[OOC] Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

[mickilennial]

TFW you don't feel like finishing your sheet right this second.

[DoomFlavored]

@Raijinslayer Almost went Berserk over that but then figured out the source was Dragon Age and felt properly not smart.

[Raijinslayer]

Yee, i'm going to be a lot of Solas imagery for that plot point. Six-eyed wolf is too strong an aesthetic.

[Hero]

Will probably edit this a bunch of times, but I'm basically done.

Gotta jingle dem keys

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_{Please believe in me, as I will protect you to the end.}

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Personality

<sub>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.</sub>

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?”

| N a m e: |

Ourania Clavis

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Happily insists on being called Nia.

| G e n d e r: |

♀

| A g e: |

20

| R a n k: |

A

| Guild Membership Status: |

Happily active for almost four months!

| Guild Seal Location: |

Upper right thigh

| History: |

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.

| Magic: |

{ 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.

Current Keys in Possession

[ Gate of the Water Bearer: Aquarius ]
♒︎
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.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

Strengths

• High magic stamina
• High physical prowess and durability when using Star Dress
• Knowledgeable on magic

Weaknesses

• Reliant on Star Dress for physical prowess
• Reliant on keys for magic
• Low physical strength

| Miscs : |

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.

[CaliforniaState]

What's your blood type?

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Personality

_{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

_{Due to his age, Kvasir hasn’t fully completed his growth cycle. With his late growth spurt he’s currently stunted at a height of 5’6 which makes him amongst the shortest in the guild by nearly a few inches. This doesn’t lend itself to a napoleon complex, but instead gives way to a more acrobatic frame and method of attack. Besides his short stature his body is rather small too. He only weighs around a 120 pounds, but he has some meat on his bones to match his scrappy nature. His body is covered in ink and marks in random striations and designs that represent the sins and blood of man. Most of his appearance is pure skin aside from a red bandanna that matches a tattered red waist cloth and bandages that line his forearms and shins.}

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“Let me go first.”

| N a m e: |

Kvasir

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Bloody Mess

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

16

| R a n k: |

C

| Guild Membership Status: |

Fresh off the boat

| Guild Seal Location: |

On top of his tongue

| History: |

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 world 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. Like many other children in the cult he grew up quite normal with the exception of being subject to being homeschooled. The practices and teaching were of course skewed and bias and not what most other kids are taught in traditional schools. The village was led by one male figure head who harbored multiple wives and dictated rules that became law. While such close-minded fanaticism usually gave way to benighted individuals, Kvasir was different. Instead he chose to challenge the knowledge being instilled by wandering off from his village and experience the outside world. This brought him to white harbor many times.

Through his curiosity he learned from those around him who were both handy with an ax and that of magic. The older he became the more he began to conceptualize and develop. When he was old enough Kvasir began to spout out and correct all the information that was being taught to them, not solely on his word alone but through demonstrations. Eventually the cult began to see him as one of the wisest of beings despite only being a child. His childlike ignorance didn’t alarm him to becoming a Self-fulfilling prophecy. Kvasir was their god and the god of wisdom and it was foretold if he were to be killed and drained of his blood to be mixed with honey, they would be able to drink in his wisdom.

Thus, one night in the stillness of the moonlit sky, Kvasir was restrained and taken as sacrifice. Bound and gagged he was bled upside down like a pig. 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. 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 carve their names and sins into his skin as a reminder of the ritual he performed to obtain his power.

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.

| Magic: |

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.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

Strengths:
Excels in close range combat
Fearless
Tenacious
Acrobatic in and out of combat

Weaknesses:
Can become frenzied and lose himself in battle
Has a hard time being social
Can’t replenish his reserves from long range
Rash

| Miscs : |

Attached to his bandages are gauntlets which house two hooked hidden blades, blood drawn from these feed into a tube that goes directly into Kvasir's skin.

[Grey]

Blood God Slayer Magic (血の滅神魔法Chi no Metsujin Mahō)

@Severance

weeb

[CaliforniaState]

Pls no bully

[KiwiTime]

The more i think about it the more i wanna find somebody to commision tondraw my characters together.

[Floch]

@Severance Be my pet.

[Lunarlord34]

And here I thought we would bully him for 'people die when they are killed'

[Raijinslayer]

The discord has been opened to the public. Gotta a link here and on the Oth post

[j8cob]

Alright, got it to a kinda acceptable quality.

