[CHAR] Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

[Fallenreaper]

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Fallenreaper: Mar- Vitamancy: Intermediate & Khan Jevarath-Demonomancy: Mastered & Lyn-Herbamancy: Novice _*
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This is a link for those PCs that have been dropped/been removed as a Memorial. It was created because it provide a list to look and remember then just utter oblivion, even if I think Crossark becomes too attached far too easily. *GM tease*

Apokalipse: Cosima Crestbloom-Aeromancy: Novice
Asura: Warwick Blight-Demonomancy: Novice
Crossark: Cynn Ellime-Geomancy: Novice
Death Count: Gadd Skorne "The Little Bad Finger"-Geomancy: Novice
Sunderedecho: Auriel Lavai - Pyromancy: Intermediate
Enalais: Korgal Vorinclex-Cyromancy: Novice
Frettzo: Coco Bean- Electromancy: Novice & Liam, Firstborn of Lon-Herbamancy: Novice
louie221: Louie 'Pitch' Black-Necromancy: Novice
MusesFallFirst: Aeripthyx "Pyx" Felisa -Aeromancy: Novice & Pylia Keltafer-Vitamancy: Novice
Pyromania99: Lyris-Aeromancy: Novice
Sep: Arcadius- Rune: Novice
The Survivor: Enzius Zarbath- Cryomancy: Novice
Torack: Eirenver Distonyé - Noxomancy: Novice
Toxic Diamond: Aruna Mortista-Noxomancy: Novice
Archangel: Nhane Freyanon-Necromancy: Novice
Witchchild: Lord Haklo Thalen Desol-Psychomancy:Novice
Ultimate523: Gorik Zornoth - Pyromancy: Novice
yoshua171: Arkaeis Zraimat-Chantment: Novice
sunderedecho: Xyden-Hydromancy: Novice & Ponders-Geomancy: Novice
Sento300: Lira-Electromancy: Novice
Leon5431: Deven Zori-Pyromancy: Novice & Jenna Fellrein- Vitamancy: Novice
EthTensi: Sinys Erweinoc Luf'firio-Aeromancy: Novice

[Fallenreaper]

UserName: Fallenreaper

Character name: Mar, her full name is Marya and only used by her race.

Age: 260, but 26 in appearance.

Mageblood type: Lux

Favoured Magic Class: Vitamancy

Previous Magic training: Novice_*

Race: Desert Naga

Appearance:



Mar is built like other Naga females, her upper half from head to below her navel is human while the pelvis and below melts into a snake tail. When at ease, her height is around 5’7” though with provocation she can rear up to 7’ high and tail curls underneath her, tense and poised to lash out. Most of her unique features are centered on her human torso. Her hair a light brown and have a wavy appear to it, often pulled back into a ponytail by a bone clip but when it’s loose, the hair ends just below her shoulders. Eyes deep and serious, their warmth slightly lingering under the depths, are colored a rich brown. The pupils are able to dilate between slits or completely engulfing her eyes, turning them completely black.

Her skin is white and rosy by the slight color flooding her surface. Scales appear along her shoulders, starting large at the top and shrink in size along her arm to end about her elbow. The flesh closer to the navel has a tint of desert brown that trails into a deeper color, melting into the tail of a rattle snake without the rattle. There are diamond pattern markings along the top which follow the tail to the tip. On the scales are faded crisscross scars from dangers and battle in her duties, but the most vivid one is where the dagger had sliced into chest and barely missed her heart. Time to time it still hurts.

Short Bio:

Mar was born as all Naga were. Her early memories- faded now- was in the Eastern territory of Mesa Gaan, a Naga city within Matash in Yarsomere region, and mostly in darkness from a hole in the desert landscape. She was born among a small family of five siblings as like her siblings, the moment her eyes opened she felt an immediate pull towards the first thing that caught her sight: Her mother, Vynir. For twenty years, most of her world was made of her mother, siblings, and her, deep within the burrow’s sandy and dark place. It was also during that time she learned the outside was dangerous when one of her siblings, a sister, had been snatched by a desert lizard’s head seeking an easy meal during her mother’s absence.

It was when she was 63, her appearance looked like a young six going on seven year old girl, her hands had wrapped about her mother’s sickle before she started to lift it up. Her muscles still too weak, Mar was taught by her mother alongside her remaining siblings to craft crude weapons suited for their small hands as well as fighting basics to hunt with and defend themselves. Over the years that ended her childhood, Mar watched her siblings fall to the dangers of the desert, learning from their mistakes and ensuring her own survival. Still feeling attachment to her mother, Lyamis, her remaining brother, and her remained about Vynir until they turned 130. It was then she was able to survive on her own and with it, her need for independence kicked in. Over the following ten years, their mother and even her brother seemed to be less and less apart of her life. Occasionally she would cross paths with Lyamis from time to time in her hunts, but it would be months at a time when she saw her mother. 148 years, their mother gathered both her children, driven by an innate instinct, then introduced them to Mesa Gaan, the Naga city and Vynir’s home. Among her family was six other surviving Naga that had joined up with their migration and it was there, they were sorted into one of two castes: Hunter or Crafter.

After examining her crudely made sickle, Mar became a huntress alongside Lyamis. She learned to exist among other Naga and the duties that came with being a huntress, from protecting the tribe in the watch stations to one of the few willing to guard the Ravine entrance deep underground that Mesa Gaan had once been part of. It was task few chose willing, but it was Mar that seemed to enjoy each time her turn came and often wandered Ravine’s passages and tunnels. Sometimes bring back meat, a strange carcass, and more from deeper parts when she hunted in small groups, her brother among them so often, until her 220th birthday.

This was the year she was chosen to be a Matriarch Tyro, a strictly female position, and was starting to learn a new level of responsibility. It was sudden and unexpected as Matriarch Amaryllis had announced the selection just a year after a most promising Tyro had passed in the Ravine, Mar among those on guard duty and the very Naga to end the Tyro’s life when the female had entered Malice. It was also the same event that sent a Naga party deep into the Ravine. There was little hope those lost would return until that very day, when they arrived with a strange slivery skinned biped: an Orc or demon named Karnage. Years passed in Amaryllis’s teachings and Karnage’s escort within Mesa Gaan, spending equal time in Karnage’s company as she did the three castes while they developed a connection of sort. It was a deep respect for each other’s skill and unique ability; eventually Mar stopped seeing her duty as a chore and more akin to a daily habit. Besides tending to Karnage, due to Amaryllis’s wishes, there was a subtle animosity between her and her fellow Tyro, Amaryllis’s oldest Ellys, which had slowly grown Mar’s since her acceptance into the caste.

