[CHAR] TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

[BoyMom69035]

"Why don't we play a game of cat and mouse?"

☆ Age:
32

☆ Gender:
Female

☆ Power Descriptions:
No powers

☆ Skills:

•Hand to hand combat
•Can use knives and Daggers as well as an assortment of guns
•Surprisingly, is a decent cook
•Knows first aid

☆ Personality:
Evelyn isn't one of those mercenary types thats always hard and cold as stone. She loves to laugh and have fun, make jokes and is sarcastic as Hell. However, when she's out in the shit, she's more level headed and rational. She hates taking orders from anyone she doesn't trust... And her trust isn't so easily given away.

☆ Biography:
Evelyn was born in Dallas, Texas to Sophie and Dylan Sanderson. Shortly after her birth, they gave her to their drug dealer as payment for their bill. She grew up a pretty normal life unaware that her parents had given her up. She had friends and did good in school. While she was in middle school, she discovered that her ‘parents’ sold drugs. And not just to petty druggies; not all the time, anyways. They sold drugs to bigger fish.

Evelyn kept this secret to herself, and even went so far as to try some of it. That had been a mistake that would actually save her life later. A mistake that would make her better than any of her parents. Evelyn had demolished the house. Afterwards, she had taken one of the many pistols kept in the house and walked down the streets. She never hurt anyone, and got picked up by the police. This was when she found out that her parents, weren't really her parents.

Evelyn got sent to Juvie for several years, an experience that also changed her. Many of the other girls beat her up, and after a while, she got sick of it. She was not going to end up like the people her parents sold drugs to. She was not going to be a victim anymore. That's when she started fighting back. There was even several girls that befriended her and helped her. After the next girl tried to beat Evelyn up, she was sent to the infirmary. Evelyn got punished, yes, but none of the other girls picked on her anymore after that.

After she got out, she lived homeless for several years, when another day changed her life. Evelyn pick pocketed a man (something she did regularly to survive), only to later find out that he had been in the military. Filled with guilt, she immediately returned this wallet and apologized. The man, Roger Williams, bought the girl a decent meal, and they even spoke for for while. She learned that he was retired and was now a mercenary. Evelyn immediately showed interest and tried talking him into letting her be one. He refused, saying that it was no life for a woman.

Eventually, she convinced him, and he took her under his wing. He taught her everything he knew. Hand to hand, knives, a multitude of weapons. By the time she was 27, she was one deadly woman. And although she was a mercenary, she was a mercenary with morals and a conscious.

☆ Likes:
Music, sweets, the smell of gun powder, liquor, dancing, smoking

☆ Dislikes:
Obnoxious people, beer, injustice, bugs that fly

☆ Fears:
Complete darkness, failing, heights

☆ Weaknesses:
The innocent, children, animals (mainly kitty's)

☆ Theme Song:
"No Tears Left to Cry"

[Dealdric]

X-z

Name: X-Z-Z-Z-X-X-Z-X-X-X-X-Z
Nickname: Perilous, X-Z
Age: 326
Species: Symbiote(klyntar)
Gender: Female-ish?
Appearance: A large thing of sentient goop with grey main color and red splotches. Polymorphic, so can take any shape she wants, which is normally a female upper-body when not being attached to someone.
Personality: Flirty, smart, protective, and kindhearted. But definitely not innocent.
Abilities: Polymorphic, superhuman, host multiplier(meaning they can enhance their hosts abilities)
Skills: taking a humanoid shape by herself and fixing tech
Weakness: Sound and fire
Occupation: Waitress
Wealth: Medium riches
Likes: Humanoids, bonding, helping
Dislikes: Loud noises, other symbiotes, evil people, being treated badly.
Bio: TbR
Fears: Not finding a heaven, fire
Theme Song: "A what?"

[King Tai]

Salamel

Salamel

Full Name: Salamel of Kondo

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Nick-name: Black Beast

Race: Reincarnating cursed Human

Age: Unable to determine due to his ability to reincarnate but appears to be 22

Height: 6'0

Weight: 190 lbs

Weaponry: a super durable wooden bo staff

Magic Type/Abilities:
Animal Mimicry- He has the ability to mimic different abilities and adaptations of existing animals. (ex: calling forth the power of an elephant, speed of a cheetah, agility of a monkey, healing ability of a lizard, can also breathe under water like a shark, retractable claws, can produce a venomous bite like snakes.... so on and so forth.) When he calls forth the power, a ghostly appearance of the animal ability he summons will appear for a moment and disappear.

He also have the keen senses and peak human physical attributes (before animal traits), along with accelerated healing factor where he could heal from virtually any injury in a matter of moments. He even has Indomitable Will.

(NOTE: currently developing a new enhancement magic that compliments Salamel's main power. Will have it completed soon)

His fighting style is mostly freestyle but he has a hybrid style of wrestling, boxing, muay thai, and jiu jitsu. He's an expert in stick fighting.

Personality: A free spirited individual with a love for adventure. Trouble seems to find him as he displays no fear in the unknown. Warning, he's a bit wild and hate to be tamed. He tends to seem simpleminded but he still have plenty of sense to understand situations and retain information. He's friendly to those he do not find threatening and even if they are threatening, if the person have a trait or power that Sal finds cool or just interesting, he would still befriend you unless the person pull dick moves that Salamel disapproves of. He hates malicious or evil intent. also has a short attention span.

Other: With his talent and danger becoming a bit too much for him on his own, he's been seeking talented individuals who could help him. Thus forming The Soul Brothaz with both Demarko and Ram-Sin upon discovering them from stories about the two.

Salamel is also the founder of Apex Pride and Associates after he teamed up with his Soul Brothaz companions. With a wide array of companions from all walks of life, they could face just about any challenge with teamwork and determination.

[DELETED jdl3932]

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[Song Book]

Ethodi

"I do love how they run... as if they could climb the walls as I do. Wasting their strength now is better for me though."

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From the waist up, Ethodi looked roughly humanoid enough, the draping fabrics that hung, hid the scaled pattern that traced its way up, fading into skin as it reached the arms and face. Ventral scales carried up the torso and neck thinning out as it reached her chin. Her face was uncannily human in appearance, with large glossy reddish orange eyes, a thin straight nose and darken scales that mimicked freckles across her cheek bones. Thick straight hair was braided thoroughly and pinned up as to not drag when laying. With grace her hands swirled as she twisted around. Resting upon her own lumped up long body of scales as she tastes the air with forked tongue looking for her next meal or a warm spot to rest.

Age:
Roughly 28-30, at least by judging her human appearance. Though she has lived and traveled for many more years overall. To a Naga like her what was the differnece in one year over another is the events that. Happened and after settings down those come few and far in-between.

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
A Naga thru and thru, Ethodi posses a main body of a serpent that fuses near it's head into that which mimics as a human's body. She posses two freed limbs and grasping hands, of which lack most to any scales. Continuing along her entire body is a trail of ventral scales, which of solid darkened color are hardy and tough. This includes trailing up her sudo torso and ending just below her chin and jaw, allowing her to travel fully horizontally across surfaces if she must. Her normal scales fade out to a sort of skin around what would be the waist on her sudo torso and form a convenient place for attaching bag straps. There is little real change in size of the body between segments, with anatomical differences coming from her arms a bit further up and the illusion of a true waist via the scale pattern change.

She is snake-like for the most part, with ribs running down the length of her body to support the toned muscles underneath. While her upper half mimics that of a humanoid species' torso, it contains little more than large lungs and the beginning of her digestive tract. While the size of the neck which holds up the head may seem to be a restriction in meal size, due to the lack of other purpose it contains few structures and is made entirely of stretchy skin and squeezing muscles. It's short length also helps in that endeavor. Her jaw holds an adequate amount of teeth for a humannoid, but two long retractable fangs take prominence when displayed. As a threat or for feeding. Much of her face including her mouth is covered in a sheer of fabric attached to her elaborate hairdo. Sparing most onlookers the uncanny valley horror than can be read into her face.

In mimicry with local humans Ethodi wears a light colored chiton closed at the shoulders with golden rings and tied around the waist with a braided rope with a loop on the side which most easily hung open. It drapes loosely across her torso, and is gathered at both the shoulder points and the waist to mimic the styles of the local villagers.

At total size she measures 12 feet long, and standing, if one can use the term, upright at around 5'5. Around her waist most days is a small bag full of golden and silver coins and other artifacts that can be. Sometimes also she carries with her a basket strapped more securely to her sudo torso's back, of which she can carry larger or heavier objects and meals.

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scale pattern: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/common…

Power Descriptions:
Ethodi possesses a strong paralytic venom, though she is wary to utilize it often. Along side this is improved sense through the ability to detect small changes in heat signatures and smell thought an utilizing her forked tongue and extra sensitive smell organs.

She also has a sort of charm to her that lures weakwilled creatures. Though this can produce a more uncanny feeling in humans if they have any survival experience.

Skills:
Ethodi is as skilled at her crafts of the hunt as she is of the arts. Spending time patrolling her garden for intruders, lounging in the brisk Mediterranean style sun of her palace home, playing instruments, and weaving. She has also done well in the art of reassurance and hypnosis, luring those in her company into a relaxed state, whether just to be kind or as a method of hunting creatures who are too thoughtful to corner and constrict.

Personality:
Ethodi is observant and sly, emotionally distant, but sweet and looking forever to find balance in all parts of herself. She often dotes upon those of her fancy, and of her prey, preferring those near her to be collected and calm in a similar manner.

Biography:
Having made a home from the ruins of an ancient palace, Ethodi now guards over her prized livestock and perfects her arts. Once a reckless child, she was an explorer in her youth, traveling far from her place of hatching and all others of her kind. Soon regarded as a monster by the local peoples, she kept mostly to the outskirts of societies until stumbling one day upon the ruined palace and decrying it her home.

