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DELETED jdl3932 Sok Il-Seong / (Second Initiation)
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"Men are often just as monstrous as the monsters themselves."Sex
Male.Age
Appears to be no more than twenty years old, but is in reality three centuries old.Height
5'10.Weight
198.76 lbs.Species
Vampire.Volunteered or Sentenced
Sentenced to join.Physical Abnormalities
A thin almost imperceptible scar running down his left eye along with a deeper and more pronounced series of gashes running across his chest courtesy of a swipe from the Blood God's claws. As for the color of his eyes specifically, they have been likened unto twin furnaces which burn alluringly in the darkness.Need To Know Information
- To combat the effects of sunlight Vitius generally wears very thick clothing, armor, and hoods to decrease his risk of exposure.
- Thanks to his years as a member of the well trained contingent of guards assigned to the town of Ebongrove by Baron Corvus, his time in the Red Hoods, and his three additional centuries of watching the world change around him, Vitius is extremely skilled at sword fighting and hand-to-hand combat, along with a wide variety of other skills.
- While originally a piercing blue in color, Vitius's eyes have changed to a flaming orange since his ingestion of demon blood hundreds of years ago. His overall appearance has become drastically more youthful as well, making him look like he did in his early twenties, though whether or not this is a side effect of the demon blood is unknown.
- Vitius original sword was lost during his battle with an angry spirit while he and some other recruits were conducting their investigation of Fenwd, though he managed to replace it in due time with the Vǫrðrsbani Blade. A steel bastard sword inlaid with ancient runes, as well as two cerulean gems embedded in its hilt that glow when in the presence of incorporeal beings, signifying a release of the magic housed within. The very same magic that grants the blade its power both to harm and slay them. When not in the presence of such creatures however, the blade functions like a sword normally would, albeit without the fancy glow emitted by the runes and gems or the powerful magic.
- Although he has consumed a great deal of blood over the years, human and animal alike, Vitius usually lets the memories passed along with his meals fade away into nothingness rather than holding onto them for extended periods of time. He does so out of a desire to avoid being burdened with their "luggage" as he calls it. There is one person whose memories he has kept over the years, however, that being Liros. His long since deceased friend and former brother in arms.
Special Abilities
Blood God's Curse: Due to a peculiar side effect of consuming demon blood, this particular bearer of the parasite must now deal with travelling between Hell and Tenebris at random times for the rest of their natural life. Although theoretically possible to master, and thus control, the current bearer of this curse has not yet found a way to do so for the three-hundred years they have been alive. This makes the prospects of any fledgling vampires learning to bring it under their control, should they even acquire such an ability in the first place, highly improbable if not impossible.Initiates: A Brief(ish) History
Leech. Bloodsucker. Monster. Vitius was never the most trusted member of the Hoods, as the many names he was given during the duration of his forced servitude and the chains he was escorted to the Keep in clearly shows. Viewed with more suspicion than most of the other initiates-even those that were supernatural beings in their own right-Vitius had it tough from day one, and an ever growing feud with fellow initiate Colin only made matters worse. Despite all of this however, Dragomir managed to pass the Hoods initiation trial and earn his Yellow Hood, thus securing his place as a member of their order...
For the time being anyway.
It wasn't long before he was sent on his first mission with some of the other recruits, the group having been tasked with investigating the strange goings on in the quiet village of Traffyn Fenwd. Coincidentally it was this mission that helped seal his eventual desertion from the Hoods as while there one of the members of his team ran off, never to be seen or heard from again. And while the blame was not publicly cast on Vitius within the Hoods themselves upon his groups return, the suspicion that he had drained his missing colleague and left their bloodless corpse lying in a ditch somewhere still remained, making life back at the keep in Duncaster even harder than it was before. He persevered, however, attempting to gradually change the Hoods draconic views on people like him from within until he eventually gave up, believing that they were too set in their ways and thus had to be destroyed instead. Thus he turned deserter and fled the keep during the middle of the night, taking what little personal effects he owned with him before quickly making his way back to the Crimson Heights.