Mar didn’t know just how far that hate would go in the end or how the effects would’ve changed her life forever. After turning 260, Mar and a male Naga were on duty just outside the Station north of Mesa Gaan’s territory when he suddenly attacked her. His coils wrapped about her causing Mar’s nature to fight back. Mar’s first impression was that the male was attempting to force himself upon her, but that was far from the truth when pain erupted from her chest. It dug in, barely missed her heart, and made her pinned coils fight harder. He had a bone dagger and fully intended to kill her! Fear, a sudden and unexpected emotion, washed over her causing her to take hold of the male’s head back. Tingles rushed up her fingers and disappeared into his skin, her fingers took a fistful of his hair. Her mageblood activated. Witnessed by several Naga that had timed their arrival to relieve them perfectly, the male Naga’s eyes bled and face contorted into an agonized expression, his skull crumbled in upon it and killed him instantly. Once the body was limply discarded off, her body crumbled to the ground, weakened by the effort spent. Mar was soon surrounded by wary spears pointed at her throat. Finally pulling the blade and discarded it from her chest, she was herded slowly to Mesa Gaan where she was placed on trial by the 3 matriarchs.

It was clear during the trial, Ellys’s hidden hatred and spite came out in persuasion to banish Mar completely. It wasn’t until Karnage requested to talk with the Matriarchs and offer another solution: He offered to lead Mar to Twilight College. Amaryllis, the eldest and most respected of the three, seemed relieved at this. Not soon after had Mar and Karnage departed, their back upon Mesa Gaan and loaded down with his goods, towards the College. It was at the end of the Summer Solstice when they arrived at the College Gates just hours before the new flood of students would be arriving shortly. The idea made Mar uncomfortable, mainly since Karnage was chiefly the only biped she had something closer than brief acknowledge towards. Naturally while Karnage was settling in, she decided to explore the area outside the gates.

Good Attributes:

Most her strength lies in her coils. Once constricted about, they are able to crush bone into dust by grinding them within her tail’s grip. However, solid objects like rocks, trees, etc. can withstand to the intense pressure and some larger races, like Orc and Esyire, with some time can break out of it. When stationary, the tail allows for surprising balance due to the wide stand it provides even during small tremors. It allows for her to lash quickly and retreat, much like a cobra even if appears to be cumbersome.

Naga have an extra sense and heighten ability in one of the five original. The first is the ability to sense heat thanks to two nearly invisible heat pits lay near the eyes on the nose bridge, allowing her to see a variety of heat signatures in the surroundings. Being part snake she can also taste scents in the air keener then a dog’s nose, simply by flicking out her serpent tongue.

Having a slightly different natural body temperature then a human but higher than a snake’s cold blooded type, Mar is able to tolerate hotter climates without breaking a sweat. In fact she’s rather comfortable in them and enjoys basking in the hot air when she can. It could also be due to the fact her kin doesn’t wear clothing and often go bear skin, seeing little problem with it.

Like most desert Naga, Mar has venom pouches in the room of her mouth and edge down into two longer fangs that replace her canines when they emerge. When completely retracted they look like two normal teeth. Immune to the effects from it, the venom isn’t poisonous or deadly as it is a numbing and paralyzing agent which can last up to several hours before fading away depending on often a victim is exposed to it. Some creatures, after being attacked, can develop immunity to it over time. More of a defensive trait, the liquid is rather potent and stored in low amount within her body. Once she ‘spits’ it into a victim’s eyes, her body takes several hours (6-12 ) to once more replenish its store making it a once shot deal.

Bad Attributes:

Naga have limited mobility, due to not having legs, which is a great weakness. Cliffs are her main problem. Unless there are rocky trails or wide paths to travel upon, the steep rock face lacks the sturdy ground for which her belly scale are made to grip. This makes it impossible to just climb vertically up the rock face and down the other side since her upper half would have to likely bare the weight of the climb and their arms aren’t built for that.

Her human part is a key vulnerability and almost as vulnerable as normal humans. It’s susceptible to blazing fire, sharp or blunt weapons, and more. The snake part is more durable to damage able to withstand it like leather armor, but with enough force or sharp enough can break though the tough hide.

Though being able to see the world in heat and smell, these senses are easily confused and limited in the message they deliver. Cold blooded creatures, places that emit vast amounts of heat or simply blocking heat signatures would make her sense useless in the end. Strong smells like sulfur and harsh perfumes would cause an unpleasant reaction, too strong to tolerate forcing her tongue to remain in. Another limitation is Mar would have to continually flick her tongue in and out for an updated data for the scent.

Though she can survive well in hot climates, Mar’s low heat makes colder climate difficult to bare. Often she is bundled in layers upon layers of thick, warm fur just to retain body heat. This also means she’s not a big fan of cold inducing magic. Naturally Cryomancers make her edgy in their presence, their ability able to hinder, sending her into hibernation, or possibly even kill her if not careful with how long she’s exposed to it.

Like most female Desert Naga, unless they prove themselves otherwise, Mar has a low expectation of males. This reaction is just as strong to other race males as well as is to her species making more of a learned trait. She doesn’t go out of her way to insult or degrade them, though her actions and gestures wouldn’t hide her true thoughts, but rather not entrust anything important or critical to a male who had yet to prove he is capable. At best times she just seems like a bitch while at worse, Mar might seems she has an air of nobility against those around her. Only time will tell if this habit will fade or not.

Secret Word: Rebirth

_{*: Farther education/activities since student at the college}

activities

This should make you happy Lucius.

• Normal Classes: Every day and basic lessons, including any additional and volunteer tutoring.
• Lidda's Vitamancy Basics: Offensive
  
  • (1-2 times a week)Night Classes: Shape shifting
• Other activities: Activities outside normal activities
• Tyrael's Monster Hunting

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[Fallenreaper]

UserName: Fallenreaper

Character name: Khan Avrea Jevarath

Age: 98

Mageblood type: Obligatio

Favoured Magic Class: Demonomancy

Previous Magic training: Scorched Lands, Djarkel

Race: Eysire

Appearance:



Like the image only with large wings in back, peering from his armor.

An 8 ft tall Eysire, his scales reflect his blood, Demonomancy, with bright red coloring and large wings. A genetic birth defect one eye is green and the other is brown, under stern looking features that give him a fierce and intense look when he frowns. At the back of his head is a black ponytail braided, streaked with red, coming down to his shoulder blades. He rather wear a tunic then a suit of armor since he rarely engages into too much combat, though when wondering he wears a breast plate and light armor crafted from the Scorched Land’s craftsmen within his home city: Felldor. Upon his lithe, sinew body are five distinct scars upon five areas of his body. Each one claims a place related to the demon that engraved it, one on chest, left arm, leg thigh, right wing and right palm. All the scars are recognized as a runic symbol, artfully applied and about the size of a human palm. They are seemingly self-mutilated and crude at first glance, created to bind the demons in a special way. Those Runes are unable to be erased though healing means as they are forever a permanent part of the Esyire and his soul, going beyond just the flesh.

Zaad

Gender:♂

Rune Location: on his right palm



Brief:

Though neither Zaad nor Khan knows this demon’s history, one thing is very clear: Zaad was used to being in charge in his previous life. He’s cocky and overconfident in his abilities, even in suit form, that he can sound full of himself at times. Seeming the most harmless of the group, he loves to be lazy and enjoys riling up others up when he discovers he can. However, like the rest of Khan’s demons, he’s loyal when the Boss says stop even if he listens with a whine.

