[OOC] The City Of Luce Prima (Supernatural creature RP)

[Polaris North]

Oh gosh I still haven't created a character and the IC is coming soon

Panic

Well, time to get started I suppose.

[13org]

Done!!

Just waiting for Roccan's final Ok to post it on the character tab!

Nenetl

Nenetl

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Basic Information

Name: Nenetl Nenetl

Age: 19 (technically, over 490)
Gender: Female
Height: 1,68m
Race: Witch / Shaman

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Physical Appearance

Nenetl's appearance is quite something. Wearing a skin tight black shirt to hide her chest and abdomen, which are covered by tribal tattoos, her uncommon ritualistic robes adorned with feathers, beads and decorations made of bone and even a necklace made of the same material give her an incredibly exotic appearance, coupled with her skin tone and the unusual way her hair is tied, with two bronze decorations ending in two crescent blades. The black lipstick and makeup coupled with her unusual eyes make her even more exotic.

Her choice for clothes is certainly unique. Hailing from the deepest parts of the Central American jungle where few dare to go, she favors light clothes and doesn't wear shoes as she prefers to feel the earth with her bare skin. When necessary, she wear shoes made of cloth, similar to bandages.

Standing at 1,68m, Nenetl has a curvaceous and gracious body, but beneath her smooth skin, she hides well toned muscles giving her an exotic beauty.

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Personality

Nenetl is a strong woman. The way she walks, her expression... All that contributes to the strong aura she emits. It's undeniable that she had quite an impacting presence. Be it because of her appearance or her personality, its almost impossible to ignore her.
Regarding her personality, Nenetl is rarely in a bad mood. Although she is a serious woman when she needs to be, amongst friends, she is rather easygoing and enjoys a good conversation, even though sometimes she might prefer being alone.

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Belongings

- Animal Leather Pouch and Bone Dagger: Inside the animal leather pouch on her belt, there is a thin, needle like bone dagger, carved with an intricate pattern. Made of an unusually strong bone, it is used both for rituals and as a backup weapon.

- Crescent Pendulum: Previously, it was the head of a big ritualistic axe, used for executions and blood offerings. Now, she uses it with a strip of silk as a weapon and as a medium for her rituals.

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History

History

The Aztec empire. One of the biggest and bloodiest empires of the pre Colombian civilizations, flourished on a soil bathed by gold and blood, it's safe to say that the amount of blood sacrifices and bloodshed due to the conflicts between empires was enough to alter the flow of magic on that location. The native shamans and mages already knew about that, and often used that abundance of magic due to the favorable geographic location to make their empires prosper even more. In their endless greed for more gold and power, the flow of magic, the souls of the dead and the spirits of the land started getting out of control... Even though all those sensitive enough to the supernatural could tell that, the human greed knows no boundaries... As the blood flowed through the stone steps, bathing their temples and the soil... The very thing that made that empire flourish, was just one small thread away from sending it back to nothing. When other civilizations from beyond the sea came, invading that earth and bringing their greed with them and completely slaughtering the Aztecs, the land could take no more. It was at the brink of catastrophe... Ignoring their own lives and their own kin's, a group of shamans conducted a ritual in one of the last temple that wasn't completely destroyed by the invaders, sacrificing their own lives and a pure child's life to try and contain the huge outburst of magic.

There is where Nenetl's story begins...

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Nenetl was the youngest child of a long lineage of shamans. Born and raised in a place teeming with magic, it was only natural for her to have an incredible affinity to it... Even though she was just a child, the fact that she was a shaman gave her much more importance than a common person. Raised in a prospering civilization, everything couldn't be more perfect. The Aztec empire seemed to be unbeatable. But everything changed when the Spaniards invaded. With their powerful guns, the powerful Aztec swords, spears and their mighty warriors were useless... Their cunning tactics and powerful weaponry far surpassed anything the Aztecs could even imagine... Even though the bloodshed was not strange to Nenetl, as she already did blood sacrifices even when young, there was another thing going on that left the powerful Aztec shamans unable to do anything to answer to the Spaniard invasion...

