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Member
Seen
2 mos ago
Name:
Scorn aka Chloe Allaire, Leader of the Reapers
Age:
25
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Side:
InFamous
Personality:
She's a deranged psychopath that enjoys watching others suffer. She has no love for normal people, in fact she would rather watch them all suffer under her powers as well as those conduits who stand in her way.
Biography:
Before her powers, and before Conduits were even known publicly, Chloe had been a good girl, a kind person who was shy and timid around most people. No one ever bothered her or asked why she had bruises on herself since she had always been such a kind person, why would anyone harm her. No one knew her home life. She was raised by a neglectful and abusive father and mother. Her mother wasn't even her real mother, her father had had a drinking problem for most of his life and had a child with another woman who left Chloe on his doorstep. He would of gotten rid of her, if the woman he hadn't been a part of a dangerous gang and she hadn't left a letter saying if he dared got rid of the child his head would be cut off.
Of course this made tension between her father and step-mother who hated Chloe, only raising her because of the fear of what would happen if they didn't. Despite that though, they beat her and treated her as if she was garbage yet it never made a dent in Chloe's kind nature. She always tried to look at the light of things. Her parents might of been drug addicted, drunks who hated her but she led a happy life, she might of not had many friends but those she did have she loved them like they were her family. It wasn't until one tragic event that pushed Chloe over the edge and ended that precious life and reborn her as a cruel and psychopathic killer. That event that would spawn her new persona, Scorn.
Her father had been drunk and probably high at the same time but he forced himself upon her, which led her kind self to die, finally unable to hold back the truth, the truth that her life was a dark one, a cruel one. That the only thing that comes from being raised by two monsters, is an even greater and deadly monster. Scorn was born and she hatched a plan to get her revenge after fifteen years of neglect and abuse. She drugged her parents one night and when they awoke both were tied up in chairs facing one another, and hooked up to an impressive work of a hand made contraption that would have them kill each other. The fear that Scorn saw in their eyes made her smile and laugh. Oh how she tormented them, causing them pain and suffering like they had to her before she allowed them death. First her wicked step-mother who she had made her father slit her throat, and then through this end, allowed him to see the device work in motion as a Rube Goldberg machine made its rounds where in the end a gun would eventually kill him. When cops finally arrived on the scene, they only saw Scorn laughing hysterically and repeating the words 'I WIN!' over and over again while a house was ablaze behind her.
She would plead insanity and with the evidence that it was true she was abused and her parents had a record, the courts would agree with that assumption and sent her to an asylum upstate. Here she would cause even more chaos. She became the most insane person they had there and was kept in twenty-four hour lock-down. She remained in lock-down for three years before her powers manifested at the age of eighteen. By then the D.U.P. had been formed, and Conduits were known to the public. She went on a rampage, causing more death in the Asylum and mayhem. It took nearly a month before the D.U.P. finally caught her and by then the damage was done. The Asylum was burned to the ground, countless dead and millions in damages, but the D.U.P. made that all disappear and took her away to Curdon Cay, where for five years she was held.
This is where she learned of the Reapers and more about the events of Empire City, where she found her true calling. She met the last two remaining conduits of the old gang there and learned as much as she could about the old gang. They had men on the outside but couldn't get out of Curdon Cay so they waited. She also recruited another man, the last of another gang that had been in Empire City, that gang had been called the Dustmen. He was the last surviving conduit of that gang and despite the fierce rivalry that had existed many years ago in Empire City an alliance was struck between her, the Reapers, and this Dustman. They ruled their cell block with an iron fist and eventually all were separated. Augustine made sure to keep Scorn on her own, in a cell that was filled with light, unable to use her powers unless Augustine allowed it. It wasn't until the fall of Augustine that Scorn was free and rejoined her comrades. The disappeared into the wind for a year before reappearing in New York. Here she would begin her new life finally, the new head of the Reapers and strike fear into the people and destroy the Syndicate.
Power:
Shadow Manipulation
Power Abilities:
Teleportation- Being able to use shadows as a means to go between distance though she can't go super far this way, mostly used for means of getting behind an opponent that she's facing to surprise them. Can also be used to gain access to tall building tops, a quick way to scale large structures and get around swiftly at times if there are lots of shadows around.
Shadow shot- a concentrated shot of darkness that does some damage to her opponent, can be focused to do increased damage.
Shadow Rocket- Shoots a ball of darkness made from shadows that are around her. Explodes on impact surrounding the person in darkness as well as doing quite a bit of damage but costs quite a bit of her energy.
Shadow beast/Shadow camouflage- able to create a beast, more commonly the shape of a rather large dog, or in myth what is called a hellhound and have it appear when she uses Shadow camouflage, a form of distraction basically. While she camouflage's into the shadows the beast appears to distract her enemies as she either slips away or gets a better advantage.
Shadow grenade- A densely packed ball of shadows used as a means of blinding her opponents, it doesn't do much damage but rather temporarily blinds them allowing her to strike quick and fast with another attack while they are blinded.
Other:
She has haemolacria, a rare condition where rather then crying tears, she cries blood. It was from her abusive parents that she got this.
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Name:
Kiera Drogoth
Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Side:
Hero
Personality:
She's a rather upbeat but serious person that can handle a joke from time to time. She tries to think positive of most things but knows that not everything can be perfect and simple and has a mind of a strategist from the years of being with her father who had been in a gang and got out but still had enemies on him. She's loyal to her friends and will protect those that she cares for even if it means death. She is a compassionate person and tries to help all those that she can, when she can.
Biography:
Kiera was born into a dangerous life. Her mother abandoned her to his father, not caring about her and thought of the night that she had shared with Keira's father a one night fling with unexpected results (of course it wasn't the first time these results happened from a one night fling). Keira's father was left to decide his daughter's fate, as much as he at the time did not want a child, he couldn't get rid of her so he took care of her, and did what was expected of himself while he resided with the gang. When Keira was about five though, he managed to get himself out of the gang, faking his death and ran into the hills, having Keira and himself live a life of seclusion for the most part besides the long trips to take her to school. He taught her most of what he knew and that she had to be careful, because he still had enemies and explained more as she got older on his past life. She had been shocked to learn that her father had lived such a horrible life but never left or was angered by him. She was more disappointed by him but was proud he had gotten them out of that terrible life to this nice one.
Eventually though all good things come to an end and his old gang did find him and ended her father's life while Keira was attending her school studies. She came home to the smoldering remains of a house. This was when her powers appeared. Outraged she let out a scream into the night that shook the air and made glass shoot out of the ground around her (think kind of like Cole's ice powers from Infamous 2 but with glass). She was shocked and scared at what happened and ran. When the D.U.P. was formed she figured out what she was, a conduit. She learned that she could manipulate glass, being able to form it as well as use the materials around her made of glass to fuel her powers or use it for her own works. She stayed under the radar of the D.U.P. once learning what she was, not wanting to be thrown in jail but eventually they found her and at the age of sixteen, she was sent to Curdon Cay, where learning her powers would be just the tip of the iceberg of what she would find while she was their.
One of the rare days when the conduits were allowed to mingle with others in the prison she stumbled upon a person who looked nearly like her in a lot of ways. From what she learned, that girl had called herself Scorn though she learned that her real name was Chloe after some digging and getting on a few of the guard's good side (hey not all of them are bad people right?). She found it odd that both of them never knew their mother, coincidence perhaps but the events that made them not know their mother were nearly identical. Both were abandoned, left with their parental fathers. She tried to make friends with Chloe but eventually figured she was too insane to allow it and she had formed her own group that ruled the section of the prison she was in. Keira resided in another prison cell block. Her cell being merely made to not hold any glass.
When the day came that the conduits were freed from Curdon Cay she could of been the happiest person in the world. She had tried to be the first one out, finally able to breath fresh air again, able to now use her powers with more control, the only good use Curdon Cay had ever had. She had also tried to find Chloe again but she was all ready gone.
For a time Keira traveled the country, never really settling anywhere but just seeing the sites of the United States. She eventually settled in the Big Apple when she was twenty-two and has happily lived in the city for a year now when the Syndicate showed their ugly face. She vowed to stop them and bring them to justice for what they did to conduits.
Power:
Glass Manipulation- Shape, compress, and/or otherwise manipulate glass, including properties such as color, opacity and flexibility. Includes granulation, heat/cold resistance, polish glass, repair glass objects, resistance/invulnerability to damage, sharpen/dull glass objects, and thermal resistance.
Power Abilities:
Glass Shot- Fires a glass blade from palm, though only one shot at a time, can do quite a bit of damaged when focused properly.
Shrapnel Grenade- A glass grenade that on explosion sends out shrapnel of glass, downs weakened foes.
Glass Surfing- Her form of transportation, she takes a piece of glass and forms it into a platform she's able to stand on and can surf on it basically.
Glass Shield- Takes glass from surrounding environment to form a glass shield around her. She can harden it to take quite a bit of damage but can only do it for so long before it shatters.
Other:
Is Scorn's half-sister.
Scorn aka Chloe Allaire, Leader of the Reapers
Age:
25
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Side:
InFamous
Personality:
She's a deranged psychopath that enjoys watching others suffer. She has no love for normal people, in fact she would rather watch them all suffer under her powers as well as those conduits who stand in her way.