Back to Ebongrove.
From there he met up with his old comrade and close friend Liro, the two of them beginning to plan their impromptu war against the Hoods. Using gorilla tactics, the two systematically eliminated multiple Red Hood patrols and squadrons, covering their tracks each time to prevent discovery. Then, just when everything seemed to be going well in their yearlong conflict, the Hoods suddenly disbanded. It was as though they had completely lost the will to fight, let alone exist as an order. Finding himself without an enemy to fight or a righteous cause to champion, Vitius felt extremely relieved and lost in equal measure. Relieved that he'd finally removed their influence from the land, and could finally begin to help those who were afflicted as he was, and lost because this overwhelmingly powerful force he'd been so adamant on destroying for so many years had just... given up. Left him with nothing toward which he could direct his efforts. Liro on the other hand, was just happy that he could sit back, grab a mug of ale, and finally catch up with an old friend. An attitude that helped anchor Vitius greatly as he pondered his next move.
This peace would not last long though. For several years later a small coven of vampires living in the craggy mountains surrounding Ebongrove began conducting a ritual to summon their so called "Blood God", a demonic entity they believed to be the progenitor of the vampiric parasite and thus their species as a whole. The tenuous accuracy of this claim aside, Vitius and Liro soon caught wind of what they were trying to do and decided to stop them, not wishing to face the prospect of a demonic invasion no matter how insignificant or unlikely it seemed. So gearing up the duo ventured deep into the mountains via a secret path revealed to them by a member of the coven, whom they'd captured when it had come down into the valley to feed, whereupon the search for the hideout truly began. After several hours of looking the pair finally found a small, damp, cave the group was using as a base and ventured inside. They were, much to their horror, too late to halt the ritual and were therefore forced to watch in anxious anticipation as the beast slowly clawed its way out of the blood red portal that had been opened in the very stone beneath their feet.
Thus, when it had fully emerged, the two were joined in combat with the creature and its followers. It was a long and bloody fight, but one that ultimately left the two victorious, albeit at a cost. It also left Vitius with his first real taste of a demon's blood, as he had latched onto its throat during the fight. Liro was mortally wounded during the scuffle, however, prompting Vitius to drink his blood in order to preserve his friend's final memories. With this done Vitius buried Liro just outside the entrance to the path they'd taken to get there, taking a moment to pay what respects he could before silently trekking back to the valley below. With the coven destroyed and it's demonic master slain, Vitius once again found himself at a loss, but this time without anyone to help him find his way in the world, to serve as his anchor. So he wandered far and wide for the next three centuries, feeding only when necessary and subtly changing peoples opinions towards monsters whenever and wherever he could. During this time he acquired a plethora of new skills while also dealing with a new development in his life, that being his sudden procurement of the Blood God's ability to jump or "shift" between Tenebris and Hell, albeit at completely random intervals.
But despite numerous setbacks Vitius soldiered on, bearing the sudden shifts between Hell and the material plane as best he could while he made his way to Duncaster for reasons unknown. The trip went well at first, as he was covering quite a bit of ground in a very short period of time, before an unexpected planar shift threw a wrench into his plans. This one wasn't like the others, however, as it lasted for much longer than he had anticipated, forcing him to wander the depths of Hell for what seemed like months before he was finally returned. Only this time Vitius wasn't in Duncaster but a tavern, and an unfamiliar one at that. Seeing no immediate solution to his situation, he decided to stick around in the hopes of finding out just where the hell he was.
Guild RP/Other RP: The Red Hoods - Initiates/The Red Hoods - Rebirth.
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Raptra Fluorescent Birb
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Name: Selestra Windblade
Guild RP/Other RP: An Evil Melody
Background:
Selestra was born and raised in a family of travelling musicians who moved from town to town, entertaining the crowds for whatever they would pay them. However, it all changed for her one night when her family stopped their caravan on a path through some woods. A bunch of bandits attacked without warning, catching them completely off guard. Although the bandits only intended to rob them, the lives of her parents were not spared. The then teenage girl was left to wander by herself, using the skills she had learned to get by. She continued to stick to her performances, though, she would at times resort to betting games and petty scams to get her hands on some extra coin.