Abilities:

• Shape shifting: Zaad can shift his form easily since he’s made in essence from black sand. He’s able to flatten out his shape and morphing in shadows to objects, even enabling his form to be heated and shattered before reforming back into his original shape. This might not hurt him but it does cause pain and time to reform once more. He prefers to alternate between a knife and a strange device he called his ‘Iron’ for his own weapons.
• Armor: He prefers his more humanoid form to fight in but when the situation gets tough then Zaad takes a different method: seeking a little help. His most powerful form is when he shifts around one of Khan’s allies, becoming like a living breathing suit of armor. In this form and mode, he’s able to take the damage sparing the host inside from being killed. Though he has no manual control over his host, Zaad can speak easily his mind to them which sometimes can be rather helpful or just a pain depending on how shitty the situation has gotten. The suit always has a unique appearance for each user with weapons that match their knowledge and abilities while still being light and mobile.
• Static: Zaad can filter out around a room by entering its walls though shadows or cracks. Doing this he can make it impossible for ears droppers, either through sound proofing or by creating annoying static sounds that can jumble noise filtered to the outside.
• Shadow Travel: He can use the shadows to hide in, travel or ears drop on conversations.
• Flight: Zaad’s mobility is to hover over the ground, reaching at least 1-3 stories high max.

Orleah

Gender:♀

Rune Location: Inner left thigh



Brief:

Olreah is the only female demon among them and Khan’s most trouble controlling, thanks to personality clashes. She loves to flirt with any male and the more bluntly with any male who doesn’t return her affection by pouring on her ‘charms’ harder. Unable, due to her vanity, to see past the fact she’s not as desirable as she believe, she outright ignores anyone telling her otherwise. She can’t help it the world is jealous.

Abilities:

• Lithe: Among the others, she’s the most quick, flexible and agile with her limbs providing long reach.
• Claws: Olreah is able to cut through Iron strength metal like a knife through butter yet higher strength often send her claws retracting back, unable to tear through and damage it beyond a scratch.
• Slice n’ Dice n’ Multiple: Each time one of Olreah’s limb is cut from her form; it grows and sprouts into a smaller version of herself up to 10 times max. However this has a cost. Each copy’s strength is depending on how many copies have been made and the more there are, then the weaker her copies are against blows. After ten, the copy is the smallest (about 1/10th her size) and easily killed in a few quick blows. Olreah, once near it, can recall a copy back into her body by swallowing it, enabling her to renew her strength and become whole again.
• Long Distance Scream: She has one long distance attack, a banshee like scream. The pitch is able to reach high, ear splitting levels and depending on the closeness, can cripple, disorient or possibly kill anyone within range of 5 feet. While gathering breath she’s unable to attack, forcing her to dodge or redirect an assault that any score across her body could disrupt her focus and breaking the breath before it can be released.

Heus

Gender:♂

Location of Rune:Left Arm



Brief:

Heus is an elemental demon said to have been summoned topside by some lacking demon sob and it seems the large brute prefers it above. He’s been running rampant among small villages and towns until Khan managed to beat him, then binding him to the Esyire. He is a force of nature to be wrecking with, despite his shortcomings.

Abilities list:

• Immortal Strength: Heus is among one of the strongest demons from the Inferno, thanks to his first life, but at the cost of three things. His speed, accuracy and intelligence have diminished over the vast time in the Inferno. This makes him more a powerhouse that functions back in one place then darting from one to others, his attacks sometimes risked falling short of their mark against far quicker and smaller foes. The most frustrating trait is his lower intelligence because it makes his ability to multitask more than one command, and understand beyond four word sentences very limiting when creativity is required. Due to his large mass, Heus of all the demons takes the heaviest toll on Khan’s soul so it’s often in the dire emergencies he would resort to summoning him.
• Dual Elements: The demon’s able to use two elements at a time; predetermined before/at the battle start. He is unable to switch them out for rest of the fight and so any weaknesses or strengths are present upon his form, an advantage or down fall if Khan is careless about his selection.

Upsah

Gender:♂

Location of Rune: Right, outside wing



Brief:

Upsah is a winged creature of rot and slow death, a tormentor in his previous life he still remembers his long list of victims and cherishes each one in his own vile way. His cruelty is visible in his wick personality and putrid body, finding little problem in cutting his allies verbally as well as his enemies physically. His language can be foul as his appearance forcing Khan to have Upsah curb his choice of words. This demon distinctly finds faults with all females, including Olreah, seeing them to be foul and untrusting creatures born from the Inferno itself.

Abilities:

• Flight: Able to fly and likely carry one of light size with him, if they can stand the rotting smell.
• Decaying Touch: Upsah has decay magic in his claws, time being a factor to the damage receive. A simple slash merely a painful wound, infected and dangerous if left untreated. Longer impalement for a much longer period of time can lead to certain death, the decay able to spread through the veins and rot his victim inside out.
• Illusion Breath: Able to create a smoke that plays off the fears of those affected within a wide area. It attempts to prevent its victim from fighting back by sending them in complete terror. However it’s merely an illusion, without any solid matter or ability to inflict damage upon the target so any willing to look beyond their panic state can easily lift the smoke from their eyes. However this is harder to do then it sounds.

Rathel

Gender:♂

Location of Rune: Demon five, on his chest near the heart



Brief:

A soul of a great master Herbamancer, Rathel can control plants and herbs easily. He fell to corruption and now is a demon with a series of abilities tied to his previous life and others developed by his new form. Unlike most demons, Rathel hasn’t average five senses that make up human perception of the world instead seeing the world in vibrations, heat, motion and light detection. He is also one of the demons that completely remembers his past and chose to be bound to Khan, the creature taken on aspect of his former life and is highly respected by Khan who is ignorant of the demon’s deepest regrets.

Abilities list:

• Different view of the world: Rathel can see the world in a slightly different way than most humanoids, in a much simpler way like plants. Placing them together creates a basic, image that seems to be viewed through a noise filter of grey shades. Each sense is assigned to part of his body, damage or harm to that area can affect his image and completely rob him of it.
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  • Hands and feet: extremely sensitive, they can sense even the tiniest vibration within the earth’s crust, stretching a far range of up to 15 yards. The farther the distance, the harder it is to determine the weight and other stats given by this sense accurately.
  • Venus flytrap like appendage: when opened it can sense aroma and scents from any living creature, adding farther clues to the image in front of him. Unlike humans or some living creatures, Rathel has the highest number of scents within his memory and recall them after sampling to aid in his piecing together. He can also understand aroma patterns given by plant, enabling him to tell when a flower will bloom, is dying, or other such factors.
  • Skin: The outside might be hard and tough, but it’s got little fine hairs all over it that senses air within several yards. Any shift or change in the air around will be immediately sense and from the air placement, Rathel can roughly judge the shape and size of an object.
  • Eyes: This is the only trait that is like other living creatures, though it is a bit different, he can see the world in a sort of black and white coloring. Sensing the light that is absorbed or bouncing off objects, he add the other information gather by his sense to add to the visual sense.
• Herbamancy: Able to perform a near mastery of plants, Rathel can bend and twist plants to his will. There is a downside to this. He’s limited to the plants within the local area and is unable to immediately change the plant type, his skills rusty and limited to what a herbamancer master could do in some aspects.
• Acid Stream: The acid stream he can produce is short and brief, taking time to rebuild in his gut before he can use it again. (IC 5-7 posts)
• Quill Shot: His quills can be shot from his back, while not accurately they move fast and the only warning is he shakes his body causing the hollow points to rattle. Only when shot are these hollow points filled with a plant like enzyme which releases when taken out, the toxin able to numb/paralyzing depending on how large the target is for up to an hour. Unfortunately when released, they leave his one soft spot in his hard to penetrate shell open for any penetration of a blade and risk him being brought to his knees easily.
• Outer Shell: His outside is very dense and resistant to physical attacks from both weapons and fists. Unable to be manipulated by magic, it can be weakened by two key types: Fire and Ice. Where these elements touch and sink in, his shell turns a sickening black like necrosis making the defenses vulnerable to physical attack.

Bio:

Twin boys were rare occurrences for Esyires and so it was little surprise at the pride that filled both Thais and Yuna Jevarath when their first sons were born. Khan was the first out of his egg followed by a smaller Riddic and from that day forth they were inseparable as children. Thais, their father, was the High Chieftain’s cousin and a demonomancer among the court of Felldor which placed Khan’s whole family under the alliance of the High Chieftain. Khan’s childhood was mostly spent within the black stone walls and alley ways among the beautiful Esyire city, farther enriched when his brother often joined in his adventures. Riddic aided in his hunger for knowledge and seemed follow the older twin around like a puppy to a well-liked owner. In time they both took the rite of passage for all Esyire in their late teens, determined to explore the Scorch lands and prove their worth to their kin. It was a tradition in Felldor that served two purposes: to bring out their mageblood and test their merit to survive.

It just around the boy’s 15th birthday when both boys had just camped upon what Khan assumed was a stable rock piece after a long day traveling. Unknown to him or his brother, plates underneath them had shifted causing the world around them to tremble and shift violently. A large cracked appeared, the land underneath Riddic gave way, his attention distracted and unable to fly away before he tumbled into the seemingly endless gorge the quake had created. For a moment, Khan’s heart sank when Riddic’s grip was lost and he disappeared from sight! Unable to move he stood there frozen with fear. It was then, his brother’s voice crept into his head and called out to him. His brother’s mage blood was Psychomancy. Khan followed the directions towards where his brother was, sprawled out on a ledge, and begging for help. All Khan could remembered was holding out his hand to his brother and wishing for help as the veil around his hand was weakened. In his pure luck a small demon appeared. It edged to Riddic and started to pull smaller Esyire from the ledge, reaching where he was standing. That’s when his father, who had witnessed everything, arrived. Drawn by Khan’s demon summoning, he had never seen his father beam then when he had watched Khan’s first summoning. With a finger snap, Thais banished Khan’s first summoning back to the Inferno easily.

Both boys were returned to Fellldor and back into the arms of their Psychomancer mother, one who kissed and coddled them after hearing about their experience. Now there was a choice to be had: to either send Khan and Riddic away to Twilight College immediately or learn under the parents. It wasn’t until the pros and cons had been weighed that in agreement with the boys, they felt the later was best. For the next six years, Khan’s lessons were hard and relentless. It tested his body, mind, and soul, all of them left aching after the sun had went down. It wasn’t until couple of years later when his brother had displayed signs of ill that they had begun to drift apart. It had no known name but the effects were harsh as the younger Esyire’s mageblood was blocked and then faded, leaving him with nothing outside memories of what it was like to read minds.

Feeling helpless during Riddic’s recovery, Khan did the only thing he could and poured over book after book to seek a reversing cure. Any glimmer that had given Khan a small hope turned to ashes upon learning it had been tried and failed. In time Riddic had come to terms with his lacking mage blood and moved to Ironstead where he sought somewhere he wouldn’t be reminded about his lacking traits. The absence had left a hole in Khan’s heart which drove him steadily onwards. He journeyed across Tiien in search of a Leper. After 4 years, he finally located the man deep in the marshlands between the Orc Holds. The hermit, Orlando, turned out to be a fellow demonomancer who had discovered a unique way of binding demons using runes. Orlando theorized that one demon in the Inferno might have the cure to his brother’s aliment. In exchange for the information, the dying man taught him how to complete a ritual with one condition: the Esyire had to kill him afterwards. Khan grimly agreed.

It took 2 more years but Khan finally preformed his first ritual, driven on by his brother’s latest visit and the younger Esyire’s sober mood. The first demon Khan summoned was a powerful familiar level. The creature easily defeated him due to his lacking skills and experience. However, instead of killing him, this demon made an odd choice: he asked Khan why he was carelessly summoning demons. Having nothing to lose, Khan told him as the strange demon listened, a time spent in digesting the story before the demon decided to willingly bind himself to Khan. Surprised, the Esyire named him Rathel. That seemed like a life time ago. He was only 30 at the time and the thirteen years passed in a blink of an eye, each new demon challenged and bound during his researching for a certain demon. This was when he arrived at the Twilight College. A very young and still green demonomancer, Khan truly had little idea what he would get himself into until it was too late. The two years spent preparing before this moment were a waste in the end.

Something went wrong during the ritual causing the Twilight’s Archmage and previous demonomancer teacher to be summoned and interfere. They managed to save most of the Esyire, the young demonomancer hauled out in a broken and near death state. The events that transpired were unknown to anyone but Khan and those involved in an attempt to keep panic in check. It took two years from his life before Khan woke up in the medical wing. It was the crippled demonomancer, damaged during his attempt to hold off the creature that attempted to devour Khan, which greeted the Esyire. He delivered both the Archmage’s message, ending in an offer to remain at the College, and one other being a devastating piece of news. His twin’s death. While Khan had been in an almost comma like state, his brother had taken his own life after fearing the worse, Riddic’s last dream being of Khan torn up and slowly dying.

Pain beyond words had settled in Khan’s heart leaving him guilt ridden and depressed, the Archmage’s offer delayed until a better time. Grieving took well over five years until Khan was almost ready to start a new. He finally officially took the Archmage’s offer, agreeing to aid the College in areas it needed and lacked in as long as he was allowed room and board. Naturally the Archmage agreed. Another notable event in his life came when he was 58 after he met Karnage for the first time, a clicking Orc that didn’t seem to speak or understand common language. It wasn’t until Khan had requested the Pyschomancy teacher to translate while the Rune teacher prepared a translation stone for their guest. With the demonomancer teacher gaining in age and Khan’s responsibilities rising, Karnage had been requested to aid in the classes for a few years. Khan couldn’t remember the exact day the Orc went along his way but it was only a few months, forty years later and making him 98 that Karnage returned to Twilight College. Thankfully it was in the nick of time because Khan had become the headmaster to enact in the Archmage’s stead recently!

