Vault of Rising Thunder.

[Raijinslayer]

My Hider

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Character's Real Name, Age 20's-40's(b. 19XX)
_{Based in California, Oakland
Active since approximately varied}

Character Concept

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Blade but American, a recently returned from the Vietnam war and having joined the Black panther party

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Key Notes

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References / Sample Post

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S C A R L E T

Character's Real Name, Age 17(b. 1951)
_{Based in NYC, New York
Active since approximately 1-3 months ago}

Character Concept

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A Monser in the Making(?)
Cletus is a kid who feels trapped and weak, having to suck up to an alcoholic step-father who's just as likely to strike him as he is to try and talk to the boy if he does anything out of hand and fear disappointing a mother who tries her best to be understanding but also expects the world of her little boy. He spends every day having to deal with hazing and bullies, eager to push him around because they know no one will stick up for him and that he won't fight back. Most of all, he has to stand firm against dark desires he's had since he was small, looking at ants and spiders, lizards and rats, anything that he could get his hands on . . . that was to weak to fight back.

Cletus doesn't want to hurt people. He doesn't want to like having that power, that control that comes from holding the life of another being in his hands. But one night, as he a pair of bullies took things a bit too far. . . he found something. His memories of the events were foggy, filled with only blood, screams, and. . . freedom. The purest, most unburdened sense of freedom he had ever experienced in his young life. But when he woke up in his bed the next day, he was not alone. Another now shared his body, his mind, his experiences, and most concerningly, his urges.

Ever since his transformation, Cletus has tried his best to keep a handle on this new being, whom he has taken to call Red due to its scarlet coloration.

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Key Notes

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Cletus wants to join the Navy, seeing it as an escape from his issues and his rough home life/

References / Sample Post

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The Thief, Reformed

“[ ] is a good kid. Deserves better than he got with me, but I'll be damned if I won't give him the best I got. It's the least I can do for. . . it's the least I can do. Just know, I would kill for his safety. Nothing, not even my own life, is more important than making sure he's safe. I made a promise, and I intend to keep it.”

N A M E

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First and Last.

A G E

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mid-to-late 20's

O R I G I N

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Homeland and Locale if applicable.

V I S A G E

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Description of appearance.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

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Description of personality or list of traits and quirks.

L I F E E X P E R I E N C E S

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Description of their relative history. Something put them on the path against the imperium, against the church and it's inquisitors. Doesn't need to be a novel.

E L E M E N T A L A F F I N I T Y

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Sanctus

A T T R I B U T E S

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Weapons of Light:

A Jailer of the Accursed:

A Life left Behind, But Never Forgotten:

A Duty to be Fufilled, to Bring Dark to the Light:

The Heir of Curses

“We. . . I hear whispers, sometimes. [ ] tells me not to think to much about them, but I know it bothers him. I try not to let him know that I know. . . you know? Makes him worry about us-I mean,. . me. I mean me.”

N A M E

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First and Last.

A G E

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16

O R I G I N

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Homeland and Locale if applicable.

V I S A G E

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Description of appearance.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

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Description of personality or list of traits and quirks.

L I F E E X P E R I E N C E S

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Description of their relative history. Something put them on the path against the imperium, against the church and it's inquisitors. Doesn't need to be a novel.

E L E M E N T A L A F F I N I T Y

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M a l u m

A T T R I B U T E S

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Shadows of Yore:

A Talent for Archery:

A Voice from Beyond Shadow, A Strength that Saps Life:

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Vacuo.

A fierce land bearing a history of struggle, independence, and communal survival. To live here is to fend against vicious grimm unlike anything you've ever seen, to withstand the blazing heat or chilling colds of the desert wastes, and hope that the bandits and marauders who call those wastes home never find your defenses wanting. It is a land that often seems to reject the very concept of habitability and devour settlement after settlement down into its dusty gullet beneath the sands. But as dangerous and unruly the land proves to be, the people who call it home are ever more so.

Stubborn survivalists to every man, woman, and child, the people of Vacuo are a rambunctious lot who see every obstacle as just a challenge to overcome, every danger as a thrilling experience to toughen their hides and prove their mettle, and never give in to the pressures of their home. They are as wild as they are welcoming, the need to survive often overcoming most forms of petty animosity. But this sense of community is as much a curse as it is a blessing. For as friendly as they appear in the moment, Vacuans possess a long memory. They remember clearly, in tales told around campfires, the oppression they once faced from the nations of Mantle and Mistral, of the strict rule of such foreign powers that nearly burned the world in their desires to control it all.

And that is where you come in, an aspiring Huntsman or Huntress of Shade Academy, seeking to be one of the brave men and women who defend Vacuo from all threats and hardships that come her way. But just like the land they call home, many Vacuans react somewhat poorly to the Huntsman of Shade. They fear the power we hold, watching our every move in preparation for an over-reach that could signal the possible beginning of a new tyrant. The balance of powers and responsibility between Shade Academy and the governing bodies of the large nomadic cities that make up the heads of Vacuo has always been tenuous at best, as Shade must always prove its efficacy at managing the whole of the Kingdom as it does, while also being careful not to make moves that remove too much autonomy from the other cities. And that has grown ever more difficult now more than ever.

With Grimm activity and bandit raids occurring all across the kingdom at an all-time high and many local governments questioning the necessity of Shade academy as an institution. . . it is up to you, fine students, to prove them wrong. You must go out and show them that Shade is more than ready, but capable of taking out these new threats. From this moment on, you represent Shade Academy as young Hunts, am aspiring to greatness, a defender of the stubborn, ornery, and downright nasty piece of work that we Vacuans are proud to call our Home.

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Chasing Shadows aims to be a sort of mix of some of the best parts of both early RWBY and the more recent Volumes to make an engaging RP with a focus on exploring characters, collaborating with your fellow role-players to enable fun plots and character moments, cool anime shenanigans, and so on and so forth.

As stated in the above blurb, this RP takes place in the Kingdom of Vacuo, a rough desert wasteland filled with all manner of nasty beast, terrifying Grimm, and even worse bandits for the characters to face off against, all the while being drawn into a much larger conflict that seems to be happening behind the scenes(No, not that one). As such, the way I'm structuring this RP will be one or two teams of students lead by a more veteran Huntsman because, in Vacuo, you don't have the luxury to learn in the safety of a classroom all day and nothing teaches faster than good ol' practical experience.

• Typical RP rules(Be respectful, don't start drama, follow the site guidelines, etc.)
• Looking for 1-2 teams, up to a max of 8 players.
• Sheets will be accepted on a case-by-case basis. No reserves, no "first come, first served"
• Silver Eyes: If you want to try and submit one you can, but you'll face more scrutiny than other sheets by a fair margin.
• I want most of the cast to be Vacuan locals, but there can be a few students from other kingdoms.
• Color name rule is in place.
• Posting Standards: About 1 paragraph minimum, and around 1 post a week.

