[OOC] 𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

𝘎𝘔 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘵: 𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 25th

[Haha]

Everyone wanted a discord.

^{What lies in wait for a world without gods?
Will the earth shake until mountains are turned to dust?
Will the oceans finally crash out to consume the shores?
Will the horizon tear asunder and rain fire across the land?}

^{- The Old Man on the Mountain}

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Reference Image

Dark grey and muted blue paint the sky overhead. There are stories about how the shores of the Southern Sea are marked by colorful trees and trails of golden dust that lead out into the crystal blue water. Unfortunately, that would hardly seem to be the case at the western gate of Goetia.

Within lies the demon city’s Stonehill District. Plumes of smoke bellow out and trace up into the stars, the stone beneath your feet is coated evenly with soot and sand, and the sound of smithing hammers striking hot metal resounds from east to west. The shouting of demons and beastmen roars quake through the stone. It was alive and active despite the general condition of the realm.

But it was not completely untouched.

The tendrils of Chosen conspirators have wormed they're into the many factions that call Gotta their home. And though the haven of monstrous types is not the fondest of humans or any that look close enough to one, coin and power talk more than appearances. But that is exactly why those who seek to oust the false god invaders have been led here. Not just you, or the strange masked man, or horned fae, but many who were lead to believe that something in Goeta could turn the tides.

You were given the vaguest of breadcrumbs to follow, and hopefully it was not a wasted journey to come here.

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『 Glossary 』

Lore

The Beginning

The Age of Darkness, it began with eons of war amongst the titanic celestials in the endless Sea of Stars. Countless serpent coiled around galaxies and made nests, astral goliaths wielding hammers forged from asteroids and icy swords from comets sought to hunt those serpents and feed on the umbra that coursed through their veins. These shadow leviathans would be hunted, their skin clothing every warrior goliath upon each victory. And each leviathan that slew a goliath would bring a fresh astral corpse to their nests so that its snakelets could drink the twinkling blood from their veins.

The war would see no end, and even as the last remnants of each race faced one another, no amnesty could be reached. As the last of these ancient races met their end, a long silence fell upon the universe and in that voidic erasure of sound and sight would the flickers of new life be made. Within the innumerable remains of these ancient creatures were the building blocks for what would become our Gods. And upon the first fiery breath of The Golden One,The Age of Light would begin.

The Foundation

Scholars believe that the first god’s life began when the bones of a leviathan drifted into an ocean of Goliath’s blood. Even after their lives had long been extinguished, the black bones caught back against the molten ether preventing them from dissolving into dust. Perhaps the countless souls of goliaths came to respect this serpent, though he was long gone from this world his very remains remained defiant to its enemy. Blood slowly formed into soft glowing flesh, heat cooled into a coat of incandescent scars, and what eventually came to be was something that was not neither leviathan nor goliath. The Golden One’s first breath sent an inferno throughout the Sea of Stars, illuminating every corner of reality.

The Golden One swam throughout the cosmos driven by curiosity and in search of purpose. He would first find the corners once claimed by the Goliaths, where moons held great forges and belts of asteroids were chiseled and chained together. The first dragon found many trinkets and treasures that caught its attention, weapons, tools, arts and measurements and reason. But what captivated him the most was an asteroid that reminded him much of himself, yellowish metal that glistened brightly in his own light.

Eventually his interest would wane, but he did not trust that his coveted treasures would remain here should he leave. How could something exist if he were not there to perceive it? So the golden one struck a claw against his flesh and dripped his glowing blood upon a hammer left behind by the goliaths. As the primordial liquid touched stone and metal, the ethereal energy gave the hammer life, shifting the earthen elements into what would be known as Urt. She was just. as much a god as the Golden One, one much closer to a goliath than her father; with arms, legs, eyes, and ears, the shape of a humanoid. Urt thanked her father for giving her life, and asked the first dragon for purpose. “Protect my treasures, forge others.” A simple task for the first earthen god of creation, and when The Golden One departed she would begin to do just that.

The dragon sought further. Into the distant corners where his flames reached, but the light was just a bit dimmer. Here the Golden One felt something new, fear, the regions he once called home were long behind him and cold bit into his molten scales forming cosmic storms with each beat of his massive wings. But eventually he would find the deepest corners of the cosmos where the leviathans squirmed out from the abyss. The swirling liquid vortexes consumed the elements and spat them out as something new, ice into water, earth into dust. A great glowing spring sat at the center of the great leviathan nest, and the dragon’s curiosity drew him closer until eventually the Golden One decided to taste from the spring.

Knowledge of the Age before flooded the dragon’s mind, the all-hungering serpents and the all-conquering leviathans, the self-destruction of both, and the silence that followed. Drinking from the spring brought another new emotion to the dragon’s mind, sorrow, he lamented the mistakes of his ancestors. But to know the terrors of before his time, it was something that could never allow another being to learn. So the Golden One turned to the spring and unleashed a great flame that evaporated the very waters the serpents spent their lives protecting. But as that burning steam trailed off, regret filled the dragon’s mind and he struck a claw against his flesh once again to trickle his blood into the vapors of time.

If Urt was a god born in the image of a goliath, Nos was a god in the image of a leviathan. He was an infinitely long spectral serpent of mist, and just as Urt did upon her birth Nos asked for purpose from his father. “Hide, and never show your face to any but me.” And with his task given, the god of water and time fled from the Golden One to be in constant avoidance of all life and being so he may never be found.

The Realm

^{The light of life. Everlasting.
The cornerstone of creation. Everstrong.
The flow of time. Everfleeting.
The First Dragon.
The Mother of Creation.
The Father of Time.}

With the triune’s roles established the Age of Light would come to an end and the current era would begin. The Age of Man, so vainly claimed by humans, one of the many races which sprouted from the realms shaped by Urt. Though others rose and fell alongside the humans, it was the stories they weaved and the laws they wrote that would give rise to the first wars among the mortal races. Those wars would establish the heroes of our age, individuals with power to stand over others, closer to the gods than all others.

But what exactly distinguished that? What made someone more god-like than another? Who could determine such a thing?

Five great wyrms, beings somewhere between gods and mortals. Though our realm is not their home, each claims regions of the land as their nesting and offer wisdom to mortals who are deserving of it. The wyrms are unanimously called The Sojourners, but each has a name said to have been gifted by The Golden One himself. To north is Nix, the largest of the wyrms with midnight black scales and burning red eyes. She claims the title of Nightbringer, and each of her breaths brings months of winter to her region making it mostly inhospitable to any but the hardiest of creatures. To the east is Styx, the smallest of the wyrms witb deep blue scales and pale white eyes. He claims the title of Soulseer, and legend has it that in his realm the dead are carried to the afterlife upon his back, the Cult of Styx worship this Sojourner as a god himself. To the west is Charon, twin brother of Styx with alabaster scales and bright blue eyes. He claims the title of Stormbearer, and the western realm knows the wrath of constant lightning strikes and torrential rains. To the south sleeps the fourth wyrm, Kerboros the three headed wyrm with mirror-like scales that shimmer with countless colors. They are not the largest, nor the strongest of the wyrms, but holding the title of The Keeper they are said to offer maddening wisdom to any who earn the Sojourner’s voice.

The fifth wyrm, Hydra was challenged and defeated by a mortal hero and with the wyrm’s honor stained she fell into a long depression and it is said she disappeared from the realm and returned to where the wyrms traveled from. Most heroes of the realm take upon themselves great challenges from these wyrms and upon completing them, are granted a fraction of their power to wield and sway over their fellow mortals. To earn the title of “Hero” is the closest a mortal could achieve to godhood.. or at least that is what we originally thought.

The Rift

The moon of our realm disappeared, and in its place a massive palace with fountains of liquid starlight and glittering clouds shined in splendor. And with this skycastle came what could only be described as “Gods”.. but they were not the gods we knew of. Pearlescent skin, glowing eyes, perfect beings with flesh as hard as steel, and they were formed in the shape of a human. These beings claimed to be “God Chosen” the first children of Urt who had been tasked with bringing order to The Realm.

The orcs, goblins, trolls, ogres, even the dwarves, all in collective agreement rejected these alien creatures and renounced any sort of claim they had to The Realm. Some humans looked to the chosen and saw opportunity, quickly bowing their heads in subservience to find a place in power only second to these beings. Other humans did not, they looked to their history and all of the progress their race had made, standing their ground to not bow and vowed to fight whatever status quo the Chosen wished to enforce. The leader of these Chosen, a long-haired wielder of lightning named Zeus openly stated that challenged their mission would be destroyed, and that the wyrms of The Realm would be first.

The Sojourners however did not leave the gold-encrusted caverns they called home. But in their stead, the mortal races of the realm who defied the Chosen would rise up in solidarity against the god-like creatures. Races that once hated eachother stood side-by-side and took arms against a common enemy. It was however, all in vain, as these Chosen held power far beyond what even the most skilled of sorcerers could muster. Zeus entered the realm of Charon and harnessed the storms to obliterate entire cities. Hades entered the realm of Styx and chained the dead into servitude, preventing any mortals from dying so they may wither in eternal servitude. Many fled to the north, the cold hellscape was protected by Nix who managed to slay many Chosen who were foolish enough to enter her realm.

