer to join Grenheim.
However, the "wealth" that had been hinted at by the Empire never seemed to materialize. Sure, favorable trade deals within the nation were available, but the NBC never was rich in resources to export. The Illyn-Melikov's, leaders of the united region, struggled with poverty and famine throughout their lands. Indeed, they often lacked the money to fund the extensive patrols needed along the northern border, and over time more and more towns were looted by raiders. Discontent among the commoners grew almost to the point of a bloody revolution. However, their leaders agreed to stop any uprising and attempt to overthrow their rulers on one condition: That the common people be allowed self-governance.
There was little actual choice in the matter, and the North Basilevsa Confederation transformed itself into the North Basilevsa Republic.
Still, it proved to be a wise move for the region. The people seemed more receptive to higher taxes from a government that they themselves elected, and soon funding for the army resumed- even if there was not always funding to actually arm the soldiers properly. Once raids from their northern neighbors were put a stop to once more, prosperity began returning to the region, and even if it was still poor compared to the rest of the empire a new age of entrepreneurs and a large working class to man the emerging advent of factories promised a new golden age for the region just beyond the horizon.
Culture: Bloodthirsty in war, charming in peace, the NBR and its people have often unnerved their southern neighbors with their seemingly unpredictable nature. The nobles, and now emerging class of wealthy businessmen, have always prided themselves on supposed sophistication compared to their southern neighbors. In the north knowledge and military prowess were both expected and demanded of the upper classes. However, they had never been particularly successful in politics outside of their own region. While it was true that sophistication was greatly valued, the rituals and social functions of southern nobility were alien to them and seen as a waste of time. To the south, the northern nobles were seen as uncultured brutes with a love of violence, and to the north the south seemed like a bunch of silly actors constantly performing in a play.
This was often exacerbated by differing religious beliefs. With their relatively late arrival to the empire, and isolated location, Adondeism never caught on within the NBR. Sure, there was a not-insignificant percentage of the population that were believer- especially with constant missions from the church taking place in the region- but most never subscribed to the belief that Adondeus was the great prophet that the church claimed. Indeed, most were still waiting on their prophet to arrive, and patiently tolerated the Church that they were presently chained to until the day where their beliefs could be proven false.
As for the people themselves there were three things valued more than anything else in the republic: Family, Work, and the Military. Towns were often centered around the local barracks, where men in their free time were permitted train in preparation for the next time conscription would be needed for the nation. This was taken up by more men than not- for relaxation was generally seen as distasteful. Even once one had earned their pay for the day, they were still expected to occupy themselves until sundown. For those that could read, the acquisition of knowledge was luckily considered work, but for the vast masses of illiterate men and women across the land this often meant hunting, woodcutting, or anything that prevent lazing around. Still, this was often not as bad as it might appear at first glance. The value of family time meant frequent breaks throughout the day to stop by their homes, sit down for tea, and spend time with their spouses and children. Indeed, in spite of their long work days it often seemed as if the people of the NBR actually spent less time than others breaking their backs.
In smaller villages, there was often a great hall where all the villagers would gather after sundown to drink, dance, and catch up on the news of the day. As villages grew into towns and cities the great halls were often replaced with smaller bars and pubs, but the practice remained. Among the wealthy and nobility this gave drinking the stigma of being a hobby of the poor, and teetotalism was often expected, or at least it was expected that any drinking be done privately in one's own study. The military too was expected to remain sober, but in practice this was never enforced, particularly among those charged with patrolling the border.
Military: The NBR has a reputation for being of the largest and most well trained militaries of the world- even amongst its conscripted peasantry, but the lack of wealth within the state has severely limited its access to modern equipment. Outside of a few specialized Guard Regiments and the Royal Dragoons, the army was horrifically outdated. Infantry for the most part still carried pikes and outdated hand cannons, and outside of the Dragoons no cavalry carried any firearms at all. A large number of patrols around the border carried bows into their skirmishes with the raiders, and the rest stayed true to the lance and sword as their choice of arms. Indeed, most modern firearms in the army had been taken from raiders that had captured them from other parts of the continent. A lack of standardization was not as big of a concern to the military as a lack of supplies in general. Still, if ever supplied with modern arms and equipment the NBR would be a terrifying military force.
(Sample look of the NBR's army, in both winter and summer dress. The thick coats are often also employed by cavalry during the latter though, as a sort of makeshift armor. Excellent against edged weapons if little else.)
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I assure you this isn't dead @Pink Khione@ImAMushie are you two still here? Haven't been able to get a hold of you in the discord.
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