Locales

• Vacuo(City)
• Shade Academy
• Feldspar
• Coquina
• Kenyte
• Old Atlas Dust Mines
• King's Ridge

Groups/Organizations

• The Crown: A rumored sect of Vacuan terrorists, with the singular goal of re-instating the former monarchy of Vacuo. While a nominally fringe group, whispers have risen that they have begun to gain support and following in recent years. . .
• Academy Huntsmen: The graduate and Student Huntsmen of the various battle schools across the whole of Vacuo, and beyond in some cases. They hold no small amount of authority as part of the closest thing the Kingdom has to a united peace-keeping force, and often face a heavy deal of scrutiny when getting involved in the local affairs of Vacuan settlements.
• Local Huntsmen: A catch-all for the group of free agents and local militia who have gained the mark of Huntsmen but renounce any ties to the Academies.
• Bandits: Life in vacuo is harsh, but seemingly not harsh enough to stop people from taking what they will from their fellow man. Bandits are a common and insidious issue in the Vacuo especially due to the terrain proving excellent in deterring chase by authorities.
• The Wild Hunt: A particularly dastardly Bandit clan that formed about a decade ago, known for their propensity towards stirring fear and unrest in their targets so as to attract hoards of Grimm to either wipe out a settlement. . . or leave it weak, tired, and defenseless against a more coordinated raid. Of all the criminal organizations in the Kingdom, few are as feared or more wanted. They are also known as the Stains of Shade due to the fact that their leader, Scathanna Eagla, is a former student of the Academy.

Important Individuals

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• Auron Carver: An old hand at the game, Auron is one of the most experienced Huntsmen in Vacuo, with a record of immaculate success. . . and extensive property damage charges. He's loud, playful, and eccentric as one can expect, but he knows his stuff and cares deeply for those who fall under his care.
• Nivea Lanatae: A relatively green Huntress as far as field experience goes, she has shown herself to be a skilled fighter and even more adept tactician. However, perhaps due to her upbringing by her Valean parents, she finds some of the more draconian methods in which Shade shapes its Huntsman to be a tad extreme. Having been given the opportunity to teach some perspective students, she hopes to make use of a more empathetic and postive mentorship for them. that being said, she is a Vacuan local through and through, so if any of her students take advantage of her kindness, they will soon find themselves in for a world of hurt.
• Headmaster Theodore

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Team [_ _ _ _]
Overseer: Auron Carver

Team [_ _ _ _]
Overseer: Nivea Lanatae

Da Sheet

Huntsman Sheet

Personality

_{What is your character like? What do they like? How do they feel about stuff?}

Appearance

_{If you take 3 paragraphs to talk about how hot your character is, I'm slapping you with a fish}

“Character motto here, something your character would say”

| N a m e: |

Self-explanatory

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Self-explanatory

| G e n d e r: |

Self-explanatory

| A g e: |

Self-explanatory, likely around the 16-17 range

| Kingdom of Origin: |

Where are you from?(For those who might not be vacuan locals)

| Race: |

| History: |

Gimme a bit of a basic backstory? Focus on just the major stuff, any minor details can be discovered in the IC.

| Semblance: |

How does it work, and what are its limits?

| Weapon and Fighting Style: |

What kind of heat is your character rockin' and how best do they like to use it?

| Strengths and Weakness: |

What is ur character good at? What do they suck at? Can relate to their history, physical capabilities, and social skills. Preferably formatted ina bulleted list and kept short, sweet, and to the point

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |

What do you feel is the thing your character struggles with the most or the most likely thing that drives them to make poor decisions?

| Miscs : |

Anything else you might wanna add to flesh out the details a bit

Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose)(Further Edits for purpose of Chasing Shadows).

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Class: Assassin

True Name: Hunahpu and Xbalanque

Appearance: Anime Faceclaim preferable but not compulsory.

Sex: Male

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Attribute: Earth

History:

Personality: Just a short summary is enough.

Parameters: E-A rank, EX in very exceptional circumstances. +s are temporary, situational boosts.
Strength: C
Agility: B
Endurance: C
Mana: C
Luck: A

Class Skills
Presence Concealment: A

Personal Skills
Combination:B

Battle Continuation: Ex

Eye of Mind(True): A

Magecraft: B

Espionage: A
Noble Phantasms:

Name:
Title: Fall of Xibalba
Rank: A or EX?
Type: Anti-Noble Phantasm
Range: N/A
Targets: N/A
Description: The ultimate display of trickery that spelled the downfall of an entire underworld, this NP crystalizes the most famous moment of their legend. In order to activate this Noble Phantasm, the two twins must agree to deceive a known target(a singular servant, a normal person, a major organization, etc.), whispering their name to each other to enact the pact. Once a target is chosen, a new target can't be selected until the initial pact has been completed.

The twins must, in some major fashion, perform a deception against the target that causes them to either commit serious harm against themselves or work against their own best interest in a disastrous fashion. If they succeed in this task, the Twins must then reveal their hand in the downfall of their foes for the full effect of the Noble Phantasm to take effect, causing the target's "downfall".

The exact nature of this effect is hard to predict, but no matter what the case, the target is marked with a symbol of doom that trains them of all their power. Noble Phantasm falter and fail, Abilities either weaken or cease functioning at key moments, or the very essence of their being begins to slowly corrode away as they lose their foundations for being. No matter the case, this curse shall remain on the target for as long as a brother draws breath. Not only that, but cursed targets also find themselves at an additional disadvantage at facing the twins that so tricked them, taking a downgrade to all stats while opposing the twins, while the twins gain a bonus.

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Name: Khairi Ilunga
Titles: Something something Thunder

Appearance:

Sex: Male

Alignment:Neutral Good

History: Outline:
> trained from a Young age to take over for his father as a Diviner
> Showed great talent in the mystical arts and proved to advance quickly
> Tragedy strikes when a foreign magi comes to their village, claiming to be a fellow enthusiast of ancient stories of their people
> His father is murdered by this magi, who wanted to actually steal a ancient relic of the family, rumored to be a relic of the mighty Mwindo
> The magi, attempting to cover his tracks, tries to use the artifact to wipe out the vilalge. Instead gets struck with seven bolts of lightning, smiting him for his sheer gaul
> Khairi, after a period of grieving and feeling robbed of even a chance of getting bakc at the fool who took his father for him, starts to look into ways to bring his father back
Eventually finds out about the grail war
> Also takes to studying magecraft abroad, to further his skills in preparation for the dangers of the war

Personality: Khairi is a studious and diligent young man, who always does his best to help those he finds in need. A natural-born leader of sorts, he greatly values his empathy and skills at working with the talents of others to work towards a common goal. That being said, the man is known for holding a grudge for longe rthan one can probably consider necessary or healthy, particularly against foreign magi. To Khairi, many of the magi he has encountered during his travels abroad have been arrogant, dismissive of people, and so caught up in their own searches for truth that they don't care who or what gets hurt on their path towards it.

