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- Karna Belladawn
- Eldrid Isfjellbarn
- Astoria Ocenade
- Kim Lien
- Klaus D'Arnagan
- Ourania Clavis
- Arcturus Tannhauser
- Cadeyrn Lightcaller
- Kvasir
- Sebastian Alexander Lee
- William Jay Vectis
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Personality
Poised, graceful, and with one hell of a resting bitch face, at first Nia comes off as a quiet girl. So long as she keeps her mouth closed, she can be mistaken for a cold if somewhat distant person. The truth is the complete opposite; her cheerful and bubbly way of thinking often dominating everything she says the second she starts talking. She has no issues offering her opinion on a matter, and is generally open minded, making her easy to talk to and she can talk to just about anyone. She has a rather positive deposition, an optimistic view on nearly everything, and likes to look for the silver linings in even the worst situations. She will never let you down, even the idea of disappointing someone makes her always put in her total effort. As a result she is quick to help out those in need. Still, she puts a lot of pressure on herself even if she is told to take it easy.
Polite and usually keeping a calm head, she comes off as more of a caretaker than a wizard. Despite her warm and gentle nature, however, she seems to avoid opening up to people even though she likes it when people confide in her. Her tendency to keep people at a distance is somewhat contradictory, often confusing people, and she has a lot of trouble expressing her emotions properly. Should she be crossed, she keeps her gentle demeanor, though becomes exceedingly passive aggressive. Her observational skills are astute and she weaponizes it when she's angry or annoyed, taking a delight in honing in on people's weaknesses, addressing them with a misleading smile.
Appearance
Standing at a height of 5"8', Nia is a lovely girl with fair skin and long, pink hair. Her big, baby blue eyes are her most noticeable feature, her heart shaped face giving her a rather innocent look. She has a fairly slim body type with a few curves, a modest bust and hips, and willowy legs. She tends to move gracefully and often has a gentle expression. Her clothing leans towards elegant, preferring clothing that flows with her.
“Let's all do our best, okay?”
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Ourania Clavis
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Happily insists on being called Nia.
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Happily active for almost four months!
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Born to Governor Uranis and his wife Raine, Ourania was raised in a sheltered environment. Aside from questionable parenting choices, there wasn't much excitement in her life until she finally received her mother's blessing to start making contracts with Celestial Spirits. She naively assumed that she would get to spend the better part of her life studying the spirits and practicing magic, only to be given a rude wakeup call in the form of an arranged marriage. The fire of rebellion was sparked afterwards, and with keys and a few belongings in hand, Nia left her home in search of adventure.
It was easier said than done, with her mother often using her father's influence to send out a bill to multiple guilds to return her. It happened about three times until Nia finally wised up to it, devising up a better-thought out plan of escape. To ensure her success, she played along while doing a little research on where to go. She decided she would get as far away as she could, out of any of her family's reach, and settled on White Harbor as her destination.
There was a minor hitch in her plan, but she delayed it until the last possible minute, fleeing the estate and jumping on a ship. After arriving, she realized just how harsh the area was and made her first priority finding some sort of employment. While at the tavern, she overheard a pair complaining about the current guild. As far as she was aware, she hadn't heard of any guild in the area, and realized it was the perfect place to work and hide among the other wizards. She arrived at the guild hall still wearing her wedding dress, asking to be let in.
It was easier said than done, with her mother often using her father's influence to send out a bill to multiple guilds to return her. It happened about three times until Nia finally wised up to it, devising up a better-thought out plan of escape. To ensure her success, she played along while doing a little research on where to go. She decided she would get as far away as she could, out of any of her family's reach, and settled on White Harbor as her destination.
There was a minor hitch in her plan, but she delayed it until the last possible minute, fleeing the estate and jumping on a ship. After arriving, she realized just how harsh the area was and made her first priority finding some sort of employment. While at the tavern, she overheard a pair complaining about the current guild. As far as she was aware, she hadn't heard of any guild in the area, and realized it was the perfect place to work and hide among the other wizards. She arrived at the guild hall still wearing her wedding dress, asking to be let in.
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{ Celestial Spirit Magic }
Nia is a Celestial Wizard whose magic comes in the form of using Celestial Spirit Gate Keys. Celestial Spirit Gate Keys are magical keys that can be used to summon Celestial Spirits, powerful beings from another dimension. Her specialization is utilizing the Star Dress spell, a Celestial Spirit Magic Spell in which the user incorporates the power of a Celestial Spirit into their body. The power manifests itself in the form of a wardrobe change in the form of an outfit centered around the Spirit in question's own wardrobe. By adopting the powers and appearance of the Spirit they choose, the user also adopts a portion of their powers, being able to make use of their magic.
Nia is a Celestial Wizard whose magic comes in the form of using Celestial Spirit Gate Keys. Celestial Spirit Gate Keys are magical keys that can be used to summon Celestial Spirits, powerful beings from another dimension. Her specialization is utilizing the Star Dress spell, a Celestial Spirit Magic Spell in which the user incorporates the power of a Celestial Spirit into their body. The power manifests itself in the form of a wardrobe change in the form of an outfit centered around the Spirit in question's own wardrobe. By adopting the powers and appearance of the Spirit they choose, the user also adopts a portion of their powers, being able to make use of their magic.
[ Gate of the Water Bearer: Aquarius ]
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Summons the water bearer, Aquarius. The spirit's temperament and outright refusal to follow orders often results in the two bickering whenever she is summoned. She has mastered the Star Dress Form associated, gaining the powers of the celestial spirit. Aquarius' domain is Water Magic, granting her the ability to manipulate the element.
[ Gate of the Maiden: Virgo ]
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Summons the maiden, Virgo. A stiff spirit, despite obeying any orders to a tee, she often insists on being punished immediately afterwards, much to Nia's dismay and discomfort. She has mastered the Star Dress Form associated, gaining the powers of the celestial spirit. Virgo's doman is Earth Magic, granting her the ability to manipulate the element.
[ Gate of the Charioteer: Auriga ]
Summons a chariot pulled by a horse named Auriga.
[ Gate of the Shield : Scutum ]
Summons a grand shield whose size can increase depending on the user's power.
[ Gate of the Mirror: Meissa ]
Summons a a celestial being named Meissa that has a pair of mirrors that enable communication between them.
[ Gate of the Glass: Telescopium ]
Summons a spyglass used to see over far distances.
[ Gate of the Lyre: Lyra ]
Summons a lyre player whose voice and music are considered otherworldly.
[ Gate of the Furnace: Fornax]
Summons a small furnace that emits warmth around the area. Leaves everyone feeling nice and toasty.
[ Gate of Canis Minor: Nikola]
Summons a small dog. Friendly and cute, he makes for a good companion.
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Summons the water bearer, Aquarius. The spirit's temperament and outright refusal to follow orders often results in the two bickering whenever she is summoned. She has mastered the Star Dress Form associated, gaining the powers of the celestial spirit. Aquarius' domain is Water Magic, granting her the ability to manipulate the element.
[ Gate of the Maiden: Virgo ]
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Summons the maiden, Virgo. A stiff spirit, despite obeying any orders to a tee, she often insists on being punished immediately afterwards, much to Nia's dismay and discomfort. She has mastered the Star Dress Form associated, gaining the powers of the celestial spirit. Virgo's doman is Earth Magic, granting her the ability to manipulate the element.
[ Gate of the Charioteer: Auriga ]
Summons a chariot pulled by a horse named Auriga.
[ Gate of the Shield : Scutum ]
Summons a grand shield whose size can increase depending on the user's power.
[ Gate of the Mirror: Meissa ]
Summons a a celestial being named Meissa that has a pair of mirrors that enable communication between them.
[ Gate of the Glass: Telescopium ]
Summons a spyglass used to see over far distances.
[ Gate of the Lyre: Lyra ]
Summons a lyre player whose voice and music are considered otherworldly.
[ Gate of the Furnace: Fornax]
Summons a small furnace that emits warmth around the area. Leaves everyone feeling nice and toasty.
[ Gate of Canis Minor: Nikola]
Summons a small dog. Friendly and cute, he makes for a good companion.
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- High magic stamina
- High physical prowess and durability when using Star Dress
- Knowledgeable on magic
- Reliant on Star Dress for physical prowess
- Reliant on keys for magic
- Low physical strength
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She occasionally lets slip details about her past, but outright refuses to talk about it even when caught.
Contrary to the image above, her usual outfit is more weather appropriate.
The Clavis family was once hailed as a pioneer in magical item production, though it has been a long time since they had contributed to any recent discoveries. They have left their mark on Celestial Key creations, a majority of Bronze and Silver key designs credited to them.
She apparently has a contract with another Celestial Spirit, but left the key behind when she left her home.
Contrary to the image above, her usual outfit is more weather appropriate.
The Clavis family was once hailed as a pioneer in magical item production, though it has been a long time since they had contributed to any recent discoveries. They have left their mark on Celestial Key creations, a majority of Bronze and Silver key designs credited to them.
She apparently has a contract with another Celestial Spirit, but left the key behind when she left her home.
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Personality
Boisterous and foolhardy, Eldrid embodies the wild spirit of the northern marches from which she originates. The girl had always been tempestuous, acting upon whims and heated emotions with a reckless lack of forethought, and the introduction of dragon's blood to her body has done little in the way of taming her stormy temperament. Equal parts passionate and stubborn, she has the tendency to be obstinate over matters trivial or dire, believing wholly in her own correctness over evidence overwhelming. Such a disposition stems from a strong sense of pride she holds, one that is easily offended. While she is volatile and quick-tempered, she is also equally fast to forgive, often opting to settle disagreements and insults with a bout of physical confrontation. Only when she is denied such a conclusion, or made the victim of a truly heinous crime, does she hold a grudge. Such grudges, hard-won as a result of her relatively carefree nature, are long standing and difficult to overcome.
Owing to her devil-may-care approach to life, Eldrid does not take well to authority. She takes great joy in her independence, and the ability to exercise her wanderlust that accompanies it. Being forced into a regimented system in which she must go to her betters before acting flies directly in the face of her impulsive, freedom loving nature. She works best when left to her own devices, and believes all people truly crave to live as she does. Only when she has garnered a true respect for someone—either by strength of arms or character—does she acquiesce to orders and requests without complaint.
Eldrid is also quite covetous, primarily of worldly wealth. She never bedecks herself with finery, but she will voraciously horde valuable assets if given the ability, leading to some... contentious relations with the law. Some might summarize it a result of her draconic nature. Eldrid herself is not so introspective.
Appearance
Eldrid, while not a traditional beauty, takes great pride in her appearance. She stands taller than most women that she knows—just a few inches shy of six feet tall—and possesses a hard, athletic frame to accompany it. Her apricot skin is as rough as her nature, covered here and there by ridges of scar tissue earned from various scraps and battles long past, the most prominent of which stretches from cheek to forehead across her left eye. Wild, wavy red locks of hair cascade every which way from her head, framing the sharp features of her face in an inferno as fiery as her magic. Her eyes are a rich teal in color, and typically hold either an amused mirth, or headstrong glint.
On matters of wardrobe, she is not particularly picky. Simple tunics and utilitarian trousers suit her purposes, and she tends to favor tough leather boots over lesser footwear that wouldn't hold up to the north's conditions. She does have a tendency to dress lightly, specifically swearing off sleeved garments, as their constrictive nature is an affront to her physique. The origin of her magic ensures she does not suffer for this decision.
“Fucked up how a goblet is a cup and not a little goblin.”
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my father was a gamer... and a fiend.
Eldrid Isfjellbarn
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Fire Autist
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Somewhere you don't wanna see, son.
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Eldrid was born the youngest daughter of a woodsman and his homemaker wife, in the village of Stenhus. Built in the border-marches of Fiore, where the land of man and those of the ancients began to blend, the village was home to a hardy folk, many of whom had set off for lives of adventure and fortune rather than toil in the frigid cold of the far north. Eldrid was one such individual, who from the time she was old enough to listen to stories at the lap of her grandparents, wished to see the world outside their humble hamlet. But life so close to the mystical was dangerous, and she was but a small girl. As such she spent most of her life behind the safe palisade walls of her hometown.