Sender

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Personality

_{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, 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

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Cade
Sender
Lightcaller
Terror of Azkenan

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Male

| A g e: |

19

| R a n k: |

A--

| Guild Membership Status: |

One month and still apprehensive about joining.

| Guild Seal Location: |

Back of right hand, colored green.

| History: |

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.

| Magic: |

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.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

+ 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.

| Miscs : |

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[Remram]

Under da Sea

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Personality

<sub>Ambitious, rude, selfish, and snarky, Oliver is often seen as someone that does not fit the ideal image of a mage guild. However, one would find that after talking to him that he is actually a very sociable, intelligent young man. He is the kind of person that is not afraid to speak his mind and is not afraid to call people out on their crap, but he is also a clever individual so he knows when to hold his tongue when the situation calls for it. Oliver is a surprisingly hard worker and even if he bitches and moans about doing stuff, he will go above and beyond what he was asked to do.

Believe it or not, Oliver respects authority as long as they can back it up. Rather, he respects the position more than the person that holds it. Oliver is a person that wants to be on top and has a very strong will, which does not really go that well when it bumps into others. He isn't a barbarian though; throwing fists isn't the best solution, but he also would not say no to a fight.

To say he knows he messed up is an understatement; he knows that he had caused a lot of grief and damage, and he really is trying to atone for it. The problem is that there are temptations to fall back into his old habits that would get him neck deep into trouble and hurt those around him.

Oliver is a fan of collecting worldly goods, especially high end fashion.</sub>

Appearance

_{5'11 and has a tattoo of a serpent's eye on his nape. Enjoys wearing what's fashionable.}

“A pig with lipstick is still a pig.”

| N a m e: |

Oliver Rigby

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Oli, Scales, Bitch Boi

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

18

| R a n k: |

C

| Guild Membership Status: |

He has been a member for a three months and is only there so he does not cause anymore trouble. He is not exactly there by his own will, but he is still dedicated since his grandmother and Aiden gave him a second chance.

| Guild Seal Location: |

Lower back

| History: |

Oliver was born to a family of wealthy merchants in Crocus though spent half of his life with his grandmother who used to be a high ranking member of the council. His parents were dicks and the only one that actually gave a damn about him is his grandmother. At some point he was sent to a military school due to his parents believing he needed to be toughened, which is what led him down this path.

Oliver got into the wrong crowd, the mafia to be specific. They gave him small jobs, stuff that would just be called a minor misdemeanor in a court of law at worst, but as he worked his way up the ranks they became far more damning if he was caught; peddling drugs, extortion, and so on, but hey, the money was good and the treated him like family. Things could only be described as being on the up and up for Oliver, until he was told by his boss to join him for some leisure. The boss was going to take a family friend out to the bay in Hargeon and show them a good time for his birthday and invited Oliver due to him being one of the favorites of the group.

So they were all on a yacht far from the shores of the city and things were going well all up until the family friend was capped in the head. It turned out that he was an informant for the Mage Council and had been feeding information until one of the boss' boys found a one way communication lacrima on his ring. Of course Oliver knew that this happened, it was in their job, but he had actually never killed anyone nor had he ever seen it until now. It was at this moment that he began to realize what kind of shit that he had caught himself in.

So Oliver and company where tasked with disposing the body, but the ship shook to everyone's confusion. They were being boarded by Ruin Knights and a fight broke out. That guy must've told them where he was going and they were prepared to catch them in one swoop. It all happened so fast; he was blasted into the water, sinking and sinking as he was losing consciousness. The last thing he remembered was seeing a shadow of titanic proportions slithering beneath and then a glowing yellow eye that dwarfed him staring at him.

"Live... Conquer."

He heard a voice that was not his own in his head before he blacked out. When he woke up, he dragged onto a ship full of Rune Knights and was immediately in their custody. Oliver's grandmother used her connections and service to pull him out, believing that he still is a good child that just needed to be pointed to the right direction. Out of desperation, she asked Aiden Cross to take Oliver into his guild to help turn him into a better person. It was either that or he would be sent to prison with the rest of the mob. Of course, he chose the former.

Strange things had been happening to him; he had been hearing that voice in his head lately and he has abilities that he did not have before. What the hell was that thing and what the hell did it do to him? Perhaps he will learn the more he stays with Winter's Blade.

| Magic: |

Pact with the Deep (Name only for meta purposes): A strange ability he had gained from the creature. It gives him the ability to generate and manipulate water that he can use for combat though lacks the power and experience to do any large scale attacks. He can also grow iron hard scales on his body, claws, and give himself a physical boost to which ever part he transforms. However, at this moment he can only transform and augment two parts of his body at once, meaning that for example if he transforms his arms he will gain great strength in his arms, but he won't augment any other part of his body. Same thing if he augmented his legs; his legs would be stronger and he would be able to move faster, but he won't get another boost from it.

If he is in a body of water, these abilities are further augmented as long he is in said body of water. He can move faster, hit harder, and have greater control over water as well as an increased amount.