The war against The Chosen seemed to be coming to an end quickly, with the Age of Man ending along with it. But something unexplainable would delay that guaranteed victory. The castle that these Chosen originated from crumbled, white metal and marble shattered and fractured, hundreds of this god-like race eradicated in an instant. And in its wake a tear in the fabric of reality, with two black serpents covered in slit eyes slithering out. The portal now referred to simply as The Rift has not ushered in any more horrors, but thankfully the great serpents do not seem to have a scent for mortals and instead hunt the remaining chosen that still battle across the Realm.

Races

Humans
Elves
Dwarves
Beastmen
Lizardmen
Kobold
Giants
Trolls
Orcs
Goblins
Gnomes
Fae
Centaur
Minotaur

^{Humans are the most plentiful race, but there are countless variants and subraces that each have their own cultures and unique traits that make them distinct from one another. I leave it to the player who decides on a less fleshed out race to develop it, and give them full permission and power to go ham in doing so.}

Places

Eiskraun - The Glacial Tundras
Nichteben - The Umbral Temple
Bruina - Ursine Fjords
Limba - The Borderland

Fraktis - The Broken Mountains
Lebis - Styx’s Tear
Deisis - City of the Dead
Boris - The Desert of Salt

Acies - Eternal Battlefield
Vitas - The Storm Capital
Pasius - Storm’s Eye Isle
Fonys - The Forest of Lies

Porta - Merchant’s Bounty
Ciolta - Nos Crater
Goeta - City of Demons

Map

The Sights & Sounds

Rota - The Mouth of the Realm

Arcana

Nobody knows when the first mage became aware of the ether flowing through their veins, or when the first spell was inked upon the pages of a tome. But over the years we have learned how magic works. Traces of celestial energy exist in all life, all rooting back to the blood of The Golden One. Some have it emerge at random, others cultivate the potential within themselves, many even cross bloodlines with mage in hopes that their offspring will unlock latent power. Regardless of how it arises, Magic is categorized as Major or Minor Arcana.

Major

XXI (The World) is the most common of the major arcana to appear in individuals. With this level of magic the caster is able to mold the material world to some degree. Constructing walls from the dirt beneath your feet, assembling a hammer from stone, it is the ability to create in its truest form. While novices of this arcana may only be able to create small cubes, spheres, simple shapes and tools, there are some highly skilled mages who are able to create weapons of war with this gift. Ex: Earthbending, Ferromancy, Golemancy

XX (Judgement) is the least common arcana across the realm, and likely the most coveted. Mages gifted with this arcana are able to harness their ether and channel it into psionic abilities that effect the minds of others. Most are given access to things like simple illusions, sway over weak-minded individuals, and in rare cases telepathy. Skilled users of this arcana typically find themselves as faction spies or politicians. Ex: Illusions, Telekinesis, Telepathy

XIX (The Sun) is the arcana of healing, granting its wielder the purest utilization of ether as they conjure golden light from their fingertips to reverse the weave of time and undo the blemishes of war. In most cases a mender exhausts themselves to pump as much ether into simple flesh wounds to slowly undo the damage. But powerful casters of this magic are able to regrow missing body parts, and even bring someone back from the dead. Ex: Time Magic, Healing Magic, Immortality

XVIII (The Moon) is known as the arcana of transformation, and is seen as a curse rather than a blessing to most. This magic grants its heightened senses, enhanced strength, and an affinity for communing with bestial creatures across the realm. But along with this they slowly take on monstrous features as their mind slowly gives way for dangerous primal instincts. Ex: Lycanthropy and other forms of bestial transformation.

XVII (The Star) is known as the arcana of knowledge. Those gifted with this classification are given some level of clairvoyance, whether it’s through dreams or sudden visions, the future or even the past are able to be glimpsed into. It is one of the more common arcana to obtain, but many that hold it don’t even know. Masters of this arcana are seers, wisemen, sages, holding greater wisdom only surpassed the Wyrms. Ex: Scrying, Astral Projection, Foresight

XVI (The Tower) is the antithesis to the creation arcana, embodying the magic of destruction. Where a caster of World Arcana could turn a home into countless cubes, the furnishings would remain, and the people unharmed. To utilize the tower is a chaotic deconstruction that is difficult to control. Simple casting of this arcana tends to appear as holes in walls created by petty thieves, but masters can place their hand upon the walls of a castle and reduce it to dust. Ex: Destruction Magic, Molecular Degradation, Disintegration

XV (The Devil) is quite unique amongst the arcana as those gifted with it aren’t able to cast magic in any facet. Instead their presence simply cancels out any magic from being convoked so long as their heart continued to beat. The range and strength of this erasure differs from individual to individual, but they are highly sought after by militaries across the Realm. Example: Aura of Anti-Magic, extends into items you wield and domains you occupy.

XIV (Temperance) is found somewhere between the Devil and the Sun, this arcana grants the caster a bit of sway over other magic. Dispelling spears of stone, enhancing the destructive capability of a Tower’s destruction, and even sensing the illusions of Judgment. They are a jack of all trades when it comes to magic and are often employed by cities to help keep other mages under control. Ex: Enhances, lessens, or dispels magic. Not quite as strong as anti-magic, but offers more in terms of support.

XIII (Death) is another arcana perceived by most to be a curse. Awakening the arcana of death forces the soul out of the mortal shell and the ether follows it to tether your spectral form to the physical plane. There are benefits to being a spirit that walks among the living; you can’t be harmed physically, you do not require food or water, you can fly.. and with time and training you can even possess the shell of another. Ex: You become a ghost, but you do not pass on to whatever afterlife you were destined to.

XII (The Hanged Man) could be considered the worst case scenario when it comes to being blessed with an arcana. The body’s ether is incapable of manipulation through focus, incantation, or written glyphs, and instead must be released through the blood itself. The hanged man’s body quite literally becomes the weapon, their blood able to to crystallize and fire out like daggers, their skin able to harden like stone. But because of this your body slowly grows used to the pain as you wither away with every self inflicted wound. Ex: Hemomancy, Fleshcrafting, Bone Manipultion, cases of vampirism are not uncommon.

XI (Justice) is another arcana often sought after by cities and military regimes. The word and will of this individual is absolute, and while a user of Judgment can “convince” someone born with Justice will “command”. Novices can tell doors to open or candles to ignore. Where as a master can order their arrow to “aim true” and it would most certainly land its mark. Ex: Conqueror Haki, Willpower Imbuement, Too Stubborn to Die

X (Wheel of Fortune) is the simplest, but most unexplainable arcana of them all.. you’re just extremely lucky? Ex: GM’s favorite.

IX (The Hermit) users are blessed with access to a dimension of their own, to hold, to trap, to hide. You wouldn’t think such a mundane ability would strike fear into the hearts of others, but there are legends about mages of this arcana stealing unveiling oceans of insects from their mage. At its most rudimentary level you may store your food, your belongings.. but it is said that this space can be shaped into a plane that could be lived and dweller within, entire cities hidden away by one single man. Ex: Access to their own personal plane! Planeswalker!

VIII (Strength) gives its wielder dominance over the forces of gravity, giving even the bleakest of talents the ability to fly and the most brilliant mages far more devastating effects. There have only been a handful of mages blessed with this arcana and all were feared among their generations. Ex: Gravity Manipulation, Weight Manipulation, Flight

VII (The Chariot) is the sister arcana to The Hermit. Where the hermit hides themselves and the things they cherish away from the rest of their world, those gifted with this arcana are free to explore every edge of the realm. Some believe it is immeasurable speed, others think they are given sight to planar corridors that take you from one location to another. Whatever the answer may be, Chariot users are able to travel great distances in the blink of an eye. At early stages they can instantly send themselves where their eyes can see, while savants can travel anywhere their mind’s eye can perceive. Ex: Teleportation of self and items wielded.

VI (The Lovers) is a strange arcana in that it will not awaken on its own, and requires another with this arcana to come into contact with them. When a pair of lovers make physical contact they are capable of “true sorcery” manifesting their ether into elements, shapes, raw energy, or spells combining all of these together. The difficulty in this is that the two lovers must be in sync to accomplish anything substantial, and without proper training they can do little other than weird light effects and harmless thaumaturgy. Ex: If you and your partner work through your problems and find a healthy dynamic, you can be two halves of a wizard!

V (The Hierophant) No recorded wielder.

IV (The Emperor) No recorded wielder.

III (The Empress) No recorded wielder.

II (The Priestess) No recorded wielder.

I (The Magician) is an arcana that has not been seen in thousands of years. To be born with this arcana places you at a level of power that draws the ire of the wyrms. You feel the ley-lines beneath your feet, you can see the natural ether in the air, you are a mage in its truest form and are capable of bending the laws of reality to your will. Some believe that those born with this arcana are executed before they can learn to truly master their abilities, others think that there are covens of magicians that work in solitude for the greater good. Who knows? Ex: Access to magic at a universal level. The only thing holding you back is your own knowledge and potential.