Eventually stumbling upon a little colony, she decided to stay in the cozy settlement and get acquainted with the people there. Many adored her and enjoyed her performances, though, there were still some who mistrusted the outwardly-charming and charismatic young woman, seeing that she could at times be rather devious. After an event involving a mysterious melody and the disappearances of several of the town's inhabitants, those who disliked Selestra began spreading rumors that she somehow had something to do with the tragic occurrence. She managed to escape arrest by fleeing the village, and has returned to her nomadic life ever since.
Powers:
Charm/Hypnosis - Selestra can turn a non-psychic magic user into a friendly acquaintance for an hour.
Song of Healing - Selestra's music can heal physical injuries.
Skills:
Acrobatics - Selestra is very agile and is proficient with small weapons like throwing knives.
Sleight of Hand - Selestra can leave, take, or conceal objects without being seen.
Performance - Selestra is a charismatic individual and can effectively entertain.
Other:
Selestra plays the lyre, and she possesses an intricately-carved wooden one which she uses for both entertainment and her spells.
Guild RP/Other RP: An Evil Melody
Background:
Selestra was born and raised in a family of travelling musicians who moved from town to town, entertaining the crowds for whatever they would pay them. However, it all changed for her one night when her family stopped their caravan on a path through some woods. A bunch of bandits attacked without warning, catching them completely off guard. Although the bandits only intended to rob them, the lives of her parents were not spared. The then teenage girl was left to wander by herself, using the skills she had learned to get by. She continued to stick to her performances, though, she would at times resort to betting games and petty scams to get her hands on some extra coin.
Eventually stumbling upon a little colony, she decided to stay in the cozy settlement and get acquainted with the people there. Many adored her and enjoyed her performances, though, there were still some who mistrusted the outwardly-charming and charismatic young woman, seeing that she could at times be rather devious. After an event involving a mysterious melody and the disappearances of several of the town's inhabitants, those who disliked Selestra began spreading rumors that she somehow had something to do with the tragic occurrence. She managed to escape arrest by fleeing the village, and has returned to her nomadic life ever since.
Powers:
Charm/Hypnosis - Selestra can turn a non-psychic magic user into a friendly acquaintance for an hour.
Song of Healing - Selestra's music can heal physical injuries.
Skills:
Acrobatics - Selestra is very agile and is proficient with small weapons like throwing knives.
Sleight of Hand - Selestra can leave, take, or conceal objects without being seen.
Performance - Selestra is a charismatic individual and can effectively entertain.
Other:
Selestra plays the lyre, and she possesses an intricately-carved wooden one which she uses for both entertainment and her spells.
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Ouroborrean
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Robin Goodfellow
Guild RP/Other RP: Fresh Character
Background: Once every eleven years, in a small country nestled in the northern mountains, the boundary between the human world and the realm of the fae distorts, creating a brief window during which the whimsical faerie folk cross over and wreak mischief, often going so far as to lure human children into the night with dancing lights, haunting music, and whispered promises of treats and games. These children, who their forlorn parents have taken to calling "the Lost Ones", are usually abandoned once the pranksters tire of their sport, once the ordinary reflex of weeping and homesick panic set in. The lucky few manage to make it back to the human world before the window closes, but those that do not are trapped, imprisoned in the fae realm without parent or patron to keep them fed and protected from the untamed wilds of Titania's Court.
Robin Goodfellow is one of these children. For the first time in all of their centuries of mischief and mayhem, the fae discovered a human that was near their equal in his inexhaustible appetite for whimsy, games, and light-hearted pranks. Robin was taken in, living with the fae for all of his childhood. Every day, he and his friends would play until they were too exhausted to stand. They would eat enchanted fruit, drink sweet nectar from the flowers, and daydream impossibly convoluted plans for pranking the members of Titania's Court or prominent soldiers in the Wild Hunt.
