[OOC] In Search of Gaea A Seafaring Fantasy Adventure (REBUILD)

[DruSM157]

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In Search of Gaea: A Seafaring Fantasy Adventure

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A long, long time ago, mankind lived on the land. Mankind built great cities which climbed to the heavens. Mankind was beholden to the earth and sky, but they could not control the mother sea. Man grew greedy and coveted more and more until he was finally punished for his greed. The mother sea took the land and sky from man and brought all life back to her bosom. The technology and power mankind held before were lost, but mankind survived. People were forced to live in harmony with the mother ocean, and while many built villages on the small islands remaining, some took out and built great floating cities.

The Imperial City of Galma is one such place. In 1652 AF, Crown Emperor Gaius Starwind set the world ablaze with adventure, promising untold imperial riches to those who could find the lost city of Gaea, the old capital city of mankind, long lost and buried under mother ocean’s waves.

Hello! Welcome to the Re:Build of In Search of Gaea! This rp is based on many fantasy stories and games that deal with a more beautiful post-apocalypse: the water world theme! Of course, we won't have any Kevin Costner walking around with gills or any Dennis Hoppers with eyepatches in this RP. I mean...maybe. But this is more inspired by JRPGs and anime than by famous Hollywood flops. Influences include Chrono Cross, YS Series, Suikoden IV (the one with boats); Xenoblade, and even Final Fantasy X (you know the one with the huge influence on water stuffs).

World Info

The World
This is the world of Aruth, a world almost entirely submerged in an endless ocean, named by the people “The Mother Ocean” for all life came from her and all life shall eventually return to her. People live in either small villages, large man-made floating cities, or constantly traveling in their ships across the endless Mother Ocean. One major difference of the Mother Ocean is of her “Water Boundaries” which divide much of the world. Different sections of the Mother Ocean are blocked off by giant waterfalls and are impossible unless the proper routes are followed or if you find an Aether Canal, which can raise or lower your ship into the new waters.

Flora and fauna have changed with the world as well. Floating forests, new creatures, and giant beasts all roam this changed world alongside humanity.

While “countries” are few and far between due to the lack of enough land to connect people together, several governing bodies are recognized throughout the world. These bodies are separated by the Water Boundaries that divide the Mother Ocean into seven “Seas”.

The South Sea


A large archipelago of small islands in the southern seas of the Mother Ocean. This tropical area is home to many small villages, farms, and small barge colonies. The Free Islands are in the most shallow part of the Mother Ocean, and the safest waters in the Mother Ocean. Each island village is run by a chief, and all the chiefs on the South Islands meet at the Chief-Moot every full moon to discuss politics in the islands.

The Imperial Sea


The most populated seas, commanded by the Crown Emperor Gaius Starwind, these seas are a huge military might in the Mother Ocean. The capital city is Galma, an incredible man-made floating city that is said to be built upon a great ancient city. The empire is constantly warring with the other seas, always vying for more power.

The Frozen Sea

The frozen northlands, these seas are home to a giant glacial continent where many people live. These waters are known for their extreme dangers, both from beasts and the climate, and many well-respected Divers have hailed from the Frozen Capital of Windkeep.

The Dragon Sea

A dangerous sea of storms and monsters to the far east, those who hail from the small islands of the Dragon Sea are well-known artisans, warriors, and merchants. The capital city is Xian, home of an imperial dynasty amid a thin archipelago of islands.

The Sea of Stars


The westernmost sea, this sea is home to ancient floating shell colonies where people float on the backs of giant ancient creatures. Legends state that it is from these cephalopods that mankind learned how to wield the magic of the aether. The city of Aurorus lies on the shell of an ancient sea creature and is the location of the Aetherium, the greatest academy for Aether magic in the Mother Ocean.

The Lost Sea


The tallest sea in the Mother Ocean and one covered in thick, deadly fog. Many adventurers do not return from the lost sea, though old divers tell of ancient treasures and rich cities that lie hidden under its deadly waters. There are no known settlements, though some tell stories of pirate bases hidden in the dangerous mists.

The Sea of Ancients


The second highest sea and one home to researchers of ancient Machina, the Sea of Ancients is a dangerous but lucrative place and the home of the Diver’s Guild, the foremost adventurer’s guild in the Mother Ocean.

Aether
In the time after the Mother Ocean took back the world, people learned a new power connected to this changing world: Aether. Those who wield aether are either tied to the Sun, using magic based on the ocean winds, or to the Moon, using the magic of the seas themselves. Aether is also used in forging Aetheric Weapons, which have elemental properties and are useful for fighting some of the deadlier monsters of the deep. Many ships have an Aether Engine, which is all but required in the deepest waters to keep moving in places with no wind but also to protect the ship from giant beasts. Aether magic is based on the two elements of wind and water, but these have sub-variations as well (i.e. ice and lightning).

Using Aether can be a valuable tool. For example, Moon Aethers can use water to heal wounds, Sun aether users can use the winds to cleave through enemies. But these powers are limited, due to the human body being a fragile thing. Aether is limited, and the more a person uses their power, the weaker they grow. Use it too much, and you could become comatose.

Aether Elements:

Sun: Wind, Lightning, Fire, Light
Moon:: Water, Ice, Earth, Shadow
Eclipse: Unknown

Divers
Divers are the adventurers of the world. Divers travel in parties via ships, helping others, searching for treasure, and the greatest Divers search for the lost city of Gaea, the ancient capital. The Diver’s Guild is in the city of Forres, in the Sea of Ancients, though smaller Diver’s Guilds are found throughout the seven seas. The Guild Master of the Divers is a famous adventurer known as Jerrah Shieldshell, a powerful warrior and wielder of Aether.

True Divers take on any task, whether it is to investigate an anomaly in the seas, take down a great leviathan, or to simply help deliver cargo. Divers carry various sets of gear, but all carry a rebreather to allow them to spend long stretches of time underwater, and usually some kind of weapon.

Ships
Ship vary in different makes from wooden sailing ships to ironclads, but all good Diver ships have an aether engine. An aether engine varies in size, but they all help protect the ships from the dangerous leviathans lurking in the Mother Sea. Some engines can hide a ship, while others can protect a ship. All aether engines use refined aetherite, the same material in creating aether weapons.

Rules and Overview
I'm looking for a smaller cast for this roleplay, aiming for around 4 to 5 characters that we can keep in a tight group for this adventure. While having tons of characters exploring the world can be fun, I'd like to keep the story going with these characters set towards an end goal.

For your character, you begin as a member of a Diver Crew, working on the Sharkfin under the command of captain Himund Gale. A mission exploring newly discovered ruins near the South Seas suddenly ends in disaster, and you and your surviving crew are suddenly thrust into an adventure to uncover the real truth behind the ancient civilization and the source of all the Leviathans.

