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Hidden 9 yrs ago → 9 yrs ago Post by Rhymer
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NAME: Ildridian Achgiën
CLASS: Sorcerer
APPEARANCE: Ildridian appears very normal for an Eldritch Sorcerer. He stands a tall 1.75 meter, weighting a respectable but not fat 71kg. With his short brown hair, comely face and yet “unaffected” body he may even appear normal. Until you see his eyes. For he has the clear eyes of an Achgiën. The iris is a midnight blue dark. Specked with small dots, closely resembling miniature stars. Achgiën have what some people call: Eyes that saw beyond the stars. However, it are his fingers that betray he is a sorcerer. Looking deathly black, they repel anyone who may come close enough to him to see it.

He dresses in a humble black cloak and hood. Under it, wool trousers and a shirt. On his belt he carries several pouches, containing crystals and orbs. He also keeps an old tome close by, his grimoire.
Many would assume that grand sorcerer’s use staves or scepters. This may be true for the vast majority of the people. But not for Ildridian. He wields an orb, forged from the same metal orbiting Eldritch Tear.

CLASS FEATURES:
LAB
In the south wall, there is a single, big glass window. Painted to show the dangerous power each sorcerer holds over reality. On the east, you’ll find bookcases and study tables filled with ancient parchments and old tablets written in runes long forgotten (or yet to be discovered?). The tables surround a central, round one. On there is nothing as of yet. To the north is the entrance. It looks humble and small, compared to the rest of square room. And to the west you have the place that looks most like a laboratory. Workbenches filled with jars. Bottles holding organs, hearts, stillborn babies and other foul things. Crystal shards and precious minerals lay scattered over the workbenches. In the middle bench, often weird contraptions stand. But in the middle is what gave the now old and nearly died out Achgiën family its power. A massive, hollow, metal orb. The metal outside moves around the glowing core in the middle of it. On the sheets of flowing metal, old and future glyphs alike stand. Ildridian so far only knows what his grandfather and father wrote and understood about it. Which is nigh to nothing. It is dubbed the Eldritch Tear.

APPRENTICE
Laura is a young girl, but with a frightfully strong connection the Eldritch realm. She’s the daughter of a smith and a herbalist. Yet despised her parent’s fear for the true powers of the world. She ran away, and was soon found by Ildridian. Who took her in.

IMPLEMENTS
The Orb of Achgiën. An ancient relic made by the first Achgiën after the creation of the Eldritch Tear. The small orb looks very much like its grander counterpart, housed in the lab. It’s forged from the same metal, etched with the same looking glyphs and glows with the same color when the blood of the family calls upon it. However, it is a single piece of metal. Meaning no separate parts orbit it (yet). The Orb is closesly related to the Tear. In fact, Achgiën don’t directly call upon the powers of the Astral Plane and use their own body to channel the power. They let the Tear do that for them, which then channels it straight to the orb. This kept most of the Achgiën physically quite normal (except for the traditional black fingers). But mentally…not so much.

STATS: Power: 5, charm: 0, influence: 2, production: 3, assets: 4

INFO: Born a bastard, yet heir of the Achgiën family. He inherited only the laboratory when his father died when was 17. The mansion, the money, the influence all vanished before the dreamer’s eyes. Yet Ildridian did not become bitter. He pushed himself to understand the vital research supporting the Achgiën. However, he has a dangerous ‘neglectence’ when it comes to safety, morality and consequences.
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NAME: Rose Aelind Morlock

CLASS: Oyuban

APPEARANCE:

Rose mostly wears a black uniform and cape designed for her, reminiscent of older styles. She’s got brown eyes, red hair and a couple of facial piercings. The majority of her body is covered in extravagant tattoos, but the uniform hides them when she wears it.

CLASS FEATURES:
Criminal Network: Rose has a number of contacts for different things, such as traffickers and dealers for example. Her most trusted are well-armed men and women clad in black uniforms.

Criminal Den: Rose is the manager of a place called the pleasure palace located in Landfall. The main building is a bar and nightclub that anyone is allowed to come too if they dare. There’s a network of basements and tunnels underneath the palace itself, where separate areas are used as gambling hall, drug den, bordello, and strip club for those willing to pay. A private area exists that Rose uses for business dealings and the like.

STATS: Power: 2, charm: 2, influence: 4, production: 2, assets: 4

INFO: Rose and her elite started out as hired muscle for an old Oyuban. A man who’d grown too lazy and confident in his old age. Others were planning to take over what he owned, and an attack eventually happened. The Oyuban who’d made the first move promised he’d let the old man live if he surrendered to them. Rose blew her boss’s brains across a wall before the offer could be declined or accepted, seizing leadership and killing any intruders that didn’t flee. Rose went on to expand what the old man had left her, and the muscle who followed her became known for being well disciplined and organized.
Hidden 9 yrs ago → 9 yrs ago Post by Voltus_Ventus
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NAME: Jingo Thurston Strange