She spent many years in establishing her palace once again in the local society and now spends some days entertaining guests of all statuses along side tending her flocks. She maintains friendly acquaintances with the nearby village, trading with vendors at high prices, having accumulated quite a small fortune when she was still young and feasted upon the bodies of those who dared to pose her harm. Many adventurers and young heroes has set upon the quest to slay her, though many were easily convinced against it with the hospitality she offered to them. And through cunning words sent instead to go slay those who wished her harm and had sent them on such a mission in hopes to get them killed. Those who were not convinced generally fell trap to her palace's interweaving corridors, which confused them, and the pits of which she could easily move across at full speed, and they blind with rage and hubris could not.

She had long stopped eating humans, as to maintain the small amnesty she had grown with the nearby village, so their bodies were generally allowed to be collected from the pits upon request. However quite a few had none who wished to claim them, so she had left them there to rot. That is not to says he wouldn't go for them again if she was presented the opportunity.

Likes:
She has grown quite fond the the livestock she now is caretaker over, their personalities too are nice to observe. Mahau and wine are some of her favorite drinks, though she is prone to sleeping fits from excessive consumption. She has also gotten into the habits of eating most trespassers to her garden. Though there has not been much of either wine nor trespassers near her Palace in a long long time.
Dislikes:
Ethodi loathes fires, at least those that reign uncontrolled and with little care so that they rise smoke that smothers the clean air. She hates trespassers and liars most of anything with theifs running a close third.

Fears:
She shows little fear towards many creatures with exceptions towards large birds which could carry her off. Wherever she would have met such large birds in a story you might get her to speak of at some point. Though with her large size now it is wondered if the large birds of her memories were average sized.
Weaknesses:
With a long unsegmented body and little natural armor outside of a thick sheen of scales, piercing weapons aimed properly can easily cause damage to her even if slashing weapons do little. However one or two won't do much to harm her if they do not hit anything too important and singular in nature.

[LiegeLord]

Sir Vendril

“Broker, Dealer, Corp head… all that and more! I have my hands in all aspects, so tread carefully when dealing with me.”

Sir Vendril

A human in most normal regards of their kind, heralding a more aristocratic appeal and look about him from his silver cane to a sleek top hat. His clothes also state the obvious look with finer spun dressier attire, Vendril has class and prefers to keep a civilized look and state about him. His blue eyes, brown hair and fair skin however mask what lies underneath, beware his red eyed stare when he’s upset otherwise you deal with what he truly is.

His other form is one of truly terrifying and awe inspiring features, a wyvern that has qualities and features of a dragon. From a longer neck with winged arms, a deadly smog breath and a clubbed ended tail, razor fine spines that fold and lock along his back and tail… to a very cuddly and soft underbelly. He is black scaled with a red toned underside with two pointed horns prodding from his head, smaller than other wyverns however with being just barely the size of a one story house. Vendril is one of these lab created beasts of war and he tries to keep that secret to a minimum given how Shadows aren’t likable creatures if not hunted.

Age:
“I’ll tell you what I tell everyone else, figure it out! But I’ll admit I look in my late twenties and early thirties.”

Gender:
Male

Rich or Poor?:
Rich in both regards

Power Descriptions:
Unlike others who may spew magic or powers, Vendril has no real powers except for what he is. Sir Vendril is a Shadow Dragon, a species of wyvern genetically manipulated and twisted into beasts of War. Beware as their dual scale carapace is extremely tough and not only that but magic seemed to just blow right over. Coupled with that his smog is acidic and eats away at even the toughest metal. But this only shows when he feels threatened or angered, otherwise he’d prefer to use his bladed sword cane and trusted pistol.

Skills:
Living a more modern style life one may not expect Vendril to have some outdoors skills, besides being a good cook he’s learned to live off of what he can and use every resource at his disposal. This mental thought process being applied to his own work, he utilizes every tool to the best he can. Coupled with this he is more than capable of learning and adapting quickly, in his eyes it’s the only way to survive in the world(s) he lives in.

Personality:
As stated before he holds himself in a very civil and professional manner, preferring a commoner with manners over a lord that acts a fool. Enjoying some time by the fire with tea and sweets while chatting about events unfolding. With this Vendril can get along with even those others may not desire to be around, as long as the company is fair and they act accordingly. Besides that he is certainly a silver tongued devil in his own regard, his words however sweet are direct and forward, no one can say that Vendril is a liar.

Biography:
During his younger years, Vendril wasn’t a higher class figure. Instead he lived within the lower middle class margin, the lands he hailed from even forcing those like him to live as middle class, regardless of his draconic heritage. He labored amongst the other commoners like him in the workshops, working with wood and metal to create pieces of furniture. All this continued up until his young adult years when war came to his city, the only thing he truly remembers are robed figures, horrific screeching wails and those he came to loath, Cir’ca.

Unlike the others, he was captured along with a few other draconic origin beings, even with their strength and might they were quickly overwhelmed by this new and dangerous foe. Clasped in irons and imprisoned, taken to facilities where those that enter don’t come out the same, forced into torturous processes and underwent horrible genetic change… the once proud dragon he was forever changed. Fashioned as a Shadow Dragon, he and many others were forced to strike down those they’d otherwise protect, unable to fight the influence until one day it simply vanished.

With that force gone it was only a matter of time before the Cir’ca were wiped out by their creation, however the damage was done and they would never be able to return to the lives they lived. Especially since many mistrust and some openly hunt their species down, it was this that forced Vendril to go into hiding to build himself up before returning to the open fields of a whole new world to him. Returning as a Underworld Information Broker that quickly seized power and created his new companies, his methods a mystery and his capabilities vast, Sir Vendril was one that had little competition once the ball was rolling. To this day he continues as a Broker in more than information, he’s clever and intelligent which makes him dangerous to the wrong people. To this day he continues his work all the while hiding the fact that a being of power is one of the most hated creatures known through the stars.

Likes:
Good tea and wine, sweets and savory treats. He does love music as well, more than eager to listen to most and sometimes hums along if it’s a tune he recognizes. But most of all he enjoys the company of those that have a story to tell or are eager to listen, words spoken beside the fire and relaxing chit chat… as long as they are decent in manner.

Dislikes:
Though he doesn’t dislike it, he isn’t a fan of dancing, more so it makes him nervous especially in front of other people. He loathes those that act childish and immature unless they are of the age to do so. But most of all, a more subtle one at that, is when others treat others lowly or as if they aren’t worth anything, it’s these moments that Vendril loses his temper and withholds biting his tongue.

Fears:
Despite it all, Vendril keeps a firm lock and key over his fears, avoiding allowing anyone to truly see it come to light. However, for this I will state it.

He is scared of being unable to do anything to protect those he cares about, he is cautious and nervous about conflict when it could be avoided for the sake of those he calls friends. He is fearful of the cloaked creatures that waged war, especially the Cir’ca, and goes to such extents to lash out at them. But most importantly he worries about his own secrets being brought to light, only those he truly trusts has the privilege of knowing them.

Weaknesses:

A major weakness to Vendril is simple: Electricity. Shadow Dragons find their strength and capabilities significantly hindered to near nulled if enough voltage runs through their bodies. Whether this was a designed genetic to aid in subduing unruly lot or an undesirable coincidental occurrence from said genetic manipulation? Matters not as a Shadow under force of electricity will be unable to defend themselves.

[ONL]

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Richard Barker - Private Detective

Richard Barker

"Quote Your Character Would Say"
The quintessence of the Private Detective, the "'Dick" and Professional Snoop, Richard Barker looks like a man who's got knocked down quite a few times but always gotten back on his feet. Mostly. Richard stand at an average height with an average build, with combed back black hair and brown eyes. What's most striking about the private detective isn't his dress or skill as a snoop, but the big scare on his nose. Few people know really what happened, but Richard sure won't tell just anyone.

Age:
33

Gender:
Male

Rich or Poor?:
He used to be fairly well-looking, but you can't take the New York gutter-kid out of a man spent working for the city. Try looking good and living on a non-unionised job, and see how poor you yourself become.

Power Descriptions:
Look. Richard is just an ordinary fellow, born and bred in New York, working his way up before it all came crashing down, so don't you come talking 'bout some sort of "Greater Power" that he has, like he's the damn Messiah. Okay? If you really need to nail down one power he's got, it's his nose - as sharp as a blood hound, and as fragile as Chinese porcelain. Put Richard in a room, and he'll figure out who was murdered there by what and who, and probably why. He reads rooms and people like nobodies business, and he's damn good at it.

Skills:
Arabic, Deduction of clues, psychology, Driving, Intimidation, Alertness, Stealth, Research, Dancing, Breaking & Entering, Stamina, Streetfighting and unarmed, Pistols and Shotguns.

Personality:
Richard comes across as a man with one thought in his mind most of the time; solving that last case, whatever the cost may be. He is determined to get the job done effectivly and correctly, in order to get that rent payed and food bought. And in doing so, he can appear as a man lacking emotions. He knows that most people lie to save their own skin, that many do so to both him and their closest ones, and that he probably will uncover whatever dirt they have on them. That's his job after all, figuring out who murdered that lonely man, where that cheating husband ran off to and with who, and where all those public funds got lost. People commit crimes, they lie, and he knows he probably can and will too.

That being said, Richard does have people he trusts and loves; people he would do a whole lot to keep safe and happy. It's just that because of some of these people that he's sceptical of others. People he loved and cared for lied to him, and that's what hurts the most. The remaining few are far in-between, though some have entered his soft spot after That happened. Just don't go expecting him to like you at first glance, even for your sweet smile and swinging walk.