After years and years of blood sacrifices, conflicts and rituals, bathing the earth with blood, the flow of magic became too strong and distorted. In order to contain an outburst of magic, there was only one thing to do...
Ignoring their own empire, their own kin and forfeiting their own lives, the shamans opted to do what they should have been doing for a long time... Their negligence in fulfilling their duties of maintaining the balance to favor their own empire was finally taking its toll...

On the day that the ritual would be performed, Nenetl was not afraid, nor sad, instead she displayed no emotions. Now with 18 years, she knew deep down inside that it was time to pay for not only her negligence, but the other shamans as well. As they made their procession to the top of the pyramid, their expressions were of shame and guilt. They were the only ones accountable for that disaster. Blinded and consumed by their own greed, the time to pay the price had finally come...

One by one, the ceremonial axe descended, cutting their heads clean off as their blood bathed the stone steps. From older to younger, they would sacrifice themselves, then the remaining shamans would swiftly take out the deceased's heart, placing it on a bowl together with the others. One after another, they silently fulfilled their duties until Nenetl was the last one remaining.

Nenetl knew that her part was the hardest one. She would have to quickly take out her own heart and place it on the bowl before dying.
Ironically enough, the one to pay the heftiest price, was the youngest one, who wasn't nearly as guilty as the older ones...

Holding the ceremonial bone knife pointed to her chest, Nenetl looked up, to the sun shining over their heads, as if it was patiently waiting for the ritual's completion. She was nervous not with her death, but with the ritual. She didn't know if she would be able to deal with the pain and complete the ritual...

"Tonatiuh, give me Nanauatzin's determination, help me to complete the ritual..." Nenetl said, in a prayer to the god of sun and the previous god of sun, who had sacrificed himself in a fire so that the sun should continue to shine over the world.

As Nenetl plunged the dagger into her chest, she screamed with pain. She could feel it piercing her chest, forcibly cutting her arteries, carving a path around her heart.

"Just... a... bit... more..." She thought to herself, as she struggled to stay conscious although she was already feeling her arms and legs loosing their strength.

It didn't matter how much she tried, the loss of blood was too much as she found herself without strength to even keep herself standing up, falling on her knees...

She opened her mouth in a silent lament as her voice failed her. Crawling towards the stone bowl where the other hearts were, tears rolled down her face. She failed. She had no strength left to even hold the dagger anymore...
As she fell on the ground to her last breath, the bowl fell off the sacrifical table, bathing her with the blood of the other shamans, as their hearts fell over her. The ritual failed. The ensuing magic outburst would be enough to wipe the entire Aztec territory off the map...

Her vision, red with the blood of the very shamans who created her started to become dark. The last thing she could see and hear was the sun on the sky and a thunderous crack as the pyramid opened beneath her, sending her to what would be her cold, stony tomb.

"...failed..." Nenetl thought with her last breath...

A long time passed, the Aztec empire was forgotten, everything that they did, everything that they were was now lost to the ages, together with the ruins of the pyramid Nenetl died... The ruins, forgotten and untouched for centuries, were still there, exactly how they were over four hundred years ago.

Amongst the ruins, covered with plants and skeletons, Nenetl opened her eyes once more, with a panicked gasp. Where the dagger once were on her chest, now was covered with an intricate tattoo, glowing with a faint blood red color and covering all her abdomen.
Dizzy and confused, the first thing she did was to get out of the ruins. After a long time moving the stones she was finally out.
Surrounded by a forest, she looked up, only to see the sun once more. Exactly the same way it was when she 'died'.

Right at the entrance of the ruins, the ceremonial axe's head stood there, completely untouched by the time, side by side with the ceremonial bone dagger she plunged into her chest centuries ago...

Nenetl didn't know what happened on the day she died, but she was alive once more. Standing over the grass, feeling the sun kissing her skin... She still remembered the pain, the shame and guilt she felt... They were all too real, but even though... she was there, standing up, breathing... alive.