….Ren help him, it was likely to be a long day.

Good Attributes:

Khan has a wide selection of knowledge due to his history seeking a way to help his crippled brother, namely with Arcanite itself. An addition to this trait, Khan also has developed a high patient level which aids him greatly against any unsavory attitudes towards him. A great sense of organization and sometimes overly neat, he can easily dig up information instantly and without trouble. He can also see the potential within people on first glance and often grows slightly disappointed when they don’t show/see it themselves.

A perk in his demonomancy is any of his five demons die in battle then they merely return to the Inferno realm where their wounds heal for the next day. If a demon is banished there during battle by Khan, then they are unable to enter the same battle again. This rule doesn’t apply to when a demon isn’t injured at all, the Inferno having nothing to heal or reason to keep them there other than storage. There are a few demons, namely Zaad and Rathel, which Khan trusts unsupervised and free roaming.

He’s a traveler to some degree having been all over Tiien, so he’s able to determine routes and directions well enough. He also knows a wide range of languages though some he might be more limited when comes to speaking then others since it might require a finesse he doesn’t have.

Bad Attributes:

Negatives to his binding of the five demons:

• Each time he summons a runic demon, the weight on his body increases and Khan’s chances of dodging become harder. Any attempts, usually, might end with him being more damaged then if he actually braced himself against it in the first place. Having all five out, he’s at the mercy of his demon’s abilities combine team work and only able to direct them until all the enemies or his demons are defeated. Any demon killed in battle is unable to be summoned for the rest of the day but if they are withdrawn however, have to be uninjured; they are unable to pop right back into that same battle.
• The binding scars also have a downfall: his body has suffered for the price. His ability to fly is mostly limited to gliding over a few miles before he has to rest, unable to keep it for very long and constantly. If he’s killed then Khan’s soul will be ripped apart, no longer existing and unable to be reborn again. It is as if he doesn’t exist anymore…

His hobby, fireworks, can sometimes be both a problem and a blessing. While amazing and pure eye candy, it’s not hard to catch things on fire. During his experiments, when he can manage it, he has incorrectly mixed his powder in seeking for a desired effect which could result in huge explosion. He has received a number of complaints from a few of the teachers, namely the Geomancy and dwarf Rune crafter, Val, that cause him endless grief. Old habits are sometimes hard to break for him. Though he encourages students to put out the fires as they need the practice after all to become good mages and it spares him from having to ask the other teachers...

Khan tends to keep his problems to himself, a combination of his pride and belief he’s sparing others the burden. It does become clear something is bothering him when he begins to isolate himself, becoming more and more withdrawn with excuses of projects to school matters, letting the worry, frustration and anger pent up over time. Until they are finally release as this could happen of its own will or through outside interference, but rarely it is in anything more violent than a shout… so far.

Secret Word: Rebirth

[Fallenreaper]

-WIP-

UserName: Fallenreaper

Character name: Lyn Marik

Age: Appears 21 of age, but only less than half that.

Mageblood type: Natura

Favoured Magic Class: Herbamancy

Previous Magic training: Lyn has been training in her Mage blood since the age of 6, the time she displayed it within the IC, but due to her rapidly aging body that’s not been as long as it sounds.

Race: Naga/Human hybrid

Appearance:

Lyn appears to be a Naersan human in her early twenties, late teens through her actual age is only a few years. Her petite frame is built more for speed and agility, able to flex much more than normal humans could giving her an advantage in battle. She often wears a short tunic reaching around her waist and breeches about knee high, unless in winter than it is all the way down to her boot tops. About her hips is a pouch filled with herbal remedies and bandages to mend those injured or worse, even something to help with blood sickness. On closer inspection upon her pearly white skin are faint, pattern lines much like snake scale. When flattened, they are smooth and barely notable to the untrained eyes, hiding away her Naga heritage to the outside world.

Her facial appearance is a mix of her father’s strength and mother’s beauty, casting an appealing image that gives off an innocent and naive sense. She had the serpent like tongue and fangs like the Naga, enabling her to both have high quality scent and produce venom. At her max height she comes at about 5’5” which is average for most Nearsan females, her weight on the light side without any heavy built muscles.

Short Bio:

Good Attributes:

Sheltered: Lyn has been sheltered within the College all her life, at least to date, which has made her ignorant of the world outside and its prejudices. She grew up in an environment that treated others with respect and merit based on individuals rather than race, her own attitude towards others reflects this upbring. This means anyone is equal in her mind until proven otherwise, enabling them to become a possible friend.

-Innocent Hearted: Lyn’s default personality is cheerful and pleasant for many individuals, even to the less pleasant. She is rarely turned off by others’ less sociable attitude and strives to be polite, gentle and kind to almost everyone.

-Naga abilities: She is able to produce venom to paralyze an individual, usually humanoid, from wood elf to Naga. She merely needs to penetrate their skin with her fangs or spit in their eyes. Near her eyes are heat pits able to sense heat from several meters, as far as a human can see, from her location and within a 180 degree angle where her head is turned. Lyn’s legs aren’t as strong to crush bone into powder, but her limbs has more strength than the average woman her built and her grip is like iron clasps through they have to have a grasp first. Which on, they are difficult to get off without a blade. In addition, her scales provide some minor protection against scratches, bruises, and friction through against a blade it will still cut like skin.

-Agile and Fast: Lyn has the combined specialty of her father’s and mother’s speed and agility, making her able to turn on a dime at a flat out run. She is also among the fastest among her age group and other students, through her strength is still weak in comparison to these two traits.

Bad Attributes:

-Cool Blooded
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Secret Word: Rebirth

[Lucius Cypher]

UserName: Lucius Cypher

Character name: Annabeth Gulch

Age: 19

Mageblood type: Lues

Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy

Previous Magic training: None. She doesn’t even know she has mage blood.

Race: Narsea Human

Appearance:


Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family’s farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania’s Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan.

But about a few years later, Annabeth’s father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself.

That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn’t really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn’t want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it.

Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn’t know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him.

Good Attributes:
Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn’t gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency.
Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles.
Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She’s not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it’s galloping at full speed.
Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn’t lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn’t do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important.

Bad Attributes:
Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She’s never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She’s no warrior despite what her skills may tell you.
Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth’s physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she’s also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn’t protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn’t the best.
Naïve – Annabeth’s something of an optimist. This isn’t bad in itself, but it’s almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she’s going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation.