It was a reality he was not completely unaware of, but seeing it with his own eyes did much to plant a number of prejudices in his head when dealing with other magi. No matter how polite they seem, no matter how good hearted
they seem, or open to conversation they claim to be, the young diviner is expecting callousness, deception, and arrogance to be hiding just under the surface. Perhaps not the best mindset to have in most circumstances, but he knows that for the coming Grail War, he'll have more justification then ever to be wary of other Magi.
Magecraft:

Possession(Ancestral): Khairi practices an ancient form of Animisim, using small anecdotes of stories and ritualistic memorabilia, to channel into himself the spirits of his ancestors. Through this invocation, he allows their knowledge, wisdom, and prowess to flow into his own body. This magic is used to help modify and hone his focus while casting spells. It can also be used to facilitate conversations with spiritual entities or temporarily grant the user with the traits they

Evocation(Thunder): The Ilunga lineage claims to have gained their connection to the spiritual through the divine blood of Nkuba, god of Lightning, either through a blessing of descending from his coupling with amortal Diviner in times long past. While the veracity of this tale is certainly in question, what is apparent is how the Ilunga family has always boasted an impressive affinity for the element of lightning and electricity in their magecraft and Khairi is no exception. While not originally taught in the ways of offensive use of the spell,

Healing

Divination

Magic Crest(Oral tradition)

Quality of Circuits: A+

Quantity of Circuits: B

Elemental Affinity: The element of one’s magecraft, sometimes called alignment. Typically one, sometimes two, and exceptional magi are ‘Average Ones’, able to use all elements. Most use the Western system of Fire/Water/Earth/Wind (Plus some other special cases), but the Eastern system of Wood/Fire/Earth/Metal/Water is sometimes used too.

Attribute: Commune

Magecraft: Further magecraft details. No need for a spell list or anything like that, this should be a more general overview of what they can do. Include ‘General Magecraft’ here if your character has basic Magecraft training; check the help section for details on what this includes.

Mystic Codes: Ancestral Conga-scepter, allegedly wielded by Mwindo, a legendary figure. A tempermental relic, it offers a wielder who it deems worthy to a powerful conduit for their magecraft, particularly those related to that of calling Lightning or healing those near death's door. However, becoming reliant on the scepter leads to it becoming irritated and less co-operative with the wielder, fighting back against their every incantation until, if they don't ease up on its use for a time or make a proper sacrifice to Nkuba, it smites them with
seven strikes of lightning.

A number of Fetishes and Masks with which he has imbued Mana and ancestral memories into. Some can be used as a source of power, while others help him accelerate his use of certain magics, or even grant him access to ones he has not formally studied.
Non-Magecraft Abilities/Items:

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L a z u l i n

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[indent]All CS's should hold all information provided. If the format is too fancy, play around with it. Simplify it. Just make sure the proper information is there. Uniformity is nice, but it only equates to a brownie point. Also, if you can use anime faceclaims (particularly the cool silhouette kind like I have for my character) that'd be swell.

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“Malum is the magic of Curses, so it is fitting that my family is so tied to the element. After all, there is no greater curse one can carry than Legacy.”

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Lazulin Mulciber.

A G E

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26-27.

O R I G I N

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Homeland and Locale if applicable.

V I S A G E

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Description of appearance.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

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To most people, Laz is snarky, a bit jaded, and always willing to poke fun at anyone around him for a laugh. It's hard to ever imagine him taking anything seriously or hold a grudge due to how little regard he seems to give to any one topic.

L I F E E X P E R I E N C E S

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> Single surviving Scion of a the noble house in charge of that nation's wetwork ooperations, keeping the nation secure from the shadows.
> symbolize by a shaded archer
> His family escaped initial attention by being considered little more than a rumor by non-royal family members
> Were revealed and picked off over time. Laz's mother and himself were the last left alive.
> Eccelesiae raided their home, he was gifted their family crest before being sent away in a secret escape hatch
> their home was bruned to nothing but ashes and Laz swore vengeance, becoming the terrorist he is today.

E L E M E N T A L A F F I N I T Y

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Malum

A T T R I B U T E S

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> Magic Gun/revolver that takes in his magical energy to make it's munitions.
> special crystals of different elements to make special bullets
> Base application of his magic is to inflict curses that can be harmful or beneficial. Can be augmented by crystals that are made with a special device of his own creation that concentrates magical energy from a source or in a general area.

> Dreadflame Crest: Activates an incantation to bring forth the Armory, a construct of Malum energy that is passed down from Mulciber heir to heir, along with a number of Geas that enforce themselves on the user, the most notable of which being "protect the Royal family"

> Dreadflame crest allows him grants him increase magical energy, physical ability, and several artifacts of his family's history, shadows of weapons wielded by his ancestors and shifted to fit him personally.

Mulciber Sagitarrius: Twin Pistols that fire out large blasts of malum energy or concentrated bullets that have a homing ability. Main armament

Mulciber Ares; Big ol'greatsword, allows for sweeping area attacks

Mulciber Gemini: Gauntlets that cast strings of Malum from thier fingertips, it can be used offensively in a punch, much like a whip, but is most effective as a tool of manipulation, redirection, or even puppeting enemies/allies if the need arises.

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_______________________________________________ // INFO D A T A Full Name - JUSTICE, The Hero of Righteousness(Seison, Terada) Hometown - Hokkaido, Sapporo District Japan Quirk Type - Emitter Gender - Male - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Arrogant Trait Description. Brash Trait Description. Bright Trait Description.	Physical Description Prettier than You Personal History Just perfect and better than you Character Arc Better than you Quirk Description Known by the name of BURNING JUSTICE, it's cooler than yours

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Ezekial Gloucester W.I.P

"House Gloucester remains strong as it ever has been, to suggest otherwise is foolishness at best and. . . well. . . House Daphne is far from the only one eyeing a spot on at the Roundtable."

Name

Ezekial Gloucester

Age

19

Country of Origin

Leicester Alliance

Social Standing

Noble, of House Gloucester

Crest

Crest of Gloucester [Major]
The power of this crest is to serve as a resevoir of magical energy within the body that Elias can call on to temporarily enhance his physicality, normally either his speed or strength. It takes time to build up this reserve, however, so he can't dig into it too much without draining it entirely. If he does drain himself as such, a quick wave of fatigue and vertigo will often follow, not enough to cripple the young lord but often leaving a wide opening if it occurs in the heat of battle.