As for rules, as always all guild rules apply. But I do have my own specific rules that I care about:

-Please keep the power levels relatively low/medium. While this is a heavily anime-inspired rp, I would like there to be a gradual growth in power instead of beginning the story blasting monsters away with laser spears. I'm a firm believer in strong characterization and character growth, and I would really like it if we could all grow as the story goes on instead of having an anime strength-measuring contest.

-Please put some effort in your posts. This is high-casual, and while a paragraph post is fine I know that introducing characters, exploring their inner thoughts or simple action moments can give more insight into your character and make the fellow writers and anyone reading the RP care about them more.

-Post-time. I'll be upfront: I'm a high school teacher and my weekdays are usually packed. But I do try to devote some time to each week to RP. As long as everyone is posting within a week, or giving the other writers a heads up on an absence, I'll be happy. This is always subject to change with time and effort.

-Respect. I don't like drama. I don't like arguments. I deal with brattiness and high school drama in my actual job, so I have zero time for it in my real life.

-Preference is given to writers I know and trust, but I am open to new faces as long as you can follow the rules and be a positive part of the writing group. I'm too old and crusty to try and be nice anymore.

Finally, the CS:

CS

N a m e

“Character Quote”

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Name

Age
(Most divers range from the ages of 18-60)
Gender

Home Sea

Aether Sign
(Aether Signs depend on the Sun or Moon. The most common elements are Wind (Sun) and Water (Moon). If you want to be sly make sure to okay any sub-elements or something special with me)
Aether Abilities
These range from offensive (bubbles, water whips, and wind cutters) to defensive (ice shield, wind barrier) to healing.

Personality
Give me something to go on about your character's inner workings.
History
What was their time before joining the Sharkfin like? W
Gear
Every Diver has a basic rebreather and weapon. Many have special tools like climbing hooks or lockpicks.

[mickilennial]

M is for Marina

“If you listen, you can hear the terror of the tides. Isn't it wonderful?”

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Marina Sorellia Watercrest
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Twenty-Four

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Female

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The Imperial Sea

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Moon

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Marina’s aether abilities are enhanced by the moon. Specifically, she specializes in the manipulation of the element of water.

Marina learned to tap into her aether abilities when she was but a small child, though she was no prodigal genius. Everything she has achieved has been done with a large quantity of hard work and a small degree of talent. This hard work was supplemented by Marina’s attendance as a student of the Imperial Fleet Academy based in proximity to the imperial capital. Though despite having a well-trained connection to her aether sign, Marina still tends to struggle regarding her focus and nerve. But the moon has blessed the purple-haired young adult nonetheless, enhancing Marina’s abilities as a diver and combatant; she envies those who are talented artificers and aether engineers given that she lacks the patience for such things.

Marina as an aether user can be aptly described as a utility specialist, which in short means that most of Marina’s combat prowess is done practically rather than magically. Aether exists to enhance Marina’s skills as a diver and adventurer, though in a clutch situation she can be pushed to using her more esoteric abilities that are better suited to combat. Some common aspects and techniques she is prone to utilizing include the following:

• Fysallidakinesis: Marina tends to use Fysallidakinesis in combination with her hydrokinetic barriers. It’s good to be able to breathe underwater, especially if your diving gear isn’t with you or is compromised.

• Hydrokinetic Barriers: Marina’s primary focus when it comes to her aether abilities is the creation of a “hard” water fields that can be used as shields, deep dive barriers, and containment fields.

• Pressure Manipulation: Manipulating the water pressure around her can aid Marina when she is surrounded by pirates, raiders, or other sorts of antagonists. Requires focus and can exhaust Marina quickly if she’s not careful.

• Purification: In certain situations Marina can focus on purifying any form of liquid she comes into contact with. She’s had to use this in certain parts of the ocean where ancient corruption magic has tainted the water to the point it is too dangerous to swim in.

• Regenerative Water: The most difficult aether technique that Marina knows and probably the most valuable when things look the most dark. Similar to her purification techniques, but allowing to apply a transformative water to another person to reinforce their immune system and healing faculties.

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The heir of a family legacy spanning several generations and two bloodlines, it bears little surprise that Marina has a good amount of baggage.

Marina is a tough woman with ambitions greater than the strongest tides. Her father, a recognized “pirate hunter” and fleet admiral for the imperial demesne, has been Marina’s sole parental figure in her life following her mother’s wayward disappearance when she was six years old. But even with all of the education, expectations, and demands the purple-haired girl faced there was always a sense of abandonment and mystique that Marina found difficult to digest. Especially considering the fact that her mother’s deeds were things she realized were never going to fade, she would never stop hearing how she reminded people of her mother. Her father and her teachers would soon find that Marina did not appreciate the sentiment by any means. But no matter how Marina acted out or tried to stand above others she couldn’t shake the comparisons. Some people have suggested that such brash impulses only strengthened the comparisons to the famed adventurer of the seven seas.

The traits that made people call Marina the “second coming” of Marisabel Everdeep were things that Marina could never temper. The sarcastic and almost flirtatious wit, the acting before thinking, the sense of adventure, and the quickness of rage would define Marina, though she undeniably had her father’s sense of pompousness, tenacity, and perceptive ability just the same. Though Marina still to this day desires to be different and to be known as Marina Watercrest and not the Admiral’s Daughter or the spawn of Marisabel Everdeep. She wants very strongly for people to think of her for her own deeds and merits. She wants it so much she detests hearing her mother and father’s names. Especially considering her father is notoriously distant and her mother essentially abandoned her.

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Marina Watercrest was born twenty-four years ago on a cold abhorrent winter night in a royal infirmary on the island of Galma in the Imperial Sea.

Marina’s parents were an unlikely pair, but circumstances had brought them together for a time and Marina’s birth had cemented things where they had been uncertain only months prior. But such happiness was temporary, as such Marina would learn some years later. That aside, Marina had the typical childhood of a girl born into wealth and prestige. Marina’s parents were not forgettable in terms of the grand scheme of things. Marina was a child who was subject to inherit legacies from both sides and she knew it pretty much from the moment she could comprehend thought. After all, her father was not only a member of the emperor’s inner circle but also a powerful fleet admiral who was in control of the entire northern naval forces. Her mother’s legacy wasn’t as immediately recognizable, but the stories of the most famous adventurers that the Southern Sea ever produced was something of an inspiration for Marina when she was very young. Who needed tall tales of heroes she had never met or seen when her mother was standing right in front of her?

Though such idolization changed when on the eighth anniversary of Marina’s birth her mother vanished from her life with little explanation beyond a Southern Sea ornament that was left on Marina’s bed. It would be a birthday that Marina would never forget.