Biography:
Richard was born the first of four children to the Barker-couple, born and raised in one of New York's shadier neighbourhoods. While things could get rough now and again, the four Barker-children had a fairly good childhood, even when their parents didn't have time for them. For Richard's father, Richard Barker senior, was a cop in the New York Police Department. Which was what Richard junior too wanted to become. So when he wasn't attending school or watching over his siblings, Richard could most often be seen following cops on duty to learn as much as he could. He even sometimes watched them from afar, witnessing how many conducted their work with ruthless efficiency and batons. But they only attacked the bad guys, right?

Richard never got a degree, but managed in 1906 to become a cop just after turning 18 partly thanks to his father already being in the same station. But a few short years later Richard junior was the only Barker left on the force. His father was suspected of taking bribes from a certain Italian establishment and swiftly kicked off-duty for an indefinite amount of time. At first Richard outright refused to believe that his father, the hero in shining armour and blue uniform he had looked up to for so many years could do such a thing, but with age came the creeping realization that no-one was uncorruptable. Every man had his price, even Richard himself.

His idealistic view on his duties as a cop brought him close to the neighbourhood he regularly patrolled. It was commonly known as "Little Egypt" for obvious reasons, as the main demographic of its inhabitants came from the Middle East and many spoke Arabic several generations after emigrating to America. Richard came to know those streets and its regulars more and more as the years on patrol went, and even learned an decent amount of Arabic himself. Of course he never got the accent right, but the others thought of it as characteristic of him, perhaps a bit cute? And he enjoyed it all; his work, his friends, his wife Beatrice and his soon-to-be-born child. Even if his father was a tainted mark on him, life was good.

It wasn't until after the Raid in 1914 that it all started falling apart.

It was meant to be routine task for the now promoted Richard and the rest of the team; they had solid information of a opium trade taking place, who would attend, and when and where it would take place. It would all be simple, put up an ambush and catch the criminals in the act, before going home just in time for dinner. It was anything but simple. They hadn't anticepated the pepretrators to put up resistance like they did, revolvers and knives all thrown into the mix of dark alleyways and too many cooks in one kitchen, so to speak. One of the Portugese guys grabbed Richard from behind, while another came at him with a razor and cutting his nose nearly clean off. Hadn't it been for the backup, Richard knew he'd probably be dead. And he also knew that this operation was doomed from the start. Someone from inside the Department warned them. It angered him, hardened him, even made him a little colder.

Either it was him turning colder that pushed his wife away, or it was his wife's departure that cooled the already shaken police officer, because a year later Beatrice wanted nothing more from Richard. Nothing more except his money and their daughter Elise. He could let go of the money, but Elise he couldn't part with. Not in a million years, not when he needed her the most to stay above water mentally. So when Elise disappeared without a trace another year after his and Beatrice's separation, he had no doubts as to who did it. At least he thought he did, until Beatrice out of all people came crying to him demanding to know where their little Elise was. Richard didn't know, she didn't know, and nobody else did either.

Richard couldn't take the pressure, and quit the force. When the police themselves stopped looking for her, he started on his own, even without many leads. Like she was torn out of this very reality and stored away in another. Richard was a broken man, left with little in that world to live for. Perhaps except for the slim hope of Elise returning home safe. Perhaps that's why he became a private detective, to earn enough money to still be alive if...when Elise comes home, or he himself found wherever those devils had taken her.

Likes:
Likes:

• Smoking
• Solving a case
• Slow-dancing
• Not having to borrow money, again
• Souvlaki
• Sleeping in a proper bed

Dislikes:
Dislikes:

• His ex-wife
• His nose
• People commenting his nose
• Breakfast
• Liars
• Clues not adding up

Fears:
Fears? Listen pal, after serving nearly ten years in the NYPD, you'll get used to a hell of a lot. Either you crack under the pressure, or you grow numb from it. Richard's of the latter, grown to have a lead belly. There's only two things he fears - Never finding his missing daughter, and barbers.
Weaknesses:
Richard Barker, P.I. is not the most sociable person one can find in central NYC. While he might be good at cracking heads and solving cases, he hasn't been the best of people's person since that fateful day in 1914. Give him a room, time and openings to talk, and you'll find him uncomfortable in social situations. Also don't comment his nose, or you'll find your own bloodied.
Other:
Feels as if he's died multible times already, travelled the world and been places he's never visited. Safe to say, he's not to worried to find himself in an interdimensional tavern. Give him a drink, a good cigarette, and he'll be happy for one of the few times in his life.

Theme Song:
"The New York City Ghost - Instrumental" by Herbie Harper

[Song Book]

Space for new character (Im a dumbbutt)

[Dark Cloud]

(ALWEN WILL GO HERE EVENTUALLY)

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Alwen, the Necromancer

[aia2022]

OC lol

Lavender
“No, go on. I don’t mind your little battle. In fact, it’s quite entertaining."

Lavender is a tall and lean female who is somehow as light as a feather. Wherever she goes, she dons a semi-realistic fox mask with ebony eyes to hide her face. Just like her name says, her hair is a muted shade of lavender that is normally tie up into a tight ponytail. She also always wears a traveller’s cloak, brown and well-worn though it still serves it’s purpose.

Age:
23- at least, that’s how old she looks. She could be younger or a tad bit older. Lavender doesn’t really know her age anymore.

Gender:
Female

Rich or Poor?:
She looks poor, but hidden beneath her cloak are dozens of golden and silver jewellery she has accumulated over her years of travel.

Power Description:
Lavender has fire, but blue. Think of Azula from ‘Avatar: The Last Airbender’ blue fire. She can manipulate it, turn normal fire into blue fire and can create fire with a flick of a wrist though it burns her if she keeps it in her hand. Burns hotter than normal fire and is her greatest strength.

Skills:
Lavender does not really call it a skill, but she is able to stay calm in the most chaotic of situations*. She is also considerably flexible.
*There is only one specific event where Lavender will start to panic, which is when she is at such a disadvantage that her main weakness is revealed and she does not have an explanation that doesn’t reveal how to damage her blue fire.

Personality:
Lavender is a calm woman who keeps to herself. Sometimes, however, she can be somewhat proud, quietly boasting about her victories of the past to those willing to listen. Despite that, she keeps a level-head and tries to see reason behind action.

Biography:
Lavender came from a quaint little orphanage that burnt down when she was extremely young. After a couple years of living in alleyways and dumpsters she acquired enough skills to be confident enough in herself to travel between lands. When she was around 15 she stumbled upon a temple. Whatever happened in there is a secret Lavender would like nobody to know but this is where she got her fire (and her sapphire in the left eye!) from. Afterwards Lavender continued to mature, but years of travelling alone with nothing but herself for entertainment shaped her into someone constantly thirsty for drama.
Maybe it also twisted her mind a little, but that’s not something she will discuss either.

Likes: Fire, real-life drama (to watch, obviously lol), the sun and the moon. Oh, and arson.

Dislikes: Extremely large amounts of water.

Fears: Drowning, for some reason.

Weaknesses: Sometimes, when she gets drunk or her guard lowers, she often takes off her mask. When she does, she exposes the previously mentioned sapphire jewel that replaces her left eye, the gem of which is the source of her blue fire. Any damage down to the jewel will be damage done to her power, and will greatly weaken her.

Other:
When she gets really, really mad/angry, she gets quite…murderous and while in this state, she will absolutely destroy anything in her path, whether they are friend or foe. She will commit arson.

Theme Song:
Lavender thinks a theme song would give her away when sneaking up on enemies. (actual excuse - I can’t find a good theme song for her :-:)

I am now asking you to forgive me for the hints of immaturity apparent within the character sheet :)

[Marmalised Junk]

Anya Daymourn

Anya Daymourn

"Sometimes I forget how old I am. Do you ever have issues like that? It's weird- I'm probably older then you, but you seem older then me."

                                                                                          Species:
                                            Anya is a Fae- a type of fairy.

                                                                                              Age:
                                                             In appearance, she looks 11-12, but she's really over 100.

                                                                                             Gender:      
                                                                                      Female, she/her

Rich or Poor?
Not entirely poor, but certainly not rich

                                                                                          Appearance:
A pale, petite girl, standing at 4'5, with red-gold hair, almost pink in some lightings. Her eyes are a shade of murky green, her ears are pointy and the girl's teeth are unusually sharp. Protruding from her back, are wings. Her wings are transparent, with intricate patterns, and if you look close enough, you can see some colour in them.  Anya wears a light, airy white dress, with wrist-length sleeves and a knee-length skirt. Her feet are incredibly dirty, due to being a traveller, and not owning any shoes. She tends to wear flowers and leaves in her hair, to make distract from her messy hair, and has fashioned a cloak out of leaves to wear in the rain.

                                                                                        Power descriptions:
The most obvious indication of a 'power' would be Anya's wings. Like you'd guess, she uses these wings to fly. She can flutter around, hover, or move pretty quickly to dodge things. She can also cast mini-spells, such as the one that altered her height.
Anya possesses aerokinesis, the power to control air/wind.  She can manipulate wing currents, change the flow of them, form gusts of wind and more. She mainly uses this to boost her higher into the air when flying, or blow gusts of wind into people's faces when they get annoying. 
An entirely different kind of magic she can use is general fae magic, although it can be very dangerous at times, so she keeps it under wraps. They say if you tell a fae tour name, they can use it to control you. Anya might be able to do this, but she's on the weaker side, and has interacted too much with humans, 'warping her morals', as some might put it.

Skills:
Anya is quick and agile, specifically in the air, and good at crafting items out of leaves and twigs, such as her cloak. She practices aerial acrobatics using her wings, (or  performing flips and dances whilst flying) to make money.  She's skilled in first-aid and wrapping bandages, and has almost worryingly good hearing.