A side-effect of this power is that he seems to have the ability to communicate with aquatic life and the creature talks to him in broken sentences in his head.

Venom Magic and Venom-Make: Unsurprisingly, he inherited this magic from his toxic father. Oliver has the ability to create, mold, and manipulate venom/toxic material in a liquid and solid form. At his level he can only produce venom that will paralyze people, but at full strength he can make it corrosive.

As for his Venom-Make, he can create static constructs with quick proficiency, but so far lacks the experience to create anything very complex or to create an dynamic constructs. He can create massive objects at the cost of using a lot of his magic reserves though.

Requip: Literally is used just for his wardrobe.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

• Can handle his drink
• Actually a good singer
• Professionally trained in combat by the military

○ Has a Lovecraftian creature speaking in his head
○ His cooking is so bad his steak tried to shank him with its own bone
○ Spends too much money on clothes
○ Explosively lactose intolerant

| Miscs : |

His favorite clothing brands are Lucci and Bugo Hoss.

Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose).

[Cello]

I was having too much trouble working Mai's backstory into the rp so I decided to try a fresh approach.

Kim Lien

Character Theme | Blessing It



<sub>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.</sub>

| N a m e: |

Kim Lien

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Kimmie

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

14

| R a n k: |

D Rank, Novice

| Guild Membership Status: |

Kim is not an official member, but has been skipping school for the last few months to hang around the Guild Hall.

| Guild Seal Location: |

None, as of yet.

| History: |

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.

| Magic: |

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.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

+ 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.

| Miscs : |

Kim has a sweet tooth but he'd never admit it.

Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose).

[Sanguine Rose]

I'm really excited. I can see Ria having a lot of interesting interactions with everyone posted so far.

[Lunarlord34]

Hopefully done

Sssh mums here

Guild Membership Card

Personality

<sub>When one first meets Freyja, she can be a surprisingly terrifying and intimidating presence. An ever-present look of disapproval and dark, cold violet eyes coupled with an ominous, chill-inducing 'aura' around her. Just her existence seems to scare off or frighten small animals or draw larger one's attention. Even the local townsfolk and their children seem to be put off by her presence, causing the woman to use less conventional routes through the city to get about her usual tasks. Never one to back down from a challenge, she is more than capable of breaking a few bones or stepping on toes without batting an eyelid. Many find her rough and tough exterior off-putting, so she tends to work by herself. She is notoriously harsh and strict in her enforcement of the rules whenever the need arises, generally via a scolding which could take hours.

However, despite this, she tends to always be the first to welcome one back to the guildhall, often not letting them into the hall itself till she has checked their bodies for anything remotely resembling an injury. With her innate ability in hand, she can tell if someone is acting tough or not, not afraid to call them out on it whether they be an angsty 14-year-old or the guild master himself. One could never question her commitment to the guild, which she always passes off as repaying her debt for their part in helping her, though her unwavering loyalty is almost unnatural. Though sometimes she can take her 'helping' to some extremes, rubbing some people off the wrong way and as such is a classic example of someone with the right intentions but poor execution. She has a sharp tongue, which combined with her blunt and sometimes brutal honesty can also lead to other similar problems. She doesn't put up with whingers or whiners, nor does she seem to enjoy the presence of smooth talkers or lady-men.

While she cares little for her appearance, she seems to show a disturbing, obsessive paranoia about wearing her hood and as such is almost always found with it up even when she sleeps, often becoming flustered or easily enraged when someone attempts to unhood her. When she gets angry she slowly grows quieter. As an outcast with nowhere else to turn to, she would throw her life away without a second thought to ensure the safety of the guild. Freyja has seemingly lost all sense of time, not seeming to know the difference between minutes, hours or months.

However, now and then, she can feel something tugging at her consciousness. Something dark, yet familiar calling out to her...</sub>

Appearance

_{Freyja appears to be a young woman of around 20 years of age who is slightly shorter than average height, with medium length blond hair that ends around her shoulder-blades with striking, cold violet eyes. On her right hand is a silver ring, and around her neck, she wears a silver pop-open locket, her only possessions she will never part with bar her hood. She will be almost always be found wearing her hood up. And if she isn't? Well...I recommend running.}

"If you're saying I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all my children equally.”
earlier that day
"...I don't care for Kim."

| N a m e: |

Freyja Baequiettln

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Witch of Winters Blade
Frey
Fey
Mother Mercury
Hooded Freak

| G e n d e r: |

Female

| A g e: |

Unknown, looks to be in early twenties late teens

| R a n k: |

C Rank

| Guild Membership Status: |

Been a member for around 6 months now, more than settled in at this point though how well she is accepted varies.