But she could only remain a small girl for so long. As she grew so too did her wanderlust, and with it, her resentment towards the restrictions imposed upon her. Her father had staunchly forbid her from wandering off to become another foolhardy casualty for some horrid abomination, like her brother before her had done. She balked under this, yearning to see what all the world had to offer outside of snowy peaks and fir trees. When a great fire befell the woodlands outside the village, talk came to the townsfolk that a monster had taken refuge in the mountains, leaving carnage and destruction in its wake. She was forbidden to leave even on the occasional errand, for fear she would do something as foolish as attempt to track the beast.
It went without saying that the moment she was capable, she did exactly that. Making off into the night while her family slept, the young rebel disappeared into the hills with a warm cloak and all the determination.
She had thirsted all her life to be as the heroes in her elder's tales, and now she had her chance! It was too good for her to pass up, and so she spent the dark hours clamoring up rocky terrain until it became slopes, and slopes until they became craggy goat paths. The gossip said the beast had taken roost in the caverns atop the great stony monoliths that she had grown beneath the shadows of, and she meant to see it with her own eyes. By the time the sun had risen, she had found the trail of carnage the monster had churned up, and steeled herself as she approached its den, a cavern system carved by spring streams into the interior of the mountain.
What she found both shocked and amazed her. The beast truly was great, a dragon of all things, like the ones from the stories. It was truly worthy of her wonder... but the glory of the monster was not what shocked her. Massive and majestic as it may have once been, the great reptilian creature had been laid low, injured beyond a measure even dragonkind had hope to survive. What could have done such a thing to such a powerful being was beyond the mind of a simple, stupid girl who had climbed a mountain for the privilege of witnessing it. She had more pressing concerns to attend to, for the dragon remained just lucid enough in its mortally wounded state to perceive her presence. Using what little strength it had left, the great magical beast bellowed, and in an instant she disappeared with a snap into its massive maw.
It rightly should have been her end, there and then, killed for her rebuke of authority and logic. But she was spared. While her father had always told her that her defiant nature would be her end, it was just that which allowed Eldrid to live on, rather than succumb to despair and perish in the frozen cold. With her teeth, she ripped into its flesh, and it was this flesh that would sustain her, the furnace like warmth that permeated its body even in death allowing her to stave off frozen night after frozen night. She supped on its insides and drank of its blood. Gruesome as it was, it gave her strength, and filled her with vigor. It must have been a week or more before she managed to eat her way out of the dragon's corpse, emerging from her viscera cocoon a changed girl.
The trip back home from there was of little consequence compared to the ordeal within the cave, and when she was met not with opened arms, but by her father's enraged lecturing, she had made up her mind; her home would be the world now, just as she had always desired. If she could survive a dragon, what more could there be to stop her?
She had only been sixteen years old then. Two years prior to her arrival at White Harbor, having spent them journeying around the north of Fiore, honing her body, hardening her will, and perhaps most importantly, learning to utilize the strange gifts that had accompanied her consumption of that dragon so long ago. Upon hearing that the town played host to its very own Mage's Guild, she decided to investigate for her own benefit. The rest, as they say, is history.
But she could only remain a small girl for so long. As she grew so too did her wanderlust, and with it, her resentment towards the restrictions imposed upon her. Her father had staunchly forbid her from wandering off to become another foolhardy casualty for some horrid abomination, like her brother before her had done. She balked under this, yearning to see what all the world had to offer outside of snowy peaks and fir trees. When a great fire befell the woodlands outside the village, talk came to the townsfolk that a monster had taken refuge in the mountains, leaving carnage and destruction in its wake. She was forbidden to leave even on the occasional errand, for fear she would do something as foolish as attempt to track the beast.
It went without saying that the moment she was capable, she did exactly that. Making off into the night while her family slept, the young rebel disappeared into the hills with a warm cloak and all the determination.
She had thirsted all her life to be as the heroes in her elder's tales, and now she had her chance! It was too good for her to pass up, and so she spent the dark hours clamoring up rocky terrain until it became slopes, and slopes until they became craggy goat paths. The gossip said the beast had taken roost in the caverns atop the great stony monoliths that she had grown beneath the shadows of, and she meant to see it with her own eyes. By the time the sun had risen, she had found the trail of carnage the monster had churned up, and steeled herself as she approached its den, a cavern system carved by spring streams into the interior of the mountain.
What she found both shocked and amazed her. The beast truly was great, a dragon of all things, like the ones from the stories. It was truly worthy of her wonder... but the glory of the monster was not what shocked her. Massive and majestic as it may have once been, the great reptilian creature had been laid low, injured beyond a measure even dragonkind had hope to survive. What could have done such a thing to such a powerful being was beyond the mind of a simple, stupid girl who had climbed a mountain for the privilege of witnessing it. She had more pressing concerns to attend to, for the dragon remained just lucid enough in its mortally wounded state to perceive her presence. Using what little strength it had left, the great magical beast bellowed, and in an instant she disappeared with a snap into its massive maw.
It rightly should have been her end, there and then, killed for her rebuke of authority and logic. But she was spared. While her father had always told her that her defiant nature would be her end, it was just that which allowed Eldrid to live on, rather than succumb to despair and perish in the frozen cold. With her teeth, she ripped into its flesh, and it was this flesh that would sustain her, the furnace like warmth that permeated its body even in death allowing her to stave off frozen night after frozen night. She supped on its insides and drank of its blood. Gruesome as it was, it gave her strength, and filled her with vigor. It must have been a week or more before she managed to eat her way out of the dragon's corpse, emerging from her viscera cocoon a changed girl.
The trip back home from there was of little consequence compared to the ordeal within the cave, and when she was met not with opened arms, but by her father's enraged lecturing, she had made up her mind; her home would be the world now, just as she had always desired. If she could survive a dragon, what more could there be to stop her?
She had only been sixteen years old then. Two years prior to her arrival at White Harbor, having spent them journeying around the north of Fiore, honing her body, hardening her will, and perhaps most importantly, learning to utilize the strange gifts that had accompanied her consumption of that dragon so long ago. Upon hearing that the town played host to its very own Mage's Guild, she decided to investigate for her own benefit. The rest, as they say, is history.
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Fire Dragon Slayer Magic
Fire Dragon Slayer Magic is a form of Dragon Slayer Magic that allows its user to generate and manipulate the element in question. Like other forms of Dragon Slayer magic, it also imbues the user with an immunity to their element's detrimental effects, bestows them with enhanced senses, and allows them to consume their element to restore their magical energy.
Fire Dragon Slayer Magic is a form of Dragon Slayer Magic that allows its user to generate and manipulate the element in question. Like other forms of Dragon Slayer magic, it also imbues the user with an immunity to their element's detrimental effects, bestows them with enhanced senses, and allows them to consume their element to restore their magical energy.
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+ Overwhelming Determination
To call Eldrid stubborn is an understatement, and she possesses a vast depth of willpower to call upon when she—or an ideal she holds dear—is challenged. One is more likely to break her body before then can break her spirit, which considering the former's toughness, is quite a feat. This trait is especially valuable to one who possesses Fire Dragon Slayer magic, as her passionate refusal to surrender only causes her flames to burn all the hotter.
+ Unusually Durable
More of an innate quality than anything born from training, Eldrid's body is surprisingly sturdy. She is difficult to injure, withstanding powerful blows and debilitating conditions that might quickly fell lesser combatants without succumbing. Such a trait might have been the very reason for her acquisition of magic in the first place; the inside of a dragon tends to be quite inhospitable.
- Internalized Misogyny
Eldrid has no weakness, because weaknesses are for women.
To call Eldrid stubborn is an understatement, and she possesses a vast depth of willpower to call upon when she—or an ideal she holds dear—is challenged. One is more likely to break her body before then can break her spirit, which considering the former's toughness, is quite a feat. This trait is especially valuable to one who possesses Fire Dragon Slayer magic, as her passionate refusal to surrender only causes her flames to burn all the hotter.
+ Unusually Durable
More of an innate quality than anything born from training, Eldrid's body is surprisingly sturdy. She is difficult to injure, withstanding powerful blows and debilitating conditions that might quickly fell lesser combatants without succumbing. Such a trait might have been the very reason for her acquisition of magic in the first place; the inside of a dragon tends to be quite inhospitable.
- Internalized Misogyny
Eldrid has no weakness, because weaknesses are for women.
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my father was a gamer... and a fiend.
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Oft described as in the upper tiers of B-Rank ascension has allowed her, along with her reputation as Harbor nobility, to become one of the more prominent members of Winter’s Blade. A Caster-type honed by her dual natures, Karna has become highly skilled with healing magic and light magic alike.
However, a guild brings social responsibilities… and Karna is not adept at dealing with such things despite her experience as a member of the Fiore nobility. Karna is cold like the ice and snow, remarks upon few words, and generally is obtusely blunt in any conversation that isn’t related to a niche interest or the logistics of Fiore politics. She doesn’t feel comfortable around gossip, loathes physical touch, and constantly over-analyzes herself and others despite most often not having all of the facts and figures to come to a fair or sensible conclusion. Put her at the front of a strategy game, intellectual conversation, or piano and Karna will fare well enough, but anything else? You may as well be talking to a snowman.
At 4’11”, Karna is on the shorter end of the spectrum, though northern Fiore also breeds a taller stock of people compared to the other regions of the Kingdom so she's one growth spurt away from joining the ranks of her bedfellows. In regards to her appearance, Karna’s hair is as white as snow or as glimmering silver as the moonlight. Her hair is worn long although she has worn it in many different styles throughout her teenaged years. Her eyes are a pinkish-red that at times can appear close to crimson, though such an appearance is rare as Karna’s resolve and temper are hard to inspire.
In terms of attire she wears conservative garb with long northern cloaks. A runestone amulet hangs from her neck indicating her membership of the royal ancestry of the ruling dynasty of White Harbor.
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Karna Belladawn
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Bella, Karna
Gender
Female
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17
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B
Guild Membership Status
Karna has been a member of Winter’s Blade for the entirety of its creation, a situation that came to be when her father told Aiden Cross she would be put under his watch for "magical" reasons. She has found it a better place for her than sitting in isolation in her bedroom within the Great Hall of White Harbor and hopes to one day help it become the most prominent guild in all of Fiore.
Guild Seal Location
At the center of her leftmost forearm.
History
Karna Belladawn is without a doubt, one of the coldest girls in all of White Harbor.
Born to the Lord of the Harbor, Karna has found herself in a particular political situation that seems to be the growing norm in Fiore. Future leaders masquerading as adventurers to find purpose and duty. Of course, Karna’s interest in “adventure” is a lot different than it might mean for older, more independent nobles. When it comes down to it, the only reason that Karna moved away from her father’s longhouse was largely due to her parents and their wishes for her to have more practical guidance and to find a way to cause her to remove herself from her shell. A future leader of White Harbor is not going to fair well with being docile and inexperienced, so it was decided for her that when Aiden Cross decided to locate his guild in White Harbor that it was the best opportunity to force Karna to be placed in a different environment. A place that expected her to do things.
This is not to say her father doesn’t have plans for her beyond the guild, but he needs her to be able to be confident if a budding marriage arrangement with the Iceberg Kingdom is going to work in the near future. It is worth noting that this is not a secret arrangement of any kind, either. Karna knows, albeit roughly, of the potential husband that her father is looking to as a future leader of the Harbor. Truth be told, Karna understands her responsibilities and her father’s expectations more than anyone else. This may be a testament to the fact that unlike other Fiore nobility, her father is aggressively honest with her about his plans and diplomatic ideas. The silver-haired girl still isn’t sure how to process her role, but it is what it is.
For now, she's a member of Winter's Blade. She's afraid she'll never come out of her shell how her parents want her too, though.
Born to the Lord of the Harbor, Karna has found herself in a particular political situation that seems to be the growing norm in Fiore. Future leaders masquerading as adventurers to find purpose and duty. Of course, Karna’s interest in “adventure” is a lot different than it might mean for older, more independent nobles. When it comes down to it, the only reason that Karna moved away from her father’s longhouse was largely due to her parents and their wishes for her to have more practical guidance and to find a way to cause her to remove herself from her shell. A future leader of White Harbor is not going to fair well with being docile and inexperienced, so it was decided for her that when Aiden Cross decided to locate his guild in White Harbor that it was the best opportunity to force Karna to be placed in a different environment. A place that expected her to do things.