Starting Class

Myrmidion

Weapon of Choice

Sword(Rapier)

Strengths

Sword and Reason

Weaknesses

Armor and Bows

Starting Spells

Thunder

Personality

Ezekial was once a more hot-headed sort, known for being a well-meaning, if a tad snobbish in his demeanor but always willing to lend a helping hand to those he felt needed the protection of a noble. This led to him gaining a bit of a reputation around both his home and the Roundtable Houses at large as a bit of a wild child with a most mercurial temper that made him as likely to befriend someone as he was to crack them across the face for a veiled insult.

This all changed when the House Ordelia took away his father from him, leaving ELias to not only shoulder the weight of firstborn heir all the more seriously. . . but to realize that the vague warnings his father had often given him about how his was a position earned through diligence and caution. Anyone from any house could reveal themselves to be a slavering wolf out for his throat, eager to drag him to the ground and tear him to pieces.

From that incident, Ezekial withdrew from the world and from many of his previous relations for a few years. When he once more appeared amongst the courts of the Alliance, he seemed an entirely different young man than before. Ever polite, every action disciplined, every emotion controlled, and every word planned out minutes in advanced. He seemed ever the proper young heir.

A very well crafted facade, but a facade all the same.

Beneath the mask, Ezekial holds everyone at an arms length, not willing to trust any from outside his House, and honestly, very ill at wase for many within it as well. In every noble he met, he saw another wolf licking it's fangs, waiting for even a moment of weakness or hesitation. Keeping the company of this Paranoia, however, is a deep, unabiding animosity for House Ordelia. His words about the House are civil, polite, and often dripping with venom as he sees them as little more than ambitious traitors who were lucky to have not been wiped off the map for what they did.

History

Born to Stefan and Henrietta Gloucester, Ezekial proved to be an intelligent if difficult child since his birth. Whether it was finding ways to sneak out of his crib as an infant or evading his nursery maids and caretakers once he managed to start standing on his own two feet, the Gloucester heir was known for driving his parents to frustration wih his mischief. Stefan, in particular, often personally atteneded to the boy's lessons in order to help ensure his behavior and continually attempt to press upon the young boy the importance of his position as the Archduke's heir.

"Do be the Archduke is more than just a position of privlege," His father would often say. "for that privilege is something that many will covet. You must always be vigilant, and always be ready for the dangers that may strike from unexpected places, lest those who follow you become lost without your guidance."

Ezekial was mindful of his father's words but they never seemed to mean much to him until the day a messenger came to the castle, a grave look painted across his face as he asked to see his uncle. To this day, the young lord remembers the pitiful look the messenger gave him as he walked on by, saying so much with not a word spoken between them. The days that followed the murder of his father were a deadened blur of heartfelt apologies and attempts at silent whispers that belayed there true intentions. It wasn't until he stood before his father's gravestone,a bouqet of flowers in hand, that he realized the true weight of his father's warning. He felt every gaze among the court on his back, watching him for signs of weakness, sizing him up against the other prospects, muttering to each other about whether this boy would be able to take up his fathe'rs legacy.

The golden wolves baying and howling as they circled their gilded prey.

From that point onward, Ezekial through himself into his studies with a feorcity and dedication that surprised his tutors, the recklessness of his youth now left behind at the grave of his lord father as he realized what needed to be done to protect his family. Where before he'd avoid the frequent meetings to discuss the affairs of his lands, now he was the first to arrive in the meeting room with his liege lords. But as he took to his responsibilities, the servants found him to be ever the colder and more distant than the young man they used to see running through the halls. Rare was a smile ever seen on his face, and even those were often polite, fake things if he was not attending to the needs of his mother or sister.

When it came to the matters of the Roundtable, the young lord proved himself to be a staunch opponent and traditionalist in the face of Clarissa's more progressive viewpoints, often questioning the feasibility of her suggestions against the reality of their resources and society. She made clear her intent to take the title of Archduke for her family, but Ezekial was determined that if she was to take his familiy's position, she'd have to earn every single inch of progress she made towards that goal.

BEcause first and foremost to Ezekial is the desire to keep his family safe and the Leister Alliance strong in the face of external threats, and in Clarissa he couldn't help but see a threat to the stability of both.

Trivia

When he was younger, Ezekial fought with a more regular straight sword, often swing it with surprising strength in a much more brutish fashion, something his father always disparaged him for. His shift to a Rapier was done both to better fit the image of the noble heir and to exemplify his new outlook on his life through a fighting style focused on waiting for singular opportune moments to land devesating strikes on his foes.

His younger sister often calls him Zeke, and while he doesn't mind if she does it, anyone who tries to call him the same if his sister isn't there will often get a rather cold glare as a signal to cut it out immediiately

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Justianian Gardner

Justinian Gardner

________________________________________ NAME Male | 24 | Lorenzia Scion of Earth _______________________________________________ Quote about your character from an outsider's POV. ________________________________________