Secret Word: Rebirth

Rewards: Stealth Ring

[cqbexpt]

UserName: cqbexpt

Character name: "Scarred hand", "Midnight", Baulder

Age: somewhere in his 20's

Mageblood type: Obiligatio

Favored Magic Class: Demonomancy

Previous Magic training: None that he can remember anyways

Race: Rheven-ari, Shayahn

Appearance: Burned in 3 clawed hand along the left side of his head, palm is centered over his eye. Has rather pale except around his face. This is due to him keeping himself covered most of the time due to his race being able to burn easily as a rule. His hair is black and stops just above his shoulders. He is as strong as most humans which makes his slim frame look rather muscular. Wears a scarf over the lower parts of his face most of the time but the rest of his clothes are generally either patchwork wraps or ropes. Though he is currently looking for new clothes.

Height: 6'2"

Short Bio: Baulder knows where he was born but that was only because he was told that few of his kind are born off midnight island. Though like most things he cannot remember exactly where. He has fragments of information of his home island such as sights, sounds, smells. But none of it makes any sense, to him anything before what he is now is nothing but a jumbled mess of emotions and sensory data. He assumes he was seeking knowledge of some kind as he has heard from a few other Rheven-ari that would have been the reason why he would of left. Though he assumes if he goes back there perhaps it might show him more of his past self. Baulder would never allow himself to do that though, it would kill him.....well atleast the person he was now. He has no desire to go back to being what he was whatever, it was that might be why he now fears his own sanity so.

Regardless what he can actually remember begins after the incident. He remembered waking up in a forest, surrounded by gutted wolves and scorched pelts. There were a group of humans surrounding him axes clenched and bows drawn. He remembered hitting the dirt before passing out. When he awoke he found himself in a house tied to a bed with an old women standing over him. He found out that the villagers that were standing over him earlier were a hunting party that found him out in the woods near their village. They had taken him back to their village once they realized that he was suffering from blood sickness. He had been unconscious for close to a week and the mayor of the village was close to having him killed as a sacrifice to some god he can't remember. For several days after he first woke up he was still confined to the house they had placed him in continuously asking him what happened in the woods. His answer was that he didn't know, which was of course the truth. They only let him leave once they managed to get a psychomancer from the village over to come and interrogate him. He remembered the women's face as it became wide eyed and she told them that he really didn't know.

The villagers told him that he owed them a debt for saving his life and at the time he wasn't sure what else he should be doing and thus agreed to pay it back with work. He assisted around the village for over a year helping build things or just being a courier for people. However this is what perhaps sparked his decent into madness. Baulder is very unsure of what it was like before his insanity began to fester but he knows that there was a time before it. However before he fully became overcome with insanity he was told the debt had been repaid, perhaps because they were just growing tired of his strangeness though. He took food and a map and was told that the next day he should head to the Twilight college. He did have blood sickness before and he guessed that it made sense for him to go somewhere that could atleast tell him what he was. The night before he left however he heard the name "Baulder" said to him louder and louder each time in a dream. When it began screaming the name at him he awoke. He decided that was what his name was, what else could it have been he thought.

So with a name and a purpose he set off to the college. It took him nearly a month to figure out where he was actually going. Though he was thankful now that the villagers had brought him along on their hunting parties. They never did teach him how to properly navigate the world though. He spent many months living off the land and descending deeper into the grips of insanity as he made his way to the college. Talking to people is what held it off in the beginning but now that he was alone it was able to take it's firm grip of him. He began avoiding cities in their entirety as for some reason he was beginning to like his own ramblings. He was never able to tell if they were all his though. However he eventually made his way south to the College.

Good Attributes: Insanity - While this is also a negative attribute it has it's benefits. Psychomancers not particularly skilled in their art would have a hard time trying to pin down what exactly they were looking at if they peered into his thoughts. His mind is either thinking a million things at once or absolutely nothing at all, a trait which is bolstered by his species natural inclination towards different ways of thinking. It is best not to tread where not even he would.

Species traits - Being a Rheven-ari comes with some upsides. Such as being resistant to piercing weapons, being able to outrun a majority of humans, multiple hearts and having an ability to sense magic in others.

Adaptable - Being able to change his way of thinking for the most part allows him to approach challenges a different way if his current method is not working. This coupled with an extremely fast thought process gives him an advantage over some of the races that inhabit the world.

Bad Attributes: Insanity - He will occasionally hear voices that are not there or create entire persons inside his head who he will talk to and quickly dismiss. His mind is a puzzle wrapped in an enigma. While sometimes he will have his moments of complete clarity most of the time he is bordering on the edge of being socially tolerable by most people whether he catches it or not is completely up to chance. However since he has been this way for so long he can't remember what it is like to actually be sane and thus absolutely fears the prospect of being such.

Amnesia - He can't remember a single thing about himself before about 2 years ago, other than a few random pieces that slip out of the block. Baulder fears what ever lies on the other side of the block and will do anything to avoid it being taken away.

Distrustful of Senses - He almost never trusts what his mind is telling him is happening. He heavily scrutinizes anything his eyes or ears tell him and thus may be a little slow to act.

Secret Word: Rebirth

[Rtron]