Personality:
Hyperactive and carefree, Anya is the kind of person to get over-excited at going somewhere new. She's childlike in both appearance and personality. She has that youthful curiosity about her- being a very adventurous girl, and rather silly. She can either be extremely trusting of you, or it'll take a while for her to warm up to you. At times, she can be more serious, but this is quite rare. Much like a child, she can be annoying sometimes, and it might be purposeful. Anya finds the silliest things funny- like annoying people, or playing practical jokes. She can be stubborn, annoying (like I've mentioned), a bit of a crybaby, unsafe, and sometimes unreasonable. At times, she takes jokes too far, and then immediately regrets it and avoids the person she played it on for a little while.  Meeting new people can be nerve-racking, but she'll warm up to you eventually.
Of course her being a fae factors into her personality as well. She's not necessarily evil- far from it in fact, but she can be very Petty and vengeful, and while rarely every using that kind of magic, she can use it if she so wishes.
Biography:
Born in the land of the fae, Anya was extremely small as a baby. She frequently got lost, and got delivered back home by the neighbours on a daily basis.  Growing up, her family performed a lot of dances, whilst flying, and taught her the basics of it. Nowadays, she uses these performances to make money.   

At some point, she made a human 'friend' (who mainly thought it was cool for their image to be friends with a fae.) After a messy fight, both did things they they regretted- so she tries to watch what pranks she plays, or what she says to people. Anya acquired her aerokinesis at a young age, mainly using this for blowing wind into people's faces, or lifting them high into the air. Later on, she started star-gazing. Anya found this calming, and dreams of one day flying into the cosmos and living amongst them. 

For the last 10 years or so, Anya's been travelling alone. Going from place to place, doing her little air dances and acrobatics to make money. She's mostly lost contact with her family, and has attempted to use magic to alter her height to be more human-like, but it just warped, and now she stands at 4'5, like an incredibly short child. 

(Sorry I kept this short and not too many of the details! I didn't want to say too much about Anya's past, as I'm just gonna say she doesn't like talking about it)

Likes:
Anya's diet (and favourite foods) mostly consists of Fruit, Meat and Sweet treats, Candy or desserts. She Loves these- or anything that contains high amounts of sugar.  She likes most people, and specifically people she gets close to are one of her priorities. Anya's hobbies include star-gazing, exploring, flying, playing pranks, being annoying, performing and more.

Dislikes:
Anya dislikes rain- it dampens her wings and she can't fly when they're damp. She dislikes eating eggs, the monsters from the stories she used to read, meeting new people, and really, really, REALLY, hates boredom. 

(There are other things she doesn't like, but either I can't think of them, or I'm lazy)

Fears:
Her biggest fear is death. Anya is scared of dying, and the people she loves dying. She doesn't want to lose anyone. 
Abandonment and being forgotten are high on the list of fears too.
She also has a fear of thunderstorms, mainly the flashes, loud noises and heavy rain that comes with them. 
Other then these, she isn't scared of many things.

Weaknesses:
Probably, Anya's biggest weakness is the rain, as she can't fly in the rain, and this is a major hazard for her. If she can't fly, she can't earn money, or dodge attacks, and it's difficult to control the wind in the rain. 

Walking barefoot whilst travelling might also count as a weakness, as there's plenty of hazards with hurting your feet- blisters that might get infected, feet and legs getting cut and scratches, even breaking bones in certain circumstances.

Also making Anya cry can be an issue- she cries like a child, and at times she's not needed, being sad distracts her for the moment.

[Griffintaur]

Tharraleos

Full name: Tharraleos Polemistis

Nickname: Tharr (mainly used by allies)

Age: Just under 1,500 years old

Species: Allasson Griffin (mutated)

Gender: Male

Bipedal height: 3 feet, 8 inches

Bipedal weight: 390 pounds

Quadruped height: 4 feet, 4 inches

Quadruped length: 8 feet

Quadruped weight: 715 pounds.

IQ and intelligence: 220. Despite this, he has never had much formal education. His IQ has come from his centuries of existence and knowledge he has acquired throughout his extensive life. Since he has lived across the world for many centuries, he has mastered numerous different languages as a result

Sexual orientation: Asexual

Occupation: Tharr partakes in a number of fighting tournaments yearly and earns a good amount of prize money. He also frequents work as a bodyguard, often for royalty or political figures. Other times he seeks assignments as a bounty hunter to hone his predatory senses.

Alignment: True Neutral

Dominant paw: Ambidextrous

Primary language: Greek

Diet: Carnivorous

Residence: Tharr has no consistent living situation. He primarily finds shelter within the mountain range of whatever region he's in. During his time making these places his temporary home, he becomes a protective guardian of sorts for the area, shielding it from harm.

Hobbies and talents: Training his mind, body and soul for combat occupies a majority of his time. Aside from battle, he is quite the skilled poet, often converting his experiences throughout his life into poems of various types. Tharraleos is an adept yoga practitioner. It keeps his mind and spirit clear and is a crucial component of his training among other meditative practices.

Likes: Tharraleos prides himself in excellent hygiene, and this is most evident in his love of extended bathing. Whatever areas of clean, natural water he finds among his travels are almost always visited. Aged wine is his other luxury of his and enjoys a wide variety of such on an almost day to day basis. Even more evident is his affinity for traveling. Tharr is in constant search of adventure whether to seek worthy combatants, or simply a change of scenery to further his wisdom.

Dislikes: Weak or inexperienced opponents irritate Tharraleos to the point of boredom. He also despises losing a battle only if he doesn't try with all his might. Modern technology is also something he despises, although this may pass much like it has with previous advancements in technology. Phones, computers and anything of the like are useless tools for Tharraleos and while he does have the ability to adapt to them quite easily, he prefers to ignore them entirely.

Personality: Despite his affinity for combat, Tharraleos is rather amicable towards many issues, occasionally to the point of apathy. He is habitually unconcerned with the problems of others simply out of sheer disinterest. Tharr is a stubborn beast who believes his way of approaching things to be ideal. It is not easy to change his mind, just as it isn't easy to convince him he is wrong or he should care about a particular issue. He’s largely content to let the troubles of the world pass him by and doesn’t bother with issues other than his own. Tharraleos feels at peace with himself and will assist those who grasp his intrigue to the best of his ability. He however, is still mostly indifferent with the entire perspective compared to his objects of interest. He overall does what’s necessary for survival and holds little care for anything at all.

If Tharr has spent an abundance of time in one place, restlessness will likely ensue and he will yearn for the opportunity to travel. He has a desire to see the world and experience its mystery. Tharraleos seldom has a destination and revels in the journey itself above all else. He often has trouble maintaining focus and interest on a single topic. He commonly multitasks and gets bored quickly unless the subject appeals to him enough. It’s difficult to anger him as he takes very few slights to heart.

Notwithstanding his docile nature, Tharraleos will lash out swiftly, violently, and with intent to end the problem for good if provoked. He has a very clear sense of ownership, property, and commitment with notable emphasis on these traits. Breaking a vow to him is often an unforgivable offense. Undeniably honorable, he lives by his words and this designation holds great merit.

He is extremely confident, though in a more stoic and less outspoken manner. However, he has a strong sense of self-worth and may express it in a particularly abrasive form of self-righteousness. His hubris often scales with his Pride reserves. He generally views himself above others and often uses the term “mortal” to those he perceives as below him. He's well aware of his hypocrisy as Tharr is no immortal being and has only a much extended lifespan. Even with instances of high amounts of hubris and strength, he never proclaims to harbor any Godly or otherworldly power. In actuality, he detests such a notion with no intention of seeking it.

His prideful disposition extends further than this as Tharr views himself as a beautiful creature, frequently grooming himself to maintain his appearance and almost always admires himself should the opportunity present itself. There can even be moments where he can become frustrated at an individual if they cause any disorder in his appearance, more so if said individual is aware of this fact and their actions are intentional.

He has a natural warrior-like mentality, preferring to fight stronger opponents rather than weaker ones and generally shows reluctance to fight those he considers weaker than himself. Taking one’s life is often perceived as an act of humility as he harbors no jurisdiction on an individual's life. Although this is bypassed under certain circumstances or if it's simply the only option. Tharraleos has incredible amounts of courage, both physically and mentally. That being said, he has the ability to confront fear, pain, danger, uncertainty, or intimidation with no problem. He can easily face physical pain, hardship, death, or threat of death. He acts rightly in the face of popular opposition, shame, scandal, or discouragement. Tharraleos is not one to usually take the role of leader. When applicable, he more enjoys being the backbone or enforcer of a group. If this position is given to him and he has no other option than to accept, his natural born leadership is shown. This is when his fondness for impassioned speeches is seen to boost the morale of his followers and to bestow them his immense knowledge.

Physical appearance:

The mighty Tharr

Backstory: Tharraleos hails from a shape-shifting subspecies of Griffins called the Allasson that frequently live in tribes within various mountain ranges. Typically under the guise of a bipedal Suppressed Form, these inhibitors could be relinquished to unleash the monstrous quadruped of the Rampant Form. Since he was a young hatchling, Tharraleos was diligently trained to become a fierce combatant and hunter, learning a variety of fighting styles and weapon proficiency. From his results, it was clear he was a natural born fighter and basked in the glory of battle, even if his overall power was objectively average compared to others. As he neared adulthood many decades later, he acted on his desires to explore the infinite vastness of the world and departed his home. Whilst living this nomadic lifestyle, he’d continue to hone his skills by partaking in numerous mercenary jobs, bounty hunting, bodyguarding among other chances to throw his strength around. As age began to set about three quarters through his life, he began to undergo the elusive mutation of his kin that nullifies their ability to transform and disfigures them in different ways. After an agonizing century long metamorphosis of perpetual suffering, he gradually formed into the Tauric dual-bodied combatant in the current day. Along with that, not only did it reverse his aging to return him to his prime, but halted it altogether as well. Initially viewing this as a curse and even longing for the relief of death during his transformation, this mostly subsided for some time afterwards. Though as the years went on he eventually noted just how capable this newish body was and developed a newfound sense of confidence with his mutation. Never in one place for too long, Tharrelos lives on and aimlessly roams the globe constantly seeking an opportunity for life’s next journey.