0 (The Fool) is an arcana with seemingly no magical capability whatsoever. You become aware of the ether within yourself, and a voice in your head tells you to kill your loved ones, burn your granaries, and poison the wells, because none of it is real anyway. You become aware of all realities, including the forum that your universe halfheartedly exists on. Oh no! You’re insane now!

Minor

These are all mystical artifacts scattered throughout the realm that allow individuals born without a major arcana to compel the ether out of your body into an outcome that is distinguished by the artifact itself. There are four variations of these minor arcana, and fourteen variants of those that hold very different effects. These effects are extremely specific, and rather than holding a broad range of effects like those of the greater arcana.
• Turning time from day to night.
• Making it rain.
• Turning copper into gold.
• Emitting the sound of a man screaming.

The Swords are all armaments of some sort; swords, spears, hammers, shields.

The Wands are tools that wouldn’t be seen as a weapon; chains, rope, a hoe, or even something like a shovel.

The Cups are mundane items; a chalice, furniture, a toilet paper roll, or even broken piece of mirror.

The Pentacles are typically jewelry or stones; a tiara, pendant, ring, or even just a big shiny rock.

Stats

The stats at the bottom of the sheet are mainly to discern what your character is most knowledgeable about in comparison to the others with the exception of one. We're starting off with 24 to distribute, but you can only put a maximum of 10 points in each category and no less than 1. I'm aiming to get the main thread up Friday or Saturday, so questions are very much encouraged!

Combat ― Knowledge of combat, military strategy, weapon proficiency, warfare.
Culture ― Knowledge of languages, history, specific locale, dialects, mannerisms.
Commerce ― Knowledge of mercantile, trade routes, goods and value in specific areas.
Magic ― Knowing how your and other people's arcana works, studied innovative or less common uses of magic.
Karma ― The morality slider. The lower this is, the less ethical you are.

For some extra clarification:
★ High Magic would allow you to conjure an assault rifle.
★ High Combat would allow you fire it properly.

★ High Culture would allow you to know who the Pope Francis is.
★ High Commerce allows you to sell him Pokemon cards.

★ High Karma makes the guards like you. Low Karma makes the serial killer in the alley like you.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!

Character

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『 Claimed Arcana 』

• The Sun @Shard
• The Fool @wikkit
• The Strength @vietmyke
• The Judgement @Spin The Wheel
• The Lovers @Katakuri
@Yankee
• The Lovers@Theyra
• The World@Abstract Proxy
• The Tower @Dragonfly 9
• The Death @j8cob
• Magician Claimed! ^{*Fuckin’ gone dude.*}

[Spin The Wheel]

All done with Germaine, for your consideration:

Germaine

Germaine Gaulding

________________________________________ Germaine Gaulding 40 | Male | Human _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: Acies. His hometown has been thoroughly destroyed, as is common of villages in the area. ❏ CASTE: Theatre/entertainer ❏ AFFILIATIONS: Actors' guild, unaffiliated underworld contacts, the Church of Truth ❏ GOALS: Needs to find someone and retrieve a stolen book. _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Acting: Germaine is quite the actor and can practically disappear into a role. He often uses this skill in conversations, drawing people in with a performance so that they let their guard down. ◆ Dexterity: Having been a street magician in his youth, Germaine is well-versed in sleight of hand tricks, and is very good at tasks that require precision of the hands. ◆ Observation: He rarely misses social cues and, after some time, he can find weaknesses and strange patterns in someone's behaviour. EQUIPMENT: ◆ A black cane, with a sword hidden inside. For self defense purposes, of course. ◆ Medicine pouch with first aid supplies, just in case. ◆ Golden mask, unadorned, with an impassive expression.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ A man only slightly taller than average, Germaine nonetheless has a unique presence. With silver hair and kind eyes, he can settle in anywhere he goes. Ever the gentleman, Germaine puts a lot of effort into his appearance. He has various sets of dress shirts, vests, and coats that he cycles between. A hat is important, of course, and he has a good many hats. He always seems to carry the same cane, though. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Germaine is always polite and open, but somewhat insincere. He can talk your ear off in a conversation but is not one to initiate very often. He seems to avoid talking about himself, and when he does, he's rather dismissive of the past. It's difficult to say how much of Germaine is genuine, though if you ask him, he will insist he isn't hiding anything of great importance. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: Judgement Germaine's Arcana manifests in the ability to produce sight-based illusions. To affect a target, he must be in their line of sight. The clearer he is in their eyes, the easier it is for him to work his magic. Once he embeds an illusion in the target's mind he can leave their sight and the illusion will continue until its natural end, though he can't create a new illusion for the target unless he is still in their sightline. He has the ability to project an illusion to everyone in sight, but doing so drains him very quickly. Minor: Golden Mask When worn, the mask allows the user to alter their own voice. They can pitch it higher or lower and increase or decrease the volume. Additionally, the mask allows them to project their voice, making it seem like it's coming from elsewhere.

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Combat: •• Culture: ••••••••• Commerce: ••••• Magic: •••• Survival: • Karma: •••

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Also, we're running with quite a low karma party, huh

[Haha]

@Spin The Wheel
He’s good for the character tab.
Low Karma just means chaos crew.

[OddnessApproved]

I'm here! *presses subscribe*

[Dragonfly 9]

I'm here, too! Sorry for being silent, I'm just deciding between character ideas.

[Yankee]

Barbatos

........................................................................................ ________________________________________ Barbatos Di Comoita 27 | Male | Demon _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: Goeta City ❏ CASTE: Wealthy Family's 9th Son ❏ AFFILIATIONS: Comoita Family, Goeta Elite ❏ GOALS: Keep his family's favor; gain information on the Umbral Order; uncover who was, and possibly is, leaking information about Goeta's high profile citizens to outsiders _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Debt Collecting ◆ Investigation ◆ Free-running ◆ Street fighting EQUIPMENT: ◆ Matches ◆ Set of Knives ◆ First-Aid Kit ◆ Brim Stone ◆ The Ledger™

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Barbatos stands at 5'11''. His physique is fit, and though he has several traits typical of demonkind unfortunately he looks closer to human than not - only two arms, two legs, and pale peach colored skin infrequently dotted with scar tissue. It's been said by many people, family and strangers, that his demon blood runs thin. What demonic traits he does sport include elongated ears and incisors, asymmetrical obsidian horns that sprout from his forehead, dark scales that run from his shoulder blades down his biceps and back, and a tail. His tail is not the stereotypical fork, rather it is more like a reptile's tail - thick, scaly, and long. His eyes are the same glowing, molten gold shared between all members of the Comoita family, so at least there is no denying his heritage. As for style, he usually dresses in clean, practical clothes and accessorizes with gold befitting his status. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Patient. Thorough. Inquisitive. In another life he may have excelled as a scholar, but alas. Barbatos works with many people on a near daily basis, so he does his best to play at being charming. His brand of "charming" is a mixture of playful, friendly, and lame. It falls flat for most, but miraculously works on others. Still, many prefer him when he is all business. In such situations he is cool and calm, giving the impression that he is in control even when he is clearly not. He does not shy away from violence, and uses it liberally when negotiation fails - though it's always his second choice, preferring diplomacy or... other less savory tactics before getting physical. His temper comes as a simmer rather than an explosion, and when he does anger it is with a cold fury. His reputation precedes him in many of Geota's circles, and while he is known as a fair man he is also not one to be pushed around. Growing up with eight older siblings and a human face quickly taught him how to stand up for himself. When attending family functions or representing the Comoita he puts on airs, but his true self is more down to earth, humorous, and much more blunt. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: N/A? If he wields a Major Arcana, he doesn't show it off. Minor: The Two of Pentacles It appears as a rather simple ring: an alabaster stone set into a band of metal. A first glance it's use seems as simple as it's appearance. When the arcana is touched to something, it "opens" that something. Barbatos uses it frequently, as with just a pass of his hand doors, chests, safes, and the like open themselves. The arcana bypasses locks and magic charms, and hasn't failed to force something open so far. Hidden rooms reveal themselves if the ring touches their entrance, and there was even one case where someone tried to swallow evidence and the ring was able to force open their mouth so Barbatos could retrieve it.

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Combat: 5 ••••• Culture: 6 •••••• Commerce: 6 •••••• Magic: 3 ••• Survival: 2 •• Karma: 2 ••

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Character submission, one more for the low karma sausage fest.