For the rest of her childhood, Marina’s father took the reins of her guardianship completely and utterly. Marina began being forcefully taught how to be the ideal soldier from everything down from posture to physicality. Her education in aether became more rigid and constant, her instruction in etiquette and knowledge became meticulous. Admiral Adonius Terrec IV Watercrest had no room for error. Some children would’ve seen such expectations and attention overwhelming, but Marina rose to the challenge. She didn’t want to lose the only parent she had left. Such determination would continue until she was accepted into the Imperial Fleet Academy for Future Cadets (IFAFC) at the age of twelve.

Upon leaving imperial fleet academy, Marina has thought hard about what she wants to do with her life. Initially her immediate family championed for her to join the imperial naval right out of the academy, but for reasons only known to Marina, she opted to explore the world on her own terms instead which has resulted in a more fufilling career path despite Marina still finding herself unsatisified by all definitions of the word.

Her first escapades started as an independent diver and adventurer, sailing in the Imperial Sea away from the trappings of imperial mandates and expectations. She found something comforting about being the designer of her own destiny–about not being stuck on an imperial cruiser doing menial tasks and grunt work. And for one of the first times in her life people didn’t care who her parents were and what they did. Marina was Marina, not Marina Watercrest or Marina Everdeep. Being a member of a diver’s guild was freeing and without trappings of what legacy she was part of. For a time the only legacy that mattered was her own and there was nobody who could take that away from her. Or at least that was what she thought before her group was stricken with a great calamity that led Marina to leave the Imperial Sea.

It has been one year since Marina resigned from the Imperial Sea's divers guild and has since relocated to another sea. She hopes for a new start as she still continues to search for answers and perhaps other things.

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Marina Watercrest is an experienced diver, adventurer, and sailor. She’s been formally trained in swordplay since she was nine years old, learned marksmanship at an imperial academy in her teenaged years, and has been a wayward adventurer representing the imperial sea for almost a decade now. Her incredible conditioning in academics and military artforms aside, Makina is not an able engineer or scientist. She’s primarily a woman of action who is ready to go into battle with an aetherblade (in the imperial style) in one hand and a diver’s pistol in another. She holds a utility belt alongside her collapsible diving suit and generally prepared for a fight.

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Tella, The Repentant

“I don't know where I'm going, but it's not back.”

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Tella Lecta Lumia

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24

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Female

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The Imperial Sea

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Sun (Fire)

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Tella's skill in using aether is fairly weak compared to many others her age, and certainly worse than most others who trained for six years in the Imperial Fleet Academy for Future Cadets, then four years in the Imperial Naval Academy. She was never very good at using it, so she mostly ignored it, dismissing it as a weakness that could be compensated for by her other strengths. Though she's been working to remedy this in recent times, she's still fairly unskilled. Competent enough to not be called a novice by any stretch, but certainly not enough to be called skillful.

What command she does have is almost strictly offensive in nature, though it does carry a few additional benefits. Her principle usage of it is to enhance her expertise in swordplay, though there are a handful of other uses she's found and basic pyrokinetic powers such as lighting campfires or burning ropes.

• Blade-Conjuring - Far and away her most advanced technique and the only one that could be classed as skillful, Tella practices this regularly in order to maintain some level of consistency in it. With a flick of the wrist, she conjures a short blade made of solidified flames into her offhand, switching fluidly from a one-handed duelist's stance to one more fitting of a sword and long dagger. She can also throw the blade, which to her is functionally weightless; it maintains its form until she ceases concentrating on it, at which point it disappears in a flash of light.
• Sword-Wreathing - Much simpler than her Blade-Conjuring is the basic ability to surround her sword with an aura of fire. While not much more powerful on a base level, it allows her to also project the fire a little ways away with a strike, extending her reach and causing painful, if superficial, burns. It also has a not-insignificant effect on the thought processes of an opponent; a sword spontaneously lighting on fire is certainly cause for some consternation.
• Flame-Casting - The most basic of the combat techniques at Tella's disposal, this is exactly what it sounds like. She can project motes of flame, or a fast, narrow stream. As her skill is lacking, she can't keep it up for very long, and the flames are fairly weak. But, as with Sword-Wreathing, it is excellent for superficial burns and distraction.

In addition, she has the peculiar talent to manipulate her own body temperature. While it's not exceptionally useful much of the time, it has its niche on the open seas, and it's most definitely saved her life on at least one occasion.

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Tella has much to think about right now, and it's not hard to tell. Though for much of her life she carried an intense conviction with her, manifesting in an easy, almost arrogant confidence, this has been shaken if not completely shattered of late, resulting in an existential dread and a terrible lack of purpose. The burden of expectation from her instructors that once weighed heavily upon her has been replaced with an expectation that she burdens herself with, and heavily. Owing largely to that expectation, but also due to the haughtiness that once dominated her, she was never the most smiley of women. Now, she doesn't talk much, other than to give cursory responses, though she's very polite when she does.

All of that is fairly surface-level: the look on her face, the set of her shoulders, her silence, and the troubled air around her. But any more than a cursory examination will additionally reveal a strangling undertow of confusion that runs just under the surface, pulling her along with it. She is hesitant to make quick decisions much of the time, expressing a great deal of doubt in her ability to choose the right path unless she has a great deal of time to think it out and weigh her options.

But further beneath it all—beneath the pressing self-doubt, beneath the weight of the shattered shards of her confidence, beneath the confusion of what she should do and where she should go now, beneath the distracted hush, beneath the expectations that she burdens herself with—she is still the same Tella that once sparred with naval officers and soldiers, pushed herself to the point of breaking and beyond, and pulled through the Naval Academy with flying colors. And in moments of extreme stress, the questions that she spends so much time thinking about silence themselves and she is fully in the moment, making snap decisions like she was born to, pushing herself past any expectations that she puts on herself, and showing the steel-hard resolve that still forms the very core of who she is.

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From the very beginning, Tella's life was one of privilege. The only child of the wandering trader Sohge Lumia and Lecta Tilme, only scion of a vast mercantile empire in Galma, she was incredibly spoilt and rarely ever heard the word 'no.' From a very young age, it was taken for granted that she would eventually take over her mother's family business and carry on the Tilme legacy of merchants. But as she aged, she began to feel...uncomfortable. Constrained. Shackled. Though she had everything she asked for, there was something missing. And only when she was out with Sohge and caught sight of an Imperial Navy vessel disembarking did she realize what it was.

Her parents were aghast when she told them at a very young age that she planned to enter the Imperial Fleet Academy for Future Cadets and forbade it immediately. But she would not be dissuaded. She insisted. Day in and day out. And her parents, spoiling her even then, eventually caved. They would pay her way through the Academy for Future Cadets. They would even finance her way through the Imperial Naval Academy, if it came to that. As long as she was ready to do that for life.

As a child, she didn't recognize the veiled threat behind it. And as she aged and went through her six years of education in the IFAFC, especially later on, as she developed more physically, she began to feel a fierce pride that she would one day be part of so noble a cause. The entitlement of a child of massive wealth turned to the confidence of someone who felt that she had truly found her place in the world.