CLASS: Noble

APPEARANCE: Jingo stands at 6'6", straddling the the border between tall and freakishly tall, he has a long arm and legs (his left arm missing just under the elbow), with wide sloping shoulders. His body is enmeshed in a layer of muscle, he's not a beast but he is lean and the lines and creases of his muscles are well defined. He has fair skin, crisscrossed with scars small and large a like, notably his tattered left ear and his missing left cheek, leaving his teeth and gums exposed to the air. Jingo has a fairly angular head, with a straight jaw and a thin imperial nose, he has shallow seek bones and a tall forehead with worry lines permanently furrowed into them. His eyes are set pleasantly apart, wide and full with large irises; the right eye is grey and has a very dark, defined pupil, the left one is a dull, watery blue. He has a thick shag of hair on top of his head, the color of hay and almost as course, the hair on his scalp is thicker then the hair on the sides of his head, but not by much; he has the remnants of a rough beard running down his right cheek (hiding the on set of wrinkles) and forming a goatee around his lips, though stopping on the left side because of the skin missing from his face. Rising from just above his temples are a pair of horns resembling those of a mountain goat, the left horn is shattered and has flecks of glowing red, like embers, a thin trail of smoke follows him around, emanating from that horn.

On the stump of his left arm he wears a prosthetic arm, made of yellowed plastic with a small, hook shaped set of pincers at the bottom, he controls the pincers easily enough due to a cable attached to a surviving tendon; on the left side of his torso, front and back, a black sheet of rubber is stretched over his ribs and is held in with medical staples, this is to protect exposed muscle and ribs and he can not take it off.

CLASS FEATURES:

FAVOR: Upon ascending into the ranks of nobility, Jingo inherited the deep web of connections his father had left behind, loose strings that when pulled just right can get him what he desires but he is weary of calling a favor, knowing that what he may ask for could mean he can never call one again, thus he wouldn't use it unless he was sure he needed it.

RESIDENCE: The Strange Manor is an exact replica of the one that the family had abandoned when they fled the surface. It use to be a monistic building before the cell that previously occupied it was absorbed into the priory of the greater area, for a few years after that it was left unoccupied but was then gifted to Jingo's many times great grandfather, upon being made into landed gentry by the then queen. The building is in the Neo-Gothic style, utilizing the arches and ribbed facades of the period to give a strong yet elegant effect. The exterior of the first floor of the manor is an arcade, allowing sunlight from the outside to enter through large, tall, cathedral-like windows; upon entering the first floor, one steps into a foyer and is confronted by four routes to take, an elegant spiral staircase going to the upper levels, two high oak doors going to the east and west wing respectively and a door just beyond the spiral staircase leading to a conservatory that looks over the back garden. The west wing of the building is the shortest, consisting of a dining room on the ground floor, a server room on the floor above and library in the attic. The east wing is substantially longer, about five times as so, the ground floor consists of an open living space, decorated with heavy, comfortable Victorian furniture and punctuated by columns rising up to the ceiling; the second floor is primarily bed rooms, though with small alcoves breaking up the line of rooms, used as sitting spaces to look out through the windows, just as with the west wing, the upstairs is comfortably dim during the day; the attic is a continuation of the library in the west wing. The farthest end of the east wing is Jingo's personal area, the first floor housing a circular swimming pool, once the monastery's drinking water cistern; the second floor is his private office and the attic above that is once more a continuation of the library, though with a sitting area (that section of the attic is linked to the office by a private staircase. (Residence similar to this)

STATS: Power: 0. Charm: 2. Influence: 6. Production: 1. Assets: 5.

INFO:

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My family has always committed itself to one core value, "Nobility, before The Nobilty." The simple action of being good to those bellow you before being good to those immediately around you. Though I firmly believe in this creed, it has caused me problems in the past, some nobles resent it, seeing themselves as superior and their underlings not worthy of their good graces. Naturally this lead to arguments, though it seems that it always has. You see, they hate me and they've made it very clear, I've lost an arm and half my torso to their tomfoolery, chemical attacks, bombings, even a sorcerer, though of course they would never admit to their wrong doings, they feign innocence and hide behind their influence. One day I'd like to see them accept some responsibility.

When I was younger, I had not expected to go down the route I have, I thought I was going to be a knight, like my brothers, but my father had different things in mind. While I was cooped up inside, learning the ancient philosophies of the Greks and Rowmans, and the intricacies of cyber protection, my brothers played in miniature suits of armor and ran around in the garden. It wasn't the most ideal way to spend one's childhood but I have to thank my father for selecting me to be the Noble in the family, it meant (unlike my brothers) I got to live to see 30 and the rest of the world. And whilst on my travels I learnt a few things but the most important thing I learned was to never live in another man's shadow, not even your father's.

So upon my return, a few days after the passing of my father, I sold everything. All the factories, the stocks, the skyscrapers and terrace farms, I sold everything, leaving myself with the manor that I had grown up in. I sold away my father's shadow so that I could put in it's place a window, so I'd never have to live in the dark, bumbling around like the other nobles and claiming rights on the work of their forefathers. I'm going to leave behind a window, so my children and everyone else can bask in the sun, to feel like they are capable of doing the same.

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