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Barbatos

........................................................................................ ________________________________________ Barbatos Di Comoita 27 | Male | Demon _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: Goeta City ❏ CASTE: Wealthy Family's 9th Son ❏ AFFILIATIONS: Comoita Family, Goeta Elite ❏ GOALS: Keep his family's favor; gain information on the Umbral Order; uncover who was, and possibly is, leaking information about Goeta's high profile citizens to outsiders _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Debt Collecting ◆ Investigation ◆ Free-running ◆ Street fighting EQUIPMENT: ◆ Matches ◆ Set of Knives ◆ First-Aid Kit ◆ Brim Stone ◆ The Ledger™

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Barbatos stands at 5'11''. His physique is fit, and though he has several traits typical of demonkind unfortunately he looks closer to human than not - only two arms, two legs, and pale peach colored skin infrequently dotted with scar tissue. It's been said by many people, family and strangers, that his demon blood runs thin. What demonic traits he does sport include elongated ears and incisors, asymmetrical obsidian horns that sprout from his forehead, dark scales that run from his shoulder blades down his biceps and back, and a tail. His tail is not the stereotypical fork, rather it is more like a reptile's tail - thick, scaly, and long. His eyes are the same glowing, molten gold shared between all members of the Comoita family, so at least there is no denying his heritage. As for style, he usually dresses in clean, practical clothes and accessorizes with gold befitting his status. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Patient. Thorough. Inquisitive. In another life he may have excelled as a scholar, but alas. Barbatos works with many people on a near daily basis, so he does his best to play at being charming. His brand of "charming" is a mixture of playful, friendly, and lame. It falls flat for most, but miraculously works on others. Still, many prefer him when he is all business. In such situations he is cool and calm, giving the impression that he is in control even when he is clearly not. He does not shy away from violence, and uses it liberally when negotiation fails - though it's always his second choice, preferring diplomacy or... other less savory tactics before getting physical. His temper comes as a simmer rather than an explosion, and when he does anger it is with a cold fury. His reputation precedes him in many of Geota's circles, and while he is known as a fair man he is also not one to be pushed around. Growing up with eight older siblings and a human face quickly taught him how to stand up for himself. When attending family functions or representing the Comoita he puts on airs, but his true self is more down to earth, humorous, and much more blunt. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: N/A? If he wields a Major Arcana, he doesn't show it off. Minor: The Two of Pentacles It appears as a rather simple ring: an alabaster stone set into a band of metal. A first glance it's use seems as simple as it's appearance. When the arcana is touched to something, it "opens" that something. Barbatos uses it frequently, as with just a pass of his hand doors, chests, safes, and the like open themselves. The arcana bypasses locks and magic charms, and hasn't failed to force something open so far. Hidden rooms reveal themselves if the ring touches their entrance, and there was even one case where someone tried to swallow evidence and the ring was able to force open their mouth so Barbatos could retrieve it.

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Combat: 5 ••••• Culture: 6 •••••• Commerce: 6 •••••• Magic: 3 ••• Survival: 2 •• Karma: 2 ••

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Character submission, one more for the low karma sausage fest.

@Yankee

Team Morally Bankrupt grows. Throw the demon husband into the character tab.

[Abstract Proxy]

I have plans to reintroduce morality and goodness to the lands, if allowed that is. :D

And in classic waffle fashion, provided it doesn't conflict with any GM/DM plans, I'd like to swap/write most reluctant and unassuming character gifted (or in their view cursed) in the alchemical arts.

[Shard]

I have plans to reintroduce morality and goodness to the lands, if allowed that is. :D

And in classic waffle fashion, provided it doesn't conflict with any GM/DM plans, I'd like to swap/write most reluctant and unassuming character gifted (or in their view cursed) with the Magician Arcana.

@Abstract Proxy

My dude brings the anime protag goodness of heart into the RP, so don't worry, you won't be alone

@Haha Will you make a 'Cord group for this?

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Also, threw in some flavor on Lumen's 'Karma' section. Noticed how I had forgotten it. Lad with a heart of gold but because the Ivory Fae look creepy as fuck to a lot of people, they get spooked by him.

Also, I am sure people are taught never to trust the Fae.

Hence the 3/10 Karma for angel boi.

[Haha]

@Haha Will you make a 'Cord group for this?

@Shard

There you go.

[Dragonfly 9]

Deidamia

________________________________________ Deidamia 25 Mentally | Genderless(but goes by she/her pronouns) | Rock Golem(usually is disguised as a human woman) _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: (Well, technically, she was made, not born, but) The Foreboding Forest ❏ CASTE: Wanderer/Adventurer ❏ AFFILIATIONS: Adam Silver(Prior); The Alchemist Society(Prior) ❏ GOALS: To explore, help people, and prove to herself and the world that she’s useful/not an inhuman monster. _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Playing the flute and harmonica ◆ Smashing things(which she usually does in her golem form) ◆ Resourceful; can use almost anything as a weapon EQUIPMENT: ◆ Her harmonica(used to have a flute, too, but accidentally stepped on it in her golem form and broke it) ◆ Bag of Holding ◆ Large, Dark Blue Cloak(it covers her up in either form)

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Her human form is one of a petite, brown haired woman wearing a dark blue cloak. She has a slim hourglass figure, though also has some hidden muscle underneath the cloak, and also has an athletic figure as well. Her skin is tanned, due to being outside most of the time, and her legs are long and made for running. Her rock golem form, meanwhile, is tall and fearsome…which makes it even weirder when the same feminine, mousy voice that she has in her human form comes from her rock golem form as well. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Deidamia is a very shy and timid, yet kind and compassionate character. She does like helping people, and finds it much easier to do so in her human form so people don’t run away screaming from her golem form, but it takes a while for her to open up to people, as she usually keeps to herself. She’s very aware of her golem form’s size and strength, and this awareness carries over to her human form as well, even though she doesn’t need to be so careful while human. She also has an inferiority complex, usually seeing herself as a terrible monster, and she often tries to prove herself wrong by overly helping people. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: The Tower Given that she was made to destroy and conquer, Deidamia often avoids using her Tower Arcana, and is often self-conscious about her origins. In fact, she’s afraid of using it, due to being worried that she’ll accidentally go too far and everyone will fear/hate her, and, as such, only uses it as a last resort. It doesn’t help that her power of destruction is much stronger when she’s a golem than when she’s a human. As for power scaling, in both forms, Deidamia can destroy bigger things, such as doors and tables, but can't destroy anything bigger than that yet, and also can't destroy living things, such as larger plants, animals, and any sapient race. Minor: The Cloak of The Moon(When the cloak is worn, it can transform the user into one specific human form.)

Combat: 5 Culture: 2 Commerce: 2 Magic: 4 Survival: 5 Karma: 4(as a human), 2(as a golem)

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rock baby

Deidamia

________________________________________ Deidamia 25 Mentally | Genderless(but goes by she/her pronouns) | Rock Golem(usually is disguised as a human woman) _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: (Well, technically, she was made, not born, but) The Foreboding Forest ❏ CASTE: Wanderer/Adventurer ❏ AFFILIATIONS: Adam Silver(Prior); The Alchemist Society(Prior) ❏ GOALS: To explore, help people, and prove to herself and the world that she’s useful/not an inhuman monster. _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Playing the flute and harmonica ◆ Smashing things(which she usually does in her golem form) ◆ Resourceful; can use almost anything as a weapon EQUIPMENT: ◆ Her harmonica(used to have a flute, too, but accidentally stepped on it in her golem form and broke it) ◆ Bag of Holding ◆ Large, Dark Blue Cloak(it covers her up in either form)

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Her human form is one of a petite, brown haired woman wearing a dark blue cloak. She has a slim hourglass figure, though also has some hidden muscle underneath the cloak, and also has an athletic figure as well. Her skin is tanned, due to being outside most of the time, and her legs are long and made for running. Her rock golem form, meanwhile, is tall and fearsome…which makes it even weirder when the same feminine, mousy voice that she has in her human form comes from her rock golem form as well. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Deidamia is a very shy and timid, yet kind and compassionate character. She does like helping people, and finds it much easier to do so in her human form so people don’t run away screaming from her golem form, but it takes a while for her to open up to people, as she usually keeps to herself. She’s very aware of her golem form’s size and strength, and this awareness carries over to her human form as well, even though she doesn’t need to be so careful while human. She also has an inferiority complex, usually seeing herself as a terrible monster, and she often tries to prove herself wrong by overly helping people. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: The Tower Given that she was made to destroy and conquer, Deidamia often avoids using her Tower Arcana, and is often self-conscious about her origins. In fact, she’s afraid of using it, due to being worried that she’ll accidentally go too far and everyone will fear/hate her, and, as such, only uses it as a last resort. It doesn’t help that her power of destruction is much stronger when she’s a golem than when she’s a human. Minor: The Cloak of The Moon(When the cloak is worn, it can transform the user into anything they desire, though it also suppresses their Major Arcana quite a bit when it’s being used.)

Combat: 7 Culture: 4 Commerce: 2 Magic: 5 Survival: 7 Karma: 8(as a human), 3(as a golem)

@Dragonfly 9

Once the adjustments that I requested in diecord are made, you can move her over.