When she left the Academy for Future Cadets, though, her parents made good on their veiled threat, delivering unto the now nominally adult Tella an ultimatum. They would pay her way through the Imperial Naval Academy, as they'd promised. They had so much money now they had little else to do with it. But if afterwards, she committed to the Navy—if she chose that path over their own mercantile empire—then she was a Lumia no longer. A keen sense of betrayal and anger poured through her, and she narrowed her eyes at them. They treated her like the twelve year old that had entered the prospective cadet's Academy still. And then turned, and marched to her new Academy.

After four years, she graduated, and entered the Navy proper. By this point, she was a hardline Imperial zealot. The rest of the world was ignorant, and they needed to be civilized and enlightened by the Empire. They would thank them eventually. And Divers were cutthroat mercenaries at best, and a threat to life at worst, if they woke up something deep down that shouldn't be woken. People that shouldn't be allowed to live. Expansionist. Arrogant. And skillful enough in martial combat to back up any threat she made. So did her parents, cutting her off permanently from the family fortune. But she cared little, twenty-two years old and flush with pride as she sailed on her first mission as a true member of the Navy, to the Frozen Sea.

It was to be her last as well.

In the depths of the Sea, their ship was suddenly smashed to bits as the Frozen Sea Leviathan assaulted this intruder to its domain. Thrown into the icy waters—without her armor on, luckily—only Tella's strange ability to increase her body temperature saved her from an agonizing death immediately. And she would have died regardlesss, if the Diver vessel the Dragon's Tooth hadn't pulled her nigh-unconscious body out of the water and taken her to Windkeep to nurse her back to health. Tella's mind, already shaken by the loss of not only the ship, but the entire crew, was deeply confused. Divers were cutthroat mercenaries at best and a threat to life at worst. Yet here she was, still alive. And all thanks to Divers. And the strict orthodoxy of the Empire—its rules, its strictures, its edicts and expansions—suddenly seemed to fit too tightly.

Desperate to repay the captain, she offered her unconditional services to him. To repay him not only for saving her life, but for all that the Imperials had said about Divers. She served him as a crewmember for three months, and found herself, against all odds, finding a dim enjoyment in life as a Diver, and the freedom it offered. But little enough, still broken as she was. Working in the great Diver's Guild city of Makrus for many months, she was eventually allowed to set off with a crew. She still felt the cloying guilt, still felt the need to give recompense to Divers. But more than that, she craved the manual labor that came with it. The repetitive tasks cut her mind free to think. She had a lot to think about. And she would have plenty of time to think about it on the Sharkfin.

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• A standard-issue Imperial saber that rarely leaves her side. Almost unused in the fashion that the Imperials intended for it to be used, but occasionally used in her time as a pseudo-Diver to fend off roving pirates or overcurious creatures.
• A knife kept behind her belt as a basic tool, and a weapon of last resort. She typically doesn't use it in her offhand, preferring Blade-Conjuring for that purpose. Very useful as a utility knife when underwater.
• An expensive sapphire earring given to her by her parents for her tenth birthday. As much as she could sell it for, it's the one remnant of her childhood that she can't bear to part with.
• A diving suit. Ill-fitting and secondhand, patched in places, but serviceable nonetheless. She purchased it with her rapidly dwindling funds in Makrus. Essentially required to work as a Diver.

Nearly everything else she had on her, all the expensive trappings that she'd retained and gleaming Imperial affects, she either lost in the catastrophic crash, gave in gratitude and regret to the captain of the Dragon's Tooth, or pawned off in Makrus to afford a slightly nicer living situation.

[Mcmolly]

Kaitha

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Kaitha Morro

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20

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Female

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The Sea of Stars

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Sun (Wind)

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• Aerovectors: At first glance, one might see Mayfly use this ability and assume she has the power to move things with her mind—which is, arguably, at least a little bit true. In reality, it is the limbs conjured from the air that do the moving, she just tells them what to move. Thus far she can maintain one of these limbs without much concentration at all, but the more she adds, the harder they are to keep track of and they become much weaker.

• Squall: It’s not flying, it’s more like falling sideways. Primarily a tool used for mobility, Mayfly can generate violent bursts of wind with which to propel herself, or, in emergences, propel something else.

• Windward Confessional: When she was young, Kaitha would sometimes hear the wind whispering at her in unfamiliar voices. It was only much, much later she discovered that, with focus, she could speak back to it. While the wind never answered, she did find some use in sending her breezy messages to others, though with temperamental weather, her voice can easily get lost.

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Spirited, thrill-seeking, and in desperate need of some good friends, Kaitha is a an outgoing and curious person by nature. However, growing up in such an isolated place with few people willing to associate with her means she’s still learning the ins and outs of proper socialization. Sometimes she speaks when she shouldn’t, others she’s silent when she ought to speak.

While not as deeply spiritual as some of the people from her home, she still shoulders a few quasi-religious eccentricities. As well, though she likes meeting new people, and isn’t normally one to judge, she isn’t shy about espousing her disdain for the empire.

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For centuries, the great beast called Aephel, and the shell-city atop it, drifted along the Sea of Stars’ border, patrolling the few and dangerous routes to its neighbor, the Lost Sea. Aephel’s people were as enigmatic as the fog they watched, remaining largely isolated from the rest of their own nation, as well as the nations beyond. Those few outsiders who anchored there, did so briefly and would describe the culture as insular and arcane. They were largely self-governing, but frequently ceded authority to an organization of warrior priests called “Aephel’s Choir,” or, more colloquially, just “The Choir.” While not outright hostile, Aephel’s cold and unwelcoming nature towards outsiders ensured that little else was learned of it.

Kaitha, however, learned plenty. Although they did not worship it, Aephel’s people regarded the moon in a way many would comfortably describe as “religious.” The took guidance from the waxing and waning, from the tides, even from its reflections. To be born under the aetheric sign of the moon was seen as a good omen. Unfortunately, Kaitha was born under the sun.

Normally this would not have been terrible—people can’t help when they’re born, after all. She would have been accepted just as equally as anyone else. However, the fact that her mother was head of the Choir had many within the organization view her as something akin to a curse.

Kaitha grew up under scrutiny from not only the Choir, but the people of Aephel in all. When misfortune befell them, without fail there would be whispers of fated calamity, and once or twice there were calls for Petra to resign—calls which were quickly and severely silenced. Rather than cave to the pressure and become a recluse like her late father, or a cold statue like her mother, Kaitha did what plenty of high-spirited youths would do in her shoes: rebel.