A decade and one year after Robin first arrived, he decided it was time for something big. A prank on Titania, the Queen of the Faeries, to prove once and for all that he was the truest of fae, most mighty in mischief. A bit of digging led him to the discovery of a lifetime: Queen Titania was allergic to a special flower, dark blue like the night sky, which could only be found in a secluded clearing outside the Faewoods. Robin, his mind aflame with thoughts of itching powder or a sneezing potion or who knows what else, set forth that very night.
It wasn't until Robin attempted to return to the Courts, flower triumphantly in his grip, that he realized his blunder. Having received word of Robin's arrogant intentions to trick the very embodiment of fae mischief, Titania had seeded rumors of her weakness herself, luring Robin away from her court, far out into the woods.
So far, in fact, that he crossed once more into the human world, just as the window was closing. For the next eleven years, Robin was banished from the realm of the fae.
Now stranded, lured away from his home for the second time in his life, Robin Goodfellow finds himself doubly an outcast. The humans of the world are strange beings to him, all so serious and short-tempered and truly bad sports when at the butt of a good joke. The fae that live on this side of the veil mock him, with news of his hubris and subsequent banishment (in absolutely sterling prank form) making the rounds to all corners of the human world. To top it all off, the flower he'd picked had given him a rather persistent rash.
Robin swore on that day that he would find a way to return, that he would travel the human world to find inspiration for a prank so devastating, so humiliating, it would make even the Winter Queen blush.
Powers:
Enchantment Magic: Robin isn't very skilled at magic, though he did pick up a few tricks from the fae. He can distract or befuddle, enrage or charm, but without much potency or duration. Good for setting up pranks, though!
Life Attunement: Robin's time spent in the realm of the fae has left him a lot closer to nature than most. He can coax plants into growing in specific ways, or communicate with the creatures of the woodlands.
Skills:
Sneak: Robin can be stealthy when he needs to. Eleven years of seed, berries, and nectar left him a touch on the thin side, and after a few run-ins with shrinking hexes, his body never returned to the size of a normal nineteen year old boy. Using this and the practice that comes with a decade of tying ankles together under tables, Robin can tiptoe with the best of them.
Bluff: Pranks don't always go off perfectly. Sometimes, you have to talk your way out of a bad spot or talk your target into a worse one.
Sleight of Hand: The only thing more entertaining than watching someone reach into their pocket for something that isn't there anymore? Watching someone reach into their pocket to find something they hadn't expected to be in there. Preferably something that stings.
Other:
Trouble Magnet: Robin is now notorious amongst the fae of the human world. Something of a novelty to them, fae from all over the realm travel to see him, to pile their own mischief atop the painful example that their Queen set. At any given time, Robin is usually the target of some mean-spirited trick, though Robin can occasionally redirect this torment to others in the area, provided the opportunity seems more appealing than dumping more trash on Robin.
Guild RP/Other RP: Fresh Character
Background: Once every eleven years, in a small country nestled in the northern mountains, the boundary between the human world and the realm of the fae distorts, creating a brief window during which the whimsical faerie folk cross over and wreak mischief, often going so far as to lure human children into the night with dancing lights, haunting music, and whispered promises of treats and games. These children, who their forlorn parents have taken to calling "the Lost Ones", are usually abandoned once the pranksters tire of their sport, once the ordinary reflex of weeping and homesick panic set in. The lucky few manage to make it back to the human world before the window closes, but those that do not are trapped, imprisoned in the fae realm without parent or patron to keep them fed and protected from the untamed wilds of Titania's Court.
Robin Goodfellow is one of these children. For the first time in all of their centuries of mischief and mayhem, the fae discovered a human that was near their equal in his inexhaustible appetite for whimsy, games, and light-hearted pranks. Robin was taken in, living with the fae for all of his childhood. Every day, he and his friends would play until they were too exhausted to stand. They would eat enchanted fruit, drink sweet nectar from the flowers, and daydream impossibly convoluted plans for pranking the members of Titania's Court or prominent soldiers in the Wild Hunt.