[Abstract Proxy]

Umara

Umara Imaradi

________________________________________ Umara Imaradi 18 | Female | Human _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: Umara hails from the infamously eerie Masquewood Swamp, found deep within the easternmost reaches of the Realm controlled by Styx. ❏ CASTE: Umara is a traveling alchemist, offering her services to the strange caravans that still travel the blighted lands. For a modest, extremely fair price, of course. ❏ AFFILIATIONS: As a professional Alchemist with a capital A, Umara is a member in good standing of the Alchemist Society. With a mind to her filial duties, she also maintains sporadic contact with her parents by way of somewhat regularly posted letters, carefully curated to ensure that she always appears to be doing very well. ❏ GOALS: Umara seemingly lives only to further her understanding of the alchemical and arcane arts. Any money that remains after paying for her own basic necessities and current debts, is inevitably spent in pursuit of increasing her knowledge in these two fields. _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Alchemy: Despite her youth, Umara is a talented alchemist, capable of combining reagents to produce substances both mundane and mystical in nature. ◆ Arcane Scholar: Magic is not a mere feeling. Magic is not simply exerting one's will upon the world. Magic is a science. Magic is another gateway that must be opened and another threshold that must be crossed in order to understand the nature of the universe. Convinced that this the truth, Umara views herself as an scholar, following in the faded, often hard to discover footsteps of arcane scholars of long gone ages. In a world filled with death and decay, precious few individuals would care to challenge Umara's claims of scholarship. ◆ Analytical Mind: Umara possess a sharp, analytical mind. She is uncommonly good at logically analyzing a situation, problem, or discarded tome packed full of forbidden and terrifying knowledge that will likely threaten not only her, but the entire party. EQUIPMENT: Clothes and Jewelry ◆ A hooded blue cloak, adorned with embroidered celestial bodies. ◆ A turquoise dress, suitable for travel, painted shifting shades of blue and green, and decorated with small trinkets cast in gold. ◆ A set of glass earrings that seem to glow with a cold light when seen from the right angle. Small inscriptions etched into the metal holding soft glass globes suggest that the earrings were shaped by a master craftsman in the City of the Dead some three hundred years ago. ◆ A gold pendent bearing runes associated with a long forgotten deity of knowledge. The sole profit from a hasty and disastrous visit to a ruined temple, Umara wears the amulet as a form of good luck charm. Tools and Alchemical Supplies ◆ A simple leather backpack. ◆ An old, battered book, written in a elaborate cursive that is exceedingly difficult to read. ◆ An unassuming knife that Umara keeps in a leather sheath looped to a belt tied around her waist. Although the blade is sharpened, Umara by her own confession has neither the inclination nor training to use it as anything but a tool. ◆ A portable alchemist's kit consisting of two glass beakers, a light metal frame for holding a beaker over a flame, a glass stirring rod, as well as a small pestle and mortar. ◆ A pouch of common alchemical ingredients, including salt, iron powder, and purified water. ◆ Carefully secured in her traveling pack, Umara keeps three flasks of Alchemist's Fire. A useful substance for any burgeoning alchemist to create, Alchemist's Fire is a sticky, adhesive fluid that violently ignites when exposed to air and continues to burn until the flame is extinguished. Miscellaneous ◆ A small, battered journal, full of hastily scribbled notes and formulas. ◆ A small bottle of black ink (no more than one ounce) and an elegant metal ink pen that clearly cost a sizable sum of money to purchase. A waterskin currently filled with clean water.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Touched by the arcane, Umara's eyes dance with not just alertness, but burning flames that leave her eyes a forever shifting yellow-orange. Above and below her eyes, Umara paints geometric shapes, reminders of her discoveries and meaningful meditations on the nature of the Arcana. Enchanted by the ether that flows through her, Umara's hair is cast an ethereal hue of pale blue. Her skin is faded fawn, colored by the sun and time spent on the road. Middling in height, Umara has the lithe, if not athletic, then at least trim figure, of one who spends her life traveling from one settlement to another. The excess fat of too much pleasure, too much wine, and the softness associated with the hearth have had no time to leave their traces on the young woman. Unconvinced of the kindness of her fellow travelers, Umara takes care to hide unwelcome shapes brought on by a growing adulthood. She does not hide that she is a young woman, but she has learned it is best to cultivate a sense of mystery about her person and to keep her companions at arm's length. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Frequently too curious for her own good, Umara is intensely and dangerously curious when it comes to all things related to magic. Possessing the do-it-yourself education of a practicing alchemist, Umara is surprisingly well-read for a waif lost to the the allure of travel. A quick learner, gifted with a knack of careful experimentation, Umara approaches all of life with the broad minded view of an alchemical researcher. A scientist of all that binds the universe together, as it were. The young alchemist is endlessly analytical and thoughtful when it comes to magic, happily spending hours reflecting on the nature of the arcane and attempting to reconcile it with her understanding of the physical world. For all her many intellectual gifts, Umara is still young. She is focused only when it comes to her professional responsibilities and personal studies. Outside of alchemy or magic, she is decidedly disinterested in most things and does her best to avoid expending any serious effort. Convincing the young pyromancer that it would be good to complete the necessary chores of the road or to acquire some practical training, perhaps in how to fight, appears thus far to be an exercise in futility. A pensive creature by nature, Umara's mind frequently wanders, and left to her own devices she can often be found daydreaming or scribbling alchemical recipes in her journal. Buried beneath a studious exterior, the young woman carefully guards an inner sense of worry. A gnawing, gasping fear that she has missed some important secret and that she is doomed, utterly and completely doomed. This worry can lend her words and actions with an unexpected edge of cruelty. Umara is stubborn. She is brash. She is moody. She is still trying to figure out what it means to be an almost fully developed person, to be a woman, and to be herself. Occasionally caught within a web of irrational frustration, Umara wants to be independent and chafes under rules. Even when the rules make sense, even when the rules are fair, and especially when the rules exist to protect her. Without redirection, her obvious frustration and sullenness tends to spiral into the angry shouting matches full of spiteful words. However, in the silent hours of the night when she lays awake, full of guilt and regret over her most recent outburst, Umara knows, she knows better. Caught in these moments, bitter and unwelcome clarity forces Umara to admit quietly to herself that she simply wants someone to tell her that everything will be alright. And that this time, this time, she will truly believe them. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: The World Possessing the Major Arcana known as the World, Umara is a Pyromancer, a mage specializing in fire-based magic. Fire is hers to command, conjure, and employ as she sees fit. From her hands appear hurtling bolts of fire, baleful fireballs that blossom into raging explosions, cruelly scorching rays, and imposing barriers of fire. Young and inexperienced, Umara finds that having material components tied to the magic she evokes at hand vastly increases her chances of success when slinging spells. Minor: N/A

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Combat: 1/10
"What need hath the learned magician for the profane physical implements and crude weapons of those uninitiated in the great mysteries of life?"
_{Sudro Karavastar, The Lost Lectures of the Haedrun Mages}

A reader, not a fighter, Umara is tragically unprepared for any sort of combat. She is not strong, she is not fast, and she is no more resilient than any other young woman found within the Realm. She has not trained under great knights, she wields no magical weapon passed down for generations, and she is almost completely uninterested in physical pursuits. Having long since accepted the proclamations of far older and wizened wizards concerning physical violence, Umara desperately clings to the idea that when it comes to fighting, someone else will probably do it for her. If not out of honor bound duty or professional responsibility, then at least out of pity.

Culture: 6/10
"It is said by the Izarian merchants that there are more tongues spoken by all the races of the Realm than leaves in the Masquewood Swamp. The true number matters little, something cannot come from nothing. Aware of the diversity of our Realm, the astute traveler is compelled to broaden their linguistic horizon. But what is language, if not culture molded into discrete units of speech? I say then, to understand language, you must understand culture. Knowing this, perhaps the wise among you, will also agree that to understand culture, you must finally understand the history of the Realm."
_{Gavrin Taggert, A Traveler's Guide to the Realm}

Fond of reading and driven by her intellectual pursuits, Umara is not uninformed concerning the diverse languages, cultures, and history of the many peoples scattered across the Realm. Far from a bespectacled historian, constant travels since her earliest years have nonetheless provided Umara with a wealth of personal experience from which to create a more holistic understanding of the Realm than many others might manage.

Commerce: 2/10
"What is the value of gold? Why waste breath on acquiring mountains of coin? Who cares for paltry trinkets? Can you buy knowledge with these things? No? Ah, then why should these things concern you? Why should you covet them? And why should you die for them?"
_{Master Ilira, Spiritual Reflections}

Steeped in esoteric ideas of reality, money is merely a means to Umara, a means to acquire more knowledge and base necessities unfortunately required for her continued survival. Umara takes no pleasure in collecting money. She finds no joy in counting out coins she receives for her work. And she certainly has no aspiration of dying with enough gold to fill a magnificent, priceless tomb. Certain that the pursuit of wealth is merely the quickest path to enslavement, while the pursuit of knowledge is the only way to to discover freedom, true freedom, Umara spends her money quickly and often foolishly, persuaded that her dreams demand little pragmatism. The workings of commerce, the flow of trade routes, and the value of goods across the Realm, similarly hold little interest to Umara.

Magic: 6/10
"This universe, our universe, is an awe-inspiring universe of magic. Waves and motions surround us, for there are no atoms. Here, in this place, you must discard all belief in barriers to understanding. You must put aside understanding itself. The universe cannot be seen. The universe cannot be heard. And it cannot be detected by fixed perceptions. Reality, all of existence, is the ultimate void. There is no preordained canvas upon which forms can be painted. I warn you, that here, in this place, you have only one awareness, only one way to discover the truth. You are a magi, a magician, gifted with a Major Arcana. Use it! Use your imagination! Here, you must learn what is to be human. You must be a creator of order, of beautiful shapes and systems, an organizer of chaos."
_{Arend Berend,The Collected Philosophical Works of Ossul Entarro}

To consider Umara, is to consider magic. She eats magic. She drinks magic. She sleeps magic. Though of few years compared to some, the girl-woman has nourished the seed of knowledge granted to her, cultivating a great tree of knowledge concerning the arcane arts. Skilled in the magic ascribed to the Major Arcana known as the World, Umara possesses a growing academic understanding of magic. Where some see subconscious art and willpower, Umara sees diligent study and understanding. Dedicated completely to this path, Umara strives only to learn more and to fully master her Major Arcana.