Biography:
Before her powers, and before Conduits were even known publicly, Chloe had been a good girl, a kind person who was shy and timid around most people. No one ever bothered her or asked why she had bruises on herself since she had always been such a kind person, why would anyone harm her. No one knew her home life. She was raised by a neglectful and abusive father and mother. Her mother wasn't even her real mother, her father had had a drinking problem for most of his life and had a child with another woman who left Chloe on his doorstep. He would of gotten rid of her, if the woman he hadn't been a part of a dangerous gang and she hadn't left a letter saying if he dared got rid of the child his head would be cut off.
Of course this made tension between her father and step-mother who hated Chloe, only raising her because of the fear of what would happen if they didn't. Despite that though, they beat her and treated her as if she was garbage yet it never made a dent in Chloe's kind nature. She always tried to look at the light of things. Her parents might of been drug addicted, drunks who hated her but she led a happy life, she might of not had many friends but those she did have she loved them like they were her family. It wasn't until one tragic event that pushed Chloe over the edge and ended that precious life and reborn her as a cruel and psychopathic killer. That event that would spawn her new persona, Scorn.
Her father had been drunk and probably high at the same time but he forced himself upon her, which led her kind self to die, finally unable to hold back the truth, the truth that her life was a dark one, a cruel one. That the only thing that comes from being raised by two monsters, is an even greater and deadly monster. Scorn was born and she hatched a plan to get her revenge after fifteen years of neglect and abuse. She drugged her parents one night and when they awoke both were tied up in chairs facing one another, and hooked up to an impressive work of a hand made contraption that would have them kill each other. The fear that Scorn saw in their eyes made her smile and laugh. Oh how she tormented them, causing them pain and suffering like they had to her before she allowed them death. First her wicked step-mother who she had made her father slit her throat, and then through this end, allowed him to see the device work in motion as a Rube Goldberg machine made its rounds where in the end a gun would eventually kill him. When cops finally arrived on the scene, they only saw Scorn laughing hysterically and repeating the words 'I WIN!' over and over again while a house was ablaze behind her.
She would plead insanity and with the evidence that it was true she was abused and her parents had a record, the courts would agree with that assumption and sent her to an asylum upstate. Here she would cause even more chaos. She became the most insane person they had there and was kept in twenty-four hour lock-down. She remained in lock-down for three years before her powers manifested at the age of eighteen. By then the D.U.P. had been formed, and Conduits were known to the public. She went on a rampage, causing more death in the Asylum and mayhem. It took nearly a month before the D.U.P. finally caught her and by then the damage was done. The Asylum was burned to the ground, countless dead and millions in damages, but the D.U.P. made that all disappear and took her away to Curdon Cay, where for five years she was held.
This is where she learned of the Reapers and more about the events of Empire City, where she found her true calling. She met the last two remaining conduits of the old gang there and learned as much as she could about the old gang. They had men on the outside but couldn't get out of Curdon Cay so they waited. She also recruited another man, the last of another gang that had been in Empire City, that gang had been called the Dustmen. He was the last surviving conduit of that gang and despite the fierce rivalry that had existed many years ago in Empire City an alliance was struck between her, the Reapers, and this Dustman. They ruled their cell block with an iron fist and eventually all were separated. Augustine made sure to keep Scorn on her own, in a cell that was filled with light, unable to use her powers unless Augustine allowed it. It wasn't until the fall of Augustine that Scorn was free and rejoined her comrades. The disappeared into the wind for a year before reappearing in New York. Here she would begin her new life finally, the new head of the Reapers and strike fear into the people and destroy the Syndicate.
Power:
Shadow Manipulation
Power Abilities:
Teleportation- Being able to use shadows as a means to go between distance though she can't go super far this way, mostly used for means of getting behind an opponent that she's facing to surprise them. Can also be used to gain access to tall building tops, a quick way to scale large structures and get around swiftly at times if there are lots of shadows around.
Shadow shot- a concentrated shot of darkness that does some damage to her opponent, can be focused to do increased damage.
Shadow Rocket- Shoots a ball of darkness made from shadows that are around her. Explodes on impact surrounding the person in darkness as well as doing quite a bit of damage but costs quite a bit of her energy.
Shadow beast/Shadow camouflage- able to create a beast, more commonly the shape of a rather large dog, or in myth what is called a hellhound and have it appear when she uses Shadow camouflage, a form of distraction basically. While she camouflage's into the shadows the beast appears to distract her enemies as she either slips away or gets a better advantage.
Shadow grenade- A densely packed ball of shadows used as a means of blinding her opponents, it doesn't do much damage but rather temporarily blinds them allowing her to strike quick and fast with another attack while they are blinded.
Other:
She has haemolacria, a rare condition where rather then crying tears, she cries blood. It was from her abusive parents that she got this.
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Name:
Kiera Drogoth
Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Side:
Hero
Personality:
She's a rather upbeat but serious person that can handle a joke from time to time. She tries to think positive of most things but knows that not everything can be perfect and simple and has a mind of a strategist from the years of being with her father who had been in a gang and got out but still had enemies on him. She's loyal to her friends and will protect those that she cares for even if it means death. She is a compassionate person and tries to help all those that she can, when she can.
Biography:
Kiera was born into a dangerous life. Her mother abandoned her to his father, not caring about her and thought of the night that she had shared with Keira's father a one night fling with unexpected results (of course it wasn't the first time these results happened from a one night fling). Keira's father was left to decide his daughter's fate, as much as he at the time did not want a child, he couldn't get rid of her so he took care of her, and did what was expected of himself while he resided with the gang. When Keira was about five though, he managed to get himself out of the gang, faking his death and ran into the hills, having Keira and himself live a life of seclusion for the most part besides the long trips to take her to school. He taught her most of what he knew and that she had to be careful, because he still had enemies and explained more as she got older on his past life. She had been shocked to learn that her father had lived such a horrible life but never left or was angered by him. She was more disappointed by him but was proud he had gotten them out of that terrible life to this nice one.
Eventually though all good things come to an end and his old gang did find him and ended her father's life while Keira was attending her school studies. She came home to the smoldering remains of a house. This was when her powers appeared. Outraged she let out a scream into the night that shook the air and made glass shoot out of the ground around her (think kind of like Cole's ice powers from Infamous 2 but with glass). She was shocked and scared at what happened and ran. When the D.U.P. was formed she figured out what she was, a conduit. She learned that she could manipulate glass, being able to form it as well as use the materials around her made of glass to fuel her powers or use it for her own works. She stayed under the radar of the D.U.P. once learning what she was, not wanting to be thrown in jail but eventually they found her and at the age of sixteen, she was sent to Curdon Cay, where learning her powers would be just the tip of the iceberg of what she would find while she was their.
One of the rare days when the conduits were allowed to mingle with others in the prison she stumbled upon a person who looked nearly like her in a lot of ways. From what she learned, that girl had called herself Scorn though she learned that her real name was Chloe after some digging and getting on a few of the guard's good side (hey not all of them are bad people right?). She found it odd that both of them never knew their mother, coincidence perhaps but the events that made them not know their mother were nearly identical. Both were abandoned, left with their parental fathers. She tried to make friends with Chloe but eventually figured she was too insane to allow it and she had formed her own group that ruled the section of the prison she was in. Keira resided in another prison cell block. Her cell being merely made to not hold any glass.
When the day came that the conduits were freed from Curdon Cay she could of been the happiest person in the world. She had tried to be the first one out, finally able to breath fresh air again, able to now use her powers with more control, the only good use Curdon Cay had ever had. She had also tried to find Chloe again but she was all ready gone.
For a time Keira traveled the country, never really settling anywhere but just seeing the sites of the United States. She eventually settled in the Big Apple when she was twenty-two and has happily lived in the city for a year now when the Syndicate showed their ugly face. She vowed to stop them and bring them to justice for what they did to conduits.
Power:
Glass Manipulation- Shape, compress, and/or otherwise manipulate glass, including properties such as color, opacity and flexibility. Includes granulation, heat/cold resistance, polish glass, repair glass objects, resistance/invulnerability to damage, sharpen/dull glass objects, and thermal resistance.
Power Abilities:
Glass Shot- Fires a glass blade from palm, though only one shot at a time, can do quite a bit of damaged when focused properly.
Shrapnel Grenade- A glass grenade that on explosion sends out shrapnel of glass, downs weakened foes.
Glass Surfing- Her form of transportation, she takes a piece of glass and forms it into a platform she's able to stand on and can surf on it basically.
Glass Shield- Takes glass from surrounding environment to form a glass shield around her. She can harden it to take quite a bit of damage but can only do it for so long before it shatters.
Other:
Is Scorn's half-sister.
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Botan Ichihara
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Age: 36
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Ocean Blue
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Physical Description: Botan stands at 5' 8'' with a moderate build that isn't lean nor bulky. His body is well toned and carries the scars of his past. The only signs of aging would be the distinct notice of gray hair and a few wrinkles that lie on his face.
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Personality: He is a rather silent man, rare to start conversation amongst the company of others giving the impression of a man who is impassive to many when in truth he is quite the opposite. He cares for his fellow man and still holds the ideals and honors of what it means to be a samurai even if the title has been stripped from him. He is a loyal warrior willing to give his life to protect the innocent and bring justice to those who are not. He carries the scars that he has on him as proof of his honor, to show that even if he is ronin he still upholds his master's values that were taught to him.