Aephel prized solitude, so Kaitha socialized. Whenever the rare visitors would anchor, she would talk with them and hear their stories of excitement and adventure. She would join diving crews plundering areas nearby on Aephel’s ceaseless journey, and return each time to the same scornful glares and pointed whispers she would have gotten anyway. People said she was shirking her duty, besmirching the Morro name; they would use it to justify never letting her into the Choir, as if they were ever considering it. She trained anyway. Petra would never let her daughter go to waste no matter what the others though. Kaitha might never wear the diving habits of the Choir, but she would protect Aephel and the Sea of Stars just the same.

Things changed when she was eighteen. An argument with her mother saw Kaitha once again abandoning her duties to go play at adventuring with passing divers. She was gone for days, living a life she only dreamed could be real, and when the fun was over, and it was time to go, she was struck with the same sinking melancholy that always followed her home.

Only, there was no home.

Kaitha saw it on the horizon, how Aephel was tilted in a strange way, how the water was darker and the fog—gods, the fog. It rolled down from on high, and though she could not see it she felt in her the fear of something very small standing before something utterly titanic. The loudest sound Kaitha had ever heard exploded through the air, louder than any thunder crash or tidal wave, a sound she could never truly describe but which would remain with her in her mind forever.

When the fog cleared Aephel was gone. Her mother, her home, the Choir, all of it was just…gone. They found wreckage in the waters, little of it salvageable and none of it bearing any sort of hint as to what exactly had happened. She found a diving habit, and a Choir weapon, but otherwise Kaitha left the remains of her home to sink.

Afterwards, Kaitha stayed with the divers until they reached the Sea of Ancients where, with nowhere else to go and no other prospects, she joined the Diver’s Guild.

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Kaitha’s habit isn’t just for pretending she’s part of a dead order that shunned her for her entire life—it also serves as a diving suit, and is perfectly functional in combat.

Her weapon, a saw-bladed staff, was designed mainly for use against the creatures of the Mother Ocean, but works just as well on anything else she can dig its teeth into. Durable and deceptively lightweight, it can even be used underwater.

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“Character Quote”

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Mayfly

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20

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Female

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The Sea of Stars

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Sun (Wind)

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• Aerovectors: At first glance, one might see Mayfly use this ability and assume she has the power to move things with her mind—which is, arguably, at least a little bit true. In reality, it is the limbs conjured from the air that do the moving, she just tells them what to move. Years of training allow her to maintain two of these limbs without much concentration at all, but the more she adds, the harder they are to keep track of and they become much weaker.

• Squall: It’s not flying, it’s more like falling sideways. Primarily a tool used for mobility, Mayfly can generate violent bursts of wind with which to propel herself, or, in emergences, propel something else.

• A third thing you know how it is lmao

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Every Diver has a basic rebreather and weapon. Many have special tools like climbing hooks or lockpicks.

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We are unsure if her hair is in a bun under that habit

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@DruSM157 One tropical islander up for review!

Dewi Ayu

DEWI AYU

"Swastyastu, nama hamba Dewi Ayu. Apakah ada yang bisa saya bantu?"

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AGE

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19

GENDER

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Female

APPEARANCE:

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Visual References

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Standing at 156cm (5'1"), the young woman might seem petite - especially when compared to the average Imperial woman - but she actually falls on the average height of things amongst her tribe. Like most - if not all - native members of said tribe, Dewi possesses a golden brown complexion and coupled with her deep golden eyes, she fits the exotic tropical beauty aesthetic nicely. As it's common with small indigenous tribes, practically all able-bodied members sport toned, fit bodies by virtue of routine physical labor, this obviously includes Dewi, one look at her and you'll know that the girl is more than capable of pulling her own weight.

Due to the hot and humid tropical climate of her home island, Dewi and her tribe wear little clothing, mostly just to protect their body's most sensitive parts against friction and cuts. The concept of nudity as something shameful doesn't exist in their culture and as such, she personally has no issues being and/or seeing naked people, men and women both. However, ever since becoming a Diver, she realizes that not all cultures embrace this freedom so she'll at least wear a tube top and loincloth to respect foreign customs. In the end though, she still prefers to swim and sleep without the constraints of stuffy clothes.

HOME SEA

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The South Sea

AETHER SIGN

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Moon (Ice)

AETHER ABILITIES

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At first glance, it may seem amusingly ironic that an islander girl from the tropics held a power so contrasting to her theme, but if one thinks deeper into it, one will see how useful it is in her endeavors.

Perhaps out of sheer luck, the hands of fate, or something in between, Dewi possesses a prodigiously natural talent at the manipulation of ice, the solid state of water. She first manifested this ability by freezing solid a bowl of drinking water when she was but a small child, and since then, the tribe's shaman had taken her in to be tutored in the art of "Angkasa" or Aether in Common. Of course, an elderly shaman's mystical teaching methods wholly differ from the calculated pragmatism of imperial academies, emphasizing emotions and "the soul" instead of scientific research. With enough hard work and perseverance, most everyone will be at least competent in manipulating the aether, but Dewi's natural talent makes her achieve faster what the average practitioner takes longer to learn, as is expected from a born natural.

Dewi's aether techniques range from offense, defense, to utility, but she's exceptionally skilled in the art of icecraft; constructing tools, structures, and other objects purely using ice. This means she rarely ever needs to carry specific items with her as long as she has access to water and/or ice nearby, tying into her love of living unburdened. Her specific techniques include, but not limited to:
❖ Freezing/Thawing: An absolutely essential basic skill for all cryomancers worth their salt. Dewi is able to freeze water into ice and vice versa. This is also as far as she can do in terms of directly manipulating water in its liquid state. Practically, this is her go-to method to acquire ice when there's only water nearby.
❖ Icecraft: Her main skill. The application of this technique is numerous, ranging from creating simple tools such as knives, hammers, picks, spoons, forks, and bowls to more elaborate constructions such as a strip of wall, stairs, bridges, and even a usable boat. Of course, the downside being that they're really cold to the touch for others to use, but fortunately nothing a well-made pair of gloves or boots can't handle.
❖ Ice Projectiles: Simply using frozen projectiles of a specific shape to pelt hostiles with either puncture wounds or blunt force trauma. She usually employs this when she needs to attack someone at range.
❖ Cryo Plates: Covering someone or something in plates of reinforced ice armor to protect them from harm, ease of movement not guaranteed.
❖ Cold Resistance: This is more of a passive trait that she gradually develops as she grows more in tune with her aether. Dewi is virtually immune to the adverse effects of extreme low temperature such as hypothermia and frostbites among other things. Fortunately, this means she doesn't need to wear those absolutely suffocating winter clothing, just imagine being stuck under five layers of thick fabric, the horror...

EQUIPMENT

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Preferring to travel light and possessing the power to easily craft tools on demand, Dewi most often carries nothing on her person except for a satchel that she stores money, rations, and miscellaneous items in. Used to the frugal and communal lifestyle of a small tribe, she doesn't have any jewelries, heirlooms, or any other material trappings to speak of.