A decade and one year after Robin first arrived, he decided it was time for something big. A prank on Titania, the Queen of the Faeries, to prove once and for all that he was the truest of fae, most mighty in mischief. A bit of digging led him to the discovery of a lifetime: Queen Titania was allergic to a special flower, dark blue like the night sky, which could only be found in a secluded clearing outside the Faewoods. Robin, his mind aflame with thoughts of itching powder or a sneezing potion or who knows what else, set forth that very night.
It wasn't until Robin attempted to return to the Courts, flower triumphantly in his grip, that he realized his blunder. Having received word of Robin's arrogant intentions to trick the very embodiment of fae mischief, Titania had seeded rumors of her weakness herself, luring Robin away from her court, far out into the woods.
So far, in fact, that he crossed once more into the human world, just as the window was closing. For the next eleven years, Robin was banished from the realm of the fae.
Now stranded, lured away from his home for the second time in his life, Robin Goodfellow finds himself doubly an outcast. The humans of the world are strange beings to him, all so serious and short-tempered and truly bad sports when at the butt of a good joke. The fae that live on this side of the veil mock him, with news of his hubris and subsequent banishment (in absolutely sterling prank form) making the rounds to all corners of the human world. To top it all off, the flower he'd picked had given him a rather persistent rash.
Robin swore on that day that he would find a way to return, that he would travel the human world to find inspiration for a prank so devastating, so humiliating, it would make even the Winter Queen blush.
Powers:
Enchantment Magic: Robin isn't very skilled at magic, though he did pick up a few tricks from the fae. He can distract or befuddle, enrage or charm, but without much potency or duration. Good for setting up pranks, though!
Life Attunement: Robin's time spent in the realm of the fae has left him a lot closer to nature than most. He can coax plants into growing in specific ways, or communicate with the creatures of the woodlands.
Skills:
Sneak: Robin can be stealthy when he needs to. Eleven years of seed, berries, and nectar left him a touch on the thin side, and after a few run-ins with shrinking hexes, his body never returned to the size of a normal nineteen year old boy. Using this and the practice that comes with a decade of tying ankles together under tables, Robin can tiptoe with the best of them.
Bluff: Pranks don't always go off perfectly. Sometimes, you have to talk your way out of a bad spot or talk your target into a worse one.
Sleight of Hand: The only thing more entertaining than watching someone reach into their pocket for something that isn't there anymore? Watching someone reach into their pocket to find something they hadn't expected to be in there. Preferably something that stings.
Other:
Trouble Magnet: Robin is now notorious amongst the fae of the human world. Something of a novelty to them, fae from all over the realm travel to see him, to pile their own mischief atop the painful example that their Queen set. At any given time, Robin is usually the target of some mean-spirited trick, though Robin can occasionally redirect this torment to others in the area, provided the opportunity seems more appealing than dumping more trash on Robin.
Eviledd1984 Narn Liberator
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Name: Micah Aarseth
Guild RP/Other RP: The Forest of Helsend
Background: He's search for more knowledge of the unknown, more specifically he is looking for the so-called "Ancient Ones". Wanting to ask many questions about them, He wants to know more about them and what is beyond human comprehension.
Other: Micah has the power to control and talk to the dead; his equipment is a staff and silver dagger.
Guild RP/Other RP: The Forest of Helsend
Background: He's search for more knowledge of the unknown, more specifically he is looking for the so-called "Ancient Ones". Wanting to ask many questions about them, He wants to know more about them and what is beyond human comprehension.
Other: Micah has the power to control and talk to the dead; his equipment is a staff and silver dagger.