Biography:
He was trained to be a samurai, beginning training in his young teenage years. Botan showed his strengths through perseverance and dedication, never giving up in his training. He and his fellow samurai protected the village that they lived in from those who would try to harm the citizens. He was honored to work with such a master that he had and his comrades became his brothers and a few sisters as well who were given the same honor. He brought honor to his family. The good times though would not last.
On the year of his twenty fifth birthday, his master was killed changing the fate of all those that had been under him. It was deemed an honorable death one through combat from what was examined on the body but Botan did not believe this to be true and chose to become ronin as to seek the truth. His fellow samurai chose separate paths some committed themselves to being into the villages own personal army merely becoming one of many of the warriors that protected it, though with better skills with a blade. Some chose to join their master with an honorable death while others went to seek out new masters who would let them join. His village became one with no samurai in the end.
History: Optional
Place of Birth: Tongai Shogunate
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Weapon of Choice: Nagamaki
Personal Affects:
-Money from his occasional hired jobs.
-Tanto just in case his nagamaki is not with him he has something to use, be it for combat or an honorable death.
-Bed roll since a luxury to sleep indoors is not one he is usually accustomed to in his wanderings.
-An old worn pendant that belonged to his master. He does not wear it but looks at it when he needs guidance on his wandering.
-Spare set of clothes. Even being ronin he has a sense of needing to look at least presentable at the festivities.
Other: N/A
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Member
Seen
2 mos ago
Her attire:
Except she has a shirt or some form of clothing underneath that covers her stomach.
Character name:
Tal-Vashoth Zeynep Sihir
Age:
26
Species:
Qunari
Class:
Saarebas (Qunari Mage), more specific her prowess is being a Force Mage.
Skills and talents:
Fist of the Maker- The mage slams enemies into the ground with incredible power, against which armor is no protection.
Stonefist- The mage hurls a stone projectile that strikes with massive force.
Chain Lightning- The mage singes a target with lightning, and electrical arcs lance out to hit other nearby foes.
Hex of Torment- The mage curses the enemy, increasing damage from all sources for a short time.
Items:
Her polearm which doubles as her catalyst of dishing out the magic she knows.
Bio:
Zeynep was born Par Vollen and like all other qunari children, was sent to be raised by the Tamassrans of the capitol city, Qunandar. For a time she led the normal life that is expected of all qunari children, and of course would of more then likely have become one of the Tamassrans as well until the day came that she showed that she was cursed with the use of magic. When it was found out that she was plagued by this curse, she was removed from the care of the Tamassrans and placed in the care of an arvaarad, she became a saarebas. Those that she had come to know as brothers and sisters, the only form of family she would ever had, rejected her and she soon lost all contact to the world around her. Under the care of her arvaarad, she became nothing more then a social outcast due to the fear of magic that the Qun had. Zeynep learned to not speak at all after watching a fellow saarebas have his own tongue cut out of his mouth due to the accusation of that saarebas practicing magic while his arvaarad was not looking. She never spoke only gave nods and head shakes to questions or to show she was listening. She was lucky enough to be sparred from having her horns removed, making an agreement with her arvaarad that allowed her to keep her horns.
Zeynep eventually fooled them all that she was nothing more then a submissive servant, all the while she planned her escape. She might of not spoke but she secretly taught herself magic, it was never an easy task but she taught herself enough to have a means of escape. Eventually the time came where she could run, leave the Qun and become Tal-Voshoth. She never wanted to return to Par Vollen, there was nothing for here there to stay and she cursed the place for her exile from society and treatment which was no better then being an attack dog.
When the night came of her escape, she manage to slip by her arvaarad, asleep like a babe, never expecting that Zeynep would try such a feat. She would never know how long it took for them to discover her escape but it did not matter. She ran south, only stopping when necessary. She could not remain in one place for long, there was no knowing if she was being hunted down as she ran, if she was caught it would only mean death.
Once she managed to get as far as Orlais, that was when she took time to stop. She hid herself among the shadows of the city, finally cutting away the strand of strings that kept her mouth sown shut, not enough to entirely keep her from opening it but enough that it had been able to prevent most talking above a whisper, to finally hear her own voice again shocked her. She had not heard it in years since she had become saarebas, now though she was free of that accursed title and free to learn to speak the native tongue of Thedas. She had to learn on her own for quite some time, listening and piecing what everything meant. She learned a lot from her time in Orlais. Eventually though she left Orlais and continued south, coming to the Free Marches and finding herself in the city of chains, Kirkwall. Here she sold herself off as a mercenary for hire, what else could she do? She had no useful skills besides the little knowledge of magic she had, being able to at least be a mercenary for hire allowed her to learn more about other cultures, the language that most spoke, and at least a little more magic. Her time in Orlais as well as Kirkwall left her feeling slightly jealous of the people she saw. How they had so much freedom to choose their paths they desired, something she never had. Even the Circle of Magi she looked with awe as well, seeing how the mages were treated.
Despite her awe though, she still holds some ideals of the Qun and finds that most people are, for lack of a better term, weak and gets agitated by those that take the little things they have for granted. She also frowns upon those mages that would make deals with demons, seeing them as weak and unfit for the life they have.
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His attire:
Character name:
Gavlan Drogoth
Age:
42
Species:
Dwarf
Class:
Beserker Warrior
Skills and talents:
His combat skills lie in two handed weapons, specifically he deals with great axes and great hammer weapons. Who says the small guy can pack a powerful punch to his foes? Gavlan skills as a warrior come from his years of training as being an enforcer of the laws in Orzammar as well as having to occasionally be sent into the Deep Roads with his fellow comrades when told too.
Beserk- The berserker flies into a rage, landing powerful blows for as long as this mode is active.
Mighty Blow- The warrior leaps into the air, crashing down on foes with tremendous force.
Giants Reach- The warrior's two-handed attacks rip through the air with such power that each generates a shockwave past the point of impact, effectively extending the weapon's reach.
Items:
His armor on his back and his mighty axe that is named Luca
Bio:
Gavlan grew up at first as a trader of Orzammar. His trade was that in weapons and armor with an occasional dabble of the other markets when he could afford to do so. Unfortunately Gavlan ran into tough times and was forced into making deals with a group of thugs that were called the Carta. His involvement lead to a slight relationship with the gang's leader Jarvia. The relationship didn't last long however with Jarvia pressing him to do more illegal actions then he wanted to. For his disobedience, his shop was destroyed and the law enforcement of Orzammar got an anonymous tip of his dealings with Carta. For his punishment it was either going to jail, becoming casteless, or going into the Deep Roads on expeditions. His choice was the Deep Roads. This was when he began learning his fighting prowess. From other warriors, either other criminals forced into the expeditions for punishment or Orzammars guards who volunteered for these dangerous jobs. Orzammar was the last Thaig and it was determined to not fall, in order to do that, they had to thin Darkspawn from time to time. These expedition were also used to traverse to lost Thaigs and find anything that might be of use to Orzammar, be it ancient texts or miscellaneous items that could fetch a price being sold to the outside world above Orzammar.
Even after his punishment was deemed over, he continued going on the expeditions into the Deep Roads, partially because it meant finding rare items he could sneak back to Orzammar and sell for some coin and partially because he enjoyed the fighting, he learned he had a knack of using an axe and fighting Darkspawn gave him some pleasure and entertainment. Plus he made friends in his merry band of outcasts who also continued these expeditions. They shared in good laughs and mead. Unfortunately all good things come to an end. While on one expedition into the Deep Roads, they were ambushed by Darkspawn. Gavlan was the only one to make it out alive. He feared that perhaps returning to Orzammar would not be a wise decision. All the men in the expedition were considered criminals, even if Gavlan had repaid his dues to society for his supposed crimes. Rather the return he looked for a means of leaving the Deep Road. It took him days to find one of the exits of the Deep Roads, but he did and found himself far from the moutain range of Orzammar that he called home. He felt like he was going to fall off the realm of Thedas with how open the world was. He had no idea where he was only where he couldn't go. So he made his way north, passing though Orlais, Nevarra, and the Free Marches before stopping in Kirkwall. Here is when he meant his partner in crime. Zeynep the Qunari mage. At first neither saw eye to eye on anything. Always bickering back and forth on how things should be done. Eventually though they found the means to get along and even enjoy each others company. Both were social outcasts. She a qunari mage and him an dwarf with no home. They used their talents to be hired out as mercenaries or smugglers in Kirkwall and soon Gavlan was well know for being a guy that could smuggle just about anything into Kirkwall's walls.
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Name: Sealameet
Dragon age: Adult
Age from hatching: 450 years
Gender: Male
Magic: He manipulates fire, able to create balls of flames around him or usually when enrage having it burst forth from the ground. He also of course breaths it but whats different is that the flames he shoots out of his mouth are blue oddly, meaning it's hotter then what is normally expected able to melt most of anything besides the strongest of metals. He also has a slight ability to understand wolves, not greatly though, just some things here and there.
His weakness with his ability is that the colder he gets, the less likely he will be able to use his fire manipulation.
Dragon looks:
Compact looks:
If one was able to get close enough and mess with his hair, they would notice two small horns coming out of his head. There are scales along the spine of his compact forms back and if one got close enough to his eyes they would realize that they aren't entirely circular and has another set of eyelids.