PERSONALITY:

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Born and raised in a culture that emphasizes communal collectivism, Dewi grew to be a helpful person who's ready to assist with anything her comrades need. In fact, the tanned girl will feel odd if she's in a position where she has nothing to do, extended free time isn't exactly a concept that she's familiar with. This might make her appear to be a workaholic, maybe she really is, but a Diver's lot is not an easy one and slackers don't get to eat, so she feels right at home being amongst the crew.

An innocently honest person, perhaps too honest in some cases, Dewi lacks the ability to adequately keep secrets or make white lies, not due to malicious intentions, but it's simply the norms of the culture that she grew up in. However, on the flipside, one can be sure that she's not the type to say something but mean the other, nor deviously uses ambiguous wordings to take advantage of people. She's an honest girl who works honest jobs, simple as that.

That said, people are still individuals at the end of the day and no matter how collectivist a society is, each of them are their own person, this includes Dewi. As she grew up, the tribeswoman always believed that Aruth is so much bigger than the archipelago or even the whole South Sea, the elders told her that there are other seas out there, they also said that they're dangerous and the best place to be is here, at home. While she believes them about the danger part, she doesn't necessarily feel that she should remain here in perpetuity. Although she doesn't consciously realize it, there's an adventurer's spirit inside her and it's begging to be freed.

There may or may not be times where she'll regret her decision to venture beyond the South Sea; the future is always uncertain but whatever lies ahead, she's ready to face them and not alone either, she'll tackle those challenges together with everyone.

HISTORY:

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Aside from her stroke of luck of being a prodigy of aethermancy, there's not much interesting tales to tell regarding the islander girl. Born into a tight-knight group of tribesmen where each and every able-bodied member must contribute to society, Dewi is no stranger to hard work and diligence; Though it's usually the men who got the sealion's share of the most physically-demanding jobs, the women always have something to do, certainly a far cry existence from the pampered, decadent nobles of the Empire.

The islanders she was born into is a tight-knit group where everyone knows each other and the woes of one member will be shouldered by the whole. Familial connections are looser compared to imperial societies as the adults often take turns in caring for the tribe's children. The only thing special about her relation to her blood parents is the fact that she was a result of their union; she could name various "fathers" and "mothers" that took care of her and her siblings growing up. This is also why tribesmen of the same generation usually refer to each other as 'brother' and 'sister'.

The idyllically peaceful climate of the South Sea doesn't exactly foster a 'thrilling' story to tell for most of its inhabitants. Dewi had a happy childhood, free of politics, familial drama, and stories of war. However, this lack of exciting events fostered the wanderlust inside the tanned girl and the elders' stories about Aruth stoked the flames even further. Thus, at the tender age of 18, instead of marrying that cute childhood friend of hers, she instead decided to leave home, explore the world, and just as fate would have it, a crew of Divers were visiting the island to do some trading. She signed up with them in a heartbeat.

And that was how one Dewi Ayu of the South Sea found herself amongst the Sharkfin crew.

TRIVIA

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[DruSM157]

Just a heads up adventure fans, I'll start looking over profiles this weekend. So get them finished up and submitted!

[Yankee]

FROM THE TOP ROPE WITH THE LAST MINUTE CHARACTER SHEET

C r u s A c o s t a

“What can I say? I'm charming and irresponsib- I mean irresistible.”

Name
Crus Acosta

Age
Eighteen

Gender
Male

Home Sea
South Sea

Aether Sign
Sun (Wind)

Aether Abilities
Crus' Aether abilities are extremely minor. The most he can do at the moment is create a breeze. At it's strongest Crus can use it to give himself a tailwind and move faster while using less stamina, or to give himself a push through the water while swimming. Most of the time he uses it instead to cool himself down, cheat at tops, or passive aggressively knock things over. His control is poor when his emotions are high.

Personality
On the surface, Crus is a bit of a people pleaser. A young man with a warm personality. He is friendly and playful, and never shy around strangers. He acts much the same whether around old friends or new acquaintances, and he doesn't discriminate. He enjoys chatting, and to that end he can be a bit pushy. He likes prying, and especially likes getting his way. Crus isn't one to give in easily, and that extends to much more than just personal relationships. He has a stubborn streak a mile wide that helps him to chase his wants and goals even when the going gets tough, but he's patient enough to play the long game too.

Crus can be irresponsible. If he doesn't want to do something, he tries to find a way out of it. This doesn't particularly mean that Crus is lazy - he's done his fair share of hard work during his life, but the weight of responsibilities, of people relying on you, makes him uncomfortable. For that reason he doesn't make many promises to people either. A promise with Crus is a rare thing indeed.

Though stubborn and bullheaded in most things, when it comes to interpersonal conflict Crus will deflect, get defensive, and offer platitudes before anything else. If he can avoid a scrap he will, but his small amount of pride won't let him back down if things get physical. Of course, most conflict of that nature can be avoided by either telling the other person what they want to hear, or by cutting into them with sharp words. Just have to know who you're fighting with. Maybe under different circumstances, Crus could have been quite the manipulator. Might still turn out that way, but at the moment he prefers getting what he wants by taking care of it himself. By the way, Crus is also a pretty talented liar, but he's honest more often than not. That probably makes it all the harder to tell when he is lying.

History
On the island of Ororuel in the South Sea, the Acosta family served as governors for the last few generations. It's household housed the former chief Asabien, his son and current chief Barachel and wife, and of course Crus: only son and future chief. There is a certain charm and excitement knowing you're destined to lead people, to take over the family mantle... but as Crus grew up, the feeling wore off quickly.

Though the tradition was to continue with Crus, he consistently fell short of his family's expectations. He had no motivation to take over the position, no interest at all in politics, and did not show any inkling of the skills needed to act as chief. He was a hard worker, so long as it was work he was interested in doing, and carrying a community on his back was not. Instead, his heart was set on adventure. Since early childhood he was the type to feed into his curiosity, leading faux adventuring teams made of the community's kids to discover all their island had to offer. First hand experiences with flora and fauna dealt life lessons in the form of scars, but Crus always went back for more. He was a hands on learner. Traditional classes were never for him, and he shirked many meetings with tutors in favor of outings into nature - whether it be into caves, climbing hills, or diving underwater. If he could touch it, he wanted to know about it; the how, why and when. Philosophy, law, diplomacy... those weren't physical things, and so didn't interest him in the slightest. History was about the only thing he wasn't able to touch that he felt worth learning about. His antics were tolerated as a child, but as the years passed it created a tension and dissonance between himself and the island's older population, including his father and grandfather.

Elders of the island grew worried of the family's future, and considered another one taking over. Anxious, and frankly irritated at the prospective young chief, they openly talked about their concerns and scorn. With each other, with their families, and of course to the chief himself who would hear every complaint and bring it back to his own family.