This is not to say her father doesn’t have plans for her beyond the guild, but he needs her to be able to be confident if a budding marriage arrangement with the Iceberg Kingdom is going to work in the near future. It is worth noting that this is not a secret arrangement of any kind, either. Karna knows, albeit roughly, of the potential husband that her father is looking to as a future leader of the Harbor. Truth be told, Karna understands her responsibilities and her father’s expectations more than anyone else. This may be a testament to the fact that unlike other Fiore nobility, her father is aggressively honest with her about his plans and diplomatic ideas. The silver-haired girl still isn’t sure how to process her role, but it is what it is.
For now, she's a member of Winter's Blade. She's afraid she'll never come out of her shell how her parents want her too, though.
Magic
Healing Magic
Inherited from her mother, Aina, Karna has had the ability to use Healing Magic since she was barely old enough to walk. An exceptionally rare form of magic with caster and holder properties, Healing Magic grants its users the ability of its namesake—to heal any kind of injury or ailment that can befall the mortal body. As someone who has been instructed and educated in its use since she was four-years-old, Karna has incredible aptitude with its use, though her main experiences with it have been healing the injuries of drunkards and fools. As can be expected this is not limited to healing injuries but sickness and weakened states due to afflictions created from magic.
Light Magic
In addition to her healing attributes on the magical side of things, Karna has the ability to mold light and shape it into beams or rays of energy to facilitate allies or knock back enemies depending on the intent. Karna has on occasion required to tap into this magic to create her weapon of choice, a staff forged entirely of elemental energy named Aer to help defend herself in clutch situations, though she insists she doesn’t like melee combat by any means.
White Magic
White Magic is a type of Magic that has various capabilities, ranging from being able to cancel out Black Magic to offensive purposes in combat. It is an advanced magic type that Karna has only just recently begun studying. She isn't too effective with counteracting curses and black magic yet.
Letter Magic
Letter Magic utilizes the words written by the user, with the effect varying depending on what's written, or how it's manipulated. As a lover of books and tomes, Karna uses this mostly for hobby-based purposes, though if needed she can use it to alert groups and magically scribe messages.
Requip
Karna uses requip to keep track of her extensive wardrobe on long journeys and to change her appearance on the fly.
Inherited from her mother, Aina, Karna has had the ability to use Healing Magic since she was barely old enough to walk. An exceptionally rare form of magic with caster and holder properties, Healing Magic grants its users the ability of its namesake—to heal any kind of injury or ailment that can befall the mortal body. As someone who has been instructed and educated in its use since she was four-years-old, Karna has incredible aptitude with its use, though her main experiences with it have been healing the injuries of drunkards and fools. As can be expected this is not limited to healing injuries but sickness and weakened states due to afflictions created from magic.
Light Magic
In addition to her healing attributes on the magical side of things, Karna has the ability to mold light and shape it into beams or rays of energy to facilitate allies or knock back enemies depending on the intent. Karna has on occasion required to tap into this magic to create her weapon of choice, a staff forged entirely of elemental energy named Aer to help defend herself in clutch situations, though she insists she doesn’t like melee combat by any means.
White Magic
White Magic is a type of Magic that has various capabilities, ranging from being able to cancel out Black Magic to offensive purposes in combat. It is an advanced magic type that Karna has only just recently begun studying. She isn't too effective with counteracting curses and black magic yet.
Letter Magic
Letter Magic utilizes the words written by the user, with the effect varying depending on what's written, or how it's manipulated. As a lover of books and tomes, Karna uses this mostly for hobby-based purposes, though if needed she can use it to alert groups and magically scribe messages.
Requip
Karna uses requip to keep track of her extensive wardrobe on long journeys and to change her appearance on the fly.
Strength and Weaknesses
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Educated
Not only did Karna benefit from magical education as a child, she benefited from general education as a child. She understands social norms in the Kingdom of Fiore as well as things going beyond etiquette such as history and geneology.
Nobility
Being the Jarl's daughter is beneficial, or at least it is for Karna and her friends. Typically. There are exceptions.
Polite
Karna is careful in how she approaches people when the need arises.
Not only did Karna benefit from magical education as a child, she benefited from general education as a child. She understands social norms in the Kingdom of Fiore as well as things going beyond etiquette such as history and geneology.
Nobility
Being the Jarl's daughter is beneficial, or at least it is for Karna and her friends. Typically. There are exceptions.
Polite
Karna is careful in how she approaches people when the need arises.
Introverted
Karna isn't a talker. She's also not much for social situations. She prefers books and hobbies to crowds and large scale gatherings, which makes her tend to keep to herself in the guild by large margins.
Passive
Karna is poised, but with her posture and supposed approachability she’s also fairly passive, non-confrontational, and meek. She responds to aggression, enthusiasm, and general high energy individuals quite improperly and it’s with this lack of social ability that causes people to intimidate her easily and recluse.
Karna isn't a talker. She's also not much for social situations. She prefers books and hobbies to crowds and large scale gatherings, which makes her tend to keep to herself in the guild by large margins.
Passive
Karna is poised, but with her posture and supposed approachability she’s also fairly passive, non-confrontational, and meek. She responds to aggression, enthusiasm, and general high energy individuals quite improperly and it’s with this lack of social ability that causes people to intimidate her easily and recluse.
Misc
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The first thing most people notice about her is that Ria tries to always be courteous and cheerful, loving to be around people almost as much as she likes wide open spaces and anything shiny or brightly colored. A fan of anything upbeat, she can often be seen dancing or heard singing (usually both) out by the shore and around town, and generally moves with a skip in her step. She’s generally reliable, and cares deeply for those in her guild, and those that in her town in general, and will do anything for them. She doesn't like to see people upset and will often go out of her way to try to cheer someone up.
She often seems like a bit of a ditz - forgetful, aloof, and perhaps even a bit naive. There are still simple things that are common sense to others she often overlooks - like privacy, personal space, and basic decency; some see it as her ditzy ways, but it’s more the childish naivety of not understanding other people may have different comfort levels than her, and her desperate desire to be around others. While not everyone gains automatic trust, if she sees someone she trusts trusting someone else - she’ll be quick to trust that person. It can be easy to manipulate her, a soft word and a bit of kindness goes a long way, especially if presented options where one choice is clearly going to be best for more.
Appearance
Relatively petite by nature, Ria stands at only 5’3” and is often underestimated despite having a well toned physique, mostly because her muscle tone doesn’t equal muscle mass. She only has slight curves, with a modest bust not terribly pronounced without help from clothing choices. Short layers of purple hair is still growing out, and currently reaches her chin; she tends to keep it messy (some of that a lack of remembering to brush it without one of the others in the guild reminding her) and her bangs are just long enough to brush into her eyes if she doesn’t pin them up with a clip.
One of the most noticeable features on her is the heterochromia of her eyes - one eye is blue, and the other is purple. Following that, a few scars scattered around her body - including a sizable one from right shoulder to left hip across her back and a 7” long one across her right thigh - which are often seen thanks to her typically ‘less is more’ approach to clothing. She likes clothes and dressing up, but prefers dressing in short skirts/dresses and “yoga pants”/”bike shorts” matched to boots or flats, and monochromatic tops in a variety of styles and colors that tend to show off her figure (though the fact her clothing preferences show off her figure is purely by coincidence as she feels those clothes are more comfortable than others she’s worn.) She loves jewelry, often dawning multiple shiny or colorful bracelets and rings and earrings whether they match what she’s wearing or not, but refuses to wear any kind of necklace or choker.
”We are who we choose to be. Not what someone else made us.”
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Astoria Ocenade
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Ria
Siren
Wavebreaker
Siren
Wavebreaker
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Ria joined the guild when it was formed, and has no intentions of leaving any time soon. She loves being a part of it, and wouldn’t know what to do if it stopped being around.
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Directly over her heart, blue
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Ria actually isn’t sure what her last name really is. She was found by the Sea Dragon Cormenila when she was a toddler and the name full name she goes by is how she pronounced it all those years ago. Cormenila, despite the rumors of being a terror and thus causing the village Ria was born in to evacuate, was not as such. At least, not toward her. He was quite pleased the townspeople deserted, as he had been looking for a quiet place to live out his many long years left, but that solitude was not something he was awarded. He heard a strange sound and investigated only to discover a small child that instantly connected with him. He treated her well, initially more as a pet than anything else, but overtime grew more fond of her. From the beginning he saw a magical aptitude in her, and when she was a bit older he began to nurture it.
The fact he'd started training her proved to be his only saving grace when they were attacked by a dark guild. Yes, he was a dragon, but the years of taking care of the human made him distracted when she was getting overwhelmed by the fight. He’d made up his mind when he first started training her in the ways of a dragon slayer, and convinced her that now was the time to take on the full power of a dragon. Ria rushed through the ritual to take his power into herself, to defeat the dark mages he hadn’t, but she wasn’t able to handle taking on the power and continue fighting. In her weakened state, she was captured - taken prisoner by the dark guild rather than killed - because as they saw it she was young and would be easy to manipulate to do what they wanted.
For the first few months, she spent the majority of her time caged up in solitude for several failed attempts to escape whenever she was allowed out of “her room”. Eventually, she was outfitted with a power restricting collar, and without her magic to back up her fight to be free, she stopped trying. It was shortly after, she was taken outside the base for the first time. Power restrictor removed, they convinced her the best way to earn freedom was to help - to use her power to destroy. She’d refused at first, and lives with the repercussions of that refusal on her conscious every day. By the end of the first year, she had become docile, the perfectly obedient pet - a weapon easily wielded by the guild’s leader - she might have if Cormenila hadn’t found her curiosity and magic intriguing those years ago, even without the need of a collar. Each job ate at her soul, though, even with all the training she’d undergone to obey her orders. Even Cormenila hadn’t used his power to destroy towns, murder innocent people - not that she knew of anyways. The duality of these things - the influence of the guild/her inner dragon and what she’d been taught by her dragon father - combated within her for six long years.
That all ended when the guild was destroyed. They’d released her to fight on their side, but she knew deep in her soul it was wrong. She’d fought the intruder anyways, quietly pleading for him to just leave instead of what she thought was sure to happen. She’d lost her fight, but was spared the same fate as the rest of her guild. She came too shortly after the leader - the last of the members left alive - was killed; she nearly shut down. Her dragon was gone. Her master, who had shown her kindness despite asking her to do such horrible things, was dead. She had no purpose, no direction. With nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to, she followed the mage that had shown her mercy, and - in the process - freed her.
Since joining Winter's Blade, Ria avoids talking about the last seven years of her life. When asked about her life before Winter's Blade, she focuses on talking about her dragon father and what he taught her so it may seem to many in the guild like she has only recently become a dragon slayer.
The fact he'd started training her proved to be his only saving grace when they were attacked by a dark guild. Yes, he was a dragon, but the years of taking care of the human made him distracted when she was getting overwhelmed by the fight. He’d made up his mind when he first started training her in the ways of a dragon slayer, and convinced her that now was the time to take on the full power of a dragon. Ria rushed through the ritual to take his power into herself, to defeat the dark mages he hadn’t, but she wasn’t able to handle taking on the power and continue fighting. In her weakened state, she was captured - taken prisoner by the dark guild rather than killed - because as they saw it she was young and would be easy to manipulate to do what they wanted.
For the first few months, she spent the majority of her time caged up in solitude for several failed attempts to escape whenever she was allowed out of “her room”. Eventually, she was outfitted with a power restricting collar, and without her magic to back up her fight to be free, she stopped trying. It was shortly after, she was taken outside the base for the first time. Power restrictor removed, they convinced her the best way to earn freedom was to help - to use her power to destroy. She’d refused at first, and lives with the repercussions of that refusal on her conscious every day. By the end of the first year, she had become docile, the perfectly obedient pet - a weapon easily wielded by the guild’s leader - she might have if Cormenila hadn’t found her curiosity and magic intriguing those years ago, even without the need of a collar. Each job ate at her soul, though, even with all the training she’d undergone to obey her orders. Even Cormenila hadn’t used his power to destroy towns, murder innocent people - not that she knew of anyways. The duality of these things - the influence of the guild/her inner dragon and what she’d been taught by her dragon father - combated within her for six long years.