Incepta, in your benevolence I ask you to forgive the actions this poor soul whom you have blessed will now commit. Holy Sigil Location It shines within his right eye, burning ever brightly like his vigilance against evil. Appearance A handsome young man of average height and lithe build, walking around with an aura of smiles, laughter, and passion. Aegis takes to dressing with great flamboyance and decor, dressing in ways which grab the most attention and taking the time to keep up with the local fashion trends, though never at the cost of his ability to burst into action against threats to the weak. His slender frame belies a extremely fit physique, however, as he has built his body with a gymnast's flexibility and a soldier's sturdiness. Callous line his hands and feet and he carries more than a few scars from his numerous excursions(supervised and not) to face off against the monsters that stalk the country side. The most notable of these is a rather nasty looking scar on his upper right shoulder, a reminder of a encounter against a beast on his way to visit the Rodion Dominon. Personality Bright. If one were to describe Justinian in one word, it would be bright. His dispostion remains cheery no matter the circumstances, he always tries to lift the spirits of those around him, and always willing to be the butt of a joke to crack a smile on someone's face. Rather than wallow in what he has lost, Justianian lives every day like it might be his last and gives thanks to Incepta for every night it isn't. His piety is beyond the reproach of most, in all areas but one: He refuses to let himself be fully constrained in his use of his abilities when it comes to hunting down monsters. And it is with this standpoint that the other factor of his personality comes into play, because much like the element he is imbued with, Justinian is infamously stubborn about things he has set his mind too. The wilfullness of his youth and a fierce independance have only catalyzed with his faith due to his belief that his awakening was Incepta decreeing that he should use his powers to save the helpless and so he often will bash heads with Templars, the church, sometimes even Her Grace High Cardinal Margaret herself. With all due respect, of course. Biography The earth Scion's life before his awakening was. . . an unpleasant one. He was the son of a factory worker that spent all day in a failing factory to bring home scraps to a family of 4 with seemingly another on the way. His mother could barely pay him much attention, so he spent his early life with a great deal of independance that gave him a willful streak that his parents found equal parts exhausting and amusing. It was a rough life, but it was his and he was happy enough with it. The only regret he carried was lacking the ability to help his family rise from the poverty they found themselves in. Unfortunately, this menial commoner's life came to a bloody end as a shadow fell over the small factory town. It started slowly, first with people's pets vanishing in the twilight hours and strange noises being heard in the dead of night. When people started to vanish, a call for help was sent to the local lord of the area. Justinian would not learn until much later that the Lord had known this danger was approaching his town, but the creature and its pack was a known danger that had even managed to take the lives of Templars in the past so they had decided that the loss of one or two commoners as had been the beast's pattern was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make. But the creature did not stop at one or two. More and more as the week progressed, people kept disappearing. Homes went quiet, the old factory deemed unsafe. And then, one day, the monster made it's final strike. Justinian saw the first of the monsters on that day, masses of skittering legs and shining black carapaces bursting from the ground as he and his friends played in front of their building complex. Everything after that, however, was hazy and indistinct. He remembers screams, his father grabbing his arm and pulling him. . . somewhere. He couldn't remember where his mother was, or his sister of only 5 years. He could not remember when he and a few other kids had been huddled together in the backroom of the local church, his father looking at him with tears in his eyes and asking him to be brave and keep the younger ones safe. He can remember the banging. Even to this day, he remembers the skittering screech of talons on stone work, of heavy oak buckling and bending against the weight of something huge and savage. He still sees that door at night, in his dreams, bending and buckling and breathing like some great dragon about to unleash a torrent of death upon him. He remembers praying to the Goddess, as clumsily as one can expect of a frightened child. A prayer not for himself, not for his family, but for the strength to protect them all. A prayer to give him some form of agency in this terrible nightmare. To take away this horrid helplessness that gripped him as he stepped infront of the other children, feeling a strange burning crawl through his body. And he knows that Incepta answered. When the Templars came a two days later to investigate the presence of a Scion, what they found left them both horrifed and speechless with awe. The town was covered in the corpses of man and monsters alike but rather than scavenging like the vermin they were, every monster had been frozen in a crystalline amber shell, somehow still alive within their prison. Justinian and the children he protected were found in that church basement, surrounded by a wave of the macabre crystal sculptures while Justianian just say there with a small baby cradled in his small arms. From beneath his frazzled blonde hair, the holy sign of the goddess shone with a dull amber glow from his right eye. The children had all been too scared to leave, wanting to wait for their parents to come and take them home, and the newly awakened Scion had sensed the state of things through the ground beneath their feat. He couldn't bring himself to break that hope to them. In his first meeting with the Templars, Justinian's denied to follow his Templar rescuers until he was promised all of the children in his care were to come with him. He had refused to leave them in that mausoleum of a town, as they were his responsibility. His father had told him to take care of them, and he would not let them out of his sight until he was sure they'd be safe. It wasn't until the head templar gave his wor that he would finally relax, nearly fainting into the arms of the man. That was the last time that he ever let himself cry. For the next year, Justinian responded little to any prompting outside of specifc questions or inquiries, he remained quiet, respectful, and rarely left his room. Whenever he spoke, his gaze never met that of who he was talking to, as if gazing somewhere miles away. The only thing that ever sparked any interest in him, strangely, was reading. It was the only request he ever made and it was quickly given in hopes of improving the young Scion's condition. He seemed especially fixated on the first Scion of Earth, Isidore Laurent, whom he spent hours reading about in every form he could find. Whenever he spoke, his gaze never met that of who he was talking to, as if gazing somewhere miles away. And before long, his birthday came around. As he lay in bed, twelve years old watching the kids he had saved all come into his room with present for him, thinking about how they only reason any of them were here was because of his actions that day . . . a choice was made, bringing with it the first smile he'd had in a long time. He told his handler that he had finally felt ready to accept his place as a Scion, which was met with much joy and relief from all around who had about how this event would effect a personof such importance. It was only the next morning that his handler, and all of Lorentia for that matter, would realize the true meaning of his words. The year had not been spent just idly processing his trauma and reading, but listening to the very earth beneath his feet. Feeling the heartbeat of the planet and letting it lead him to the places most active with creatures like those that had attacked his home. The vermin that existed only to ruin so many lives with their destructive desire for chaos, living outside of the natural order. As the sun broke, Aegis' small form was being broadcast live by flabbergasted villagers as he dragged out a wolf-like monster that had been terrorizing their livestock for weeks, the small girl it had been stalking held in his arms. One of several rescues he had made that evening and would continue to make for many years after. Aegis swore on that day not only to never let himself feel that level of helplessness again, but to save every person he could reach from the unfair horrors of life. It was the decree given to him by the Goddess herself and he would fufill it, even if her voice on earth disagreed with him. Weapon of Choice Justinian has taken the years to teach himself at least a passing familiarity with a number of weapons like the spear, staff, sword, and even the bow. But when it comes to his favored weapon, that would simply be his own two hands. Often channeling the strength of the earth into his form, Justianian reinforces his own body to smash through obstacles that stand before him Misc. Prefers to sleep with door wide open Asks his templars not to knock when approaching him has a pangolin plush known as Sir Clawde Still watches over the kids from his home town to make sure they're doing well Does a prayer every morning and every evening to isidore laurent and Incepta respectively offers his friends bracelets made from colored diamonds.

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"It's not like I've got much else to boast about in my Scionic tenure so far. Had to spend a lot of time learning my numbers and leters to a 'proper level' from a number of frustrated tutors. And can we not with the formalities, Holly, it's bad enough I have to deal with it from Bianca and the other church members, but amongst Scions I'd prefer to be a tad more casual." Especially one who I've planned several get aways with when we were younger. Justinian grumbles internally but takes the jab with a good natured smile. That nature did become a bit strained as Jarrick spoke up, the gem in his hand cracking with a bit more force as he lost focus of the construction for a moment. While not the most socially adept of those present by any means, one doesn't spend a majority of their Scion career as the 'Problem child' without picking up a sense for when people are poking at you.

"Oh, you know, one incident too many and Gra-Commander Fyodor put someone more my speed in charge. Harder to get out and do things now, but I still make a vlog now and then. Recently been using some of Kaspar's books to study up onmore conventional magic which has been. . . slow going. Still do the exercise, rock gardening, even regular gardening though I'm no Isdore. If that sounds like something you'd like, catch me live some time, or a few of the Vods." If it had been a few years ago, he might've tried to bite back at the Wind Templar, but time with Bianca had cooled him. . . somewhat. It had at least forced the young man to look for the silver-linings in such situations and focus his attention on those. In this case, that the Templar had a brother who was,or at least had been, a fan. Ignoring the statement at first, the scion gestures with his cookie laden fingers to his pocket. A slight shimmer of amber mana preceeds signs of movement until a small piece of quartz floats up into the air between. "Don't know if your brother still watches, but I can do an autograph if you want?"