By the time Crus was a teenager, the friction surrounding him was well established. That time in a person's life is already chaotic and confusing enough, but Crus spent it torn between not wanting to disappoint his family or his community, and wanting to stay true to himself. He'd known for a long time that he didn't want to take on the mantle of chief, and though no amount of pushing, smothering, or convincing would change his mind he let people believe that it might. The time Crus spent in the village was filled with lies, platitudes, and avoidance. At home it was arguing, simmering anger, and strained smiles in between moments of familial love. There was a lot of sneaking off to forget about his duties for a while, a habit he'd never shaken from childhood, but whenever they could his father and grandfather would keep Crus on a short leash. More lessons, more scars.

Whenever he get away, Crus spent most of his time outside of the village. For one, his peers and the younger members of the community still adored him (at least the ones that hadn't taken their elders' mumbling to heart). Playing, helping, or just chatting and relaxing were his favorite pasttimes, besides exploring. Having long since scoured every nook and cranny of Ororuel, more often than not Crus took to the ocean. He pretended to be a Diver and brought back shells, coral, and all kinds of trinkets from the sea bed to give to the little ones - especially his new little sister, whom he could never be upset with. There had been a particularly difficult period of time when it came to light that his parents had been trying for another son. Though it ultimately failed of course, the tactic actually worked for a while, but eventually the frustration caught up with him and Crus disappeared for a few weeks. It was during that time he'd taken a boat out and let the sea's current take him wherever it willed. He slept under the stars, rocked by ocean waves, and eventually drifted to an patch of sea wholly unfamiliar to him. Under the water he ended up coming upon something interesting: the ruined remains of some ancient vessel, half buried in the sea bed and completely covered over with barnacles. What was it? Where did it come from? How had no one found it before? Surely if they had, he would have already known about it. Inside the wreck beside little animals making it a home and trinkets destroyed by time, was an ornate bident. Though crusted with mollusks it had not rusted. Crus' eyes shined at the sight of it, and of course he took it back with him to the surface.

When he came back up to his boat he found an ambush of people from his village waiting to take him back. He supposed he'd been gone a little too long this time. Once returned home he found that his family eased up on him a bit, afraid to lose him for good. The relationship with his family had improved, but it felt like a false sense of security. He placated them more often than not, pretending to come around to the idea of being chief just to keep the peace. Over the next few years Crus merely tolerated living on the island that seemed so small now, preparing for the inevitable but looking for a way out.

And then, when news reached their little island that a Diver crew would be stopping by on their way to some newly discovered ruins, Crus fought to hide his excitement. He kept it cool, acted disinterested, but in reality this was his chance. Real Divers, the kind that explored all the world's oceans and went on all kinds of adventures, coming to his home?

What else could he really have been expected to do, besides stow away aboard the Sharkfin?

Gear
Crus has carried that bident he found for years, clinging to the little sense of adventure it brought him. In addition he also carries a simple rebreather, a small knife, and a woven bag - all things he uses while exploring. Besides that he carries some primitive beigoma, doubling both as his favorite game and as a little keepsake of Ororuel.

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I also have a last minute character sheet! I've been checking on this one for a few days now and I thought it might be full already but I want to give it a shot, even if I'm kind of a new face on here. The water world theme is too cool to pass up.

Edit: I can change the Aether ability to a different Sun/Moon. Please let me know if there's anything at all that should be changed. Sorry if that wasn't clear!

Chen Xiaoyan

Chen Xiaoyan

“You cannot prevent the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from dropping dung in your hair!”

Appearance

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Age

21

Gender

Male

Home Sea

The Dragon Sea

Aether Sign

Sun (Light)

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Aether Abilities

Unfortunately, Chen’s Aether abilities are weak. The temple frequently warns its disciples that misusing Aether could lead to serious consequences and even self-destruction, and disciples are trained to only use Aether when absolutely necessary. The temple permits disciples to use Aether to promote harmony, keep peace, and to protect the community. As a result, Chen’s skills are mainly defensive and combative techniques are underdeveloped at best.

Light Generation: He lacks the power to produce anything bright enough to stun or blind. Even if he could produce powerful light, he also lacks the training to focus the light into beams or lasers that can hit an intended target, especially at long-range. However, he is capable of producing small orbs of light to be used as lanterns and can produce short flashes of light for flares. The lantern orbs will exhaust his energy over time and Chen has passed out from using it for too long before. The duration for sustaining light will vary depending on his current physical state and stamina.

Cloaking and Illusions: Chen can bend light to turn things invisible. The smaller the object, the easier it is to sustain invisibility for that object. In the past, the monks have cloaked the temple and some small communities around Xi’An to hide from attacks, but cloaking on that scale is impossible to achieve for an individual. Light illusions exhaust Aether immensely and several monks and disciples must work together to cloak entire buildings or villages.
He can also bend light to create minor, temporary color illusions. This could be temporarily changing the color of a piece of fruit or someone’s hair. Unfortunately, the bigger the illusion, the less realistic it will be. Sometimes, the color will flicker or change when the illusion is difficult to sustain.

Invisibility: Chen can make himself invisible for a limited time, but no more than an hour even when he is in good physical condition. His vision is weakened while he is in an invisible state. Everything becomes too bright and it feels similar to having the sun glaring in one's eyes.

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Personality

Master Lao would describe Chen’s personality as bright and playful, although other monks have described him as brash, a bit of an airhead, and even sacrilegious. He is generally gentle and fun-loving, and has taken the monks’ teachings somewhat literally. He is an eternal optimist and strangers may be unsettled by his naivety.

He has some habits that are markedly related to his upbringing at the temple. He enjoys drinking tea, dresses in simple robes, and tries to find joy in small, everyday things. He also recites poetry and quotes from the proverbs of wisdom using incorrect characters and in the wrong context.

Chen carries a flute and has a deep appreciation for music. The temple’s teachings encourage temperance and abstinence but Chen has a weakness for pleasure and beauty, indulging in art, food and wine.

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History

One early morning, the monks prepared to perform the Ceremony of Spring at Xiaoyan Pagoda near the temple grounds. When the monks approached the pagoda at dawn, they discovered an infant crying on the steps below. The monks decided to name him "Chen," the spiritual character for "dawn." They gave him the surname "Xiaoyan" after the place where he was found.

It was widely known around the land that the temple followed a tradition of accepting orphans into their monastic community. The monks would educate the orphans as disciples of the temple, teaching them ethics, science, math, arts, spirituality, the history of the Seas and Aruth, and about Aether. After their education was completed, the young disciples would be given the choice to stay at the temple or to leave and pursue an independent life.

Despite being raised by monks, Chen grew up to be a cheerful and high-spirited youth, often running around the temple and climbing the trees and pagodas, splashing in the lotus ponds, and playing with whatever he could find—animals, plants, sacred artifacts. He grew up to be healthy and energetic, getting along well with the other young disciples. Chen was never rebellious, but always a bit too curious and perhaps a bit mischievous. He had trouble concentrating on his academic studies because he would not sit still long enough to concentrate.