That all ended when the guild was destroyed. They’d released her to fight on their side, but she knew deep in her soul it was wrong. She’d fought the intruder anyways, quietly pleading for him to just leave instead of what she thought was sure to happen. She’d lost her fight, but was spared the same fate as the rest of her guild. She came too shortly after the leader - the last of the members left alive - was killed; she nearly shut down. Her dragon was gone. Her master, who had shown her kindness despite asking her to do such horrible things, was dead. She had no purpose, no direction. With nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to, she followed the mage that had shown her mercy, and - in the process - freed her.
Since joining Winter's Blade, Ria avoids talking about the last seven years of her life. When asked about her life before Winter's Blade, she focuses on talking about her dragon father and what he taught her so it may seem to many in the guild like she has only recently become a dragon slayer.
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Still working on controlling her inner dragon, Ria is a user of Sea Dragon Slayer Magic. While this can be a powerful offensive magic like all Dragon Slayer magics can, it has supportive sides to it as well. It’s these parts, she prefers to use now, focusing on buffing her allies and debuffing her enemies. With buffs, she can make herself and others more resilient to attacks and the environment around them, or empower their physical and magical strength, or even make them faster and more agile. Whereas her magic may seem to help her allies swim with the current, the debuffs are like swimming against an undertow; she can slow opponents, make them feel drained of energy (both magical and non), and can even make others feel ill.
She has even experimented with something her dragon father used to teach her - using her magic to heal someone of ailments or wounds; this latter one is still something she’s working on, and only really works if she puts tons of energy into it, but she’s certain she can manage to be a better back-up healer for the guild if she keeps trying at it.
Both from training with her dragon father, and the work she did for the dark guild, she is formidable as a hand to hand combatant as she has the potential to be powerful. Like all dragon slayers, if she consumes her element - water - she can be reinvigorated, and has an immunity to her element - which in her case means she can absorb oxygen from the water through her skin to allow her to swim underwater for up to three hours and can dive to depths normal humans cannot without the assistance of pressurize stabilizing equipment.
Outside of her slayer magic, she's been learning water magic from a local mage when they have time for her. This magic isn’t nearly as powerful as her dragon slayer magic, but it is proving more versatile. She can use it utilitarian - such as creating bubbles of oxygen to allow others to swim underwater with her for longer periods of time - as well as restrictive to trap opponents in spheres and such of water to prohibit movement. She’s learned a few offensive and defensive spells to utilize instead of her dragon slayer magic as a go-to for the start of combat and will continue with it until her instincts get the better of her.
She has even experimented with something her dragon father used to teach her - using her magic to heal someone of ailments or wounds; this latter one is still something she’s working on, and only really works if she puts tons of energy into it, but she’s certain she can manage to be a better back-up healer for the guild if she keeps trying at it.
Both from training with her dragon father, and the work she did for the dark guild, she is formidable as a hand to hand combatant as she has the potential to be powerful. Like all dragon slayers, if she consumes her element - water - she can be reinvigorated, and has an immunity to her element - which in her case means she can absorb oxygen from the water through her skin to allow her to swim underwater for up to three hours and can dive to depths normal humans cannot without the assistance of pressurize stabilizing equipment.
Outside of her slayer magic, she's been learning water magic from a local mage when they have time for her. This magic isn’t nearly as powerful as her dragon slayer magic, but it is proving more versatile. She can use it utilitarian - such as creating bubbles of oxygen to allow others to swim underwater with her for longer periods of time - as well as restrictive to trap opponents in spheres and such of water to prohibit movement. She’s learned a few offensive and defensive spells to utilize instead of her dragon slayer magic as a go-to for the start of combat and will continue with it until her instincts get the better of her.
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+Dragon Slayer
+Determined
+Sociable
+Enthusiastic
-Dragon Slayer
-Clingy
-Fears confined spaces and physical restraints (as well as neckwear) to the point of violence to avoid
-Easily distracted
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Demon’s Maw may be destroyed, but their dark legacy lives on; Ria doesn’t like being around any discussion of the group, but nothing sours her mood more than hearing mention of a dark mage named Typhoon.
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One could consider Klaus to be a lazy drunk on first glance. They wouldn't exactly be wrong, either. On his off time, Klaus is most often seen drinking with others. His curt and brash tone often is heard as he sings shanties while blasted. To those who rarely interact with the sea wolf, they could easily misunderstand this tone as mean spirited and rude. While rude would most likely be correct, mean spirited is the furthest thing to what Klaus is. Years of the sea and White Harbor have since fouled his language and expressions, but his heart is as sincere as it can be. He deeply values honesty, refusing to lie even if he gets in trouble. He also cares deeply about others, though he refuses to say it.
He's also stubborn as a mule. Often having drinking competitions with others, he holds the fact that he's the best drinker in all of White Harbor close to his heart. Though, he has lost a considerable amount of times. He says that they were his 'off-days' and still makes dumb bets with random people. Despite this, others (especially the militia navy) still regard him as a good leader, though he is rather inflexible at times. During times of importance, Klaus is as sober as he can be. A captain through and through, he takes the vanguard and leads the way for others.
Appearance
Most notably, Klaus is not human. With the physical appearance of a humanoid wolf, Klaus stands at 6'8". With a muscular but slender build, it's hard for the average softie to not be intimidated by his size. His white and grey hair is combed well to prevent knots, but unstyled in any way. His attire consists mostly of thin coats, as his fur lets him withstand cold weather without the thick jackets the citizens of White Harbor usually wear.
“Damn, I thought this bottle would have rum in it.”
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Klaus D'Arnagan
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Captain of the White Harbor Militia Navy
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Since formation. While originally joining as a lost bet, he has since enjoyed the time he spent with them.
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On the back of his left hand.
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Brought to shore in the ship wreckage, the young Klaus was found by the community of fishermen and sailors on the shore of White Harbor. Adopted by the former captain of the militia navy, he quickly grew into community of sea men. It was as if he was born from the sea, so much so that the ghostly revenant of a familiar ship followed him. First he gained his bearings as a fisherman. Then, he became a sailor for the militia navy. Learning from his adoptive father, he quickly rose up the militia's loose chain of command. With the untimely passing of his father, the rank of captain had been thrust onto the next person in the chain: him.
He proved himself as a great captain. Under his eye, the relative peace of White Harbor's shores were protected from danger. When he had heard a mage guild was opening in the city, he initially gave his wholehearted opposition. It wasn't until one of the founding members of the guild challenged him to a drinking competition that his mind would change. He was drunk under the table and as a result, had to support and join the guild. It wasn't all bad, though. He ended up thoroughly enjoying the guild.
He proved himself as a great captain. Under his eye, the relative peace of White Harbor's shores were protected from danger. When he had heard a mage guild was opening in the city, he initially gave his wholehearted opposition. It wasn't until one of the founding members of the guild challenged him to a drinking competition that his mind would change. He was drunk under the table and as a result, had to support and join the guild. It wasn't all bad, though. He ended up thoroughly enjoying the guild.
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With the ethereal vestige of the ship Klaus had been found on, the sea wolf can summon the ghost of the ship "Wavecrasher" with his ship magic. The ship behaves like a regular boat, taking the same damage that a boat would take. This means it can't fly it the sky, nor can it safely move on land. As long as the boat isn't summoned, it slowly restores itself to its usual state with loaded cannons. He can also partially summon bits of the boat, such as the anchor or a single cannon. Taking the form of a small brigantine, the boat is sized for a crew of up to 15 people, though it doesn't require anyone other than Klaus since he can control the ship itself. With a total of seven cannons on deck, the boat is an incredibly mobile gunboat that can deal a whallop of damage.
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• Great swordsman, especially on unstable surfaces.
• Excellent captain
• Can handle his booze like nobody's business
• Cold weather rarely affects him due to his fur
○ His magic is heavily gimped on land
○ Most of his acquired skills are useless on land
○ Stubborn like a mule
• Excellent captain
• Can handle his booze like nobody's business
• Cold weather rarely affects him due to his fur
○ His magic is heavily gimped on land
○ Most of his acquired skills are useless on land
○ Stubborn like a mule
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He has a cutlass inherited from his adoptive family and holds it pretty dear to him.
j8cob The Gr8est / The J8est
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The man called Caderyn is no man's fool. Critical and often skeptical, he knows that nothing in life is free and the only things that are easy are just traps. He also finds difficulty in making allies, let alone friends, but he also knows that loyalty is only temporary anyways. Just as much as he expects to be betrayed he is willing to betray others. Honor and tradition are completely lost upon him, he goes his own way and those who don't respect that are only in his way. His ambition for fame is the only thing that keeps him lawful even if it isn't enough to keep him moral. Whatever it is that he needs done Caderyn always finds the way even if nobody else can see it. After all, he has an eye for finding the right way.
Appearance
Tall at 6'1", athletic and toned at 208lbs, light brown hair, one green eye, and one enchanted eye hidden beneath an eyepatch. Caderyn dresses weather appropriate but if given the choice he tries to dress light. On his left forearm is a strange marking, almost like a tattoo, that nearly covers the entirety of it from his fingers to his elbow. When summoning his bow these markings will briefly glow. On the back of his right hand resides his guild seal while further up his arm near his bicep is a scar from a stab wound. Though under normal circumstances they will never be seen, there are still burn scars on the bottom of both his feet.
“Fate sends its regards.”
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Cadeyrn Lightcaller
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Cade
Sender
Lightcaller
Terror of Azkenan
Sender
Lightcaller
Terror of Azkenan
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A--
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One month and still apprehensive about joining.
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Back of right hand, colored green.
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Raised by his father alone in the city of Azkenan, Caderyn was heir to the Lightcaller tradition. He was trained to use his family's magical bow from an early age, but also had his left eye painfully removed and replaced by an enchanted one that had been passed down for generations. The experience was traumatic and the training to be able to use this eye was strenuous and harsh, but Caderyn persisted even in spite of his father's abusive and delusional tendencies. The magic, training, and poor home life combined to make young Caderyn quite the problem for nearby Azkenan.
Caderyn used his magical abilities and training to do whatever he wanted with the common folk of his city, bullying other children and causing general mischief wherever he went. Theft, vandalism, even robbery and assault. Normal people couldn't stop him and his father practically encouraged Caderyn to do what he wanted. That is until the townsfolk got together and hired a wizard to take care of their problem. An adult, trained mage proved to the young troublemaker that his place in this world wasn't nearly as high in the natural order as he was led to believe. The encounter ended up with Caderyn jailed and the wizard paid handsomely before moving on. Sitting in prison for a few weeks helped Caderyn reconsider some of his life choices and what he wanted to do, but during this same time his father grew angry and resentful of his son's failure and imprisonment.
When Caderyn was released it soon became abundantly clear that staying in prison may have been the better choice. His father immediately demanded the enchanted eye be given back to him as well as the bow, Eurytus. Caderyn was fond of not having his eyeball pulled out again and denied the request, resulting in a fight that his father continued to escalate until it was too late. After all, Caderyn had the bow and the eye while he did not. By the end of the day Caderyn had no home, no father, and nothing to do. Instead of grieving he returned to Azkenan and lived as a vagrant for a couple years, taking work where he could and stealing when he could get away with it in order to survive. One morning, not too long ago, a vision came to Caderyn in a dream. There was a man calling out to him to go north but he couldn't see the man, only hear his voice. This dream persisted for weeks, which was the limit of Caderyn's tolerance of it. So he went north.
The journey by foot took a while, but the dreams stopped the very next day after he began traveling. He rationalized that a higher calling was waiting for him. That fame, glory, power would be in his future if he traveled north, wherever it was that fate needed him to be. What exactly that was he couldn't be sure, but he knew that he must go. This was how he ended up in White Harbor, discovering the new guild called Winter's Blade. Curious to see if this was where fate had led him he felt compelled to join these wizards, thinking back to the wizard that humbled him those years ago. He didn't know for sure if this was his fate but surely the experience he could gain here would at the least bring him that much closer to his desires. A rising star needs a rising star guild, after all.
Caderyn used his magical abilities and training to do whatever he wanted with the common folk of his city, bullying other children and causing general mischief wherever he went. Theft, vandalism, even robbery and assault. Normal people couldn't stop him and his father practically encouraged Caderyn to do what he wanted. That is until the townsfolk got together and hired a wizard to take care of their problem. An adult, trained mage proved to the young troublemaker that his place in this world wasn't nearly as high in the natural order as he was led to believe. The encounter ended up with Caderyn jailed and the wizard paid handsomely before moving on. Sitting in prison for a few weeks helped Caderyn reconsider some of his life choices and what he wanted to do, but during this same time his father grew angry and resentful of his son's failure and imprisonment.