Getting the bone knife and the ceremonial crescent axe head, she stumbled through the forest, wearing the same clothes she was wearing on the day she 'died'... This time, she wouldn't fail...

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Abilities/Skills

Shamanism - Nenetl is a shaman, a bridge that links this world to the spiritual world. She is able to sense spirits and see the spiritual world (limited precognition or retrocognition)
Using dances and sacrifices (often using a drop of blood, either her own or someone else's), she can conjure minor spirits such as elementals to strengthen her own body and physical capabilities, imbue her weapon with elemental energy and even change the weather.

Nenetl is also able to make spiritual contracts either with spirits. Although spiritual contracts are a hard and lengthy thing to do, requiring some preparation, they cannot be violated by any means. These contracts can do many things, but they need to be accepted by either parties. As a basic rule of any spiritual contract, it cannot create anything out of nothing. It can only link, transfer or bind.

All in all, there are a lot of things that Nenetl can do, but she always need to offer a sacrifice (a drop of blood would suffice for minor spirits such as the ones to strengthen her body, her physical abilities and most elemental spirits) and if she tries to conjure a powerful spirit, she needs to give something more, since the spirit itself will demand an equal exchange.
Dealing with powerful spirits (differently from elemental spirits) its incredibly tricky, since they are intelligent and if you do something wrong, including messing up the ritual they can and will possess the shaman.

By projecting her spirit out of her body (her body enters a coma like state) she is able to directly interact with the spiritual realm, and effectively 'spirit walk', going as far as temporarily sealing someone's magic.

While in combat, Nenetl can use this ability when directly touching someone, sending a pulse of spiritual energy from her soul in order to seal a target's magic abilities for a small period of time.

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Other

- Nenetl (pronounced Nenet) in Nahuatl means "Doll" or "Idol".

- Part of Nenetl's tattoos can be seen even over the black shirt as they glow with a faint, but noticeable blood red color.

- She loves chocolate, coffee and pepper. She doesn't know exactly why, but those things are certainly her weak spot.

[Trainerblue192]

@13org

She's sooooo cute!!!

[Sewer Rat]

Question, we CAN make our own races?

[13org]

@Typhon

Yup! Any race that wasn't mentioned by @RoccanIronclad can be submitted to him for approval.

Both Jorogumo and Kitsune were submitted by players.

It's actually written in the rules XD

[twave]

@Typhon

Yup! Any race that wasn't mentioned by @RoccanIronclad can be submitted to him for approval.

Both Jorogumo and Kitsune were player made.

It's actually written in the rules XD

@13org

They're not made by us, just submitted.

[13org]

@t2wave

Yeah, I know. Poor choice of words. It's 2:40am here and I can't sleep T__T

And calm down... I was just trying to help...
Is there anything wrong with trying to be helpful?

It's the same thing when I was joking on the last page... You were the first to immediately post "patience?"

I did nothing at all... Calm down...

[RoccanIronclad]

I have added a discord server to the first post if anyone is interested.

[twave]

@13org I am calm. I think you misunderstand since text is a terrible medium be which to convey tone.

[13org]

@t2wave

Even through text, it is completely possible to pass a condescending tone.

Again, I don't know if that was your intention, but especially the calm down post sounded incredibly condescending to me...

[twave]

Sorry.

[RoccanIronclad]

IC is up and open, time starts a couple weeks after the end of isolation, you can recount your journey if you wish, though no obligation.

[Aura]

Do you think it would make sense for someone to be just getting there?

[Obscene Symphony]

@Aura That's what I'm doing, so I hope so!

[RoccanIronclad]

People will be coming and going all the time that way players can too

[13org]

WAIT! DID SOMEONE JUST SAY COFFEE?
- Nenetl

[RoccanIronclad]

Ermagerd cerrfee

[13org]

Coffee detected.

Other than that, slight writers block lol XD

Sorry for the delay

[Trainerblue192]

@13org

I'll wait for Vampy to reply before I reply back ;p seems I'm gonna be growing coffee now xD

[13org]

@Trainerblue192

and pepper.... and cocoa...