If Jarrick did provide him a name, Justinian fills it out as he holds his hands over the rock, the surface of the rock cracking and shifting until a message of thanks forms onit's face, with the signature being a stylized form of Justinian's own intials in a Diamond shape. After that he'd pass the rock over to the templar(or pocket it if he refused) and give a short bow of farewell before continuing on his way to present his gift to the Prince. There would be time later to have a battle of wits and barbs, but right now he was trying to keep positive. Today started awful, he had felt awful, but that didn't mean it had to end awful. Focus on silverlinings, don't think about what you can't deal with.

As thoughts turned towards present matters, however, the cookies were swiftly devoured and the scion began gnawing on his thumb's knuckle. An old habit from when he was young and yet so familiar that he didn't even notice it until he broke the skin. Looking down at the small wound, he clicks his tongue. It was just nerves, and a bit of anxiety. Nothing new, and nothing he hadn't dealt with. Silver linings. Control what he can, like the aquamarine in his hand.

The shape for the gem had catalyzed pretty firmly by now, a gem shaped like a shield crest inscribed with both the Estoran family crest and the Holy Sigil of the mother, the internal structure of the stone rearranged so that light focused through it would illuminate the Holy sigil. A fine enough gift for the royal prince, even if he expected nothing more than sour words and a scoff. He'd done his duty as a Scion, both offical and self-imposed, and it could never be said that he hadn't at least tried to be nice.

As he approached, however, he got some of the words Kasper and Lucas were trading. Well, mostly Lucas' words focused on the little princess who was now running around the room like a bat out of hell. THe earth scion likely would've tried to encourage her play a bit in a greeting if not for what he heard from the High Prince's lips.

"Veradis works differently than other countries, you know. The Scion of Light is the one who rules the principality. So Rosemary's not just a princess, but a ruler once she comes of age. Her great-grandfather got to have some semblance of a normal life before his own holy sigil appearing at fourteen. So why is Rosemary destined to carry that burden that has been chosen for her since the tender age of two years old?"
Logically, even Justinian knew the high prince had some measure of a point. Ruling a nation was no small weight to place on a child's shoulders and in anyone else, he would've considered it a point of concern. But coming out of Lucas, it felt like he was just spitting on the gift that had been given to him, to Rosemary, to all of the Scion's present to describe the blessing as such. It had been a life-saving miracle for many, himself included. But the way the Prince spoke, the way he had been acting throughout this entire event at the fringes of Justinian's attention, it sounded like it all amounted to little more than an inconvience to his precious devil-may-care royal life. Justinian's grip tightens around his 'gift' as a new design came to his mind, though he had no confusion where this inspiration came from. All of the feelings he'd felt these past few months, the anger, the frutration, the helplessness, it all flowed into the gem as its composition responds to his will and mana.

Funny that, in what had taken him minutes of chatter, thinking, and contemplation to buy time for, Justinian's anger had managed to finish something similar if not more complex in a matter of moments. Like everything he did, he found it came easier when he no longer let his mind focus on anything but the action itself. Consequences could be dealt with, he had something to say and he was going to say it.

'Bianca's probably going to talk my ear off about this later.' The Scion thinks idly as he approaches the Prince, alerting the royal to his presence by clearing his throat, ever so polite. By now his right hand was no longer glowing with amber, instead trailing a cloud of sparkling light blue particles in as he holds it out to the young man.

"I hope I'm not being a bother to you, My Prince," Justinian said without the slightest intonation of remorse while looking the High Prince dead in the eye. He didn't keep any of the disdain of his face, though his tone remained cool and collected. "I just wish to give you a small gift, as I have given to other Scion's that have been chosen during my tenure. An aquamarine gem, shaped with you and the legacy you bring to your new station firmly in mind."

Without any added fanfare, he unveils the finished creation.

It still retains some of the inital principles he'd thought of, a simple shield crest shape that held s combine image of the Estoran Royal family crest and Incepta's holy sigil. But only the Incepta's sigil kept the light blue color of polished aquamarine, still somehow refracting the light of the cathedral so as to appear glowing. The rest of the crystal, however, was dull and distorted as if seeing reflections of the Estoran Crest through a fun house mirror. A perfect reflection of the Prince, in Justinian's eyes, whose first worthwhile deed was being picked as a Scion in the first place. Whether the Prince understood the meaning of the gift or thought it just a off color joke, the Scion of Earth didn't really care.

Theo was gone, the man who'd let it happen was getting off scott free, and the man who replaced him was a spoiled princeling that was probably going to do just as much good for the kingdom as he'd done before. MIght as well get some petty enjoyment out of snubbing his nose a bit if he was going to have to spend the rest of his life hearing about such an embrassment to Incepta's blessing.

What a farce indeed.

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Name
Trace Aeolia Julianne Nova Trine Alzmille Lenore Chandra Ral Shagia Kycilia Lucille Jacqueline Zhejiang Erica Teteh Almark Agrippa Elysia Paraya Verlaine Haro Tieria Kelly Sune Stabity Drasso Visch Milla Romanof Rosso Christine Sys Lichtendahl al Mortuus-Orbitae LXXXV
Age
Position
Constellation of the Stardust
Personal History
Equipment (AB sword w/ number, Mech w/ list of weapons, other shenanigans) AB Sword(spear), more spears, a blicky of the energy variety
Anomaly (and relevant warrior family if there is one + general explanation of culture) Anomaly ability is Fun with Portals and Friction/Momentum, while Spear gives Berserker type shenans, the closer to the void, the stronger the Mother's Gaze. For she loves to watch us struggle, as it shows our resolve in the face of life's meaninglessness.
Notable NPC w/ picture, overview of personality, and relation to PC
[ ], Trace's best friend and Voidbound partner in crime. Essentially her main lady in waiting, they are also totally gals that are pals/Roommmates.S Similar level of belief in the Grand Mother's plan, but also is the voice of caution(sometimes) against rushing into her cold embrace