When Caderyn was released it soon became abundantly clear that staying in prison may have been the better choice. His father immediately demanded the enchanted eye be given back to him as well as the bow, Eurytus. Caderyn was fond of not having his eyeball pulled out again and denied the request, resulting in a fight that his father continued to escalate until it was too late. After all, Caderyn had the bow and the eye while he did not. By the end of the day Caderyn had no home, no father, and nothing to do. Instead of grieving he returned to Azkenan and lived as a vagrant for a couple years, taking work where he could and stealing when he could get away with it in order to survive. One morning, not too long ago, a vision came to Caderyn in a dream. There was a man calling out to him to go north but he couldn't see the man, only hear his voice. This dream persisted for weeks, which was the limit of Caderyn's tolerance of it. So he went north.
The journey by foot took a while, but the dreams stopped the very next day after he began traveling. He rationalized that a higher calling was waiting for him. That fame, glory, power would be in his future if he traveled north, wherever it was that fate needed him to be. What exactly that was he couldn't be sure, but he knew that he must go. This was how he ended up in White Harbor, discovering the new guild called Winter's Blade. Curious to see if this was where fate had led him he felt compelled to join these wizards, thinking back to the wizard that humbled him those years ago. He didn't know for sure if this was his fate but surely the experience he could gain here would at the least bring him that much closer to his desires. A rising star needs a rising star guild, after all.
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Bow Magic
A Holder type magic revolving around the use of magical bows for archery. Caderyn uses a powerful magical artifact that has been bound to his left arm, summoning it at will to conjure magical bolts of varying properties. From simple bolts of light to elemental arrows and even more niche devices can be fired by this bow, named Eurytus. At a very base and crude minimum this bow can be used quite well for bashing enemies. The markings on Caderyn's left forearm are the seal from which he summons this weapon.
Eye of The Lightcaller
Technically another Holder type magic, Caderyn's left eye itself has been enchanted. At the cost of some magic power he can use telescopic, night, and penetrative vision. This allows him to see very distant targets, even far beyond the horizon, as well as allowing him to see through objects or even see things normally undetectable to human eyes such as things hidden by magic spells. The Eye of the Lightcaller can also mark targets with a certain "light" that only Caderyn can see, serving as a beacon to make spotting or identifying certain people even easier. It also serves as a marker for any homing attacks.
A Holder type magic revolving around the use of magical bows for archery. Caderyn uses a powerful magical artifact that has been bound to his left arm, summoning it at will to conjure magical bolts of varying properties. From simple bolts of light to elemental arrows and even more niche devices can be fired by this bow, named Eurytus. At a very base and crude minimum this bow can be used quite well for bashing enemies. The markings on Caderyn's left forearm are the seal from which he summons this weapon.
Eye of The Lightcaller
Technically another Holder type magic, Caderyn's left eye itself has been enchanted. At the cost of some magic power he can use telescopic, night, and penetrative vision. This allows him to see very distant targets, even far beyond the horizon, as well as allowing him to see through objects or even see things normally undetectable to human eyes such as things hidden by magic spells. The Eye of the Lightcaller can also mark targets with a certain "light" that only Caderyn can see, serving as a beacon to make spotting or identifying certain people even easier. It also serves as a marker for any homing attacks.
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+ Incredibly long range combat capability.
+ Excellent vision and tracking.
+ Clever, in more ways than one.
+ Physically strong, capable of impressive feats and a minimum requirement for some of his spells.
+ Diverse set of elemental spells and possible archery tricks, providing easier opportunities to exploit more weaknesses.
- Limited stamina means he can only go so long without a break.
- While strong he is no melee fighter, he needs his bow.
- Overall antisocial, with a hint of distrust, dishonesty, and irritability.
- If forced to rely on his left eye for extended periods of time, he will run out of magic power fairly quickly without even casting a single spell.
+ Excellent vision and tracking.
+ Clever, in more ways than one.
+ Physically strong, capable of impressive feats and a minimum requirement for some of his spells.
+ Diverse set of elemental spells and possible archery tricks, providing easier opportunities to exploit more weaknesses.
- Limited stamina means he can only go so long without a break.
- While strong he is no melee fighter, he needs his bow.
- Overall antisocial, with a hint of distrust, dishonesty, and irritability.
- If forced to rely on his left eye for extended periods of time, he will run out of magic power fairly quickly without even casting a single spell.
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Personality
In northern stellar lore, Arcturus is the star that heralds the sun, and this holds true for the eponymous mage as well. His spirit is unbreakable, his optimism is unshakeable, and his empathy is unending. He is a simple man who likes to see people smiling and cannot bear tears without acting. Whether foolish or inspiring, Arcturus is a man who fights for the sake of those behind him--especially the ones he has trampled over to get where he is today. If that means he must trample over more enemies and more friends, then so be it. The sun he heralds ends the night, but it can burn and blind as easily as it warms.
The most important thing to Arcturus is living a good life. To him, this means a strong sense of self and a strong sense of self-worth. It means accepting the failures and victories in equal part, and striving to surpass himself at every turn rather than achieve a nebulous title like "the strongest". Sincere and forthright, Arcturus will face any challenge head-on and follow the road dictated by his heart alone.
Where Arcturus fails as a paragon is, ironically, his heart. He is prideful, impatient, and obsessive. Despite his gray experiences, he sees the world in terms of black-and-white. Despite his resolution to carve his own path, he has trouble when those obstacles are people he has come to care for. And despite his attempts to live without remorse, he still has yet to completely make peace with the ghosts of his past.
At his core, Arcturus is a man living life at a sprint to escape his regrets.
Appearance
At 188cm, Arcturus is easily one of the tallest Winter's Blade members. Paired with a powerful physique, he cuts a fine figure--or an imposing one, depending on your perception. He has blue eyes; loose, blonde hair; and an impeccable fashion sense. His iconic attributes are his cape, which is blue and mantled with black and gray fur, and his armored bodysuit, which is black and bears a blue engraving of the guild insignia on its breast.
Also he's hot, but I'm not allowed to write another paragraph or two about that.
“The cape is absolutely necessary.”
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Arcturus Tannhauser
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Arc
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Arc is the first official recruit of the Winter's Blade guild (as opposed to one of the guildmaster's original entourage). His opinion of the guild is as high as it was when he first camped outside of its doors for the grand opening, and he considers himself something of a "reliable older brother"-figure to those who came after him--even the ones older and more powerful than him.
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Arcturus parents were charcoal burners from a town in the fens south of the Valley--a town that was destroyed by that six-eyed beast when he was only six years old. The apparent sole survivor of attack, he was found in the ruins of his hometown by a man they once called a Saint and became one of his disciples.
For 12 years, Arcturus lived and trained in a repurposed Aevic temple deep in the mountains along the coast east of White Harbor. He was one of three apprentices. The others were an orphan boy from a similar situation and the master's granddaughter, respectively. As three kids of roughly the same age, they all grew very close over the years. Many of his current quirks can be credited to them; his first gift was a wolf pelt cape, and their only entertainment was stories of heroes, camaraderie, and victory against all odds (and old issues of Sorcerer Weekly).
At first, Arcturus didn't understand why they had to undergo grueling physical and martial exercises before learning any magic. However, the reason was made very clear when his master's granddaughter was unable to handle the effects of Celestial Body Magic, and rendered bedridden for the rest of her brief life. With this, their once-idyllic lifestyle had irreversibly changed, and about a year later, Arcturus' master disappeared into the night, never to be seen again. Whether this was due to guilt or some other calling, Arcturus knows not.
Although the three students waited hopefully for their master's return, they eventually parted ways. The orphan boy left the temple to hunt down their master, and Arcturus, the sole emotional steadfast of the group, was forced to watch his remaining friend slowly succumb to her condition before finally leaving the place behind himself.
Since then, Arcturus has made his home in White Harbor, or at least used it as a base while looking for his friend and his master in between freelance jobs. When news that a guild run by Aiden Cross the destroyer of Demon's Maw, he knew what he had to do: he excitedly set up camp outside, waiting for the day the refurbished hall would open. To work under another true hero would be a privilege, and surely a guild run by someone like Aiden would have many connections to help him search.
Unfortunately, this was far from the case, but he's been having fun so far.
For 12 years, Arcturus lived and trained in a repurposed Aevic temple deep in the mountains along the coast east of White Harbor. He was one of three apprentices. The others were an orphan boy from a similar situation and the master's granddaughter, respectively. As three kids of roughly the same age, they all grew very close over the years. Many of his current quirks can be credited to them; his first gift was a wolf pelt cape, and their only entertainment was stories of heroes, camaraderie, and victory against all odds (and old issues of Sorcerer Weekly).
At first, Arcturus didn't understand why they had to undergo grueling physical and martial exercises before learning any magic. However, the reason was made very clear when his master's granddaughter was unable to handle the effects of Celestial Body Magic, and rendered bedridden for the rest of her brief life. With this, their once-idyllic lifestyle had irreversibly changed, and about a year later, Arcturus' master disappeared into the night, never to be seen again. Whether this was due to guilt or some other calling, Arcturus knows not.
Although the three students waited hopefully for their master's return, they eventually parted ways. The orphan boy left the temple to hunt down their master, and Arcturus, the sole emotional steadfast of the group, was forced to watch his remaining friend slowly succumb to her condition before finally leaving the place behind himself.
Since then, Arcturus has made his home in White Harbor, or at least used it as a base while looking for his friend and his master in between freelance jobs. When news that a guild run by Aiden Cross the destroyer of Demon's Maw, he knew what he had to do: he excitedly set up camp outside, waiting for the day the refurbished hall would open. To work under another true hero would be a privilege, and surely a guild run by someone like Aiden would have many connections to help him search.
Unfortunately, this was far from the case, but he's been having fun so far.
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Celestial Body Magic
Caster Magic that uses the user's body as a conduit for various astronomical entities and their properties. It has a few lore changes for the AU, but for the most part it functions similarly to its canon counterpart. Arcturus' signature spell is Meteor, which grants flight and increased speed and power. Although his mastery of this single spell is notable, his lack of versatility limits him from exhibiting the true potential of his style.
Requip
Literally just a closet full of capes.
Caster Magic that uses the user's body as a conduit for various astronomical entities and their properties. It has a few lore changes for the AU, but for the most part it functions similarly to its canon counterpart. Arcturus' signature spell is Meteor, which grants flight and increased speed and power. Although his mastery of this single spell is notable, his lack of versatility limits him from exhibiting the true potential of his style.
Requip
Literally just a closet full of capes.
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+ Flying Brick +
As part of his magical training, Arcturus has adhered to a grueling physical training regimen for the better part of two decades. Combined with his martial arts training, his natural body has become quite robust over the years.
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Arc is a skilled hand-to-hand fighter with years of experience under his belt. He has developed a high technical command of his style's striking and throwing techniques. He doesn't remember the proper name, but he refers to his style as the Fist of the Day Star. It hasn't quite caught on.
+ Eye for Art (Clothing) +
Although Arcturus cannot rightfully be called a man of wealth, he is a man of taste, and that means he knows a little something-something about looking fly--as should be obvious considering his wide repertoire of capes.
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Bruh, just read the Personality section.
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Arcturus' fighting style is based on a single spell refined to perfection. While it is a good spell, it is still only one, and Celestial Body Magic is not wanting in versatility. Despite constant suggestions that he diversify, he has still yet to understand the necessity of a wide base--or perhaps, willfully ignores it.
As part of his magical training, Arcturus has adhered to a grueling physical training regimen for the better part of two decades. Combined with his martial arts training, his natural body has become quite robust over the years.
+ Martial Artist +
Arc is a skilled hand-to-hand fighter with years of experience under his belt. He has developed a high technical command of his style's striking and throwing techniques. He doesn't remember the proper name, but he refers to his style as the Fist of the Day Star. It hasn't quite caught on.
+ Eye for Art (Clothing) +
Although Arcturus cannot rightfully be called a man of wealth, he is a man of taste, and that means he knows a little something-something about looking fly--as should be obvious considering his wide repertoire of capes.