| Guild Seal Location: |

Palm of right hand, azure blue

| History: |

The story of Freyja is an...interesting one. For you see, to start at the beginning is near impossible. Her earliest memory consists of waking up one day...in the valley of the ancients. Cold, tired, starving and...naked? She had no idea how she had gotten there. Who she was. Where she was from. Why she was even there. All she could recall was her name, all she owned was a small silver locket with the image of a small child in it. While for her in her dreamlike state it seemed like hours passed as she wandered the ruined valley. Or was it minutes? Days? It was all a blur to the girl, almost as if she was half-asleep the entire time. Once she managed to navigate her way out she almost immediately proceeded to pass out along one of the routes leading to the Valley.

When she was found, she was barely even alive. She shouldn't have been alive, for her body was covered in wounds, suffered from the extreme cold, and she hadn't eaten a single morsel of food since awakening in the strange valley. This currently unnamed wizard who found her was a member of the newly formed Winters Blade, sent out here on a mission due to rumors of strange beasts being sighted in the area. When they attempted to aid Freyja, they were immediately set upon by Geeves. Though due to her weakened state he was no bigger than a child and was easily subdued and contained in a jar for the entire trip back to the guild with the once again slumbering woman in tow. Immediately brought to Aiden for his counsel on the matter, where the girl was treated and upon recovery much was discussed of her current situation. Deciding it best to keep her shady origins a secret from most, she was inducted into the guild and the rest is history.

| Magic: |

Geeves the Super Blob- While maybe not exactly magic in its truest form, Freyja is almost always followed by a strange magical blop of mercury that feeds off her magical reserves. The more that she feeds him, the more powerful and larger he becomes. For the most part, he'll be found on her person about the size of a small bird or rat. But he is capable of taking a humanoid form or even turning into weapons and other constructs on the battlefield at her command. He can be thinned out, split apart, even duplicate. So long as she has magic power left, he'll obey her every command.

Reinforcement Magic: She can reinforce her body to become more resilient to blows, or to temporarily enhance her strength. Though she tends to not use this often thanks to Geeves.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

• Reading a person's general mood
• Hilariously strong for her build
• No mum is complete without the ability to soothe others with a touch, hug or lap pillow.
• High alcohol tolerance

• Can be overbearing. Just a smidge.
• Young children in danger is just something she cannot ignore, for better or worse
• Her hood
• Sleeps in. A lot.
• Misunderstood. Like, a lot.
• Lots of slang tends to fly right over her head
• Due to her appearance, it's hard to take her scoldings seriously

| Miscs: |

Freyja seems to have been gifted with a strange, heightened sense of empathy towards others. To those she is close to, she can almost feel their emotions to be like her own, while to others she may only get a slight hint that something is off.

Nothings complete without a good battle theme

Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose).

[Cello]

@Lunarlord34

[DoomFlavored]

I'm really excited. I can see Ria having a lot of interesting interactions with everyone posted so far.

@Sanguine Rose

Ria : Was part of Demon's Maw
Rashiku : *STRONG URGE TO STAB*
Ria : Was a SLAVE of Demon's Maw
Rashiku : .......... *less strong urge to stab...*

[Sanguine Rose]

<Snipped quote by Sanguine Rose>

Ria : Was part of Demon's Maw
Rashiku : *STRONG URGE TO STAB*
Ria : Was a SLAVE of Demon's Maw
Rashiku : .......... *less strong urge to stab...*

@DoomFlavored

Oh believe me, if it gets out, I'm sure it'll be more complicated than that (and more time between "was part of Demon's Maw" and finding out it her choice.) But she doesn't talk about that to anyone.
Though where he'd get mad (assuming) at talk of the guild, she'd be saddened.

It'd be fun to have come up, though, 'cause all the kinda brooding or less social members her age are exactly who she'd want to hang out with. Like an annoyingly bubbly sister wanting to play. Lol Though she'd want to hang out with pretty much everyone. (Especially on Klaus's boat.)

[Lunarlord34]

<Snipped quote by DoomFlavored>

Oh believe me, if it gets out, I'm sure it'll be more complicated than that (and more time between "was part of Demon's Maw" and finding out it her choice.) But she doesn't talk about that to anyone.
Though where he'd get mad (assuming) at talk of the guild, she'd be saddened.

It'd be fun to have come up, though, 'cause all the kinda brooding or less social members her age are exactly who she'd want to hang out with. Like an annoyingly bubbly sister wanting to play. Lol Though she'd want to hang out with pretty much everyone. (Especially on Klaus's boat.)

@Sanguine Rose

Hell yeah, party time on the boat.