House Mortuus-Orbitae

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Character Sheet

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx B A S I C I N F O [Name] Zhejiang Erica Teteh Almark Trace Aeolia Julianne Nova Trine Alzmille Lenore Chandra Ral Shagia Kycilia Lucille Jacqueline Agrippa Elysia Paraya Verlaine Haro Tieria Kelly Sune Stabity Drasso Visch Milla Romanof Rosso Christine Sys Lichtendahl al Mortuus-Orbitae LXXXV [Callsign] Cygnus [Gender] Female [Age] 28 [Rank and Designation] Stardust [Place of Birth] Niǎndào C O M B A T A B I L I T Y [Anti-Barrier Sword] A.B. Sword 光辉虚空(Guānghuī xūkōng)/Brilliant Void [Anti-Barrier Quotient] 29% [Physical Description] Brilliant Void is an odd weapon for an AB sword. A long spear with minimal decoration along it's shaft, mostly the flowing aniconic designs common to the Mortuus-Orbitae trace themselves down it's jet black body, representing the planets and stars of the system where it's ore was found. These markings are marred by some odd discolorations that appear all along the weapon as if exposed to a fearsome heat, blemishing it's simple beauty. At base of the leaf-shaped blade, where in ancient antiquity a red tassel would be based to disoriented foes and absorb their blood, lays the marker of the 離(Lí)trigram. It serves as a stylized representation of it's Number among the many A.B. Swords the sword mother has made, but also as a symbol of Clarity, of Humanity's strength of will. To some whispered naysayers, however, the designation is an insult,as the AB material of the blade is made from the discarded run off of another blade that has been handed to the Hua Sect. An unwanted 'second daughter', a vapid black sheep. . . how fitting a weapon for it's current wielder. [Attributes] Brilliant Void, despite its simplicty, is a weapon deeply intwined with the anomaly of those descending from the Hua sect. When wielded by one of the Hua, it feels as light as the very air and strikes as quick as a cobra, like it knows where its blade needs to be before the wielder. So connected are the two that not even the illusion of distance can keep them apart, allowing the wielder to will the weapon to their hands with barely a thought regardless of how far away it seems to be. When a wielder of Brilliant Void passes, it is said that the spear often vanishes from sight, traveling across the cosmos to appear before the last person their wielder thought of as the Void Mother closes her eyes on them one final time. A grim portent, and a source of some rather dangerous near-scandals as the spear appeared before those not qualified to know the truth of the war effort. Some have considered scrapping the rebellious weapon and repurposing the AB to a more compliant weapon, but the Mortuus-Orbitae argue desperately against such actions. After so much time on the frontier, many of the A.B. sword slost in this war belong to members of their sect, so even a risky blade like Brilliant Void is considered to precious to give up. [Anomaly] Void [Origin] Space-Between [Phenomena] "The Mother grants those so blessed to walk in her domain, traveling distances both grand and small as if they were not there at all. For in truth, there is no distance between things, only the belief in it's truth" The Anomaly of House Mortuus-Orbitae is that of Void, allowing users to summon portals of various sizes, shapes, and properties into being with but a thought. The use of such a power in combat with Aberrants requires both extremely quick reaction time, decision making skill, and an ability to reorient oneself in an instant in three dimensional space in order to take full adavantage of the freedom of movement it gives them. For users of a scertain skill level, the very portals themselves can be used as a weapon to sheer through unwrothy flesh and bone, or to allow access to ur foes internals when their armor proves to thick to penetrate. Trace has even heard tales of users who have opened up the Void Mothers true domain within the palm of their hands, a window to the pressureless depths of space, pressed right up against an abberrant's form. The results, if the stories ring true, are as impressive in effectiness as they are distrubing to witness. [Limitation] Zhegiang herself has a long way to go from reaching such lofty heights of Anomaly Mastery. As she is currently, Zhegiang's only skill with her anomaly power is to walk the mother's domain and send non-living objects through it, though her formation of such portals is alarmingly fast for how recently she has gained her abilities. Taken to them like a fish to water, she can near effortlessly flit through the portals she creates, but due to her inexperience, they portals lack the stability to resist contat with living material, often causing them to disperse. POrtal dispersal launches both the offending organism and Trace if she is within one out of the Mother's domain with no small amount of force. That said such a limitation can be a benefit as she learns, making the act of slamming a half-formed portal into a foe an effective method of gaining distance. Still, it makes for a very clear weakness to her ability to escape from dangerous situations if properly accounted for.