= Various Personality-based Strengths and Weaknesses =
Bruh, just read the Personality section.
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Arcturus' fighting style is based on a single spell refined to perfection. While it is a good spell, it is still only one, and Celestial Body Magic is not wanting in versatility. Despite constant suggestions that he diversify, he has still yet to understand the necessity of a wide base--or perhaps, willfully ignores it.
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Kvasir is very basic in principle when it boils down to personality. He is almost devoid of any and all learned behavior and nuanced traits. Bare to the bone, the best way to describe Kvasir would be a rabid dog. He has no real concept of what right and wrong is nor the civility between humans in an open setting. Instead Kvasir relies on his basic animal instinct, his gut has never steered him wrong and he has gotten this far without need for anything else. Though near feral and paranoid, he however can become a loyal companion that bends to authority depending on who he becomes subservient to with enough time and compassion.
Appearance
Kvasir is a god among men, both literally and figuratively. His godlike physique can only be attributed to the blood pumping through his body and the sinful inclusion of his god Kvasir. His height is a staggering 6’3 while he weighs an impressive 190 pounds. This amount of mass lends itself to his chiseled physique than can be visually seen from the definition in his arms, chest, and leg muscles. His eyes are a piercing emerald green with waves of lush chestnut colored hair, one strand locked in a braid hanging off to the side of his face. He is naturally adorned in brown and golden robes that allow ease of movement when in combat. A wrapped headband in the same fashion as his robe and pants with the addition of golden jewelry around his neck and fingers.
“Let me go first.”
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Excels in close range combat
Fearless
Tenacious
Athletic in and out of combat (Running, jumping, swimming)
Weaknesses:
Can become frenzied and lose himself in battle
Has a hard time being social
Can’t replenish his reserves from long range
Rash
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Kvasir
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Bloody Mess
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Male
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Fresh off the boat
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On top of his tongue
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While most humans’ lives revolved around magic, Kvasir’s world revolved around religion. The recollection of events shy of the first mark of sin on his body have all been repressed and practically purged from his mind. Kvasir wasn’t his birth name nor one chosen by him, instead it was one granted to him by the group at large. You see Kvasir was born into a family that was victim to a cult. The cult wasn’t renown or heard of outside the parcel of land they claimed atop the snowy mountains secluded from the rest of the world and their tales of magic and monsters. Instead they were their own monsters. The cult itself believed in many gods that were dictated by a dichotomous view of the world. These gods eventually organized themselves into two separate tribes that had gotten along until a break down in relations plummeted the two into war.
To save you from the details, Kvasir’s story revolves around one god that the cult worshipped religiously who was known as none other than Kvasir himself. This is important for he did not share the same name as their god until the aftermath that ensued. You see Kvasir was their god of wisdom considered to be the wisest of all beings. There was no question for which he did not have a ready and satisfying answer. He took up the life of a wanderer, dispensing his wisdom to all whom he met along the road. When he came to the house of two dwarves, Fjalar (“Deceiver”) and Galar (“Screamer”), they killed him and drained his blood into three containers. They told the gods that Kvasir had suffocated from an excess of wisdom. The two dwarves then brewed mead by mixing Kvasir’s blood with honey – the Mead of Poetry. In fairness this religious sham of a cult operated in the vein of Fjalar and Galar rather than the god himself; true wisdom falling on deaf ears.
So, in order to obtain this wisdom, the cult need a spring to drink from, one that bore the bountiful fruit of wisdom. But how could they cultivate and allow for something so sacred and rare to grow? Their greed and ambitions turned to the children. You see in order to carefully curate this fruit they needed the wisest of all vessels. Children were often seen as innocent, smart, and quick to learn while adults were past the age of ripeness. The idea that wisdom could be harvested from children became their mantra. And so, with the finest of rituals the cult began to create their vessel for wisdom. This was done in a few steps, first was collecting the first son from every family, followed by carefully examining them medically to ensure they were free from ailments or disease. After that, was an arduous and tedious learning regime spanning from the age of recruitment all the way to their coming of age in what was otherwise known as puberty.
Whomever was to score the highest at the end of their cycle would be nominated as their sacrifice, their cult mentally ruling out any qualms of this barbaric process. Once chosen they would be bled to death over days until there was enough blood to be passed around the cult, those who weren’t chose were integrated back into their families. The yearly ritual was fast approaching and Kvasir being the second son born to his family was safe from being chosen. This however meant his brother would be chosen in his stead. Yet his brother struggled in his studies and was fearing the judgement of his family for not being a front runner in their tradition. Confiding in Kvasir his brother asked for help, safe from the ritual he reluctantly accepted in servitude to his brother. As he began to teach his brother, he learned that the material was easy and quickly absorbed into his mind.
It was almost a day and night change with his brother’s aptitude after a few weeks practice, he would for sure be picked. It wasn’t until a routine medical evaluation that he learned he disqualified due to the growth of a sickness inside him. Instead of waiting for the following years harvest they took Kvasir as tribute instead. At first, he played the idiot and tried to fail through the exams, but he was quickly reminded lying led to pain. His scores blowing his contemporaries out of the way led him to being chosen as this year’s tribute. While everyone had been blindly led to follow their fake gods practice, he had the wisdom to know they were wrong, he protested his god and rejected his teachings. His rebellion was ignored as they tied him up to his fate.
His vision was fading, becoming blurry, his mind slipping away from this ritual sacrifice. He pleaded to any god that could hear him that if they helped him escape, he would become a vessel for them to live through. Only one god answered and that was Kvasir himself, ironic as he rejected him. The blood that pooled out of him retreated inside his body leaving some still outside to coat his hands in the form of blades. Free from his bindings he eviscerated his cult family and drained them, using whatever blood was left to be taken inside his body.
On purely instinct, Kvasir was driven and drawn to the city of white harbor where he collapsed in front of the Winter Blade’s Guild.
To save you from the details, Kvasir’s story revolves around one god that the cult worshipped religiously who was known as none other than Kvasir himself. This is important for he did not share the same name as their god until the aftermath that ensued. You see Kvasir was their god of wisdom considered to be the wisest of all beings. There was no question for which he did not have a ready and satisfying answer. He took up the life of a wanderer, dispensing his wisdom to all whom he met along the road. When he came to the house of two dwarves, Fjalar (“Deceiver”) and Galar (“Screamer”), they killed him and drained his blood into three containers. They told the gods that Kvasir had suffocated from an excess of wisdom. The two dwarves then brewed mead by mixing Kvasir’s blood with honey – the Mead of Poetry. In fairness this religious sham of a cult operated in the vein of Fjalar and Galar rather than the god himself; true wisdom falling on deaf ears.
So, in order to obtain this wisdom, the cult need a spring to drink from, one that bore the bountiful fruit of wisdom. But how could they cultivate and allow for something so sacred and rare to grow? Their greed and ambitions turned to the children. You see in order to carefully curate this fruit they needed the wisest of all vessels. Children were often seen as innocent, smart, and quick to learn while adults were past the age of ripeness. The idea that wisdom could be harvested from children became their mantra. And so, with the finest of rituals the cult began to create their vessel for wisdom. This was done in a few steps, first was collecting the first son from every family, followed by carefully examining them medically to ensure they were free from ailments or disease. After that, was an arduous and tedious learning regime spanning from the age of recruitment all the way to their coming of age in what was otherwise known as puberty.
Whomever was to score the highest at the end of their cycle would be nominated as their sacrifice, their cult mentally ruling out any qualms of this barbaric process. Once chosen they would be bled to death over days until there was enough blood to be passed around the cult, those who weren’t chose were integrated back into their families. The yearly ritual was fast approaching and Kvasir being the second son born to his family was safe from being chosen. This however meant his brother would be chosen in his stead. Yet his brother struggled in his studies and was fearing the judgement of his family for not being a front runner in their tradition. Confiding in Kvasir his brother asked for help, safe from the ritual he reluctantly accepted in servitude to his brother. As he began to teach his brother, he learned that the material was easy and quickly absorbed into his mind.
It was almost a day and night change with his brother’s aptitude after a few weeks practice, he would for sure be picked. It wasn’t until a routine medical evaluation that he learned he disqualified due to the growth of a sickness inside him. Instead of waiting for the following years harvest they took Kvasir as tribute instead. At first, he played the idiot and tried to fail through the exams, but he was quickly reminded lying led to pain. His scores blowing his contemporaries out of the way led him to being chosen as this year’s tribute. While everyone had been blindly led to follow their fake gods practice, he had the wisdom to know they were wrong, he protested his god and rejected his teachings. His rebellion was ignored as they tied him up to his fate.
His vision was fading, becoming blurry, his mind slipping away from this ritual sacrifice. He pleaded to any god that could hear him that if they helped him escape, he would become a vessel for them to live through. Only one god answered and that was Kvasir himself, ironic as he rejected him. The blood that pooled out of him retreated inside his body leaving some still outside to coat his hands in the form of blades. Free from his bindings he eviscerated his cult family and drained them, using whatever blood was left to be taken inside his body.
On purely instinct, Kvasir was driven and drawn to the city of white harbor where he collapsed in front of the Winter Blade’s Guild.
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Blood God Slayer Magic (血の滅神魔法Chi no Metsujin Mahō)
Is a rare specialized god slayer magic that deals with the element of blood, that is red and black in color. Kvasir can manipulate his own blood in a multitude of ways but most notably scene in weaponized constructs.
Is a rare specialized god slayer magic that deals with the element of blood, that is red and black in color. Kvasir can manipulate his own blood in a multitude of ways but most notably scene in weaponized constructs.
ᚶ Rune Magic ᚶ (文字の魔法 Moji no Mahō)
Native to only Kvasir as of now, Rune magic is a form of combination magic from enchantment magic and letter magic. The blood used from either himself, his magic, or a foreign blood source will act as the ink to the start of his magic. Once he draws a nordic rune on his body he can activate a magic relating to the meaning of his mark depending on whether it is Elder or Younger Futhark.
Native to only Kvasir as of now, Rune magic is a form of combination magic from enchantment magic and letter magic. The blood used from either himself, his magic, or a foreign blood source will act as the ink to the start of his magic. Once he draws a nordic rune on his body he can activate a magic relating to the meaning of his mark depending on whether it is Elder or Younger Futhark.
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Strengths:
Excels in close range combat
Fearless
Tenacious
Athletic in and out of combat (Running, jumping, swimming)
Weaknesses:
Can become frenzied and lose himself in battle
Has a hard time being social
Can’t replenish his reserves from long range
Rash
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When in combat he adorns what can be seen as gauntlets which house two hooked hidden blades, blood drawn from these feed into a tube that goes directly into Kvasir's skin.
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Personality
Puns and Dad Jokes so bad you still smile, indeed Lee is not exactly what most people would expect out of a necromancer, and yet here he is. Always looking for the giggle in a situation, the silver lining, He hates to dwell on the past and hates battle even more. He accepts his lot in life though, as one of few sacred guardians against the mankind's unnatural thirst for eternal life, he performs his job with brutal efficiency and will suffer no fools or mistakes. Not exactly honest, he hates hurting people's feelings, he is however brutally honest about his work and will not hesitate to tell somebody that they are dying, and if he can help them or not. He is protective of his family, but then again who wouldn't be when they have a daughter whose "imaginary friend" might not be so imaginary after all?
Appearance
6ft even and surprisingly well built for a man who enjoys junk food and sleeping. Sebastian Alexander Lee visually represents many of the attributes of a practicing necromancer. Pale skin, unnaturally vivid eye color, white hair. Many of this was brought on by his practicing of Necromancy, his body itself constantly confused by his walking along the infinitely thin line between life and death. He always wears a smile, and though that smile can change or leave, it's always in the eyes that one can find the truth in him.
“Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. ”
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Sebastian Alexander Lee
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Lee / Lazybones / Pops
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Existing within or around the guild for almost half a year, Lee was pressured into joining by his six year old daughter and his mother, though admittedly he has other reasons as well.