UserName: Rtron Character name: Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name) Age: 22 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pyromancy Previous Magic training: None. She's amused herself by making sparks or small balls of fire, but that's about it. Race: Snow Elf Appearance:! Standing at two feet 11 inches and weighing 45lbs, Aramir considered herself on the taller side for a Snow Elf, and she was a little bit proud of that height...until she finally met others than those in her tribe that is. She has [Ice blue eyes](http://content.photos-room.com/previews/Cold_as_Ice_by_lorency.jpg), and matching tattoos on her left and right arms and on the left and right side of her face(seen in appearance). The golden tattoos(marking her tribe) stretch from below her eyes down to the edge of her collar bone, while the tattoos on her shoulder(marking her place in the tribe) go down her arm(occasionally splintering off in a jagged pattern, in a likeness to cracking ice, but still following a major path), till they split into five smaller line tattoos that end just behind her fingernails(with that same, but much smaller, occasional jagged pattern). The design on the back of her vest identifies her family in the tribe. Most of her hair is usually in a long plait. She has a scar on her side, as if someone had stabbed her with a knife and twisted, and half a dozen of scars on her back, right over where her vest is sewn, as if someone had slashed at her back with a sword. Short Bio: Aramir's earliest memories are that of struggle. Struggle to survive, to not be one of the ones yearly claimed by the Plains. To become a useful member of her tribe, She was taught from a young age how to handle a bow, her path as a hunter already predetermined by her family. She would have to earn her arm tattoos, straight lines that extend down to her wrists and stop on her upper shoulders in a hook, to mark her as an apprentice hunter before she could earn the additions to her arms that marked her as a fully fledged hunter, and then the golden tattoos that marked her as a full member of the tribe. However, she nearly never got the chance to earn those tattoos with a stupid mistake that she made when she was 8. She had been practicing her archery(at a snowman hastily constructed while the family prepared the camp for the freezing night), when the howling wind suddenly changed, sending her arrow far beyond and to the left of her her target. Instead of telling someone where she was going, and keeping the camp always in sight, she set off to find the missing arrow. She couldn't afford to leave it, wood wasn't cheap to come by. She got caught up in her search, wandered too far, and by then it was too late. The eternal blizzard worsened, till she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. It was still largely day time, and all she could see was white. That didn't bother her. She saw unending white all the time. For what seemed like hours she walked in what she was hoping the direction she came from, towards the camp. Then, night fell. Aramir had always had an irrational fear of the darkness. Now it came straight to the fore. Time ceased to have meaning, and she couldn't have told you how long she walked. All she was aware of was sheer terror, sobbing, and frozen tears on her cheeks. She finally collapsed from exhaustion, and the snow began to pile over her. Though she didn't know it at the time, her pyromancy was the only thing that saved her from freezing to death, though it nearly killed her in the process, as she instinctively overused her mageblood to heat the snow cocoon she had made. When she next awoke, it was to complete darkness once more, and she began to panic again, trying to claw her way out of what she thought was a snow tomb. Which is exactly when a pair of feet crashed through her 'tomb' and nearly landed on her head. Her heat had weakened the snow above enough that a snow elf from her tribe to fall down into her cocoon. After the joy and relief that she was alive was over, the scolding and punishment began. Aramir was too relieved to be alive and back with her tribe to be ashamed. She never did recover from the sheer terror of darkness she possessed. At the age of 19 she finally gets her golden tattoos, three years after finishing her hunter tattoos. The year had been bad for the tribe. More members had died, all were hungry, and Aramir's group for the tattoo ceremony was the smallest that anyone could remember. There were mutterings that the tribe leader was leading them into disaster. Only from one or two members, the ones who felt the worst of the year. The next two years were successively worse and worse. The mutterings became talking. Then the talking became agreement. Finally the agreement became demands, shouting. The tribe began to divide into two camps. One still supporting the tribe leader, the other wanting him gone. Tension rose in the tribe, and shattered one night when Aramir and her friends went out hunting. They came back with a good catch, and were in high spirits. This would be the turning point of the succession of bad luck that had plagued the tribe for years. They could feel it. The Tribe leader himself came to congratulate them. As he was doing so, violence erupted. An arrow sprouted out of the Elf's chest. For a moment that seemed to stretch to infinity, there was nothing but silence. And then the killing began. Aramir had thought her friends calm, cool headed. She herself had disdained from picking either side, urging the two sides to reconcile in the face of the harsh Plains, and had thought her friends had done the same. They proved her wrong immediately when the fighting broke out. Before Aramir could even attempt to bring order to the chaos, someone tried to kill her, for nothing more than the markings on her vest. The howling of the blizzard masked the screams of the wounded and dying, the falling and overturned snow covered the blood and bodies quickly, and the nature of the Glacier Lands froze the hot blood that was spilled almost immediately. Aramir and a few others were the only survivors. The tribe had been destroyed. Her family, killed.Sometime during the fighting she had set fire to something with a blue ball of flames. Heedless of her wounds(a deep gash in her side, and half a dozen cuts on her back), she left taking only her bow, a quiver full of arrows, what supplies she could scavenge, and a couple of hunting knives, taken from the corpse of a friend. She had heard of the Twilight College, down to the far south, out of the Frozen Plains. Maybe they could teach her to control her flames. Maybe they could help her forget. It took her another year to find her way through the strange lands to the College. And while the physical wounds of her tribe's self-destruction healed, the emotional ones were only scabbed over, ready to break and bleed again at the slightest hint of over stretching. Good Attributes: Small:Though this can also be a disadvantage, she's very light, allowing her to go where heavier people are unable to follow. Archer:She's a master with her hunting bow, having used it from the time she could draw it to hunt in the harsh Plains(though, it is considerably weaker than a war bow). Hunter of the Plains:Aramir is also perceptive, a necessity when one is a hunter in the Glacier Lands, where the animals are all white in an unending white plain. Agile:She's nimble and quick(quite handy when one needs to climb quickly, or dodge an oncoming snow ball). Cold Blooded: She's comfortable in colder climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Bad Attributes: Weak:Obviously, she won't be any good in terms of strength(which stretches from simple tasks that require brute force to fighting in prolonged melee combat, and everything in between). Silent is the Night...:She's also very uncomfortable with silence or quiet places, used to the howling winds of the Frozen Plains. ...and the Dark hides it's terrors:She's terrified of complete darkness, barely tolerating shadows. Cold Blooded:She's uncomfortable in hotter climates, used to the freezing temperatures of the Frozen Plains. Peacekeeper: She dislikes arguments, and while not going out of her way to stop them, will either stop the arguers if they carry on for too long or leave abruptly. Insomniac:She sleeps very little willingly, haunted by nightmares of her tribe tearing itself apart in front of her. Secret Word: Rebirth

[Konan375]

UserName: Konan375

Character name: Leith Calder

Age: 25

Mageblood type: Aqua

Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy

Previous Magic training: None

Race: Naerse Human

Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand.

Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye.

As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it.

When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn’t take that long. A few weeks at most.

He got there five years later.

After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they’d "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?”

Leith tried to explain that he wasn’t a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn’t listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness.

He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later.

Near the end of Leith’s fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz.

Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him.

Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues.

Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth

Rewards

Yellow Ring

Yellow Ring
Name: Illuminating Ring
Description:

Hider

Type: Non-Combative/Combative
Range: Individual to up to five meters
Duration: Depends on the mode
Other information:
This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash.

Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source.

Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily.

Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn’t careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.

[Konan375]

UserName: Konan375

Character name: Darius Jura

Age: 32

Mageblood type: Clima

Favoured Magic Aeromancy

Previous Magic training: Has no clue he has mageblood.

Race: Yarosmerian

Appearance:

Standing at 6’5”, Darius is a large man with broad shoulders. His dark skin is marred by many scars from battles he has had. The largest being a scar that extends from his right shoulder down to his left hip. He has a broad nose that has been noticeably broken and left unprepared several times. His eyes are brown, and he has short black hair.

Weapons:

Sword

Dagger

Short Bio: Darius was born in Porti, the Market centre of Shanna. He had a normal childhood, playing with friends in the streets. When he was old enough, he joined the army. He started out as a grunt, which he loathed to no extent. Being told what to do was something that Darius did not like at all, and it had caused some fights when he didn’t like what he was being told to do. Quickly, though, his fights were quickly quelled by his superiors. The Shannian army had some rather harsh punishments for violent behaviour against other fellow soldiers. While it did stop Darius from fighting, it didn't stop him from hating being told what to do in the way his superiors did.

Years passed, and Darius moved up in the ranks, despite his earlier fights against the people that told him what to do. He earned some extra money in some pit fights when times were slow. Had had won some battles, and lost some, and he had gained a multitude of scars from his battles. He had made friends and enemies. One day, he was picked as part of the group that would go up to a mage college that he had never heard of and protect the people that represented Shanna.

Good Attributes: Strong, proficient sword fighter and hand-to-hand combatant. If anything, Darius is a good soldier, and he works well with others if he has to, and if he needs to, he can lead people quite well. He's patient when teaching others about sword fighting and hand-to-hand fighting.