[Sadies]

Dai Talox

"You have no idea how lucky you are!"

Dai is of average height but is on the slightly underweight side. He has dark red, scruffy hair and pale skin. He dresses in well worn, dark clothes that are appropriate for the weather and carries a large and very heavy, well used, backpack crafted from natural materials.

Age:
Appears 23 Years, is much older.

Gender:
Male

Rich or Poor?:
Poor

Occupation:
Seeking Employment.

Abilities:
Wendigo (Secretly) - Dai is cursed to be a Wendigo. He has an instinct to want to eat human flesh and if he looses control he transforms into his Wendigo form, where he becomes much stronger and much more dangerous.

Skills:
His Wendigo form is strong, powerful and ruthless.

Personality:
Dai comes across as an unapproachable and unfriendly character, he can be quick to ensure someone knows to keep their distance by being rash. No-one has gotten close to Dai since his life was turned into a nightmare purely down to the fact that he keeps everyone away. He appears strong on the outside, however inside Dai is crumbling and crying out for someone who can save him; either emotionally of physically.
His Wendigo curse takes up so much of his life that Dai has almost forgotten who he is.

Biography:
Much about Dai is a mystery due to his reluctance to get to know new people, so he is only known via rumour and speculation.
The truth is that Dai grew up in a middle classed human family of 3 other siblings and his parents. Life was pretty unremarkable, his parents worked hard to keep their family well. Dai was expected to have a good future, he was averagely educated and had been working for some time with his father at his leather workshop to earn some money for him to travel and find work...However things did not turn out that way when the hiking trip from hell resulted in the death of Dai's brother and Dai loosing his humanity to the curse of the Wendigo.

After the incident, Dai abandoned his family, his friends and his home town as he knew he would no-longer have a place to belong there and was afraid to show his face there again. Dai began to travel, forever seeking a sanctuary of safety that doesn't exist.

Likes:
- Humanity and the things that make him feel human again.
- Wildlife watching.
- Charting the stars and creating star maps.

Dislikes:
- His curse of the Wendigo and his inability to live normally.
- Being isolated with no-one to trust in.

Fears:
- Killing or hurting people.
- People knowing his secret, especially those who would want to murder him. (Wendigo.)

Weaknesses:
- Has to stay in control always.
- He has trust issues.
- Food and drink makes him feel ill.

Other:
The only cure for his curse is to stab his non-beating heart, although this also kills him.

[OddnessApproved]

Ghiar

Ghiar

_{"In this room, I can feel every emotion."}

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Short Physical Description

Barely having any pigments, he appears to be black and white almost with faded pigments of regular to exotic colors. Those pigments on his skin that do show resemble the emotion he is feeling. Having such an after-life appearing image, Ghiar stands above 6' and appears to weigh around 175-180. He has short charcoal faded hair that waivers without any wind.
Usually keeping himself dressed in moderate clothing, Ghiar appears to be semi-muscular as if he naturally built muscle over years of living, but he does not appear to do any physically demanding jobs unless asked. He would be considered tall, somewhat lengthy, and having a smaller build.

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Age ♎ Uknown age, over the age of 2,500 years.

Gender ♎ Male

Rich or Poor? ♎ Currently without money and in search of a job.

Power Descriptions
♈ With this power, he can light candles with the snap of his fingers and extinguish them with the blink of an eye. He can create or distinguish a small flame if he concentrates, but he cannot do anything else.
♉ Ghiar can travel to the past and future with or without others. He is not limited in his ability to travel to different spatial locations throughout the multiverse.
♊ Ghiar can transform into two different forms. The one he usually stays in, appearing human-like with no colors and hard physical lines to keep his body from fading away into the universe, or a form that takes on darkness and what appear to be stars within. Every time he transforms, a new voice enters his head, and he begins to fade somewhere else into his more physical form.
♋ Ghiar can feel emotions in the third dimension, and the emotions of others can physically change his appearance. As previously stated, the hues of his skin can change to colors that resemble the emotions one feels if he touches them with his bare hand(s). His touch can make someone feel cared for and loved, as well as provide a calming sensation throughout their body. If he touches them without gloves for an extended period, they may fall asleep.
♌ Ghiar glows slightly regardless of the time or day. His skin reflects all types of light, including the moon and stars. The longer he stays out past dusk, the more moonlight he absorbs, and the brighter he can glow.
♍ As a fortune teller, he can only tell someone's fortune if they allow him to hold them for a long enough period. To tell their fortune, he must put them to sleep with his touch and read into their unconscious minds and dreams. Even by accident, someone can reject him from their unconscious mind.
♎ Telekinesis is the ability to manipulate or interact with matter or another aspect of a physical system using non-physical means.
Its most basic characteristic is the ability to move and control objects (or to generate and apply physical force on a target or potentially an area) without physical contact. He has only been able to move smaller objects weighing less than 20-25 lbs. With this ability, he can close and open doors.
♏ Users can obtain information about an object, person, location, or physical event using a sight that is beyond the normal range of detection. They can usually do so without using their eyes, allowing them to act when they are unable to use their eyes. He needs something that is part of that object to gain information with this ability. If he wants to learn more about a particular book, he needs a sentence or paragraph from it, a page, a thread, and so on.
♐ Ghiar can float around in his human-like form and fly around in his secondary form.
♑ Ghiar cannot completely disguise himself, but he can blend into the background or his surroundings by becoming transparent.
♒ Ghiar can communicate with another person and allow them to communicate back to him using only mental means.
♓ Ghiar's main ability is astral projection, which he can only use while sleeping. When he is awake, he may feel sleepy because he is projecting his consciousness out of his body while he is sleeping. It's like being a ghost, roaming around but no one can see or hear you unless the right conditions are met.

Skills
♈ Ambidextrous
♉ Cooks well and has a natural talent for putting things together for the first time and having them turn out edible or even enjoyable.
♊ Has a good memory for faces, names, and things that are important to others.
♋ He is capable of making someone feel at ease or of being an active listener to those who need to speak.
♌ Being aware of what someone requires. He might be considered good at getting gifts.
♍ Adapting
♎ Talking
♏ Human lie detector???
♐ Oddly being able to land on his feet more times than not in a sticky situation.
♑ Dry and sarcastic sense of humor
♒ Being a flirt
♓ Finding the good in everything

Personality

Ghiar always tries to listen before reacting, and he tries to understand where people are coming from. He acknowledges that everyone has a different path in life, and some are more difficult than others, so some will appear more difficult before opening up to someone else. He enjoys hearing people's stories and accepts things as they are. When it comes to the majority of life, he may have a more realistic perspective or one that could be considered down-to-earth.
His personality would be described as friendly, semi-talkative, and sociable in general. The colors of his skin reflect his personality and emotions; they are a dead giveaway to how he truly feels. People will notice if he is a bad liar if they catch on. He avoids lying, however, because he believes that telling the truth is easier than continuing to lie.
Most people don't understand his dry and sarcastic sense of humor, but he's not sarcastic on purpose... it just comes out. His sarcasm usually appears when someone asks an obvious question or does something silly or stupid in his opinion. He can transform into a playful creature with a smirk or even a happy grin.

Biography

Ghiar can't remember where he was last, but he can tell you that he was created by the stars and how they aligned. He has been wandering the multiverse alone since he was created thousands of years ago. Throughout his life, he has met a wide range of people. He can tell you about his parents and the zodiac signs, but he rarely brings it up unless someone expresses an interest in who he is and where he came from.

Likes
Challenges
Pampering himself
Playful souls
Making people laugh or being a good company to someone else
Water (swimming)
Equilibrium
Sharing

Dislikes
Work that doesn't use his abilities or skills
Drama
Misplacing things
Being completely ignored
Sloppy workers
Injustice
Dishonesty (when directly asking about something.)
Losing control over oneself
Being bored

Fears
Being forgotten
Succumbing to their second form
Isn't liked by others
Will not be able to live up to self-expectations
Making the wrong decision
Losing individuality
Loneliness

Weaknesses
Can be a perfectionist (causing unneeded stress and worry)
Getting out of bed on time
Being sensitive and holding it inside
Indecisive
Anxiety
Can get caught up in his emotions and thoughts
Internalizes things way more than he should
His own appearance
Overthinking, everything

Theme Song:
"Ambient Space Music" by Fantasy & World Music by the Fiechters

[DELETEDUSER007]

Lyren, The Wanderer

~Lyren~

Non-binary || Timeless || Living God

"I have come to the enlightened understanding that life, ultimately, is nothing but a dream. So come! Let us dream of something beautiful together."

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The Spark

An Inferno of Supremacy: Upon your anointment, you have already attained the Master Spark, the final flame before your ascent into Amaranth. Thus, you have complete initial access to the powers of the Master Spark, and require no further magnification or time to attain them. You exceed even the arbiter of the Versal Cycle in power by far, and there are so few bounds to your power that it is difficult to discern it from omnipotence. Only Amaranth awaits.

You have:

• 6 Spark Points
• 10 Master Spark Points
• 6 Resource Points
• Innumerable or Custom Modes of Transcendence

Modes of Transcendence

Living Image: You have seen the dream of the Verse as it is. You have spoken your name to the vivid illusion, and you have become an individual, disparate and yet one with all things. The world is as but a dream, and you the dreamer. Everything is dependent upon you to stand upright. The status of Living Image is much like Buddhist enlightenment, in that one realizes that they are one with creation, but also much like solipsism, in that one realizes creation is one with themselves, and so is as manipulable as moving a finger or blinking. Think of these abilities as like a lucid dream, in which you see past the veil and realize that nothing is outside of yourself.