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One might shudder to think what horrible events might bring a father to join a guild instead of being at home with his young daughter, but in Lee's case they would be hilariously mistaken. His late wife Vivienne was always a fan of the magic guilds, and of her own word, her first attraction to Lee was his natural (albeit untrained) magical skill. Neither had a chance to join a guild however, as looking for jobs lead quickly into the birth of little Violet, their daughter. After his wife passed away due to complications soon after Violet's birth, Lee relied heavily on the still intact motherly instinct of his own mother to help raise his daughter, and so for several years his daughter was raised in a loving home, where the girl quickly grew just as obsessed with her father's magic as her mother once was.
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Necromancy
Some find Necromancy to be an evil practice, that only those seeking to outwit mother nature herself would meddle in the affairs of the dead, but as far as Lee and his family is concerned it's their job to do just the opposite and to make sure the dead stay where they belong. But sometimes, sometimes they ask for their help. Known for their knowledge of burial rites of most every race, as well as surprisingly sacred respect for the dead, Necromancers often never found true faith in any one religion. Indeed, this is often a common thing for a skilled necromancer, as aiding a spirit in passing on often requires an open heart and and open mind to the beliefs that the spirit held in life.
Acting as a conduit for the dead into the world of the living, spirits are drawn to Lee, and in most cases he leads them into the world beyond. But sometimes a spirit refuses, or simply cannot find their way through, even with his help. In those cases he has to take a more active role. For those who refuse, often coming in the form of undead, Lee puts them back by force. For those who simply cannot find their way back, he accompanies them until they are ready, keeping a watchful eye for any signs of undead.
As for his actual magic, with their agreement, Lee is able to use the spirits who follow him to his advantage in battle, giving them physical shape often in the form of bone-like constructs. One such common construct is a dragon-like skull that has a habit of releasing blasts of necrotic energy. This can be dangerous for a spirit however, as overuse can lead to the soul itself being spent completely. This often leads to Lee holding back, and as he has before, completely ignore the combat aspects of his magic.
As an upholder of both life and death, his Necromancy can also allow him to heal the injured to an extent, and as always, with the aid of the spirits who follow him. He will not however, commit the one atrocity that many outsiders link to Necromancy. He will not bring somebody back from the brink of death, or from death itself. Any healing that would require him to completely spend a soul, he will not vaguely entertain the thought of.
Acting as a conduit for the dead into the world of the living, spirits are drawn to Lee, and in most cases he leads them into the world beyond. But sometimes a spirit refuses, or simply cannot find their way through, even with his help. In those cases he has to take a more active role. For those who refuse, often coming in the form of undead, Lee puts them back by force. For those who simply cannot find their way back, he accompanies them until they are ready, keeping a watchful eye for any signs of undead.
As for his actual magic, with their agreement, Lee is able to use the spirits who follow him to his advantage in battle, giving them physical shape often in the form of bone-like constructs. One such common construct is a dragon-like skull that has a habit of releasing blasts of necrotic energy. This can be dangerous for a spirit however, as overuse can lead to the soul itself being spent completely. This often leads to Lee holding back, and as he has before, completely ignore the combat aspects of his magic.
As an upholder of both life and death, his Necromancy can also allow him to heal the injured to an extent, and as always, with the aid of the spirits who follow him. He will not however, commit the one atrocity that many outsiders link to Necromancy. He will not bring somebody back from the brink of death, or from death itself. Any healing that would require him to completely spend a soul, he will not vaguely entertain the thought of.
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STRENGTHS
- Ranged Combat
- Short battles
- Sleeping
- Speaking with children
- Dodging
WEAKNESSES
- Drawn out battles
- Innocent's involvement
- Promises
- Sleeping
- Honesty
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He has a daughter named Violet. She is 6 years old and is already showing signs of being sensitive to spirits like her father and grandmother. She often tries to sneak into the Guild to see her father working. Unlike her father she has naturally darker skin and deep brown hair broken up by tiny streaks of white, yet another sign of her natural affinity for necromancy.
He is extremely good with children, and enjoys their presence much more than most adults, then again this might just be due to his childlike demeanor.
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Trixie is a young girl who has for the majority of her life triumphed with little struggle. She's cocky, headstrong, and opinionated to a fault. These traits often make her seem abrasive and conceited – and for the most part they are correct. Trixie believes she knows everything that she needs to know, is often ruled by her impulses and sense of right-and-wrong, and socially inept with a lack of perception or intellect for manners, boundaries, and sensitivities. This makes the young red-headed girl seem rather brash and insensitive, though in most occasions, it isn't that Trixie is completely apathetic to the feelings and insecurities of others but rather that she thinks it is her divine right to push people and make them react.
“The weak let anything happen to them.” she often declares like some flamboyant catchphrase. With that said, it does describe how Trixie looks at society and people as a whole. Trixie is afraid of “being weak”. In the dog-eat-world that she lives in, she's come out believing that weakness is the worst thing ever. It is the source of her unruly personality and compounds everything else she cannot stand bearing the thought of including being killed and allowing yourself to let down the people you care about.
Trixie is 5'3" with bright red-orange hair and amber-gold eyes. She has a wide, overconfident smirk on her face about ninety-nine percent of the time and walks like she's the Queen of the entire planet. Besides her giant battle-hammer, a crimson cloak is the most notable accessory to her appearance.
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Trixia Blackfang
Trix, Trixie
Female
18
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As a relatively new member Trixie has only been around for a few weeks, give or take. Trixie has been led to believe the guild is the best place for her and that joining it is her idea, though that is not entirely true. After all, it is easy to trick Trixie. The fact the guild-master knew her father also helps.
Her Guild Mark is at the center of her right hand, below her knuckles and just short of her wrist.
Trixie was orphaned at a young age and effectively raised by the streets and her magic.
Her father, Marko Blackfang, was killed by an old enemy when Trixie was twelve years old. A man whom Trixie remembers for his crimson red eyes and unique battle scars. She still wasn't sure why she wasn't killed alongside her father, but the man's words about her father's weakness bore lasting damage throughout her life. Eventually Trixie fell into a gang of delinquents in the streets of a minor village in the northern straights of Fiore and up until she was sixteen years old that was where she stayed. But as with most things it was a temporary existence.
She still isn't sure why she bothered wandering to the doorsteps of the Winter's Blade, nor does she care about the circumstances. But perhaps things are more complicated than she wants to believe.
Her father, Marko Blackfang, was killed by an old enemy when Trixie was twelve years old. A man whom Trixie remembers for his crimson red eyes and unique battle scars. She still wasn't sure why she wasn't killed alongside her father, but the man's words about her father's weakness bore lasting damage throughout her life. Eventually Trixie fell into a gang of delinquents in the streets of a minor village in the northern straights of Fiore and up until she was sixteen years old that was where she stayed. But as with most things it was a temporary existence.
She still isn't sure why she bothered wandering to the doorsteps of the Winter's Blade, nor does she care about the circumstances. But perhaps things are more complicated than she wants to believe.
Metal-Make: Trixie has been fluent with metal-make, a form of molding magic that involves the creation and molding of metal. It is the only magic that Trixie has inherited from her father.
Hammer Magic: The basis of Hammer Magic is similar to Sword Magic, another variant holder magic involving the use of a specific weapon. Many of such moves are shown capable of going past the physical reach of the weapon employed in their use, threatening foes at short-to-mid range. It can also be synergized with elemental magic, though for Trixie this would be through her ability with metal-make. As it currently stands Trixie struggles with complex magic, so more powerful magic is out of her depth for now.
High Speed: High Speed is a type of Caster Magic that allows the caster to move at extremely high speeds. For Trixie this is generally done in quick bursts in conjunction with hand-to-hand combat or with her hammer. She can not break the sound barrier with her current affinity, either, so a skilled enough opponent will be able to keep pace or perceive Trixie's attacks when using her speed advantages.
Hammer Magic: The basis of Hammer Magic is similar to Sword Magic, another variant holder magic involving the use of a specific weapon. Many of such moves are shown capable of going past the physical reach of the weapon employed in their use, threatening foes at short-to-mid range. It can also be synergized with elemental magic, though for Trixie this would be through her ability with metal-make. As it currently stands Trixie struggles with complex magic, so more powerful magic is out of her depth for now.
High Speed: High Speed is a type of Caster Magic that allows the caster to move at extremely high speeds. For Trixie this is generally done in quick bursts in conjunction with hand-to-hand combat or with her hammer. She can not break the sound barrier with her current affinity, either, so a skilled enough opponent will be able to keep pace or perceive Trixie's attacks when using her speed advantages.
+ Unending energy and confidence, allowing to be a versatile fighter who can outlast others in a fight.
+ Hardened. Trixie was orphaned at a young age and has learned how to survive on scraps.
+ Charismatic. Despite her social issues, Trixie has the advantage of being able to inspire others with rousing speeches--even if they don't make sense much.
- Impulsive and foolhardy, lacking foresight in social and tactical situations.
- Idiot. Trixie struggles to read basic literature. Language seems like a foreign language to her.
- Overconfident and socially insensitive.
+ Hardened. Trixie was orphaned at a young age and has learned how to survive on scraps.
+ Charismatic. Despite her social issues, Trixie has the advantage of being able to inspire others with rousing speeches--even if they don't make sense much.
- Impulsive and foolhardy, lacking foresight in social and tactical situations.
- Idiot. Trixie struggles to read basic literature. Language seems like a foreign language to her.
- Overconfident and socially insensitive.
The biggest thing that is of importance that isn't covered in the above information is that due to the nature of her style of using her magic Trixie is a skilled weapon-based combatant and occasional brawler – though when in fist fights she tends to use her size and speed to her advantage.
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♦ William Vectis ♦
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♦ Personality ♦
William is an honest individual when it comes to others, he doesn’t mind dropping his two cents in when it comes to questionable actions or ideas as an attempt at being the voice of reason though whether they accept his advice is up to them. He treats everyone with the same amount of respect so long as they’ve given him no reason not too.
Ever since he was a kid, William was a hard worker and it has proved within his combat ability as well as knowledge of the world around him. He is quite thankful that it was beaten into him because without it he doesn't think he would have been able to afloat. Since the incident, William has become a rather gritty individual. He doesn't take insults or acts of intimidation lightly and almost always challenges them.
Williams Jett black medium length hair, slightly muscular frame, and height standing at 6’2 are the main features that most people notice. Upon closer inspection some will notice his deep lilac colored eyes as well as a few noticeable scars on his body.
Outside of work, William can be found in his trademark black trench coat, turtleneck, and beanie which keeps him plenty warm while around and about the town.
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William Jay Vectis
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Will, Willy, Jay
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William joined the guild 3 months ago and has been steadily working jobs ever since in order to support himself. He mostly keeps to himself while at the guild and generally accepts missions with anyone who dont prove to be a burden to him
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♦ History ♦
William is a member of house Vectis, a long established noble family residing in Talesin, an adequate merchant town north of the capital of Fiore. The Vectis household is most famous for their strong affinity for crystal magic which has allowed the family to produce renowned mages throughout the generations.
William is the first born of 2 by Leonardo And Melissa Vectis meaning he is first in line to becoming Heir to the household. Starting from the young age of 4, William would be taken under his father's wing to be groomed into the next Head of house Vectis. When he first heard that he would be next in line to lead the family, the young boy was excited to know that he would be following in his father's footsteps. At this point William was hopeful and determined not to let his father down.
Will was placed under an extremely strict regimen in order with little to no room for error or else there would be consequences. He would walk out of teaching sessions and magic lessons with his hands swollen, pink, and sometimes even bloodied before bandaging his hands up and making his way to magic training and surely wouldn’t leave without coughing up his lunch for the day. It was brutal surely but he stuck with it in hopes of pleasing his father whom he’d looked up to so dearly.
His life would surely change when he nearly lost his life at the age of 15 over a seemingly harmless business trip to the country of Bosco, east of Fiore. It wasn’t the boys first time traveling overseas with his family for business so he didn’t make much of it. The family they would be negotiating with was another wealthy family known as the House Arnet. During the negotiations William sat attentively listening to the words his father chose to say as well as the responses and propositions from the head of House Arnet, once a deal had been met both nobles shook hands. In celebration there was to be a party that same night at the Arnet family that Will and his family had been invited too.