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Name: Rosaria Daeris
Race: Wood Elf
Age: 440 (Looks around 25)
Gender: Female
Background:
Rosaria was raised amongst a village of Wood Elves that believed in self-sufficiency and using what the Earth has given them as a means of survival and building shelter. Rosaria has a love of nature that she grew up in, but wanted to explore the world rather than staying cooped up in the village. Receiving scorn from her lifelong friends and fellow villagers yet blessings from her Father as well as a gift of his bow and some arrows she set off for her exploration.
Using her hunting skills and general survival skills Rosaria has seen many sights and has yet to finish. She had made a companion Lynx named KitKat who travels with her, they share a bond that is loyal yet independent from one another. She also has a very queer companion named Rizo, a rat who finds her little treasures and resides in her bag. Loving the Earth and creatures around her, Rosaria has a very happy and ‘hippie’ personality who despises those who waste precious resources.
Skills:
Proficient in acrobatics, animal handling, and survival.
Race: Wood Elf
Age: 440 (Looks around 25)
Gender: Female
Background:
Rosaria was raised amongst a village of Wood Elves that believed in self-sufficiency and using what the Earth has given them as a means of survival and building shelter. Rosaria has a love of nature that she grew up in, but wanted to explore the world rather than staying cooped up in the village. Receiving scorn from her lifelong friends and fellow villagers yet blessings from her Father as well as a gift of his bow and some arrows she set off for her exploration.
Using her hunting skills and general survival skills Rosaria has seen many sights and has yet to finish. She had made a companion Lynx named KitKat who travels with her, they share a bond that is loyal yet independent from one another. She also has a very queer companion named Rizo, a rat who finds her little treasures and resides in her bag. Loving the Earth and creatures around her, Rosaria has a very happy and ‘hippie’ personality who despises those who waste precious resources.
Skills:
Proficient in acrobatics, animal handling, and survival.
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BangoSkank Halfway Intriguing Halfling
Member
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14 days ago
Name: Malva
Guild RP/Other RP: A story I had planned out pretty thoroughly with TyrannosaurusRex before he left.
Background: When she was quite young a pair of greedy violent all around just shitty people came upon her family home in the hills of Sauerabfel. Her parents showed them hospitality and allowed them to sleep in their living room (the only room a normal human could comfortably sleep) under as many spare blankets as they could gather. Their kindness was repaid with murder and an attempt to do something arguably worse. In the ensuing scuffle Malva froze up in panic, her father was killed trying to defend her mother, her mother was badly beaten after coming back at them with a heavy pan, and shortly after the cowardly humans fled her older brother took off to hunt the men down. His bravery and quest became well known in the small town.
In time, and with some encouragement from her mother, Malva grew up under the shadow of that day and of her brother and decided she would go out and find him. Record his adventurings and acts of heroism, help him find the men who killed her father if they still lived, and atone for her failing to act that night and
Other: Simple Halfling Adventuring Clothing, Drawstring Bag filled with papers and charcoal pencils, a few pieces of silver rattling about in the bottom of the bag.
Guild RP/Other RP: A story I had planned out pretty thoroughly with TyrannosaurusRex before he left.
Background: When she was quite young a pair of greedy violent all around just shitty people came upon her family home in the hills of Sauerabfel. Her parents showed them hospitality and allowed them to sleep in their living room (the only room a normal human could comfortably sleep) under as many spare blankets as they could gather. Their kindness was repaid with murder and an attempt to do something arguably worse. In the ensuing scuffle Malva froze up in panic, her father was killed trying to defend her mother, her mother was badly beaten after coming back at them with a heavy pan, and shortly after the cowardly humans fled her older brother took off to hunt the men down. His bravery and quest became well known in the small town.
In time, and with some encouragement from her mother, Malva grew up under the shadow of that day and of her brother and decided she would go out and find him. Record his adventurings and acts of heroism, help him find the men who killed her father if they still lived, and atone for her failing to act that night and
Other: Simple Halfling Adventuring Clothing, Drawstring Bag filled with papers and charcoal pencils, a few pieces of silver rattling about in the bottom of the bag.
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