Survival: 3/10
"Wizards? Pah! They know nothing about the world or how it works! They're weak, sniveling cowards who hide in their towers and wouldn't last a day in the wilderness."
_{Timmok Thrice-Hanged, Recovered Letter}

Well acquainted with the many perils of long journeys across uninhabited and dangerous lands, Umara is keenly aware of the importance of being able to survive in the wilderness. However, beyond endeavoring and largely succeeding at not becoming an unduly burden to those she travels with, Umara is not particularly gifted when it comes to following tracks, hunting wild game, navigating frozen wastelands, identifying signs that direbears live nearby, predicting the weather, or avoiding quicksand and other natural hazards.

Karma: 5/10
"Pilgrim, answer me this. What do you despise? What fills you with unbidden loathing? What swells your heart with unrepentant violence? By this do you truly come to be known."
_{Mialee the Just, Reported Words}

Others view Umara with uncertainty, unsure of what to make of her, and undecided on how to treat her. Enigmatic, Umara does little to help resolve any lingering doubts concerning her person and at times, Umara seems almost to relish the wide berth that most people give her. Save for matters of business or the unavoidable demands forced upon her by the most base level of social etiquette, Umara keeps to herself or her close companions in public, seldom engaging freely with strangers. Yet, her appearance is peculiar and her mannerisms would generously be described as quaint. In short, she presents a person that is hard to miss or forget. Still, the wisp of a girl hardly seems to pose any great danger and many a wanderer has concluded that she is nothing more than yet another strange alchemist plying her infernal trade. In truth, it is only the ignorant and unnecessarily cruel that risk suffering the young pyromancer's ire.

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Umara

Umara Imaradi

________________________________________ Umara Imaradi 18 | Female | Human _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: Umara hails from the infamously eerie Masquewood Swamp, found deep within the easternmost reaches of the Realm controlled by Styx. ❏ CASTE: Umara is a traveling alchemist, offering her services to the strange caravans that still travel the blighted lands. For a modest price, extremely fair price, of course. ❏ AFFILIATIONS: As a professional Alchemist with a capital A, Umara is a member in good standing of the Alchemist Society. With a mind to her filial duties, she also maintains sporadic contact with her parents by way of somewhat regularly mailed letters, carefully curated to ensure that everything appears to be going more than well for her. ❏ GOALS: Umara seemingly lives only to further her understanding of the alchemical and arcane arts. Any money that remains after paying for her own basic necessities and current debts, is inevitably spent in pursuit of increasing her knowledge in these two fields. _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Alchemy: Despite her youth, Umara is a talented alchemist, capable of combining reagents to produce substances both mundane and mystical in nature. ◆ Arcane Scholar: Magic is not a mere feeling. Magic is not simply exerting one's will upon the world. Magic is a science. Magic is another gateway that must be opened and another threshold that must be crossed in order to understand the nature of the universe. Convinced that this the truth, Umara views herself as an scholar, following in the faded, often hard to discover footsteps of arcane scholars of long gone ages. In a world filled with death and decay, precious few individuals would care to challenge Umara's claims of scholarship. ◆ Analytical Mind: Umara possess a sharp, analytical mind. She is uncommonly good at logically analyzing a situation, problem, or discarded tome packed full of forbidden and terrifying knowledge that will likely threaten not only her, but the entire party. EQUIPMENT: ◆ A hooded blue cloak, adorned with embroidered celestial bodies. ◆ A turquoise dress, suitable for travel, painted shifting shades of blue and green, and decorated with small trinkets. ◆ A simple leather backpack. ◆ An old, battered book, written in a elaborate cursive that is exceedingly difficult to read. ◆ A portable alchemist's kit consisting of two glass beakers, a light metal frame for holding a beaker over a flame, a glass stirring rod, as well as a small pestle and mortar. ◆ A pouch of common alchemical ingredients, including salt, iron powder, and purified water. A waterskin currently filled with clean water. ◆ A small bottle of black ink (no more than one ounce) and an elegant metal ink pen that clearly cost a sizable sum of money to purchase. ◆ A small, battered journal, full of hastily scribbled notes and formulas. ◆ Carefully secured in her traveling pack, Umara keeps three flasks of Alchemist's Fire. A useful substance for any burgeoning alchemist to create, Alchemist's Fire is a sticky, adhesive fluid that violently ignites when exposed to air and continues to burn until the flame is extinguished.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Touched by the arcane, Umara's eyes dance with not just alertness, but burning flames that leave her eyes a forever shifting yellow-orange. Above and below her eyes, Umara paints geometric shapes, reminders of her discoveries and meaningful meditations on the nature of the Arcana. Enchanted by the ether that flows through her, Umara's hair is cast an ethereal hue of pale blue. Her skin is faded fawn, colored by the sun and time spent on the road. Middling in height, Umara has the lithe, if not athletic, then at least trim figure, of one who spends her life traveling from one settlement to another. The excess fat of too much pleasure, too much wine, and the softness associated with the hearth have had no time to leave their traces on the young woman. Unconvinced of the kindness of her fellow travelers, Umara takes care to hide unwelcome shapes brought on by a growing adulthood. She does not hide that she is a young woman, but she has learned it is best to cultivate a sense of mystery about her person and to keep her companions at arm's length. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Frequently too curious for her own good, Umara is intensely and dangerously curious when it comes to all things related to magic. Possessing the do-it-yourself education of a practicing alchemist, Umara is surprisingly well-read for a waif lost to the the allure of travel. A quick learner, gifted with a knack of careful experimentation, Umara approaches all of life with the broad minded view of an alchemical researcher. A scientist of all that binds the universe together, as it were. The young alchemist is endlessly analytical and thoughtful when it comes to magic, happily spending hours reflecting on the nature of magic and attempting to reconcile it with her understanding of the physical world. For all her many intellectual gifts, Umara is still young. She is focused only when it comes to her professional responsibilities and personal studies. Outside of alchemy or magic, she is decidedly disinterested in most things and does her best to avoid expending any serious effort. Convincing the young pyromancer that it would be good to complete the necessary chores of the road or to acquire some practical training, perhaps in how to fight, appears thus far to be an exercise in futility. A pensive creature by nature, Umara's mind frequently wanders, and left to her own devices she can often be found daydreaming or scribbling alchemical recipes in her journal. Buried beneath a studious exterior, the young woman carefully guards an inner sense of worry. A gnawing, gasping fear that she has missed some important secret and that she is doomed, utterly and completely doomed. This worry can lend Umara with an unexpected edge of cruelty to her actions and her words. She is stubborn. She is brash. She is moody. She is still trying to figure out what it means to be a person, to be a woman, and to be herself. She wants to be independent and she chafes under rules, even when they make sense, especially when they exist to protect her. She tests the patience of those around her. However, in the silent hours of the night when she lays awake, full of guilt and regret over her most recent outburst, she knows better. There remains but one aspiration, one hope, that someone will tell her that everything will be alright and that this time, this time, she will truly be able to believe them. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: The World Possessing the Major Arcana known as the World, Umara is a Pyromancer, a mage specializing in fire-based magic. Fire is hers to command, conjure, and employ as she sees fit. From her hands appear hurtling bolts of fire, baleful fireballs that blossom into raging explosions, cruelly scorching rays, and imposing barriers of fire. Young and inexperienced, Umara finds that having material components at hand tied to the magic she evokes vastly increases her success when slinging spells. Minor: N/A

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Combat: 1/10
"What need hath the magician for the profane physical implements of those uninitiated in the great mysteries of life?" - Sudro Karavastar

A reader, not a fighter, Umara is tragically unprepared for any sort of combat. She is not strong, she is not fast, and she is no more resilient than any other young woman found within the Realm. She has not trained under great knights, she wields no magical weapon passed down for generations, and she is almost completely uninterested in physical pursuits. Having long since accepted the proclamations of far older and wizened wizards concerning physical violence, Umara desperately clings to the idea that when it comes to fighting, someone else will probably do it for her. If not out of honor bound duty or professional responsibility, then at least out of pity.

Culture: 6/10
"It is said that there are more tongues spoken by the races of the Realm than leaves in the Masquewood Swamp. I do not doubt this and the astute traveler must therefore strive to broaden their linguistic horizon. But what is language, if not culture molded into units of speech? I say then, to understand language, you must understand culture. Knowing this, perhaps the wise among you, will also agree that to understand culture, you must finally understand the history of the Realm." - Gavrin

Fond of reading and driven by her intellectual pursuits, Umara is not uninformed concerning the diverse languages, cultures, and history of the many peoples scattered across the Realm. Far from a bespectacled historian, constant travels since her earliest years have afforded Umara a wealth of experience from which to draw an understanding of the Realm.