The party was quite enjoyable as there was plenty of food and entertainment to go around but it all quickly turned into a nightmare. Willaim remembers a bright flash of light before being thrown out of the 3rd story of the household manor by his father as he mouthed the words ‘run’. The Arnet Manor went up in flames in a huge fiery explosion, lucky for William he had been saved from fatal wounds. When the boy came to his senses he found himself in a bush outside of the tattered mansion, quickly he rushed to his feet but was met with a chill down his spine as he felt the magic power within the area. The words that his father had mouthed to popped in his head and the boy took off into a nearby forest sprinting as hard as he could. The boy suffered some bad injuries but nothing magic couldn’t heal, after clearing a decent amount of distance away from the Manor, William passed out from exhaustion.
While unconscious, William was picked up by an appraiser making his way back home from the Royal capital. The Appraiser went by the name of Grayson and he was the one able to nurse William back to health as well as give him a place to stay until he was able to make his way back home. William stayed with the man for a few years before returning back to Fiore, when he had returned to his Family Manor he would find the place abandoned and in ruin at it was also subject to attack while the family was gone. At this point, William had nothing, even though he was crushed he didn’t let this stop him from preserving. He wanted to avenge his family, but first he would need clues. Once he had returned to Fiore he heard the news of a guild that had been formed after defeating the dark guild known as Demon's Maw. The idea of joining a magic guild didn’t sound so bad as not only would he be able to scavenge for clues of his family's killer but be provided with room and board as well as a bit of pocket money while he was at it.
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♦ Magic ♦
Crystal Magic - A type of magic used by the famous House Vectis, Crystal magic allows the user to produce crystals from their own body or the ground in order to provide offense, defense, or utility. William is capable of using his magic for a multitude of options whether it be restraining foes, protecting himself or allies from attacks, or even attaching shards to people in order to track down their location at a later date.
Requip - William prides himself within his defense and ability to take hits, over the recent years he has fitted himself with a multitude of shields in order to assist himself in fighting against a multitude of foes.
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+ From an early age members of the Vectis bloodline are taught to wield a sword and shield, William was no different. The boy showed diligence with his combat ability, even displaying ability for hand to hand combat.
+ William has a very strong work ethic that was built into him at a young age due to what he had to live up to, lucky for him it still stuck with him even after the incident.
+ During his years with Grayson he picked up on the ability to appraise artifacts as well as pieces of gear.
- William rarely lets his guard down causing him to be on edge rather often, this can sometimes get him into a lot of trouble and also cause jobs to become difficult for little to no reason.
- Will can be overly blunt and insensitive at times which often upsets those who aren't prepared.
- William is poor aerial fighter as his magic works best while on the ground.
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William is a sucker for some good food.
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Kim’s erratic and emotional behaviour is fairly standard of a young man navigating the harsh battlefield of adolescence. He’s gained a little bit of a reputation around White Harbour for his impulsiveness, brash attitude and disregard for authority. Ostracized from a young age due to the mysterious nature of his birth in the Valley of the Ancients, Kim has understandably grown to be resentful of the adults who sneer and speak in hushed whispers as he walks past. He tends to be argumentative and highly defensive, especially when talk of his mother is involved. His trust issues were deeply ingrained by an upbringing of shame, paranoia and prejudice; so much so that Kim often finds it difficult to talk to people who show him kindness and compassion. He relies heavy on his fight or flight response and it can take him a while to feel safe and comfortable around the right people.
Kim respects his father for providing for him despite having no biological obligation to do so. The man never once belittled Kim either, which is more than he can say for every other adult in his life. Even so, their relationship is practically non-existent. Kim has been given free reign all his life, resulting in somewhat of an unchecked mischievous streak. He tends to get bored easily and often uses thoughtless pranks as an outlet; usually at the expense of others. He doesn’t handle confrontation very well, often snapping back and growing violent if roused enough.
For those who are able to get through to him, Kim can be a fun guy to hang out with. He’s not great at openly discussing his feelings, tending to keep people at arms-length as much as possible. If pushed he shuts down, leading to a lot of his relationships failing due to his own insecurity. Kim has never felt as though he truly belonged in White Harbour – his soul yearns for the Valley of the Ancients. Stricken by an insatiable curiosity about his mother and where he was born, the boy has an unnatural connection to the strange lands. He keeps this to himself, not wanting to give the townspeople more ammunition against him.
Kim is a pretty scruffy looking kid with above average height for his age and a lanky, underdeveloped build. His face is round with an undefined jawline and he sports messy spiked hair that has been bleached and coloured pink. His eyebrows are thick and dark, retaining his natural colour. He has light brown eyes that turn fuchsia when he uses his magic. His skin is fair with warm cheeks that are dotted with irregular freckles and blemishes. His nose is crooked from the last time he broke it.
Kim’s attire is pretty casual and thoughtless. He wears enough layers to keep warm, usually seen in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He wears a couple rings that his father let him keep and usually keeps his mothers brooch tucked away in his pocket.
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Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose).Kim Lien
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Kimmie
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D Rank, Novice
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Kim is not an official member, but has been skipping school for the last few months to hang around the Guild Hall.
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None, as of yet.
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Sinh Lien and Maria Clearwater were a newly wed couple who had chosen to settle in White Harbour and start a family. After struggling to conceive for many years, it became clear that Maria would never be able to bear children. She grew withdrawn and depressed, a shell of her former self. Sinh was devoted to his wife and offered her all he could, but it was not enough. Maria began to develop strange and irrational behaviours – sleepwalking, muttering about strange creatures and carving strange symbols into the walls. Sinh had no choice but to have her committed to an institution a few towns over to help keep her from doing something that could cause her harm. He left her with a special brooch that belonged to his own mother.
A few days later, Sinh was informed there was an incident on the way to the asylum and Maria had escaped. She had seemingly vanished into thin air. Years passed and Sinh grieved, but he was ultimately able to move on with his life. Until a crying babe was found on the outskirts of the Valley of the Ancients, swaddled in strange beast pelts held together with Maria’s brooch.
Sinh took the child in, gave him a name and did his best to provide a home. Yet as Kim began to grow, the likeness to Maria became too much for Sinh to bear. Despite his best efforts to hide his anguish from Kim, it became clear that his father held very little love for the child. He wasn’t even entirely convinced Kim was Maria’s. The alternative was throwing the boy onto the street or to an orphanage, and Sinh couldn’t do that. So, the two of them remained a family – distant and dysfunctional but a family all the same.
Growing up, Kim learned quickly he was different. White Harbour kept the boy at a distance from the other youth, muttering of his strange origin and the mysterious rumours of Maria’s descent into madness before her disappearance. Kim wasn’t entirely sure why he was being treated with such suspicion, but he knew it wasn’t fair. He began to lash out more at those who would gawk at him as they passed on the street or belittle him for his lineage. He caused a lot of trouble for his father, but Sinh would merely apologise to the victims of Kim’s frustration. He would offer recompense and then go about his day. He never once tried to defend Kim or explain why everyone treated him so differently. That only served to push him further away from Kim.
Kim grew up by his own rules, figuring no one would really care if he acted out a bit. In fact, it was pretty much expected. Fights at school, inappropriate pranks and nights roaming the streets became Kim’s norm. When the young delinquent discovered his natural aptitude for his strange branch of Fire Magic, it only further added to his recklessness. Except now, there was someone else paying attention to him. Aiden Cross, a heroic wizard establishing his own Guild in White Harbour, took interest in the young boy born in the Valley of the Ancients and his peculiar magic. Kim was offered a place to hang out any time he felt like he needed some space or a friendly ear. Reluctant at first, Kim would eventually start skipping class to hang out at Winter’s Blade. He hasn’t officially joined, requiring permission from his father to do so, but he has definitely been spending most of his time at the Guild Hall recently.
A few days later, Sinh was informed there was an incident on the way to the asylum and Maria had escaped. She had seemingly vanished into thin air. Years passed and Sinh grieved, but he was ultimately able to move on with his life. Until a crying babe was found on the outskirts of the Valley of the Ancients, swaddled in strange beast pelts held together with Maria’s brooch.
Sinh took the child in, gave him a name and did his best to provide a home. Yet as Kim began to grow, the likeness to Maria became too much for Sinh to bear. Despite his best efforts to hide his anguish from Kim, it became clear that his father held very little love for the child. He wasn’t even entirely convinced Kim was Maria’s. The alternative was throwing the boy onto the street or to an orphanage, and Sinh couldn’t do that. So, the two of them remained a family – distant and dysfunctional but a family all the same.
Growing up, Kim learned quickly he was different. White Harbour kept the boy at a distance from the other youth, muttering of his strange origin and the mysterious rumours of Maria’s descent into madness before her disappearance. Kim wasn’t entirely sure why he was being treated with such suspicion, but he knew it wasn’t fair. He began to lash out more at those who would gawk at him as they passed on the street or belittle him for his lineage. He caused a lot of trouble for his father, but Sinh would merely apologise to the victims of Kim’s frustration. He would offer recompense and then go about his day. He never once tried to defend Kim or explain why everyone treated him so differently. That only served to push him further away from Kim.
Kim grew up by his own rules, figuring no one would really care if he acted out a bit. In fact, it was pretty much expected. Fights at school, inappropriate pranks and nights roaming the streets became Kim’s norm. When the young delinquent discovered his natural aptitude for his strange branch of Fire Magic, it only further added to his recklessness. Except now, there was someone else paying attention to him. Aiden Cross, a heroic wizard establishing his own Guild in White Harbour, took interest in the young boy born in the Valley of the Ancients and his peculiar magic. Kim was offered a place to hang out any time he felt like he needed some space or a friendly ear. Reluctant at first, Kim would eventually start skipping class to hang out at Winter’s Blade. He hasn’t officially joined, requiring permission from his father to do so, but he has definitely been spending most of his time at the Guild Hall recently.
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Lunar Flame Magic
Caster Magic. A rare variation of Fire Magic in which Kim holds a natural affinity for despite no formal training. It is speculated that Kim, being born in the Valley of the Ancients, inherited the magic at birth as a by-product of his strange origins. As the name would suggest, Lunar Flame draws power from the moon to fuel the ethereal black and fuchsia flames (Moonfire) Kim is able to conjure from his body. While it holds mostly the same properties as normal fire, its power fluctuates depending on the time of day and the phases of the moon.
During the day his fire functions normally with no spectacular effects. He is able to control who is affected by his flames, allowing allies to touch and move through it without consequence.
At night his magic receives a boon, growing in strength and intensity. His Moonfire is also capable of burning away illusions and falsehoods during the night. His powers are further increased exponentially during a full moon; however, Kim undergoes a strange personality shift during this time. He becomes distant and aloof, the lure of the Valley bearing down on him with a strange urgency.
Kim is unable to wield his magic at night during a new moon. His fire also tends to act without his consent; jumping from place to place and twisting into various forms all on it's own. It seems to have a mind of its own at times.
Caster Magic. A rare variation of Fire Magic in which Kim holds a natural affinity for despite no formal training. It is speculated that Kim, being born in the Valley of the Ancients, inherited the magic at birth as a by-product of his strange origins. As the name would suggest, Lunar Flame draws power from the moon to fuel the ethereal black and fuchsia flames (Moonfire) Kim is able to conjure from his body. While it holds mostly the same properties as normal fire, its power fluctuates depending on the time of day and the phases of the moon.
During the day his fire functions normally with no spectacular effects. He is able to control who is affected by his flames, allowing allies to touch and move through it without consequence.
At night his magic receives a boon, growing in strength and intensity. His Moonfire is also capable of burning away illusions and falsehoods during the night. His powers are further increased exponentially during a full moon; however, Kim undergoes a strange personality shift during this time. He becomes distant and aloof, the lure of the Valley bearing down on him with a strange urgency.
Kim is unable to wield his magic at night during a new moon. His fire also tends to act without his consent; jumping from place to place and twisting into various forms all on it's own. It seems to have a mind of its own at times.
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+ Physically resilient for his age.
+ Natural affinity for his magic.
+ Not nearly as naive as most kids.
- Lack of any formal training inhibits his combat prowess greatly.
- Lacks control over his magic reserves, burning through them carelessly.
- Distrusts authority figures and has issues following orders.
+ Natural affinity for his magic.
+ Not nearly as naive as most kids.
- Lack of any formal training inhibits his combat prowess greatly.
- Lacks control over his magic reserves, burning through them carelessly.
- Distrusts authority figures and has issues following orders.
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Kim has a sweet tooth but he'd never admit it.
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