Personality: He's a somewhat impassive dragon at times, but despite how he may act, underneath it all he is a rather compassionate dragon who is devoted to protecting friends and family. He has a fondness of learning and a habit of hording ancient texts that he might of found on his ventures or got from now lost tribes. He doesn't back down from a challenge easily and can be stubborn over some topics he feels strong about.
Background: Born as the son of Sinh and Andraste, he grew up to be an adult within fifty years after his hatching. He was from the second clutch of eggs of the two somewhat ancient dragons so he has a rather large family, both older and younger then he. He was a rather odd dragon, born with two pairs of wings and rather abundant amount of fur going down his spine which only seemed to increase in amount as he aged. Once becoming an adult, rather finding a mate he decided more on traveling the world a bit and see the wonders it held as well as learn more about the odd race called humans, he was quite curious about them and wished to understand them unlike others. So after the ceremony he was off on his venture, traveling for two hundred years, visiting cities that are now gone or tribes of humans who had since past away. He has since found his own personal home which is away from dragons and humans where he keeps his horde of items that he has collected in quite a rather organized matter. In his ventures he has seen many things and has learned humans are perhaps just as complex as dragons are.
Since his return for the next festival, he shares many of his tales of adventure he had in that two hundred year world trip. He met many friends who he watch grow and pass away. Despite how sad it was to loose those friends he knows death is part of life and most creatures don't share the long life dragon's have. He came across many adventurers as well as a few wolf packs that he remains in contact with through their newer generations.
Dragon age: Adult
Age from hatching: 450 years
Gender: Male
Magic: He manipulates fire, able to create balls of flames around him or usually when enrage having it burst forth from the ground. He also of course breaths it but whats different is that the flames he shoots out of his mouth are blue oddly, meaning it's hotter then what is normally expected able to melt most of anything besides the strongest of metals. He also has a slight ability to understand wolves, not greatly though, just some things here and there.
His weakness with his ability is that the colder he gets, the less likely he will be able to use his fire manipulation.
Dragon looks:
Compact looks:
If one was able to get close enough and mess with his hair, they would notice two small horns coming out of his head. There are scales along the spine of his compact forms back and if one got close enough to his eyes they would realize that they aren't entirely circular and has another set of eyelids.
Personality: He's a somewhat impassive dragon at times, but despite how he may act, underneath it all he is a rather compassionate dragon who is devoted to protecting friends and family. He has a fondness of learning and a habit of hording ancient texts that he might of found on his ventures or got from now lost tribes. He doesn't back down from a challenge easily and can be stubborn over some topics he feels strong about.
Background: Born as the son of Sinh and Andraste, he grew up to be an adult within fifty years after his hatching. He was from the second clutch of eggs of the two somewhat ancient dragons so he has a rather large family, both older and younger then he. He was a rather odd dragon, born with two pairs of wings and rather abundant amount of fur going down his spine which only seemed to increase in amount as he aged. Once becoming an adult, rather finding a mate he decided more on traveling the world a bit and see the wonders it held as well as learn more about the odd race called humans, he was quite curious about them and wished to understand them unlike others. So after the ceremony he was off on his venture, traveling for two hundred years, visiting cities that are now gone or tribes of humans who had since past away. He has since found his own personal home which is away from dragons and humans where he keeps his horde of items that he has collected in quite a rather organized matter. In his ventures he has seen many things and has learned humans are perhaps just as complex as dragons are.
Since his return for the next festival, he shares many of his tales of adventure he had in that two hundred year world trip. He met many friends who he watch grow and pass away. Despite how sad it was to loose those friends he knows death is part of life and most creatures don't share the long life dragon's have. He came across many adventurers as well as a few wolf packs that he remains in contact with through their newer generations.
Name: Lucatiel
Dragon age: adult
Age from hatching: 327
Gender: Female
Magic: Crystal
-Has a crystal like breath that can paralyze foes if they stand in front of it for two long
-Can cause crystals to form around her as a defense mechanism.
-Have crystals rain down from the sky in front of her.
-Makes art out of her crystal abilities.
Dragon looks:
Compact looks:
Basically shown in the image itself. Her reptilian like eyes, slight horns on the front of head, clawed fingers. along with the odd fact she has a tail that she tries her best to keep hidden from view.
Personality: She's a rather social dragon that has no problem making friends with just about anyone she can. Though she appears intimidating and her magic could be somewhat considered dangerous, she is perhaps one of the nicest dragons you could come across. She hardly gets angered and tries to make those around her happy to the best of her abilities. She has a fascination with unique things be it odd glowing stones or other dragons.
Background: Lucatiel hatched and from the moment she hatched her parents knew something wasn't entirely right. When she entered the world, the world was dark and the world has always been dark. She was born blind, and not only that but her lower body hadn't formed properly as it should of. She had also hatched later then the other eggs in her clutch, her parents had nearly given up hope that the egg would ever hatch. When the egg did hatched, they then feared she wouldn't survive long but she pulled through and grew but she was entirely alone most of the time, her parents wanted to make sure she was safe and grew up healthy so few other dragons ever saw her and those that did tended to stay away due to her odd form. She didn't mind, growing up on her own. Her family was all the friends she needed. It was one older brother especially then she loved, that was her older brother Sealameet who upon seeing his sister, decided to help her when he could. He aided her whenever he was back from his journeys, helping her with her blindness. Over time she could make out shapes but color still alluded her. It wasn't until she gained her compact form could she see but even then that site hasn't always been the greatest.
She has remained near the tribe most of her life due to it being a safe haven for her. In her spare time she creates crystal artwork to entertain the younger generation.
Dragon age: adult
Age from hatching: 327
Gender: Female
Magic: Crystal
-Has a crystal like breath that can paralyze foes if they stand in front of it for two long
-Can cause crystals to form around her as a defense mechanism.
-Have crystals rain down from the sky in front of her.
-Makes art out of her crystal abilities.
Dragon looks:
Compact looks:
Basically shown in the image itself. Her reptilian like eyes, slight horns on the front of head, clawed fingers. along with the odd fact she has a tail that she tries her best to keep hidden from view.
Personality: She's a rather social dragon that has no problem making friends with just about anyone she can. Though she appears intimidating and her magic could be somewhat considered dangerous, she is perhaps one of the nicest dragons you could come across. She hardly gets angered and tries to make those around her happy to the best of her abilities. She has a fascination with unique things be it odd glowing stones or other dragons.
Background: Lucatiel hatched and from the moment she hatched her parents knew something wasn't entirely right. When she entered the world, the world was dark and the world has always been dark. She was born blind, and not only that but her lower body hadn't formed properly as it should of. She had also hatched later then the other eggs in her clutch, her parents had nearly given up hope that the egg would ever hatch. When the egg did hatched, they then feared she wouldn't survive long but she pulled through and grew but she was entirely alone most of the time, her parents wanted to make sure she was safe and grew up healthy so few other dragons ever saw her and those that did tended to stay away due to her odd form. She didn't mind, growing up on her own. Her family was all the friends she needed. It was one older brother especially then she loved, that was her older brother Sealameet who upon seeing his sister, decided to help her when he could. He aided her whenever he was back from his journeys, helping her with her blindness. Over time she could make out shapes but color still alluded her. It wasn't until she gained her compact form could she see but even then that site hasn't always been the greatest.
She has remained near the tribe most of her life due to it being a safe haven for her. In her spare time she creates crystal artwork to entertain the younger generation.
Name: Tahamuyra
Dragon age: Grandfather
Age from hatching: 1313
Gender: Male
Magic: Poison breath, it looks similar to flames but it is green in color and doesn't burn the foes but rather suffocates them of air or if the person is lucky to survive suffocation they die slowly of the poison the breathed in.
Dragon looks: Has a third eye in the middle of his forehead
Compact looks: Scales on back of neck, dragon eyes, and nails that are claws.
Personality: He's somewhat of a loner preferring solitude over being in large crowds though he is trying to be better around his own kind since his younger siblings seem to think he needs a life outside of his travels and perhaps a special someone which he doesn't understand. He's rather factual and blunt in most things.
Background: Born from the first clutch of his parents, he is perhaps the oldest in the family of his. His life has mostly been spent in solitude or in the presence of other dragons as he mostly avoided the town and villages of men and other creatures having no interest in them and feeling it best to let them be after everything that has happened between them. Unfortunately the two living relatives that always come to the festival try to drag him into trouble as well into the human realm which is the only reason he made himself a human form.
The big oddity of him having a third eye on the middle of his forehead is considered a blessing in his family, showing his bloodline to one of his ancestor's who bore a single red eye in the middle of his forehead himself.
(this is basically where the eye is located if you are wondering, just watch the trailer below to see what I'm talking about:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pV8mbFxZHO4)
Dragon age: Grandfather
Age from hatching: 1313
Gender: Male
Magic: Poison breath, it looks similar to flames but it is green in color and doesn't burn the foes but rather suffocates them of air or if the person is lucky to survive suffocation they die slowly of the poison the breathed in.
Dragon looks: Has a third eye in the middle of his forehead
Compact looks: Scales on back of neck, dragon eyes, and nails that are claws.
Personality: He's somewhat of a loner preferring solitude over being in large crowds though he is trying to be better around his own kind since his younger siblings seem to think he needs a life outside of his travels and perhaps a special someone which he doesn't understand. He's rather factual and blunt in most things.