Bad Attributes: Arrogant, bigoted, and loud. He has a short temper, and he hates being talked down to. If he doesn't have to work with someone out of necessity, he won't. Respect is a hard thing to get from Darius, and very few people have earned it.

Secret Word: Rebirth

[Sundered Echo]

UserName: Sundered Echo

Character name: Auriel Lavai

Age: 20

Mageblood type: Lux

Favoured Magic Class: Pyromancy

Previous Magic training: None

Race: Wood Elf

Appearance:
Standing at 6'2, Auriel towers over human woman and even many men, even though she is average height for a woman of her race. Her skin is pale, her hair crimson and her eyes green. She has a small tattoo on her forehead in a simple elven pattern, and three barely visible scars from the wounds inflicted by Siala's arrows, marking otherwise largely unblemished skin. There is a fierce and somewhat feral look about her, as if she is only a word away from tearing you apart with her hands - a fact that isn't particularly far from the truth. Her attire is usually practical, but with a slight tendency towards showing off her body. Many men have called her beautiful, and she makes sure not to give them reason to doubt.

Weapons

Short Bio: Born into the tight knit community of the forest elves, from the age she could walk Auriel Lavai could be best described as a hothead. She was climbing trees not long after she could walk, and always very physical. In her early years she proved a fairly quick learner, but also very physical, reaching for violence first and thinking second when confronted with trouble. She didn't take long to form both good friends that shared some of her temperament and bitter enemies that couldn't stand her careless attitude. Among these people, one stood out, the antithesis of Auriel, a girl by the name of Siala.

She went on to become a minor trouble-maker, sabotaging hunts and picking fights, in particular those of Siala, yet often proving fleet of foot enough to escape any real retribution. This started early in her life, but as she grew older her actions became more audacious. Her elders did not pay these traits too much heed, calling her young and inexperienced, and she never managed to cause enough trouble at once to draw any more attention, despite quickly getting to know all the forest wardens on a first name basis.

Ironically enough, some of the wardens had begun to teach her their martial skills, as well as the laws of the land, partially in hopes that it might temper her and partially to give her something to do. She took to the martial training swiftly, but found the laws somewhat harder to focus on, largely because she still spent most nights breaking them. Had things continued as they were, she might have eventually become more tempered and made an excellent warden.

However, this was not to be so. At age 17 her life was turned on its head. Having sabotaged the hunt of one of the most skilled of her peers, her lifelong enemy Siala, she was running from retribution as usual, several angry hunters on her heels. Long time rivals, Siala had finally had enough of Auriels pranks, and had begun firing live arrows at her. A day that had begun as a fun escapade changed rather drastically when the first arrow nicked her upper arm, drawing blood from a long but shallow cut. Two arrows later had earned her a cut in her upper leg and one on her ankle, at which point she took shelter behind an Ironbark tree, unable to continue running due to her injuries.

In those long, painful moments of terror as the hunted, everything stopped being fun and light-hearted, and for the first time she feared for her life. Wishing for a distraction, any distraction, she suddenly began to smell smoke. Looking around, she found it coming from under her fingers on the trunk of the tree she was using as shelter. A moment longer and fire was liking at the dry autumn wood, and as it did, Auriel began to run again. What began as a small distraction, hardly a smoke signal, soon grew into a full fledged fire, engulfing the tree and spreading to those around it.

Rather than return to face her people and atone for the destruction being wrought around her, Auriel ran. She knew enough of the forest and its trees to treat her superficial wounds and survive for a time as she moved ever towards the mountains. In rare forethought, she harvested some offcuts of Ironbark to take with her on her exodus, as she had no currency of any type with which to buy her way in the strange lands beyond the forest.

In what would be remembered as one of her most harrowing experiences, Auriel scaled the mountainous passes that lead between Ghannos and Ironstead. She was driven to this immense act by a feeling of wanderlust, a desire to see the world beyond the seemingly endless forest of Ghannos. After the perilous journey, she was only reminded of the violence that sent her away by the thin scars Siala's arrows had left. That was far from her mind as she traded away slivers of Ironbark for food and shelter, followed by exploring the surface portions of the Dwarven city.

Ironstead, however, proved far to staid and orderly for Auriels wild heart, and she quickly decided to trade away the last of her Ironbark for passage to the Eanian capital.

From there, she took up odd jobs to eke out a living, favoring those that made best use of her combative skills and minimized emotional heights. This approach only partially worked. Auriel is and has ever been a creature of passion, and on several occasions her temper has flared. She once almost burnt down a tavern fending off over-interested drunkards. Once, on the cusp of being caught by Eanian guards for trespassing, she set one of their cloaks on fire rather than get caught. She only narrowly avoided discovery and conscription into the Eanian military each time.

In this time, she did not purposefully practice any magic, largely trying to keep her talent a secret - both from the world and from herself. Life in the human city was quite different to the Elven community from whence she'd come. The city was far more detached and uncaring for its people, and everywhere she went she was surrounded by strangers. Partially because of this, she never settled in one place, flitting between Taverns and Inns while in the city, and favoring jobs protecting caravans that would let her get away from it all.

One travels a remarkable amount as a Caravan guard, and picks up a fair amount of combat experience even in a fairly safe country like Eania. Her skills with all manner of small melee weapons were honed against a myriad of opponents in the years in human lands, and her pockets were kept full of enough gold to get by. In these travels, she also heard of the College for magebloods in Aerta. Several times she considered traveling there to learn to control her ability, but every time she choose not to, still unhappy with the very idea of being a Mageblood.

It was only when one of her Caravan guarding jobs went wrong that fate forced her hand. A particularly long trip to the hold of Oerm, it was ambushed by a predominantly elven group of rogues and bandits just past the forest. Auriel had faced down competent raiders before and turned them aside, but when the first arrow struck, nicking her arm in almost the same way as the one that had first driven her away, she began to feel she'd met her match. The raiders refused to engage up close where she could best fight them, and the other guards were quickly cut down in a flurry of both arrows and magic - the raiders having brought a mageblood with them. Seeing defeat, Auriel ran once more. Before she went, however, she knocked over one of the oil lamps in the caravan and with a brief flare of pyromancy fanned the flame to a size large enough that it would consume the Caravan before the raiders could stop it. This marked the first time she had intentionally used magic in her life.

She ran for her life, but also away from the life she'd taken up and all the fearful possibilities she'd come close to over the years, abandoning the helpless merchants under her charge to their fate to save herself. She kept running long after the raiders had stopped giving chase, even with a number of light wounds caused by arrow near misses and a close call with a lightning bolt. Eventually, she could run no more, and collapsed in the grassy fields - almost within sight of the College.

Good Attributes: Physically fit and quick, she is not well muscled or strong, but still capable of running a great distance under duress. Martially skilled - specializing in the weapons she habitually carries, a dagger and a hooked axe.

Bad Attributes: Highly emotional and aggressive, Auriel reaches for her blade at the slightest insult and cannot always maintain perfect control of her magic when particularly aggravated.

Secret Word: Rebirth

Rewards:
Ring of Stealth