Your abilities are surreal in nature.

The Secret: Through the understanding of The Secret, the meaning of everything is within your grasp. Manipulation of these secrets allow creation to be malleable on a conceptual level, given that you understand its underpinnings perfectly. Think of Prometheus and the secret of fire, and then conceive of having knowledge of every secret, given that just one made man into a veritable god of the Earth. Even deities will be as insects to you.

Your abilities are esoteric in nature.

Godhood: You have ascended to divinity, to be numbered among the ranks of pantheonic gods. However, you are not merely a deity, but a supreme deity, a god among gods, for whom Hyperion bends the knee and Athena kisses the foot. You are not bound up in a single aspect of godhood, such as thunder, the seas, or so on, and your powers are far more broad and overreaching. As such, you will likely be worshipped by all.

Your abilities are divine in nature.

Goals

Freedom: With the strength you possess, who would dare try to tell you what you want? You are free to do as you please with your might, and may choose to pursue or abandon any of the above goals or others you may think of as you see fit. There is no law holding you to anything, and the only will you follow is your own. If you simply want to experiment with your powers, or if you want to freely toy with the world of mortals as you please, you may do so with total recklessness. There are next to no consequences left that can affect you, so what matter is anything but your own good desire?

Spark Powers

Meta-Immortality (0): You are eternal and invincible on a metaphysical level, and your state of existence is beyond time, space, and causality, immune to harm from all conceivable sources, even of a metaphysical or abstract nature. You cannot die, even on a conceptual level, by any means at all. Along with eternal being, you also possess eternal agency; you cannot be bound, entrapped, or otherwise, nor can your will and self be altered or manipulated; you will always have the full capability to do that which is your will to do, immunizing you from the effects of manipulation or restraint of any kind. Should the local universe, multiverse, omniverse, or even the Verse itself or all Verses be compromised, you will continue to exist in spite of this, and, if you so choose, may remain unconscious and unaware of the passage of time until the natural forces of creation reconstitute existence. You are exempt from the negative side effects of living an infinite life, such as boredom, ennui, depression, mental instability, and so on, if those emotions or any other effects like them were to be caused by the fact that you live an eternal life. If you should ever wish to pass on from this life, you may do so freely and enter into an afterlife of your choosing, and may return to life whenever you should desire to, and, if you are so inclined, reincarnate into whatever form of natural life is fitting for you throughout the cosmos. You are eternally in your prime, are immune to the effects of age, and possess perfect mental and physical faculties, meaning that you will never lose your soundness of mind or become unable to recall events from millions or billions of years ago.

Omnilock (0): Your existence is outside of and beyond creation, and thus is beyond the effects of any and all things. You have absolute and utter immunity against all threats against you or anything which your being/mantle encompasses. While you may possess a physical form that exists within the bounds of dimensions, time, space, form, comprehension, and so on, this avatar is not your true being; your true existence is so vast and abstract that it defies and supersedes all physical, metaphysical, real, and unreal boundaries and definitions, capable of surviving the death of all things, immune to all negative effects derived from a creation so below your godhead. Anything which is entailed by your mantle exists in this way, and this may include anything which is subservient or attached to your person, a definition which is, for the most part, dictated by your interpretation.

Eternal Ascension (0): Until such time as you should attain Amaranth, the highest possible state of absolute omnipotence, you have infinite potential in all aspects and attributes, and grow in power at near-infinite rates which are constantly increasing at near-infinite speeds. The speed at which your rate of progress towards Amaranth increases is also near-infinite, and so on to a near-infinite degree. Your ability to supersede, ascend, and overcome limitations of any kind is of the highest caliber in existence. It is impossible for you to degrade in power, and you are in a constant state of exponential progression towards omnipotence. When you lack sufficient strength to complete your endeavors, when you are defeated, or when you are otherwise impotent to your ends, you will evolve drastically to meet the challenges entailed to you. Your existing powers may grow to vastly different proportions and in numerous functionalities, and you will come to possess powers not presented to you here as you attain greater and greater heights of power. Even omnipotence as you know it now is not the upper boundary of your future capabilities. You are able to learn any powers, techniques, arts, masteries, and abilities with ease, even by mere observation, and possess prodigious talents of nigh-infinite magnitude in your every endeavor and undertaking. Without exception, you have the greatest natural capacity for power in all of creation.

Unbound (0): You possess true and transcendent freedom from all authority and wills other than your own. Your self is inviolate and unchained by that which once abated you; good and evil, truth and lies, one and all. Because your self is inviolate, and you are thus unbound by causality, fate, the past, the present, or the future, there are no longer versions of yourself which exist in alternate worlds, times, or spaces, and you yourself encompass all that is and ever will be called "you," making you a Versal Constant. You cannot have your ascent prevented via retroactive alteration through time travel or similar abilities, nor can you have your actions subverted in any way; just as your self is inviolate, so to is your will; nothing can influence your decisions or desires but your own will and pleasure; your will is your own, and temptation, manipulation, irrationality, and the like will not inhibit it. Similarly, you are completely freed from negative emotions you do not wish to experience, and are unbound by psychological or biological factors in your wellbeing and personal state. You may experience whatever emotions or sensations you desire, and may adjust your mental and emotional state to whatever is desirable to you.

Celestial Substance (0): The physical form which your abstract consciousness inhabits is now no longer composed of mundane physical matter, and has been revoked of all possible imperfection and defect. Because your body is one of Celestial Substance, you are unbound by all biological and physical limitations. You possess no physical needs, nor do you possess any biological compulsions, though you may experience and undertake any of these if you so desire. This form is a reflection of your ultimate and absolute self, and is astoundingly beautiful beyond the scope even of the most resplendent divine beings and mantles. Even your very blood is the flickering, gleaming fluid of distilled, metatextual meaning. Your form is that which embodies perfectly your highest self, and as a result may entail whatever features you deem appropriate. Similarly, whatever you may choose, your form will possess physical and intellectual prowess at the highest possible echelon for mortal life across the breadth of the Verse.

Emanation (0): Your presence is overwhelming when in full breadth, and you may convey your power and form with whatever effects are desirable, from blinding vivid lights to strange and surreal shapes and sounds antithetical to vision and hearing themselves. Depending on the degree to which you choose to reveal your true nature, this effect can range from subtle to mind-bendingly vast. The effect which your true nature has on others is dependent upon what aspects of your infinite self you choose to magnify; your overwhelming and impossible beauty, your vast and awe-inspiring power, your consummate and perfected wisdom, your abstract and incomprehensible nature, and so on. That given, the full comprehension of your complete and true form is likely to bring existential crisis, insanity, or even death, and so is inadvisable when these effects are not desirable. With this ability at your disposal, legions of bitter foes will bow in reverence at the slightest command, followers will regard your word as infallible truth, doubters will turn white with fear, and the want of innumerable amatory hearts will be your merest touch.

Planeswalk (0): You have complete mastery over locus, and may pass between higher and alternate dimensions, times, realms, universes, planes, worlds, spaces, and so on, even to extents beyond that of the Verse's scope or in the strange and surreal interspace between the structured cosmos. You have exact knowledge of your location, both temporal and spatial, with reference to the rest of existence, thus dramatically simplifying navigation in all but the most phantasmagorical planes and spaces. You are similarly capable of omnidirectional movement at truly unlimited speeds, allotting you flight and motion at speeds massively faster than light, sufficient to traverse metaphysical distances, or distances across lengths greater even than the concept of distance, instantaneously. Your form and mind are adaptive to whatever conditions you may encounter in alternate planes, you are capable of communication perfectly in any language or system, and you can easily adapt to strange and unknown cultures, traditions, and the like throughout your travels. You may use this ability to transport others and objects as you see fit similarly. Other unmentioned minutiae of convenience for the purposes of Versal travel are included within this ability; opening portals and gateways, teleporting objects and individuals selectively, resolution of intertemporal paradoxes, and all that is requisite for complete ease of travel throughout the vast and unknowable cosmos.

Power Matrix (0): Your powers are in an echelon above that of a Point, and as such are perfected and refined in ways even the most perfectly aligned powers are not. They and your consciousness are one in the same, and as such cannot be altered, manipulated, or acted upon in any way by any force, such as in replication or dampening. Similarly, they operate without even the effort of a blink, and roil with their full power at your slightest whim, unabated by loss of focus, distraction, or any other factors. Because your powers are as much a part of you as your will is, you are aware of the every minutia, limitation, and strategic value, and you possess absolute knowledge of their every facet and mechanic, with skill in wielding them at the level of one who had possessed them for truly infinite eternities and Versal Cycles. It is impossible for your powers to ever operate in a way that is not conducive to your will and intent, and may act upon your will and intent even if you are unaware, such as preventing calamity in far-off dimensions that would be undesirable to you. A number of other enhancements of convenience are included within this ability, such as manifesting your powers in whatever aesthetic capacity is desirable to you, immunity to the effects of powers of a lower magnitude than your own, fine-tuned control of how much of your full power you allow yourself to use at a time, and so on, all to the effect of enhancing and easing the usage of your powers as much as possible.

Subtle (0): One such as yourself, just as you may wish to be known, so too may wish to be unknown. At will, you may become undetectable by any means whatsoever, in any selective capacity, along with your actions. This includes detection through such means as future-sight, divination, omniscient awareness, calculation, or any other more varied means of detection along with sensory detection. You may selectively revoke knowledge of your actions, of yourself, or of anything else as you see fit. Similarly, you are capable of revoking and reversing the effects of any of your powers at will, in whatever capacity and to whatever degree is desirable. The total effect of this ability allows you complete privacy, and welcome freedom from the detrimental consequences of your actions, errors of judgement, or brash misuse of your abilities. Few things are consequential to one as yourself.