Background: Born from the first clutch of his parents, he is perhaps the oldest in the family of his. His life has mostly been spent in solitude or in the presence of other dragons as he mostly avoided the town and villages of men and other creatures having no interest in them and feeling it best to let them be after everything that has happened between them. Unfortunately the two living relatives that always come to the festival try to drag him into trouble as well into the human realm which is the only reason he made himself a human form.
The big oddity of him having a third eye on the middle of his forehead is considered a blessing in his family, showing his bloodline to one of his ancestor's who bore a single red eye in the middle of his forehead himself.
(this is basically where the eye is located if you are wondering, just watch the trailer below to see what I'm talking about:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pV8mbFxZHO4)
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Member
Seen
2 mos ago
Name:Bartholomew Whitlock, but prefers being called Tholo
Nicknames/aliases: Tholo, Beast of Gevaudan, Howling Fist
Age:652 years
Gender:Male
Appearance/Looks:
Species:Werewolf
Sexual Preference: Hetero
Likes:
-Liquor
-A good fight
-The metallic smell of blood
-The occasional fling
-Working with metal (minus silver of course)
Dislikes:
-VAMPIRES (damn bloodsuckers are a plague XD)
-Silver
-French (Vampire that betrayed him was French, plus being born)
-Overly stubborn people
Bio:
Born in the year 1363 and led a rather normal life, no idea of what lived in the shadows of the world. For his work he had to travel across the moors of England, and it was on one of these trips that his life was forever changed. He remembers little of the attack that occurred in 1388, only that he barely survived and was lucky enough to stumble upon a farm house with someone who could treat his wounds. At the time all he could describe from the attack was that the creature was large, and appeared to be a wolf. He stayed at the residence long enough to have wounds heal but left there after. It wouldn't be until the first full moon did the gravity of the attack set in and make him question his reality.
The first full moon came and when the sun rose on the horizon, Bartholomew woke to a grizzly site set before him. His clothes were gone and the rib cage of a deer lie merely a few meters away, and looking down at himself he was covered in blood. In panic he ran, lucky enough that he was out in the country and no one saw him in such a crazed state. Once calmed, he managed to steal clothes from the first residence he came across, and cleaned himself in the nearest stream he could find. He tried to argue it off as a bad dream, and tried to push it from his mind, to try and return to his usual life. Then the next full moon came and he awoke nearly the same way. His mind rushed to what it all meant eventually going back to the attack and horror struck him and realization dawned that monsters were indeed real, and he was one now.
From that point forward he avoided most major cities in England, choosing small towns and villages to offer his expertise and only staying for a brief time of only a few days. That was how he lived his life for the next three years until finally finding others like him, who could teach him and make him realize that he shouldn't be afraid of what he had become but embrace and learn to adapt to it.
He met his first soulmate in his new pack, the alpha's daughter. He never knew what to expect from meeting the person who's name was etched on his skin but when his eyes landed upon her the first time, he knew that no one else mattered and wanted to be with her as long as he could. Within the year of joining the pack, he asked for her hand in marriage. Everything was perfect and shortly after they were expecting a child, his soulmate taking the risk of not changing with the moon for nine months. Unfortunately tragedy struck all to soon and that perfect dream shattered.
The year was 1392, He and a few other members were out hunting. At the time the pack were in the dealings of negotiating territory with a vampire, and things seemed to have been going well. The bloodsucker though was plotting and waiting, he saw an opportunity to remove what he deemed to be pests and acquire the land they lived upon. While the hunting party was away from what was suppose to be the final negotiations, the vampire struck. There was little remaining of the town when the hunting party returned. Tholo swiftly went looking for his soulmate and found her buried under rubble. She was alive but barely and Tholo had to watch in sorrow and horror as the life drained from her eyes loosing his wife and child. After having a funeral for the pack, most of those that remained left to find a new pack but Tholo only wanted one thing, and that was vengeance.
Tracking the murderous bloodsucker back to his normal hunting grounds, the small town of Gévaudan. To most just another village scattered with the others across the country of France but in truth it was a feeding grounds, a bunch of people who were nothing more then sheep to the eyes of its Shepard. There was where the trail went cold, he needed to draw the wretched creature from where it slumbered. So from that night, Tholo decided to catch a monster he would become a monster himself to take his vengeance.
Tholo disappeared that night replaced by what history would remember as the Beast of Gévaudan. For years he terrorized the small town of Gévaudan, waiting for it's Shepard to appear and make an attempt to stop the problem. Eventually the vampire did appear, annoyed that his underlings couldn't take care of what he deemed was a simple problem of removing vermin. Eventually the vampire killed a wolf, and deemed the problem solved and left, with Tholo following close of the vampire's trail. He tracked the vampire to its lair and found the wretched creature. While he could of killed the vampire while it slept, he waited for it to wake taking its life where he could watch the life drain from the bloodsuckers eyes.
Tholo thought that with vengeance his suffering would end but the pain did not go away. He left the ruins of the vampires lair and traveled France in misery still, becoming a hired hand for all those that desired. More tales were added to his name, some true, others made up, eventually it became hard to tell the two apart. What humanity remained began to seep back into him, though gone was the old Tholo, now he was much more abrasive and cold. Time seem to go by in blinks of an eye, each century going by with little meaning or purpose to him. After his last job as a hired hand he made the decision to leave Europe all together with the painful memories and head to America.
He arrived in America in the year 1810, only staying briefly in the city of New York before traversing into the wild west. He did not stop traveling days on end until finding himself in what later would be the state of Montana. Here he was 'captured' by the natives that lived on those lands for centuries, and found the next name etched upon his skin. While the natives had tales about the meaning of the names written on them, names blessed by the spirits and such, they did not trust Tholo easily and it took time for Tholo to gain their trust and allowed to walk freely amongst them. Eventually he was given a new name: Howling Fist. A name given after they discovered that to them he was a skin walker, and that fighting seem to just follow him around having been confronted by a few of the tribe and some of the Americans.
Tragedy was not done with Tholo yet however, his new wife became ill and nothing the shamans of the tribe did could help her, he even tried the aid of an American doctor but even he was not sure what ailment she had. Once more he could only watch as she suffered and slowly died, her last wish for him to end her suffering.
After her death he could not stay with the tribe and returned east, back to the city of New York where he made his home and territory.
Occupation:Writer and Private Detective
Country of Origin: England
Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Impassive, he's lost two soulmates all ready, he isn't going to get attached to a third right out the gate and even if he meets his new soulmate, doesn't mean he will fall for them. The name on his arm merely is a mark on him like the other scars that cover him and hasn't looked at the new blue writing even when it first appeared.
Soulmate: Béatrix de la Croix
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Name: Bartholomew Whitlock
Age:
Race: Werewolf
Alignment: Coven
Personality:
Appearance:
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Werewolf: Minus the extra stuff of course.
Weapons:
History:
Other:
Theme Song
Nicknames/aliases: Tholo, Beast of Gevaudan, Howling Fist
Age:652 years
Gender:Male
Appearance/Looks:
Species:Werewolf
Sexual Preference: Hetero
Likes:
-Liquor
-A good fight
-The metallic smell of blood
-The occasional fling
-Working with metal (minus silver of course)
Dislikes:
-VAMPIRES (damn bloodsuckers are a plague XD)
-Silver
-French (Vampire that betrayed him was French, plus being born)
-Overly stubborn people
Bio:
Born in the year 1363 and led a rather normal life, no idea of what lived in the shadows of the world. For his work he had to travel across the moors of England, and it was on one of these trips that his life was forever changed. He remembers little of the attack that occurred in 1388, only that he barely survived and was lucky enough to stumble upon a farm house with someone who could treat his wounds. At the time all he could describe from the attack was that the creature was large, and appeared to be a wolf. He stayed at the residence long enough to have wounds heal but left there after. It wouldn't be until the first full moon did the gravity of the attack set in and make him question his reality.
The first full moon came and when the sun rose on the horizon, Bartholomew woke to a grizzly site set before him. His clothes were gone and the rib cage of a deer lie merely a few meters away, and looking down at himself he was covered in blood. In panic he ran, lucky enough that he was out in the country and no one saw him in such a crazed state. Once calmed, he managed to steal clothes from the first residence he came across, and cleaned himself in the nearest stream he could find. He tried to argue it off as a bad dream, and tried to push it from his mind, to try and return to his usual life. Then the next full moon came and he awoke nearly the same way. His mind rushed to what it all meant eventually going back to the attack and horror struck him and realization dawned that monsters were indeed real, and he was one now.
From that point forward he avoided most major cities in England, choosing small towns and villages to offer his expertise and only staying for a brief time of only a few days. That was how he lived his life for the next three years until finally finding others like him, who could teach him and make him realize that he shouldn't be afraid of what he had become but embrace and learn to adapt to it.
He met his first soulmate in his new pack, the alpha's daughter. He never knew what to expect from meeting the person who's name was etched on his skin but when his eyes landed upon her the first time, he knew that no one else mattered and wanted to be with her as long as he could. Within the year of joining the pack, he asked for her hand in marriage. Everything was perfect and shortly after they were expecting a child, his soulmate taking the risk of not changing with the moon for nine months. Unfortunately tragedy struck all to soon and that perfect dream shattered.