His mentor, Master Lao, tried his best to instill the temple’s values in the young boy—virtue, harmony, modesty, patience, self-control. Master Lao decided that it would be good for the boy to channel his energy into martial arts, and so Chen began training to fight with a strong focus on self-defense. The temple grounds did not permit swords or knives, so Chen began training with a broomstick, eventually graduating to a bamboo staff.

After graduating from his studies, Chen was the only disciple in his class who decided to stay at the temple to remain as a monk. He had rarely traveled outside of the beautiful and peaceful temple, and his disenchanting glimpses of the outside world had been limited to the dirty, bustling city of Xi’An.

So Chen began his adult life as a monk, tending the temple grounds and teaching young disciples. But Master Lao soon fell ill with a mysterious, spiritual disease. The head priest of the temple found an ancient scroll with instructions for making the medicine that would cure Master Lao, but the ingredients needed to be sourced from outside. This prompted Chen to leave the temple for a couple years. He traveled across the archipelagos of the Dragon Sea to acquire different ingredients from merchants, doctors, artisans, shamans, and even pirates. Through this journey, he heard incredible stories from around the world about exotic places and people. In particular, he was fascinated by the stories of Divers and their great adventures.

He returned to the temple in time for the medicine to be brewed and Master Lao was cured. Chen considered Master Lao his father and was deeply moved, but the journey had changed his perspectives. Master Lao had just smiled knowingly when Chen announced that he would leave the temple to explore the world.

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Gear

Chen carries his bo staff and flute and wears a jade talisman on his belt. The talisman has been with him since he was found as a baby and he believes it’s likely to be some kind of heirloom related to his parents. Generally, he travels light but likes to collect and trade small trinkets and souvenirs, sometimes carrying them around in a small pouch that also hangs from his belt.

[Taka]

Kaminari Kiryu

Kaminari Kiryu

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“Names don't matter. What's important is how you live your life.”

Name
Kaminari Kiryu

Age
18

Gender
Male

Home Sea
The Dragon Sea

Aether Sign
Sun - Lightning

Aether Abilities
Kaminari has trained his body under the martial arts of his father and Gale, learning how to use aether rather late in his training. He is the least experienced in real combat unlike the rest of the crew, only being allowed to fight if it is necessary. Gale's training has helped him create ways to use his aether to supplement his martial arts while being useful for every day purposes. As it stands, Kami is hardworking Diver with fists of steel and feet of lightning.

Lightning Skates: Lightining Skate is a unique technique that enhances the user's speed and creating unique ways to attack. More specifically, the user lines the bottom of their shoes or feet, if bare-footed, with a thin film of Lightning Aether. After the bottom of the shoe is coated with lightning, the user's speed on foot increases substantially. As a result, it as if the caster is skating across the ground. This spell holds a similar setup compared to when Kaminari enhances his limbs with lightning. Due to the complexity, Lightning Skate cannot be used in conjunction with Lightning Touch.

Lightning Touch: The most basic of techniques, but the most creative in Kaminari's arsenal. With a deep breath, Kami channels his aether into his hands/feet, casting streams of electricity around his hands/feet, thereby increasing the resulting damage when striking targets. Due to the natural effect accompanied by being struck by lightning, Kaminari can shock his targets. These shocks can potentially cause a momentary stun but, it's a rather low chance.

Lightning Tether: Shifting lightning through his hands/feet, Kaminari can touch an object, or person, leaving behind a mote of lightning, creating a tether between him and the object. The tether is solid, yet retains the property of lightning. A current is charged into whatever it touches, allowing Kaminari to change the polarity of the object, either pulling himself to the object and vice-versa, similar to magnetism. The tether cannot shock the things it touches as that requires too much from Kami.

Personality
Kami is a guy with very kind heart and pure intentions. Despite any troubles at his life, he continues to keep his smile truly alive and sincere, in order to seal the hope and strength in himself and in others. Kaminari is a protective and supportive one; even if he doesn't know how to help, he will do almost anything to help his friends or unknown-to-him and innocent people. He respects all the people that surround him, even the pirates though this respect differs from how Kami attends the usual people and Divers. He is quite polite, trying not to be rude in conversations and/or when he is in a bad mood. He is a calm individual, which can not be driven crazy or become mad easily. On the other hand, if somebody turns him up to the boiling point, then you surely can begin your preparations for the worst things ever. But, reaching the boiling point is a hard enough task. To mention other things, he is very kind and compassionate and somewhat very impressionable at someone's bad times and eventually often can not simply withstand the burden of other's troubles even if they aren't connected to him directly and he doesn't help them due to different circumstances.

History
Unlike his parents, Kami was not born in Xian, rather he was conceived upon the Dragon Sea, on a ship captain'd by Himund Gale. Kami's father, , stood proud to see his child had survived the complications of child birth. The same could not be said for , Kami's mother, had become ill during her pregnancy, her body growing weaker due to contracting an unknown disease. Despite her being in immense pain, Melia held her child tightly. Raito and Melia shed their love upon the infant, their lives finally amounting to something. Raito elected to raise his son on Gale's ship, treating his good friend as Kaminari's god father.

The life of a diver was not one well suited for a child and yet Kaminari became attached the idea of a Diver, a hero that protected the seas. Raito, and Gale began to teach the boy how to handle being a Diver, as even they knew that he would follow in their footsteps, but they were careful to never let him close to danger. The crew looked out for the boy and his ill mother, becoming a family in the meantime. A family that would soon endure a tragic loss.

The night came long as everyone slept, Kaminari running around the deck with Gale watching over him. A cannonball ripped through the ship, alarming the crew. Pirates had come to get revenge for their captain. A battle would ensue that left Gale's crew on the losing side, a ship 3x the size stood before them. Fate had deemed them a sacrifice to satiate the pirates, until Raito took action. His prowess proving to be legendary, facing them down near single-handedly. A demon of the seas, he boarded the pirate ship. He knew that couldn't escape the dreadnought, so he took it upon himself to give his crew time to escape. His goodbye was short, but he knew his family would understand, Kaminari screaming for his father. The loss was grave and not even time could heal this wound.

10 years passed after that fateful night, Kami never forgetting his father's sacrifice, but he was not the only loss that the boy would face. Melia too would eventually pass away, her body growing too weak to sustain herself. Kaminari had to face life without his parents, instead being raised by Huminid Gale, a foster father who treated the child like his own. The boy was the cusp of becoming a man, ready to face the world as a Diver like his parents before him.

Gear
Kaminari does not carry much besides the usual diver equipment. There is only three things that he keeps on him. One being a customized pocket watch that his father once used and the other two are twin katanas that are family heirlooms from his mother.