Commerce: 2/10
"What is the value of gold? Why waste breath on acquiring mountains of coin? Who cares for paltry trinkets? Can you buy knowledge with these things? No? Ah, then why should these things concern you? Why should you covet them? And why should you die for them?" - Master Ilira

Steeped in esoteric ideas of reality, money is merely a means to Umara, a means to acquire more knowledge and base necessities unfortunately required for her continued survival. Umara takes no pleasure in collecting money. She finds no joy in counting out coins she receives for her work. And she certainly has no aspiration of dying with enough gold to fill a magnificent, priceless tomb. Certain that the pursuit of wealth is merely the quickest path to enslavement, while the pursuit of knowledge is the only way to to discover freedom, true freedom, Umara spends her money quickly and often foolishly, persuaded that her dreams demand little pragmatism. The workings of commerce, the flow of trade routes, and the value of goods across the Realm, similarly hold little interest to Umara.

Magic: 6/10
"This universe, our universe, is an awe-inspiring universe of magic. Waves and motions surround us, for there are no atoms. Here, in this place, you must discard all belief in barriers to understanding. You must put aside understanding itself. The universe cannot be seen. The universe cannot be heard. And it cannot be detected by fixed perceptions. Reality, all of existence, is the ultimate void. There is no preordained canvas upon which forms can be painted. I warn you, that here, in this place, you have only one awareness, only one way to discover the truth. You are a magi, a magician, gifted with a Major Arcana. Use it! Use your imagination! Here, you must learn what is to be human. You must be a creator of order, of beautiful shapes and systems, an organizer of chaos." - Ossul the Prophet

To consider Umara, is to consider magic. She eats magic. She drinks magic. She sleeps magic. Though of few years compared to some, the girl-woman has nourished the seed of knowledge granted to her, cultivating a great tree of knowledge concerning the arcane arts. Skilled in the magic ascribed to the Major Arcana known as the World, Umara possesses a growing academic understanding of magic. Where some see subconscious art and willpower, Umara sees diligent study and understanding. Dedicated completely to this path, Umara strives only to learn more and to fully master her Major Arcana.

Survival: 3/10
"Wizards? Pah! They know nothing about the world or how it works! They're weak, sniveling cowards who hide in their towers and wouldn't last a day in the wilderness." - Timmok Thrice-Hanged

Well acquainted with the many perils of long journeys across uninhabited and dangerous lands, Umara is keenly aware of the importance of being able to survive in the wilderness. However, beyond endeavoring and largely succeeding at not becoming an unduly burden to those she travels with, Umara is not particularly gifted when it comes to following tracks, hunting wild game, navigating frozen wastelands, identifying signs that direbears live nearby, predicting the weather, or avoiding quicksand and other natural hazards.

Karma: 5/10
"What do you despise? By this are you truly known." - Mialee the Just

Others view Umara with uncertainty. She keeps to herself or her close companions, seldom engaging with strangers beyond what politeness dictates. Yet, her appearance is peculiar and she is hard to forget. Still, the wisp of a girl seems to pose little danger and many a wanderer has concluded that she is simply another strange alchemist plying her trade. Only the ignorant and unnecessarily cruel suffer her true ire.

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[j8cob]

Ansel

Ansel, the Wraith

________________________________________ Anselmet Guernier ??? | Male | Human _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: Royal Palace, Borisan Kingdom ❏ CASTE: Dangerous Spirit; King (formerly) ❏ AFFILIATIONS: Styx; Borisan Kingdom (formerly) ❏ GOALS: To destroy Hades and return control of the East to his longtime friend, Styx. _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Comedian: Not many would expect a scary, infamous spirit to be so funny but Ansel provides a uniquely cynical and sarcastic sense of humor. His dark jokes may not be suitable for children. ◆ Stealth: Being without a body makes for ample opportunities for sneaking. Untold years of haunting the mortal realm has allowed Ansel to be able to surprise even the most acute senses. ◆ Translator: Having existed for so long has made Ansel a master of nearly every language, both current and dead. ◆ A Warrior (in spirit): Though unable to make much use of these skills as a spirit he was once a powerful champion, capable with any weapon put in his hands. Perhaps he could be an excellent coach or teacher, if he felt so inclined. EQUIPMENT: ◆ Spectral clothes that are in fashion for the modern ghosts and ghouls. ◆ His sharp, often mean-spirited wit. ◆ It should be apparent by now that he doesn't actually have any equipment on him, as he is a spirit.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Though he is permanently semitransparent it is usually quite easy to distinguish his features. Ansel may not actually be dead but he sure looks like he is with his deathly pale skin. His long black hair appears both grizzled and greasy. His eyes black and piercing, haunting to stare into for too long. His stature is that of a muscular, trained man of an average height. At a glance he may appear to be a dirty, middle-aged man but only when he doesn't mind being seen... Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ In his mortal life he was a proud, self-righteous man capable of immense kindness as well as immense fury. Since his curse was awakened, however, Ansel has changed a number of times over. At first he tried to make the best of his new situation but when that failed his nature began to change. He became angry and spiteful, indignant over his fate and lashing out in any way he could to cope with his upcoming eternity. But as time dragged on even the emotional wounds of an immortal would heal. His rage turned to apathy, his spite to cynicism. He would go on to meet many people, see many lands, and he found that he simply did not care about hardly any of them. Though he has made friends over the centuries with similar immortal beings and spirits he only pays mind to mortals as a source of entertainment. He rarely kills anymore but will still frequently scare or annoy mortals purely for fun, as it remains one of the few reasons to continue existing for him. Of course he can mostly tolerate mortals when he isn't in the mood for a little haunting, but the question becomes whether they can tolerate his offensive humor and lack of conduct. What he lacks in sympathy he makes up for in comedy, though his intended audience is only himself. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: Death Ansel awakened his arcana as a grown man and was rewarded with the immediate, painful destruction of his mortal body. Ages have passed and he has had plenty of time to learn, practice, and play with his magic. He can move through objects, hover or fly at great speed, and adjust the transparency of his spirit to the point of invisibility. However his most potent and dangerous ability, and the one for which he has become known, is the ability to possess the body of a living victim. From within he can control them as if they were a body of his own, and can even glance through their memories, but he cannot manipulate the body in ways it is physically incapable of. Unable to replicate his former strength in any normal mortal, Ansel found it far easier to "fight" mortals by simply possessing them and forcing them to commit suicide. Only those of a higher caliber, of the strongest wills, can resist or repel Ansel. Minor: The Ace of Swords A potent, powerful artifact capable of striking at a soul directly. Typically eternal spirits like Ansel will never die but if they were to be struck by the sharp edge of this blade it would destroy them. Worse than death: it would remove them from existence entirely. Ansel originally collected this blade as a means to hide it from the rest of the world and ensure he could not be destroyed, but now he views it as his option to cease existing once he finally grows too tired of immortality. That being said: Ansel is not in direct possession of this blade and has not been for a very long time. Instead it is hidden, though he was the one who hid it himself so he knows where to find it (as long as nobody else managed to find it, that is).

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Combat: ••••••••
Though it is now ancient history, Ansel was once a powerful warrior-king. He had decades of experience in combat against foes both mighty and many before he lost his mortal body. Though unable to fight in a traditional way those skills still remain.
Culture: •••••••
Though generally apathetic and sometimes a menace, traveling the world over the course of many lifetimes is a good way to learn about the world and its people. But, much like his combat ability, there aren't many outlets for him to express his knowledge due to being a feared wraith.
Commerce: •
With no need to eat, sleep, or otherwise purchase goods or services there has been no incentive for Ansel to even memorize the price of bread, let alone care about anything else economic. He's so detached from commerce, as a concept, that he doesn't even need to steal since he doesn't need anything.
Magic: ••••••
His ability to manipulate his own spirit and any bodies he possesses make for some powerful magic in its own right, but the scope of his capabilities is limited to just that. He has had plenty of time to understand what he is capable of, and what he isn't capable of.
Survival: •
Much like how he has no need for commercial knowledge he has very little need for survival knowledge. He is at no risk to his life, if you could call it that, at any given time as it is. There is no threat the natural world can throw at Ansel, nor any boon it can give him, thus he cares not for the natural world.
Karma: •
While mostly apathetic in the modern age there were many years that Ansel spent terrorizing both the wicked and innocent. First out of anger, then out of boredom he would torment, terrify, and even kill his unsuspecting victims. The karmic justice he receives is not death but the lack thereof, to never feel the sweet embrace of his many lost loved ones in an afterlife too good for him. What good deeds he had accomplished in life have long been lost to time and only his sins he has made in his un-life remain.