The year was 1392, He and a few other members were out hunting. At the time the pack were in the dealings of negotiating territory with a vampire, and things seemed to have been going well. The bloodsucker though was plotting and waiting, he saw an opportunity to remove what he deemed to be pests and acquire the land they lived upon. While the hunting party was away from what was suppose to be the final negotiations, the vampire struck. There was little remaining of the town when the hunting party returned. Tholo swiftly went looking for his soulmate and found her buried under rubble. She was alive but barely and Tholo had to watch in sorrow and horror as the life drained from her eyes loosing his wife and child. After having a funeral for the pack, most of those that remained left to find a new pack but Tholo only wanted one thing, and that was vengeance.
Tracking the murderous bloodsucker back to his normal hunting grounds, the small town of Gévaudan. To most just another village scattered with the others across the country of France but in truth it was a feeding grounds, a bunch of people who were nothing more then sheep to the eyes of its Shepard. There was where the trail went cold, he needed to draw the wretched creature from where it slumbered. So from that night, Tholo decided to catch a monster he would become a monster himself to take his vengeance.
Tholo disappeared that night replaced by what history would remember as the Beast of Gévaudan. For years he terrorized the small town of Gévaudan, waiting for it's Shepard to appear and make an attempt to stop the problem. Eventually the vampire did appear, annoyed that his underlings couldn't take care of what he deemed was a simple problem of removing vermin. Eventually the vampire killed a wolf, and deemed the problem solved and left, with Tholo following close of the vampire's trail. He tracked the vampire to its lair and found the wretched creature. While he could of killed the vampire while it slept, he waited for it to wake taking its life where he could watch the life drain from the bloodsuckers eyes.
Tholo thought that with vengeance his suffering would end but the pain did not go away. He left the ruins of the vampires lair and traveled France in misery still, becoming a hired hand for all those that desired. More tales were added to his name, some true, others made up, eventually it became hard to tell the two apart. What humanity remained began to seep back into him, though gone was the old Tholo, now he was much more abrasive and cold. Time seem to go by in blinks of an eye, each century going by with little meaning or purpose to him. After his last job as a hired hand he made the decision to leave Europe all together with the painful memories and head to America.
He arrived in America in the year 1810, only staying briefly in the city of New York before traversing into the wild west. He did not stop traveling days on end until finding himself in what later would be the state of Montana. Here he was 'captured' by the natives that lived on those lands for centuries, and found the next name etched upon his skin. While the natives had tales about the meaning of the names written on them, names blessed by the spirits and such, they did not trust Tholo easily and it took time for Tholo to gain their trust and allowed to walk freely amongst them. Eventually he was given a new name: Howling Fist. A name given after they discovered that to them he was a skin walker, and that fighting seem to just follow him around having been confronted by a few of the tribe and some of the Americans.
Tragedy was not done with Tholo yet however, his new wife became ill and nothing the shamans of the tribe did could help her, he even tried the aid of an American doctor but even he was not sure what ailment she had. Once more he could only watch as she suffered and slowly died, her last wish for him to end her suffering.
After her death he could not stay with the tribe and returned east, back to the city of New York where he made his home and territory.
Occupation:Writer and Private Detective
Country of Origin: England
Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Impassive, he's lost two soulmates all ready, he isn't going to get attached to a third right out the gate and even if he meets his new soulmate, doesn't mean he will fall for them. The name on his arm merely is a mark on him like the other scars that cover him and hasn't looked at the new blue writing even when it first appeared.
Soulmate: Béatrix de la Croix
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Name: Bartholomew Whitlock
Age:
Race: Werewolf
Alignment: Coven
Personality:
Appearance:
Werewolf: Minus the extra stuff of course.
Weapons:
History:
Other:
Theme Song
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Member
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Adala Posner
Scorn
(Image for the face paint that's all this is for)
{"Insanity is just a synonym for imagination."}
- ScornThe Basics
Name
Adala Ann Posner
Nicknames
Ada- Simply a shorter version of her real name that came up during her grade school years and few use in the present time.
Code Name
Scorn
Age
29
Birthdate
January 13, 1988
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bisexual
Role
Attacker | Stealth
(Image for her claws which are her weapons)
{"I don't suffer from insanity. I enjoy every minute of it."}
Digging Deep
In-Depth Appearance
Her skin is pale nearly white. She always has her skull face however, never going outside without painting it on so few know what lies under the skull. Her eyes are a haunting vibrant orange that seem to glow unnaturally. It doesn't matter if she has a t shirt or a sweat shirt the one thing she always has on is her skull hoodie. She primarily wears a t-shirt and shorts with simple shoes and long stockings. Not much changes between that and what she has in the field except for the added skull shoulder pads, the boots, gas mask, and skeleton gloves.
Habits and Quirks
- Her face has to always have the skull painted on. No exceptions.
- Habit of talking to herself constantly, having full conversations with herself.
- Loves pulling jokes on her unsuspecting comrades.
- Always wearing the skeleton hoodie.
- Moving her hands while expressing herself
Likes
- Weapons
- Video Games
- Hard rock or heavy metal
- A good fight
- Drawing
Dislikes
- Modern music
- Silence
- Authority
- Spiders
- Sitting still
Fears
- Entrapment, then being forgotten
- Loosing everything she holds dear and slipping further into her own mind.
Personality
Adala has most of her marbles, emphasis on most. After her metal break down at age sixteen, all the pieces haven't quite gone back to the original places leaving her hyperactive and a mind that most would deem a mess and needs to see someone for help. It doesn't mean she can't focus on a task, just that she is prone to either improvise or go and do something else. At times this makes her speak to herself. On the plus side it keeps her mostly in a good mood, best not to piss her off because she holds a grudge like no other and can be patient for her revenge.
She does suffer from PTSD after what her father did to her as well as what the rehabilitation center's torture methods. For the most part she keeps this secret to herself self medicating herself by taking what she needs when she can. This doesn't stop the nightmares and night terrors but helps her during the daylight hours.
She does suffer from PTSD after what her father did to her as well as what the rehabilitation center's torture methods. For the most part she keeps this secret to herself self medicating herself by taking what she needs when she can. This doesn't stop the nightmares and night terrors but helps her during the daylight hours.
{"I'm not crazy! No wait... Maybe I am crazy... One second, I have to talk to myself about this."}
Origins
Background
Adala was born into a broken family to put it mildly. She grew up neglected and rejected by her alcoholic father and abusive stepmother. She never got a chance to meet her real mother who up and abandoned her and her father after her birth. Despite the negative home life though she managed to be a happy little girl thinking on the positive and being oblivious to the grim truth's that haunted her house life. To her if she felt the wraith of her parents it meant she must of done something wrong and deserved it, even if she could never figure out the reason they would be so mad at her. Her false reality came crumbling however shortly before the war began. Her father eventually did unspeakable things to her which shattered the facade she had lived it but from the pieces came a new being that she has since embraced as her true self.
A disturbance call would have the police discover Adala outside a blazing home laughing and cackling away in pleasure at the site. She would be charged with murder though eventually the charges would be dropped due to a plea of insanity and stacking evidence of her parents neglect and endangerment. She was sent to a rehabilitation center to try and help her with the damaged caused to her along with the addition of PTSD attacks that was observed after her arrest. This rehabilitation center would be where she would spend six years of her life in a new hell. The experiments done on her were new forms of augmentation that was kept well under wraps by those running the asylum. Any shred of humanity left her while trapped in that prison. She would have the last laugh however. She escape on a stormy night, using her new augmentations on her captors before disappearing into the darkness of the night. She didn't reappear until a year later working as a hired gun with a partner until they parted ways, and eventually making a deal with the terrorist organization T.A.L.O.N.
A disturbance call would have the police discover Adala outside a blazing home laughing and cackling away in pleasure at the site. She would be charged with murder though eventually the charges would be dropped due to a plea of insanity and stacking evidence of her parents neglect and endangerment. She was sent to a rehabilitation center to try and help her with the damaged caused to her along with the addition of PTSD attacks that was observed after her arrest. This rehabilitation center would be where she would spend six years of her life in a new hell. The experiments done on her were new forms of augmentation that was kept well under wraps by those running the asylum. Any shred of humanity left her while trapped in that prison. She would have the last laugh however. She escape on a stormy night, using her new augmentations on her captors before disappearing into the darkness of the night. She didn't reappear until a year later working as a hired gun with a partner until they parted ways, and eventually making a deal with the terrorist organization T.A.L.O.N.
Place of Origin
Austin, Texas
Family
Jonhathan Posner (Deceased): Her father a drunk who blamed Ada for her mother leaving and took out his frustrations on her while she was a young girl. To say Adala got the last laugh is an understatement.
Ashley Wheatly (Deceased): The woman who Adala had to call her mother, or step mother. Ashley simply ignored Adala mostly, she wanted nothing with her except at times to use Adala as a punching bag or take out verbal frustrations. Adala eventually made her eat her words literally.
Chuckles: Her accomplice for a long time after she escaped the hospital. Current whereabouts are unknown and how the two were separated is a mystery. (I might make him as another character eventually)
Ashley Wheatly (Deceased): The woman who Adala had to call her mother, or step mother. Ashley simply ignored Adala mostly, she wanted nothing with her except at times to use Adala as a punching bag or take out verbal frustrations. Adala eventually made her eat her words literally.