Master (0): As is tradition with many beings of your caliber, servants, under the incentive of your divine power, will seek to serve you dutifully and do your will, often heroes of legendary prowess who wish to champion your cause, other deities in need of the protection of your wing, or even religious figures leading your worship. You may bestow any powers you possess, in whatever capacity and to whatever degree you deem appropriate, to others. Much like under the effects of Power Matrix your abilities operate unconsciously in accordance with your will, any powers which you bestow upon others will also function in accordance with your will unconsciously, and will naturally cease to function if the individual wielding them acts outside of your will or otherwise. Mortals will pine after your favors with rabid fervor in the pursuit of both your approval and the chance at eternal life, vast mystical skill, or other powers you possess, and will gladly do your continual bidding, whatever that may entail, to retain them.

True Anointed (0): Your ascension entails a vast understanding of the underlying mechanics of the metanarrative, in whatever form that may take. As a result, you possess ultimate and transcendent wisdom, as if you had existed since the beginning of creation itself, before all Versal Cycles, at the stirrings of the complete Ad Deus, with all the knowledge such a life would entail. That upon which existence stands, along with innumerable, unimaginable secrets attained over unimaginable eons are all within your repertoire of prior knowledge. You are a living repository of infinite wisdom, the ancient knowledge of the Verse funneled into your mind at the instant of your ascent. Though you are not omniscient, you are like a true messianic figure, enlightened to the deepest secrets existence and life have to offer.

Timeless (0): Your existence and origin is not bound by time in the slightest; you may decide the point in time at which you come into existence, how long you have existed, and so on, whenever you see fit to alter these. As a result, the prevention of your ascent is impossible, given that it could feasibly have occurred before you even existed, or could have simply occurred in a time impossible to intrude upon. You may retroactively decide how long you have lived, after your previous activities based upon knowledge you gain in future activities, alter your future activities based upon knowledge you gain in prior activities, and so on; the boundary of time is all but nonexistent for one as yourself.

Alchemical Arbiter (6): You are the master of the metaphysical aspects and Platonic Forms with which an object or concept is described. This power is extremely esoteric, even by the standards set by other powers within this listing, but in the hands of one skilled in its execution is also one of the most fundamentally powerful. You control not the physical existence of the object or concept which you manipulate, but the very essence of it; in a single manipulation, you could maximize the conceptual aspect of beauty across existence, causing all things to become consummately aesthetically pleasing on a metaphysical level. In a more complex manipulation, you could change the very concept of time into a solid object in the palm of your hands, as easily manipulated as physical matter. Freely and arbitrarily determine the colors of space, the weight of mass itself, the darkness of light, or even more abstract concepts like morality, consciousness, and information as you see fit. All aspect and description is beneath your divine edict.

Master Spark Powers

Verse Weaver (5): Your understanding of the nature and structure of planes and that which interlinks them has allotted you absolute creative powers, like those which brought about the Verse as it exists now. By your whim you may create utterly anything, even to the scale of entire Verses beyond our own, molded to the magnification of your splendor. This power is over creation, and not destruction; you may create without limitation, but cannot destroy through any means using these abilities other than to revoke that which you create. Limitless potential dimensions, personal artifacts and objects of value, vast construct armies, and entire multiverses formed to your liking are all easily within your power, and the scalar limitation of the infinite Verse is as easily violable by your simple will. That which you create is not limited by your understanding, imagination, or any other factors; that which you will to be created is created, regardless of these factors. That which you do not personally detail will be implemented as if you had detailed it.

(Evolution of Restructure, Heaven King)

Spark Artifice (5): You have the absolute power to alter state, quality, quantity, attribute, and so on of any existing concept, entity, object, or force, including powers themselves. That is, you can grant yourself and others any conceivable powers and attributes up to and including those of the nigh-infinite magnitude of Spark Powers such as Omnikinesis, Worldmind, and so on. This in itself constitutes nigh-omnipotence in the sheer variety of powers you may design for yourself, lacking in any scalar limitations whatsoever, being powers born of your enlightenment. That said, these powers cannot reach the heights of Master Spark Powers, being so infinitely superior that only the original spark of Amaranth within you could drive you to the Master Spark you have attained; their might is thus irreplicable. As much as these are valuable, you possess a complete mastery over meaning itself, on a metaphysical level. The fundamental attributes and elements from which even metaphysical concepts arise bow to your artifice. You do not merely manipulate the matter and quantities with which the object of your control is concerned; you fundamentally alter the force of meaning upon which the reality of a given object stands. All is as your effigy; all is as your attribution states it to be. The very machinations of the Ad and Sub Deus, the dead gods of entity and existence, are beneath your command.

(Evolution of Alchemical Arbiter, Spectrum, Power Architect)

Resources

Wealth (1): You have access to multiple Vaults, vast cosmic stores of wealth designed to house the fortunes of ancient civilizations securely until their rightful owner might claim them. This entails nigh limitless supplies of rare gems, metals and materials, precious jewelry and antiques, as well as near limitless stores of all variety of interuniversal currencies, such as Pearls, Credits, Gold Coins, and so forth. The wealth stored within is so vast as to be the net worth of thousands of universes (or roughly 20% to 30% of the Verse's currently produced wealth), capable of easily purchasing personal galaxies, pocket dimensions, powerful magitech, potent substances, and any number of slaves you could wish for. The Vaults slowly grow in size and capacity over time, filling with exponentially greater riches in relation to how much you expend, so that you always have enough wealth to purchase essentially whatever you require. Inflation or other economic constraints will never cause the wealth of your Vaults to diminish by excessive spending. You can easily turn a massive profit by investing in mining operations, dyson spheres, planetary conquests, black markets, and more to become a powerful mogul and economic force throughout the Verse. No one can access the Vault but you, and you may access its resources at any time. The riches of ten-thousand universes are at your disposal, and will only grow with time. If you have Collections or any other extraplanar storage facilities, these may be merged at your discretion. If you already have an idea of what you wish to spend some of this wealth on, you may specify as you desire. Note that currency created using any powers or permutations of powers is fundamentally invalid, and generally as valuable as counterfeit. None of the items on this list of Resources may be purchased using this supply of wealth, though this does not apply to funds acquired through other ventures, meaning that through investment and business you may acquire funds applicable to these ends.

Collection (1): You have come into possession of vast untouched collections containing a variety of exceedingly rare and legendary valuables. This includes unique mystical artifacts in droves, ancient technology that can be adapted to your purposes, rare and precious materials found nowhere else, legendary pieces of art and sculpture long thought to be destroyed, mighty starcrafts, artificial stars, and exalted weapons heard of only in legend. These are all stored in an endless extraplanar museum which only you may have access to. Exploring further into the depths of this facility will reveal still more varied treasures and artifacts in literally endless variety. Note, however, that each item within is one-of-a-kind, so no artifact within should be treated as disposable, even if you have a limitless variety to choose from. Searching for a specific lost artifact or legendary material will usually cause you to find it with ease, if it has ever existed in the first place. You may add to this collection as you see fit. If you have Vaults or any other extraplanar storage facilities, these may be merged at your discretion.

Technology (1): You have access to mystical and scientific constructs, designs, and systems only dreamed of by the rest of the Verse. High-Order Mathematics, Source Cores, Hyperion Veils, Mass Relicators, and more, along with all their designs are both given to you in an extradimensional storage facility and injected directly into your mind, granting you perfect knowledge of their inner workings and how to further expand upon them to points of parody. If you have ever wanted weapons capable of annihilating the entire Virgo supercluster with a single blast, or the means to custom design the constellations in your image, or mystical tech capable of generating populations of billions of intensely loyal artificial humanoids, this choice will serve you well. Your prospective technology will outclass even the most mighty sciences of ancient times, much less the means of today. Your opponents will be as if primitive animals by comparison to your vast advancements. Fill your worlds with the means to produce limitless supplies of valuable resources, eliminate hunger entirely from the genes of your populace, or ruthlessly crush your foes with super-viruses that sway their armies to bend the knee before you. If you have Vaults or other extradimensional storage facilities, these may be combined and organized according to your preference.

Personal Plane (1): You possess a personal plane of existence, in which you are absolutely, truly omnipotent and fully omniscient concerning the scope and events within it. This plane is completely infinite, and in theory the entire Verse could be simulated within it for testing or entertainment, if you really wanted to. You may invite others to this place freely and take any items you desire with you, but any changes you make to outside objects or persons (including yourself) will be nullified and restored to their original condition unless done without the use of your planar omnipotence (in the case of training, retaining new information, etc). You cannot take anything constructed using your planar omnipotence outside. Everything within your personal plane is as "real" as anything outside, it just can't leave with you. This is a perfect place to construct your infinite palaces, test military strategies, develop and study new technologies, explore and push the boundaries of your powers, or entertain yourself and guests with whatever your hearts desire. You could even declare this plane the capital of your empire and transport your populations within, or use it to maintain your standing military. You may transport yourself, anyone, and any of your possessions you desire into this space, though other Ascendants such as yourself may leave at any time they desire. Any other extradimensional storage such as Vaults may be combined with this one as you see fit.

Sway (1): You hold a high and respected position, whether in multiversal councils, pantheons of deities, the center of a massive religious following, a member of a highly influential group, or otherwise. Whatever the case may be, your word and opinions have weight throughout the entire Verse, if not directly then by opinion. In whatever group you should choose, you are certainly the most influential and powerful. You are of the highest castes in all societies, ubiquitously respected and revered among your peers. Your charisma and position are undeniable, and opinions of you are naturally high. Fame and renown are yours. Expect to be treated highly wherever you go, nearly to the point of worship and fanaticism. Of course, if these become troublesome or you want to be unseen, your wishes will be respected.