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[Theyra]

Aelia Arrianus

Aelia Arrianus

________________________________________ Aelia Arrianus 76 | Female | Dark Elf(Elf) _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: City of Evermoor, Isle of Alista ❏ CASTE: Noble ❏ AFFILIATIONS: House Arrianus ❏ GOALS: To claim her birthright as Archon of Alista and get revenge on her half-brother Lyklor _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Axesmanship ◆ Agile ◆ Sailor EQUIPMENT: ◆ Elvish Axe bearing the sigils of her parents' houses. ◆ Cloak ◆ Necklace that contains a picture of her family

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Standing at 6'1 and having a muscular build. Having white hair common to a dark elf. Despite her current appearance as a common woman and wearing clothes belonging to a commoner. Along with a common cloak, only how she carries herself, dignified and proud, shows her true upbringing. And her elvish axe that is finely decorated and bears the marks of his parents' houses. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Despite her noble upbringing and she can act like a proud noble. Aelia can at times engage in commoner behavior like drinking people under the table or some friendly sparring. Still, she has her limits as she is not one to attack unprovoked or cause needless conflict. At times helping those that she finds on their travels and does not speak of her past to strangers. Only to those, she trusts, and she cares about family and is protective of those she cares about. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: The Lovers Aelia, as it is her magic, is useless without her other half. With her not knowing what she and her partner are really capable of when in sync with each other. This has not stopped Aelia from experimenting with what she can do without her partner. Which she is only capable of making small lights that she uses mainly to guide her path at night or in dark places. Minor: N/A

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Combat: •••••• Culture: •••• Commerce: •••• Magic: ••• Survival: •• Karma: •••••

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[Haha]

Ansel

Ansel, the Wraith

________________________________________ Anselmet Guernier ??? | Male | Human _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: Royal Palace, Borisan Kingdom ❏ CASTE: Dangerous Spirit; King (formerly) ❏ AFFILIATIONS: Styx; Borisan Kingdom (formerly) ❏ GOALS: To destroy Hades and return control of the East to his longtime friend, Styx. _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Comedian: Not many would expect a scary, infamous spirit to be so funny but Ansel provides a uniquely cynical and sarcastic sense of humor. His dark jokes may not be suitable for children. ◆ Stealth: Being without a body makes for ample opportunities for sneaking. Untold years of haunting the mortal realm has allowed Ansel to be able to surprise even the most acute senses. ◆ Translator: Having existed for so long has made Ansel a master of nearly every language, both current and dead. ◆ A Warrior (in spirit): Though unable to make much use of these skills as a spirit he was once a powerful champion, capable with any weapon put in his hands. Perhaps he could be an excellent coach or teacher, if he felt so inclined. EQUIPMENT: ◆ Spectral clothes that are in fashion for the modern ghosts and ghouls. ◆ His sharp, often mean-spirited wit. ◆ It should be apparent by now that he doesn't actually have any equipment on him, as he is a spirit.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Though he is permanently semitransparent it is usually quite easy to distinguish his features. Ansel may not actually be dead but he sure looks like he is with his deathly pale skin. His long black hair appears both grizzled and greasy. His eyes black and piercing, haunting to stare into for too long. His stature is that of a muscular, trained man of an average height. At a glance he may appear to be a dirty, middle-aged man but only when he doesn't mind being seen... Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ In his mortal life he was a proud, self-righteous man capable of immense kindness as well as immense fury. Since his curse was awakened, however, Ansel has changed a number of times over. At first he tried to make the best of his new situation but when that failed his nature began to change. He became angry and spiteful, indignant over his fate and lashing out in any way he could to cope with his upcoming eternity. But as time dragged on even the emotional wounds of an immortal would heal. His rage turned to apathy, his spite to cynicism. He would go on to meet many people, see many lands, and he found that he simply did not care about hardly any of them. Though he has made friends over the centuries with similar immortal beings and spirits he only pays mind to mortals as a source of entertainment. He rarely kills anymore but will still frequently scare or annoy mortals purely for fun, as it remains one of the few reasons to continue existing for him. Of course he can mostly tolerate mortals when he isn't in the mood for a little haunting, but the question becomes whether they can tolerate his offensive humor and lack of conduct. What he lacks in sympathy he makes up for in comedy, though his intended audience is only himself. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: Death Ansel awakened his arcana as a grown man and was rewarded with the immediate, painful destruction of his mortal body. Ages have passed and he has had plenty of time to learn, practice, and play with his magic. He can move through objects, hover or fly at great speed, and adjust the transparency of his spirit to the point of invisibility. However his most potent and dangerous ability, and the one for which he has become known, is the ability to possess the body of a living victim. From within he can control them as if they were a body of his own, and can even glance through their memories, but he cannot manipulate the body in ways it is physically incapable of. Unable to replicate his former strength in any normal mortal, Ansel found it far easier to "fight" mortals by simply possessing them and forcing them to commit suicide. Only those of a higher caliber, of the strongest wills, can resist or repel Ansel. Minor: The Ace of Swords A potent, powerful artifact capable of striking at a soul directly. Typically eternal spirits like Ansel will never die but if they were to be struck by the sharp edge of this blade it would destroy them. Worse than death: it would remove them from existence entirely. Ansel originally collected this blade as a means to hide it from the rest of the world and ensure he could not be destroyed, but now he views it as his option to cease existing once he finally grows too tired of immortality. That being said: Ansel is not in direct possession of this blade and has not been for a very long time. Instead it is hidden, though he was the one who hid it himself so he knows where to find it (as long as nobody else managed to find it, that is).

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Combat: ••••••••
Though it is now ancient history, Ansel was once a powerful warrior-king. He had decades of experience in combat against foes both mighty and many before he lost his mortal body. Though unable to fight in a traditional way those skills still remain.
Culture: •••••••
Though generally apathetic and sometimes a menace, traveling the world over the course of many lifetimes is a good way to learn about the world and its people. But, much like his combat ability, there aren't many outlets for him to express his knowledge due to being a feared wraith.
Commerce: •
With no need to eat, sleep, or otherwise purchase goods or services there has been no incentive for Ansel to even memorize the price of bread, let alone care about anything else economic. He's so detached from commerce, as a concept, that he doesn't even need to steal since he doesn't need anything.
Magic: ••••••
His ability to manipulate his own spirit and any bodies he possesses make for some powerful magic in its own right, but the scope of his capabilities is limited to just that. He has had plenty of time to understand what he is capable of, and what he isn't capable of.
Survival: •
Much like how he has no need for commercial knowledge he has very little need for survival knowledge. He is at no risk to his life, if you could call it that, at any given time as it is. There is no threat the natural world can throw at Ansel, nor any boon it can give him, thus he cares not for the natural world.
Karma: •
While mostly apathetic in the modern age there were many years that Ansel spent terrorizing both the wicked and innocent. First out of anger, then out of boredom he would torment, terrify, and even kill his unsuspecting victims. The karmic justice he receives is not death but the lack thereof, to never feel the sweet embrace of his many lost loved ones in an afterlife too good for him. What good deeds he had accomplished in life have long been lost to time and only his sins he has made in his un-life remain.

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@j8cob

Good thing you are a ghost with that karma.
Love the concept, and I would like some PMs about his less upfront details.
Stats are good, NPC target #1 for scams when they get the chance to interact.
You can throw him on the boat dad.

Aelia Arrianus

Aelia Arrianus

________________________________________ Aelia Arrianus 76 | Male | Dark Elf(Elf) _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: City of Evermoor, Isle of Alista ❏ CASTE: Noble ❏ AFFILIATIONS: House Arrianus ❏ GOALS: To claim her birthright as Archon of Alista and get revenge on her half-brother Lyklor _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Axesmanship ◆ Agile ◆ Sailor EQUIPMENT: ◆ Elvish Axe bearing the sigils of her parents' houses. ◆ Cloak ◆ Necklace that contains a picture of her family

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Standing at 6'1 and having a muscular build. Having white hair common to a dark elf. Despite her current appearance as a common woman and wearing clothes belonging to a commoner. Along with a common cloak, only how she carries herself, dignified and proud, shows her true upbringing. And her elvish axe that is finely decorated and bears the marks of his parents' houses. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Despite her noble upbringing and she can act like a proud noble. Aelia can at times engage in commoner behavior like drinking people under the table or some friendly sparring. Still, she has her limits as she is not one to attack unprovoked or cause needless conflict. At times helping those that she finds on their travels and does not speak of her past to strangers. Only to those, she trusts, and she cares about family and is protective of those she cares about. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: The Lovers Aelia, as it is her magic, is useless without her other half. With her not knowing what she and her partner are really capable of when in sync with each other. This has not stopped Aelia from experimenting with what she can do without her partner. Which she is only capable of making small lights that she uses mainly to guide her path at night or in dark places. Minor: N/A

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Combat: •••••••• Culture: •••• Commerce: •••• Magic: ••••• Survival: •• Karma: •••••

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@Theyra

We love Drow, everything here looks good other than the stat allowance.
Once thats adjusted, we’re ready to go.

[Jeddaven]

Hey! If you're still taking people, I'm interested, though I'm admittedly having some trouble with the stats, Karma in particular. Does low Karma directly translate to being *evil*, or is it more about your relationship with polite society? I.e. can someone have low karma and still be a morally good person?

I had an idea for a magic warrior-monk, or a very socially reclusive warrior-druidess. Was also wondering what survival is, since I didn't see it in the OP.

[Haha]

Karma dictates how others perceive you before you’ve even spoke to them.
High karma means you pass the vibe check, low karma means they’re immediately suspicious.

[Infinite Cosmos]

Hello! Is there still room?