Chuckles: Her accomplice for a long time after she escaped the hospital. Current whereabouts are unknown and how the two were separated is a mystery. (I might make him as another character eventually)
Abilities
Passive: Shadow-Stalk - Scorn stealths when moving in shadowed areas, she gains stronger stealth depending on the shadows extent and darkness. She gains additional movement speed as well, that gets stronger the more she is stealthed.
Weapon: Claws - A short-range attack that replaces her quick-melee as well as regular attacks. Strikes quickly and deals decent DPS. She has no ranged option.
Ability 1: Lunging Strike - Does a short lunge and deals damage at whatever enemy gets in the way. Only strikes one target. This move has higher range and critically strikes from stealth. If the attack lands on an enemy's back, the move can be used again after a brief moment.
Ability 2: Disappear - Scorn will jump into the nearest patch of stealth and fully stealth for a small moment. If there is no shadow to jump to, she will jump backwards by default and stealth briefly. This move has no damage component.
Ultimate: Nightmare - Scorn will plunge the area into darkness, granting her essentially full stealth within that area so long as she is there, she will still be seen if they are close enough to her. This move has no damage component, but will let her capitalize on her passive and lunge to the fullest potential. Do note once more, in this mode, all her Lunging Strikes will critically strike, and she will move incredibly fast with stealth.
Weapon: Claws - A short-range attack that replaces her quick-melee as well as regular attacks. Strikes quickly and deals decent DPS. She has no ranged option.
Ability 1: Lunging Strike - Does a short lunge and deals damage at whatever enemy gets in the way. Only strikes one target. This move has higher range and critically strikes from stealth. If the attack lands on an enemy's back, the move can be used again after a brief moment.
Ability 2: Disappear - Scorn will jump into the nearest patch of stealth and fully stealth for a small moment. If there is no shadow to jump to, she will jump backwards by default and stealth briefly. This move has no damage component.
Ultimate: Nightmare - Scorn will plunge the area into darkness, granting her essentially full stealth within that area so long as she is there, she will still be seen if they are close enough to her. This move has no damage component, but will let her capitalize on her passive and lunge to the fullest potential. Do note once more, in this mode, all her Lunging Strikes will critically strike, and she will move incredibly fast with stealth.
Weapons
Claws augmented to her body.
Extra
She has haemolacria, a rare condition where rather then crying tears, she cries blood. Experimentation can lead to... Some undesirable after effects (it will be mentioned in the first few posts I just want a little surprise).
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Aela Theraphos
Name: Aela Theraphos
Nickname: Legs
Age: 24
Species: Large Breed Arachne
Description:
She is a large arachne standing around eight feet tall. Her skin tone is pale white, nearly matching the fur color of the arachne half of her body. On each leg there are two separate rows of red fur. The end of her legs and pedipalps have black chitin. On her thorax is the shape of a simple spiral that is the matches the red that is on her legs. Her hair is is seemingly died red matching in color to her six eyes.
Close in shape to this image:
Shape on thorax:
Personality:
While Aela desires to show the world that a Large Breed Arachne can succeed in the Exchange Program, she still suffers from the typical issues that the Large Breed Arachnes have, commonly that means that she has a short fuse and can be quick to anger at times. Still she has dedicated herself to her task and works hard to keep that part of her down, finding different means to take out her built up aggression, commonly through sewing or knitting.
While she does try to do the best on first impressions she can still come off as rather aggressive, perhaps due to her imposing size over most others. Despite this she seemingly has a soft spot for children though if asked about it she will swiftly deny it.
Despite her quick temper that she tries to hide, she actually hates conflict as a whole and rather avoid it most of the time if possible.
Occupation:
Self taught seamstress
History:
Aela is a Large Breed Arachne who joined the Exchange Program for one reason and one reason only: To prove a Large Breed Arachne can succeed in the Exchange Program. In the early days of the Exchange Program there were several incidents involving Large Breed Arachne attacking their handlers, causing them to be banned from the program, and were the first species as a whole barred from it. They were, and to some degree still are, used by those against the program and Liminals in general as a symbol of their cause. Aela adamantly wants to show that her people can be more than what people thinks they are, so she attempted to convince the people of the Exchange Program to use her as a test case, but there wasn't really anyone willing to host her. At least, up until this point of time when she has managed to finally catch a break.
Her goal though has put her in a rather odd place, whatever family she had among her kind, has all but abandoned her due to what she desires, having turn their own backs toward the Exchange Program and other species entirely, and the fact that most other races are still wary of her kind. Despite the odds though she can't wait to she the world that they are wrong about her and her kind can succeed in this new changing world without violence.
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RWBY Character
Color Theme: Garnet
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Deer (antlers)
Build: Medium size
Height: 5ft 10in (head to feet), 6ft 6in (tip of antlers to feet)
Weight:167lbs
Personality: Ezekiel, or Zeke as he prefers to be called instead, is a relatively calm individual, with his own values and virtues. He knows when to talk, when to communicate, and when to share his own wisdom, thus marking him as one to keep remarkable silence. He can be brutally honest, and won't hesitate from telling someone the truth. He never sugar-coats things. Zeke can be a loose cannon when angered. It can be very difficult to calm him down, but he often finds his release in destroying things. He doesn't favor working with others, but will do it if he has to. Zeke is a loner, and will often be seen doing things by himself. He loves to train and make himself better, because he believes that there is always room for improvement. He is not one for confrontation, because he knows his temper must be controlled at all costs. He can be quite stubborn, and does find combat to settle most things, but Zeke tends to force himself to agree that peace-talking is the best way to go. Zeke is a very steadfast and stolid person. He is also very strong and loyal.
Backstory:Being born a Faunus, Zeke was always teased. He hails from a small cottage on the far outskirts of Mistral, that being at least a mile or two from open society of the kingdom. For the first beginning years of his life, he was taught his weapon mechanics by his parents, as well as the wandering wisdom-filled uncle. But, for the most part, he was very self-taught in his art of fighting and semblance-usage. This was where he had learned to be more of a loner than be around many people. She became in tune with animals, as they were the only company he had really needed. Once old enough, Zeke was enrolled in Haven Academy and began training there. Like any Faunus, however, he was teased for his extra appendages and hybrid genes. His peers knew how to push his buttons, up to the point where the boy had learned both his hotheadedness as well as his patience. Of course, he never really had any friends, except for the occasional Faunus that he had happened to clique with. That was always at a minimal chance, so Zeke had learned that friends don't assist you in any way except for hurting you. He had taken in the lesson that purebred humans were untrustworthy beings that were incredible backstabbers to those who they gain the trust of.
Zeke—after 3 years at Haven Academy—had finally been drafted to a more prestigious academy. And that was Beacon. Finally, a place where he would be accepted for what he was. Somewhere where he would be in rankings because of his skill, not his breed. he was ecstatic, but, being such a stubborn boy (as well as being one that had learned to be nonchalant about most things), he didn't show such an emotion. Zeke had packed up his belongings right away, and began to manage and repair his weapon, as well as refine his own spirit. Beacon was the change he was looking for, and was definitely something he was going to be excited for.
Weapon: Virtus and Vitium
Weapon Description: A twin set of tonfa's that can double as close range explosive rounds, and medium range pistols. The longer ends of the tonfa are where the close range explosive rounds are fired from, usually in combination of close melee combat to push the opposition back or cause them to falter. The shorter ends of the tonfa can be used as semi automatic pistols, with the clip being loaded in the handles of the tonfas. Commonly the pistols are used in fights that put some range between opponents and Zeke.
(If you want an idea on how it works, at the exploding part, watch a bit of this)
youtube.com/watch?v=x4VkjxXFU9o
Semblance: Body Breaker
Semblance Description: Removes the persons limiter which increases the persons strength,speed,and senses immeasurably and continues to do so while the Semblance is still on this also turns off the persons pain sensors of the body so the person can fight to his/her content.
The overall weakness to this semblance is that the person can only maintain this state depending on their aura level if they run out the semblance turns off and the person is completely exhausted and the body will experience aching pain depending on what the person did during the Body Breaker state which leaves him/her open for attack.
Emblem:
Combat Outfit Image/Description: Zekes combat outfit can be seen in the appearance image. It normally consists of the brown leather vest with a button up shirt underneath. Dark jeans cover his lower half and wears a pair of gloves on his hands. His wears a pair of boots when in combat.
Casual Outfit Image/Description: His casual attire mostly consists of a plain white button up shirt, jeans, and a pair of normal shoes.
Theme: Leave it All Behind
Quote: “What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common"
Ezekiel 'Zeke' Garnetus
Color Theme: Garnet
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Deer (antlers)
Build: Medium size
Height: 5ft 10in (head to feet), 6ft 6in (tip of antlers to feet)
Weight:167lbs
Personality: Ezekiel, or Zeke as he prefers to be called instead, is a relatively calm individual, with his own values and virtues. He knows when to talk, when to communicate, and when to share his own wisdom, thus marking him as one to keep remarkable silence. He can be brutally honest, and won't hesitate from telling someone the truth. He never sugar-coats things. Zeke can be a loose cannon when angered. It can be very difficult to calm him down, but he often finds his release in destroying things. He doesn't favor working with others, but will do it if he has to. Zeke is a loner, and will often be seen doing things by himself. He loves to train and make himself better, because he believes that there is always room for improvement. He is not one for confrontation, because he knows his temper must be controlled at all costs. He can be quite stubborn, and does find combat to settle most things, but Zeke tends to force himself to agree that peace-talking is the best way to go. Zeke is a very steadfast and stolid person. He is also very strong and loyal.