Profile [Surface-level Impression] Proud. More than anything else, Zhegiang is a proud person, to the point of flippant arrogance. In the face of any and all adversities or obstacles, her response is to take it head on and beat it into submission. She does not mince her words or hold her tongue around those who are, objectively, her lessers. Hers is a noble bloodline and thus, the only ones worthy of considering as equals are those of similar noble birth. . . or those who have proven themselves as worthy of respect. [Personal History W.I.P.] . Broken More than anything else, Zhegiang is a broken person. Perhaps she always has been, only deluding herself through naive youth that she felt as others felt, walked as others walked, could be as others could be. But her father never let her forget what she was. Ever since she stole his wife from him though the mistake of her birth, she was never anything more than an inconvient parasite. A thing, to be kept at a distance, a thing to be addressed only when necessary for the sake of propriety. Not a moment sooner nor a second longer. It was Zhegiang, not her father, who pushed to enter the constellation program when the time came. While the readings of her Anomaly skill were somewhat low, in every other metric she seemed to excel among her peers. She never needed any assistance from her teachers, taking to the rigorous training with a fervor and a natural talent that left near speechless. . . and yet, it wasn't enough to let Zhegiang shine. For with every accolade she tried to illuminate for the world to say, it merely made her elder sister Meixiu seem all the greater. Meixiu, the one born to her parent's in the traditional way through science and safe external gestation. Meixiu, whose shining skill with her anomaly earned her the title of "the Mother's own hand". Meixiu, who tried her best to make her little sister's life joyous despite their father's stern hand. Meixiu, the reason that Zhegiang abandoned the constellation program after 5 years of serving as a vessel to heap further praise on her. She hated her sister as much as she loved her, and that thought made her feel dirty and sick. She had only been kind and descent to Zhegiang, yet when the younger sister looked at the elder, only stern judgemental eyes tared back. Not just those of her father, but her teachers. Her uncles, her cousins, everyone she had ever known in her life looked at her the exact same way. All saying the same thing. . . "Parasite" .. Blood backstory ... Void backstory Home World [Planet Description] Niǎndào{The Imperial Passage way) Rumored to be the first exploration vessel by their sect founder in the early days of Earth's expansion, the Niǎndào is a huge vessel from pre-civil war times that stands as a testament to the Mortuus Orbitae's ability to adapt and repurpose things to fit their needs. Home to millions of citizens, military ersonell, and the heads of the Family, it is a rather haphazard spacecraft, its hull covered in various repairs and structures to denote the many differing eras of Mortuus design philiosphies it has bore wtiness to, though the main design is an extremely boxy function over form design that still holds a somewhat rugged form to it. Despite its. . . unconventional appearance, however, you'll find few spacebound structures in the U.A.S. more structurally stable or well-defended. Armed with the latest in energy-based weaponry and Core-power shielding integrated into old-earth kinetic weapon, holding in it's depths an untold number of crusiers, fighters, and artillery ships that it can unleash at a moment with it's standing battle force. A veritable flying fortess, it has always been the speartip of the Void Mother's faithful, and was one of the few spacecraft able to repel Abberant assault in the early days of the war, though not without extensive damage and loss of life. [Culture] The Way of Void [W.I.P] To walk this path is to know that your end is inevitable, but it is in the inevitability that the followers of the Void Mother find their reason to keep persisting anyway. For they know that despite the cruel indifference she shows to them with the face of the Cold Mother, she does lover and care for her children. We jus tmust prove ourselves worthy of her gaze. [Warrior Family] Mortuus-Orbitae A "warrior" family that draws a direct connection the the Hua sect, most that do not make a habit of serving along the frontier have likely never heard of this most reclusve of Warrior clans. Believers in a fringe religion(sporting only a few million registered believers across the expanse of frontier space stations they contro), many find them a bunch of esoteric fanatics that the Hua sect should denounce entirely. To these voices, the Mortuus-Orbitae have accomplished no great accomplishments, have offered no boon to Humanity's empire, merely sitting in their celestial space stations and looking down on those who dare to live planet side where they belong. Those who have a deeper knowledge of this sect, however, know that they form the very *foundation* of Humanity's expansion across the cosmos. From the early days of conquest, through the turbulent period of civil war, amidst the painful rebuilding of empire, and even during this most brutal of wartime struggle against the abberrant tides, the Mortuus-Orbitae have sought to expand the hand of HUmanity into the vast void. Like the main sect itself, they have fingers in multiple industries related to the goal of galactic expansion and space travel.They manage the maintaince and construction of Space lanes and warp gates, they test, refine, and improve the standard quality of spaceflight technology, help run both colonization and evacuation efforts, and boast perhaps one of the deadliest and most coordinated starfleet armadas among any organization. To the family itself, however, these are not reasons for accolades. These accomplishments are, in fact, the standard and focus that all of humanity should strive for. To explore the stars in the name of the goddess they call the Void Mother, they throw themselves into the study of technologies to not only better travel her empty depths, but to better their ability to survive it. Strict controls over-reproductive rights, generational genetic manipulation to lower the energy and oxygen needs of their people, and many shifts in doctrine have led to a culture that faces death as not an end, but an inevitability to embrace and accept. They were the blacksheep of the Hua sect, and may have even been disbanded eventually despite their achievements . . . but then, the abberrants came. The first years of the war were blooyd and terrible, but for some, they praise the tactics and fearless bravery of the Mortuus for humanity's survival to the point where they could begin a counter offensive. In every engagement, the mortuus would never retreat, would never surrender, would never even waver in their formations. Fighters streakign across space to their deaths to buy escape ships just a few minutes more, troops, manning atmospheric rail cannons and firing down at invasion forces even as abberant troops breaking into the the sealed firing rooms, even turning entire space stations into nuclear bombs to take out an invading swarm fleet. The Mortuus Orbitae was not afraid to put their everything in resisting the aberrant threat in every front they found themselves in. As such, many Frontier planets will often treat them with some level of respect, though their odd mannerisms and tendency to distance themselves from 'stonedwellers' as they called those living planetside continued to keep a barrier between them and those they fought to protect. And despite their efforts, the cost of their tactics has long sense taken a toll on the Family who has focused the bulk of it's forces along the frontier planets and galaxies. Of the many sects and sub-sects, none ould be said to have lost more than the Mortuus to the Abberant fleets, nor can the depths of their hatred and outrage towards the Swarm be over-stated. Notable Contacts [Name] Insert Name Here [Relation to Subject] [ ] Is Trace's Voidbound, he rtrue partner in life while she is legally married to a man she's never met who knows how many light years away for some political favor or the other. Her guiding star, the light which has brought her back from the celestial edge of Apathetic wasting, the one true death that awaits those who find life's futiltiy too much to bear. [Analysis] A fellow constellation, albeit one of Main rank, [ ] is the hearth that tempers Trace's roaring flame of fanatical passion. Possessed of an infectious energy and enthusiasm for life in all it's forms and features, but possessing a warrior's honor through and through. [ ] proves to be a steadying hand against the baser desires that drive her Voidbound's self-destructive behavior. In battle, she fights like a Knight of old, energy shield on one hand an a grand lance known as the Venusian Star granting her a control over intense waves of arid heat and superheated gases. Launching herself into the thick of battle, she maintains a more defensive style while exuding waves of heat to exhaust her foes, though this does make her a hazardous ally to those ill-prepared to work with her. Out of battle, she is a woman of a grand empathy for those with less, having become a true believer of the Mother's Kindess despite being from a seperate family entirely, the 3rd daughter of some fifth son. Unimportant in the grand scheme of noble power plays, which is more than fine by her. Also, absolutely horrid with money and finances, and banned from handling their shared accounts by Trace after falling for a interstellar phone scam one time too many. Did I mention she's a tad gullible too?

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Character Sheet Template, watch out for code it sucks

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx B A S I C I N F O [Name] Insert Text Here [Callsign] Insert Text Here [Gender] Insert Text Here [Age] Insert Text Here [Rank and Designation] Insert Rank Here Pilot / Insert Rank Here Constellation [Place of Birth] Insert Planet Here [Official Statement] Insert Quote, or 'Reason to Fight' Here C O M B A T A B I L I T Y [Remove Section if Pilot] [Anti-Barrier Sword] Insert Number and Name Here [Anti-Barrier Quotient] Insert Percentage Here; recommended number being above 10% to affect Aberrant barriers. Higher Quotient of AB material makes for more fragile weapons. [Physical Description] Insert Physical Description Here [Attributes] Insert Auxiliary Ability Aside From Hitting Things Here If Applicable [Remove Section if Constellation] [Mech Model] Insert Name and Number Here [Type] Insert General Purpose/s Here i.e. Crowd-Control, Tank-Buster, Hyper Mobility, Interstellar Combatant, etc. [Size] Insert Height and Weight of Mech Here; limited to 60 feet in height. [Core] Insert Core Rank Here; limited to Delta-Class below 40 foot size and to Epsilon above. [Armaments] Insert Weapons and Gadgets Here Limited to one per limb [Remove Section if Non-Applicable] [Anomaly] Insert Name Here [Origin] Insert Progenitor/Off-shoot Name Here [Phenomena] Insert Description of Ability here [Limitation] Insert Description of Limit/Cost here

Profile [Surface-level Impression] Insert Brief Description Of Character Here; Can Be List Of Personality Traits. [Personal History] Insert History Here Home World [Planet Description] Insert Text Here [Culture] Insert Text Pertaining To Homeworld Culture Here [Warrior Family] Insert Text Pertaining to Warrior Family if Applicable Here; Mandatory For Anomaly Users