Perfect Vessel (1): Someone of your caliber naturally has to fly in style. While you are almost certainly capable of transporting yourself vast distances (perhaps even instantaneously) the flare of riding with your compatriots, dignitaries, and attendants in truly consummate comfort is irreplaceable. You are given full access to a legendary artifact vehicle known as a Perfect Vessel, a spacecraft designed with such divine attention to detail as to be without flaw entirely, like a rare cosmic jewel in superiority, one of perhaps five or six in the Verse. What this entails is up to you. This craft may shift between any desirable form and functions, from a megalithic solar-system sized space station to a palace-craft with internal gardens and atriums. Whatever the case may be, it is controlled by a ruthlessly loyal emergent Al which adapts to your preferences and desires, learning what you like and dislike, what weapons systems are effective and ineffective, and so on. This vessel is obviously indestructible by conventional methods, equipped with vast modular weapons systems, and can shift to any size that is desirable to you. Functions and facilities that are unsatisfactory to you can easily be upgraded or outright added/replaced through the ship's modular interiors, utilizing block-form High Order Mathematics to alter technological functions onboard. Technology you have researched, developed, or possess yourself may be integrated onto this craft seamlessly.

Ventures

Journey: Though you've achieved ultimate enlightenment, the journey does not end. You have simply come to the apex of a living circle, and await the next tumble about its fulcrums towards new goals and adventure. There are always sights to see, challenges to overcome, loves to be had and made, friendships to be developed, foes to encounter, and life-altering experiences to be had. In this life, one does not ever stop living until the time is right, and you have plenty of time. Even with nearly all you could want in the world, conflict will still arise, whether internal or external, and through effort and introspection you will overcome and rise to the challenge of human experience in spite of ascending your humanity.

Other Options

Aesthetics: You may freely alter anything about the Living God CYOA aesthetically speaking. If you don't like how a character looks, want yourself to look a certain way, want your powers to manifest with certain visual effects, and so on, you may do so freely and without limit so long as functionality is retained. If you want the entire setting to be Dune-esque in clothing, architecture, and so forth, you may choose this freely. If you want classic space-opera, Marvel comics, or any other imaginable high-fantasy sci-fi adventure aesthetics, you may do so completely and without limit. If aliens don't seem alien enough, feel free to make them that way. You may customize even down to the way people walk, talk, and act, so long as it is for purely flavorful and nonfunctional reasons. If you want everyone to look this way or that, have this or that physical feature, or act this or that way, you may alter these in any way that does not disrupt the canon. This option, obviously, will never manifest any real change in the flow of the setting, your level of power, or otherwise, and is purely intended to make everything eye-candy according to your preferences.

Character Creator: If you don't want to be a self-insert, (that is, you'd prefer not to be "yourself" but rather a character of your own design) you are free to do so. Customize your gender, race, alien species, background, home plane, personal history, and so on freely, so long as the end result is that you become a Living God and achieve the prerequisites of this CYOA. If you should choose this option, then specify your changes in any build you create.

Depower: If you have any desire to decrease your power, wealth, or anything else of the sort, you may do so completely freely and without limit. This can be done to create a greater sense of challenge, even yourself out with other cosmic contenders, or generally create the type of experience you want.

Multiplayer

Anarchic Verses: There are a multitude of interconnected Verses which innumerable players may inhabit. Each player in this mode is not guaranteed their own individual Verse of origin. There are no Master Gods, nor any other figures of significant authority other than the players themselves who are involved. Any build of any strength is freely allowed to choose this option, regardless of the exploitative nature of their builds, etc. Meta CYOAs are obviously not permitted for usage in builds of this type, but any flawed mechanics may and should be utilized to their fullest possible abuse. Chaos reigns utterly and undiluted. Godspeed, you foolish anointed.

[Enoch Styx]

Skyler Quinn

Age:

23

Aperance:

Hight and Weight:

about 5'7 and quite underweight

Description:

Skyler is non-binary and does their best to keep peace in the Tavern when they come. They are a child of Sea and a pirate. They are a fun person to be around and enjoy making jokes.

I'll add more later, am too lazy. sshhhhh

[themadhatter420]

Character Sheet- Itotia "The Mystical" Baraka

Name: Itotia Baraka
Age: 29
Race: Tabaxi- Human/Cat hybrid
Gender: female
Appearance: and her falcon Brave

Traits:
• Skilled in singing, dancing, and also playing various instruments after many years of travel and study
• Known to be able to “charm a crowd” with her great and warm personality.
• Heart of a true entertainer. Everyone treated as family walking into her home and makes up for it with a good show for them.
• Has a pet falcon as a companion who can also sing along and does tricks if asked.
• She is also skilled in combat as well and has a long, two handed spear but doesn't like to fight if she can make money other ways.
Skills: Dancing, Singing, lute, flute, drums, harp
Apparel: Has a cart she pulls with her musical instruments that she built herself that she is able to pull herself comfortably and even in small narrow trails. Has her long pirate style hat, and various different outfits based on the show she puts on in any given place or Tavern.
Back story: Itotia did not know a time where her family ever stayed in one place. She has been traveling around everywhere as Nomads since the day she was born. Her whole "troop" or family would travel to various cities and perform various types of shows like a traveling circus. Her Troop was made of every race you could imagine of people that were called "outcasts" like the lizardfolk and Tabaxi, Orcs, people that dont fit the typical "norm" of the changing world. They set a goal to change peoples views on how they saw them, but it only backfired. People were only paying them to laugh or to use them as cheap entertainment. When Itotia became 20 she told her family she was going to set off and find new people to join, but she was actually wanting to go out and make a name for herself of everything she learned from the skilled members in her troop teaching her since she was a baby.

[Zmija Sebastian]

I use a STAR WARS Imperial Royal Guard named Sebastian. The link gets you used to my story;
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/179871-how-1-star-wars-imperial-royal-guard-died/ooc!

I got a STAR FIGHTER, a forcepike (visible), armor (visible), mantle (visible), and when I became a Shadow Imperial Royal Guard I gained a black-crystal lightsaber, as well as a SMB {Sub Machine Blaster}. I am a master hand to hand combatant -although I am not at the mightier age, so you'll perceive it as adventurous if not a chaostician. I like to party.

[UnWorthy28]

Adebola


“Akpobome, please stop tormenting small animals.”

Appearance:
Dark skin and dark hair that is usually in thin, beaded braids. She has wide amber eyes. She’s somewhat lanky. She usually wears bright colored clothes because pretty. When she is merged with her serval she has markings looking like her cat’s. She also has cat ears and a tail when merged.

Age:
12

Gender:
Female

Rich or Poor?:
Rich

Power Descriptions (when merged):
Good hearing, night vision, retractable claws, agility, speed, jumping high.

Skills:
Using hunting knives, making things, drawing landscapes.

Personality:
Kind to most people, people pleaser. Very likely to freeze under pressure when danger is involved. She may usually follow the crowd, but if something is horribly immortal, she will leave the crowd.

Biography:

Likes: Cats, creating things, making friends, praise.

Backstory:
A girl who is the middle/forgotten child of a family of 5. Her older siblings are twins, the brother is a hunter for the village, and the sister is good at making things. Her younger brother seeks attention by being annoying, the youngest always gets attention because he's the youngest. Adebola seeks attention for being an overachiever. When she was 7, 2 orphaned traders came to town, and the girl girlbossed so hard that Adebola started idolizing her. She started training in fighting with knives, her older brother helping her out. She was talented with knives. When she was 11, she summoned a serval named Akpobome and almost immediately joined the Authorities. She was apprenticed to Kaia.

Dislikes: Fighting, her little siblings, rain (though she is grateful for it)

Fears: Fading away, being disliked.

Weaknesses: Water, high heels.

Other:
Her cat ate Celia’s mouse.
The only thing stopping Akpobome (Adebola’s cat) from wreaking havoc around the tavern is the fact that she can’t be seen nor physically interact with most others.

Theme Song:
open.spotify.com/playlist/7b9PlYVk3rj…

[UnWorthy28]

Kaia Murray


"The Authorities are always correct, right?"

Appearance:
Short, platinum blonde hair, tanned, freckled skin. Bright, sea-blue eyes. Utilitarian fashion sense, won’t wear anything unless it functions. She wears a necklace that is wrapped around a diamond due to it’s sentimental value. When she is merged, she has dog ears and a tail.

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Rich or Poor?:
Poor (actually rich)

Power Descriptions (When merged):
Enhanced hearing and smell, agility, speed, climbing, talking to dogs.

Skills:
Flexibility, stamina.

Personality:
Friendly, talkative, not the brightest bulb in the box. Kind of like the family dog. Will persevere under pressure, if just so she won’t disappoint anyone.

Biography:
When she was an infant her brother set her to sea on their mother's wishes. She was found by an Authority ship who, guessing where she was from, went to the Head Officer. The HO sent her to a woman who basically worshipped the Authorities. She got indoctrinated into their ways by her adoptive mother. She lived in fear of not summoning a Companion. Luckily, she summoned a dingo named Buddy. She joined the Authorities and when A1 happened she met a man who claimed to be her brother. He was right and after A1 they bonded.

Likes: Dogs, praise, people liking her.

Dislikes: People hurting others who genuinely care about Kaia, defying the Authorities, and not much else.

Fears: Disappointing her mother, being disliked, being on the wrong side of the Authorities.

Weaknesses: Anything intellectual, rambling, trusting the government too much.

Other:
Good at one thing, sports.

Theme Song:
open.spotify.com/playlist/7b9PlYVk3rj…