Backstory:Being born a Faunus, Zeke was always teased. He hails from a small cottage on the far outskirts of Mistral, that being at least a mile or two from open society of the kingdom. For the first beginning years of his life, he was taught his weapon mechanics by his parents, as well as the wandering wisdom-filled uncle. But, for the most part, he was very self-taught in his art of fighting and semblance-usage. This was where he had learned to be more of a loner than be around many people. She became in tune with animals, as they were the only company he had really needed. Once old enough, Zeke was enrolled in Haven Academy and began training there. Like any Faunus, however, he was teased for his extra appendages and hybrid genes. His peers knew how to push his buttons, up to the point where the boy had learned both his hotheadedness as well as his patience. Of course, he never really had any friends, except for the occasional Faunus that he had happened to clique with. That was always at a minimal chance, so Zeke had learned that friends don't assist you in any way except for hurting you. He had taken in the lesson that purebred humans were untrustworthy beings that were incredible backstabbers to those who they gain the trust of.
Zeke—after 3 years at Haven Academy—had finally been drafted to a more prestigious academy. And that was Beacon. Finally, a place where he would be accepted for what he was. Somewhere where he would be in rankings because of his skill, not his breed. he was ecstatic, but, being such a stubborn boy (as well as being one that had learned to be nonchalant about most things), he didn't show such an emotion. Zeke had packed up his belongings right away, and began to manage and repair his weapon, as well as refine his own spirit. Beacon was the change he was looking for, and was definitely something he was going to be excited for.
Weapon: Virtus and Vitium
Weapon Description: A twin set of tonfa's that can double as close range explosive rounds, and medium range pistols. The longer ends of the tonfa are where the close range explosive rounds are fired from, usually in combination of close melee combat to push the opposition back or cause them to falter. The shorter ends of the tonfa can be used as semi automatic pistols, with the clip being loaded in the handles of the tonfas. Commonly the pistols are used in fights that put some range between opponents and Zeke.
(If you want an idea on how it works, at the exploding part, watch a bit of this)
youtube.com/watch?v=x4VkjxXFU9o
Semblance: Body Breaker
Semblance Description: Removes the persons limiter which increases the persons strength,speed,and senses immeasurably and continues to do so while the Semblance is still on this also turns off the persons pain sensors of the body so the person can fight to his/her content.
The overall weakness to this semblance is that the person can only maintain this state depending on their aura level if they run out the semblance turns off and the person is completely exhausted and the body will experience aching pain depending on what the person did during the Body Breaker state which leaves him/her open for attack.
Emblem:
Combat Outfit Image/Description: Zekes combat outfit can be seen in the appearance image. It normally consists of the brown leather vest with a button up shirt underneath. Dark jeans cover his lower half and wears a pair of gloves on his hands. His wears a pair of boots when in combat.
Casual Outfit Image/Description: His casual attire mostly consists of a plain white button up shirt, jeans, and a pair of normal shoes.
Theme: Leave it All Behind
Quote: “What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common"
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Digimon RP Idea
This idea is an attempt at trying to combine most of the Digimon series (mostly the first three seasons with a sprinkling of the others).
In 1986 Janyu Wong (Henry's father from Digimon Tamers) and several colleagues, made an attempt to create artificial life. During their attempts they discovered the Digital World, a parallel reality created by Earth’s interlinked electronics network, along with the inhabitants of this world, Digimon. Before having a chance to fully catalogue what they had discovered funding was pulled and the project froze. Any and all assets of the discovery of the digital world were taken or destroyed.
Hypnos's original purpose was to monitor the electronic communications of half the Earth as a SIGINT system for the Japanese government. Because of the legal issues of violating privacy, Hypnos was kept secret from the public. However, Hypnos discovered Digimon (termed "Wild Ones") who entered the real world. As a result, the agency's new objective is to detect Digimon when they Bio-Emerge in the real world and to prevent it if possible. Any possible breach they would cover up. Most Bio-Emerge's were prevented as they were stopped as they were detected with the few that did managed to enter the real world easily contained up until 1995 when a Greymon fought a Parrotmon. While it was one of the first major Bio-Emerge's Hypnos had to deal with it had been easy to cover up with the idea of an earthquake being the culprit of the damages due to the lack of eye witnesses due to the time of the Bio-Emergence happened.
This point of time in 1999, Digimon Adventures happen, go through that series and done, Hypnos once more keeps the existence of the Digital World under wraps. Digimon Adventures 02 comes in the year 2002, go through that series and done. Once more a cover up though questions start speculating around. At which point Hypnos gets into contact with several old members of the Monster Makers team and coordinates the making of a Digimon television series, video game series, and card game as a means of getting the public use to the idea of Digimon. It started to seem only a matter of time before the world found out of the Digital World.
The other Digital Adventures for The Digidestined that happen in 2003 and 2005 happen and of course the public remains for the most part unaware.
In comes Digimon Tamers series. Three years after Digimon Adventure Tri. Currently the Digimon Television series is Digimon Data Squad (see we will be using the other series... kind of). Here we have Takato, Henry, and Rika, with there digimon partners Guilmon, Terriermon, and Renamon. They are among the first recorded instances of digimon finding tamers outside of the Digidestined. Hypnos is dealing with a great deal of Bio-Emergences, more then they previously ever had to deal with before. Now we go through the tamer series and then done, with the world finally coming to know the existence of the DigiWorld.
Shoutmon X7F Superior Mode (probably should think of a better name for him) is the supposed first Digimon that ever existed in the Digital World, and the King of all Digimon though after the birth of the Digital World and its inhabitants the Digimon King Disappeared after the Great War with his wereabouts unknown.
The Five Warriors of Justice and Five Warriors of Evil were said to come after the Digimon King, Warriors to maintain the balance of the digital world. A great war divided the digital world though shortly after the defeat of MegaDarknessBagramon by the Digimon King, the knights disappeared, only relics remain of them and are said to be able to bring the great king back or the destruction of the digital world depending on whose hands they are in.
This idea is an attempt at trying to combine most of the Digimon series (mostly the first three seasons with a sprinkling of the others).
In 1986 Janyu Wong (Henry's father from Digimon Tamers) and several colleagues, made an attempt to create artificial life. During their attempts they discovered the Digital World, a parallel reality created by Earth’s interlinked electronics network, along with the inhabitants of this world, Digimon. Before having a chance to fully catalogue what they had discovered funding was pulled and the project froze. Any and all assets of the discovery of the digital world were taken or destroyed.
Hypnos's original purpose was to monitor the electronic communications of half the Earth as a SIGINT system for the Japanese government. Because of the legal issues of violating privacy, Hypnos was kept secret from the public. However, Hypnos discovered Digimon (termed "Wild Ones") who entered the real world. As a result, the agency's new objective is to detect Digimon when they Bio-Emerge in the real world and to prevent it if possible. Any possible breach they would cover up. Most Bio-Emerge's were prevented as they were stopped as they were detected with the few that did managed to enter the real world easily contained up until 1995 when a Greymon fought a Parrotmon. While it was one of the first major Bio-Emerge's Hypnos had to deal with it had been easy to cover up with the idea of an earthquake being the culprit of the damages due to the lack of eye witnesses due to the time of the Bio-Emergence happened.
This point of time in 1999, Digimon Adventures happen, go through that series and done, Hypnos once more keeps the existence of the Digital World under wraps. Digimon Adventures 02 comes in the year 2002, go through that series and done. Once more a cover up though questions start speculating around. At which point Hypnos gets into contact with several old members of the Monster Makers team and coordinates the making of a Digimon television series, video game series, and card game as a means of getting the public use to the idea of Digimon. It started to seem only a matter of time before the world found out of the Digital World.
The other Digital Adventures for The Digidestined that happen in 2003 and 2005 happen and of course the public remains for the most part unaware.
In comes Digimon Tamers series. Three years after Digimon Adventure Tri. Currently the Digimon Television series is Digimon Data Squad (see we will be using the other series... kind of). Here we have Takato, Henry, and Rika, with there digimon partners Guilmon, Terriermon, and Renamon. They are among the first recorded instances of digimon finding tamers outside of the Digidestined. Hypnos is dealing with a great deal of Bio-Emergences, more then they previously ever had to deal with before. Now we go through the tamer series and then done, with the world finally coming to know the existence of the DigiWorld.
Shoutmon X7F Superior Mode (probably should think of a better name for him) is the supposed first Digimon that ever existed in the Digital World, and the King of all Digimon though after the birth of the Digital World and its inhabitants the Digimon King Disappeared after the Great War with his wereabouts unknown.
The Five Warriors of Justice and Five Warriors of Evil were said to come after the Digimon King, Warriors to maintain the balance of the digital world. A great war divided the digital world though shortly after the defeat of MegaDarknessBagramon by the Digimon King, the knights disappeared, only relics remain of them and are said to be able to bring the great king back or the destruction of the digital world depending on whose hands they are in.
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Name: Sidia
Species: Lycanroc (Midnight)
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Appearance:
Except you know the usual red/maroon colored fur and red eyes that midnight Lycanroc's normally have
History:
Personality:
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Species: Lycanroc (Midnight)
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Appearance:
Except you know the usual red/maroon colored fur and red eyes that midnight Lycanroc's normally have
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