[CHAR] Of Beasts and Man~ Beast Hunter RP

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Ythan

Ythan Light

Character appearance

Name: Ythan Stormflow

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Height/Weight: 6ft2in/92kg

Personality: People find him stuck up due to his upbringing, though he does not mean to be it just happens to shine through. Incredibly loyal to his companions but this can cause him to be biased and think unclearly towards those he doesn't know.

Rarely shows any real emotion other than unconscious condescension. This is to keep people from getting too close, due to fear of being stabbed in the back. Completely oblivious to others emotions albeit angry or infatuated, he won't understand. Quite intelligent but not with people.

Likes:
•Sword fighting
•Swimming
•Exploring
•Honour

Dislikes:
•Beasts
•Prejudice
•Priests/priestesses
•Jokes

History:Born and raised as the son of a priestess, a woman who showed him love and compassion but her order meant more to her than he did. Ythan still holds fond and fading memories of the woman. He left the order due to his father not being of "divine blood" as they called it, another way to call those of other skin tones tainted, they would never speak of his father other than to insult or belittle the idea of him. Ythan's beliefs that they were blind and full of hate didn't help stop him being looked down upon within the order.

After running away, he changed his name to hide from his mother and spent his teens living in the streets before being taken in by a small clan where he spent years under the tutelage of knight beast hunter, Titor Stormflow. This was a kind man who showed him compassion, though he never did learn the reason that Titor welcomed this street rat into his home, his clan. The Stormflow clan were of tanned skin clearly mixed race but with no extremes of either spectrum other than Ythan. It took a good while before he could settle in but it happened, for once in his life he was home. But peace never lasts and after that tragedy, the little priest child and a few Elders were all that was left of the Stormflow clans power.

Clan Name:
Stormflow

Clan Member Count:
A small clan which consisted of 20 people in its prime but now has only Ythan as an able fighter.

Betrayal

A few short years after Ythan joined the clan, Titors brother; Grigor, a jealous man. Had lead the men of clan Stormflow into the wilds with lies of a giant beast that was resting in the woods protecting a great treasure. Only to have been beset by hired assassins. After finding out about Grigors treachery Ythan ran him through with the sword of his late-adoptive father.

Clan Ability:
Able to enchant weapons with lightning. Took many years to learn. Taught to him by the elderly women of the clan after years of training.

Landfall: An older technique used before weapons that channels electricity through the Earth to paralyse weak enemies on the ground while slowing stronger ones. Air units unaffected.

Arc Mend: Healing energy that cannot be used on self. Requires a lot of build up to prepare. Only useful for post- or pre-battle. Ythan is not very capable with this due to being a solo fighter.

Notable Equipment:
• Adopted fathers blade
• Armour hand crafted by himself
• A dagger
• Mothers pendant

Skills:
• Dextrous swordsman
• Can repair weapons with ease.
• Incredible stamina

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Isla Lightbringer

Name:

Isla Lightbringer.

Age:

Twenty-Three. (23)

Gender:

Female

Race:

Human.

Height/Weight:

5'8" and 135lbs.

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Personality:

Isla is a straight shooter. She has little time for pleasantries and goofing off. She has never been seen with a smile on her face. She has a very observational demeanor. Constantly watching and listening to her surroundings. She is a born leader; strong, determined, and wise beyond her years.

Likes:

• Warm days.
• Peace and quiet.
• Order and law.

Dislikes:

• Rowdiness.
• Those who don't follow orders.
• The cold.

History:

Isla was born into a very illustrious clan. They were notorious for never, and I mean never, employing the Blood ritual to attain more members and gaining more power. They were inherently strong and needed no edge. Their philosophy was to keep the clan small and pure, have little interruption in their use of their strong power. Ever since a child she was groomed and trained to be the best possible human. She was educated both in mind and body. Her skills having been in the top percentile at any age group she was applicable in. She was bred for a singular purpose. To lead the charge against the beasts beyond the wall.

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Clan Name:

Lightbringer.

Clan Member Count:

Two.

Clan Ability:

Ethereal Glass ~ A fancy name for their unique ability. Those born into the Lightbringer clan are capable of creating this appearing ethereal glass that they can manipulate freely. These shards of ethereal glass are devilishly sharp and nearly impossible to shatter. When psychically flung through the air it slashes and shreds through flesh and bone with seeming ease. Given the glasses strength they can also be formed as shielding walls.

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Notable Equipment:

Charred Bo Staff - A bo staff that is handed down to the heir of the Clan. This staff is simply a base to be empowered by her Ethereal glass. Along the staff ethereal glass can be formed in the shape of a scythe head, axe, spear, along the staff to form the blade of a sword.

Skills:

Isla is skilled in most forms of melee combat; along with the range use of her ethereal glass.
She has thorough training in outland survival tactics.

Theme Song:

^{Aurora - Runaway.}

[Inertia]

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Name:

Liatris Lógios

Appearance:

Liatris is generally unkempt and dishevelled, he usually dons loose robes that drape and lazily enwrap him. His hair is a dark black, with slightly grey tips towards the edge. It is usually messy and long, sometimes tied slackly behind him with a small band so as to not get any hair obstructing his vision whilst reading. He has a relatively good looking face, with fair facial features, as expected of lógios clan members.

Age:

25

Gender:

Male

Race:

Human

Height/Weight:

5'9"/159lbs

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Personality:

Liatris is generally easygoing and patient with people he converses with. Most of his time is spent on reading dusty tomes and old books and as such, he is somewhat socially awkward when trying to socialisize with other people and come off as lacking in experience.He also has a real thirst for knowledge and a general curiosity at learning and accumulating things he does now know or understand. This means that if anything makes him curious, he almost won't stop at anything to sate his curiosity.

He especially finds the monsters interesting, all with different physiologies, but won't refrain from killing them should they present any danger towards him.
Liatris is also wise, maybe due to his overexposure of books he has acquired a trait where can easily identify a person's character, so to speak.

Likes:

• Knowledge
• Interesting people
• Reading
• Silence
• Cold temperature/weather
• Collecting tomes/books

Dislikes:

• Loud, obnoxious individuals
• Condescension
• Heat that plagues the majority of the earth
• His social awkwardness

History:

Liatris was born under the head of the illustrious Lógios clan, his father has had a one night tryst with an unknown woman, which resulted in Liatris' birth. This fact wasn't spread around and is only known towards the most trusted members of the clan. Maybe being able to be found out if sought after voraciously.

The fact that he was only half of his father's blood caused him to be shunned and generally ignored by his full-blooded siblings and his father's wife. Where both of them typically have a dislike for Liatris' bastard blood. The fact that after years that his father announced that Liatris was to be made head of the clan soon after shocked his family, however Liatris did have an unusual aptitude with the ability bestowed upon the Lógios clan, being able to use it at the young age of 13, and is growing rapidly to master it despite it being intrinsically difficult, with the head of the clan mastering it after many decades.

Since then Liatris has led the clan on many missions that were successes, with many of the clan members who were wary of him now wanting him to lead after the head retires. All except the family members who knew the truth of his birth, they angrily told the head day after day that he shouldn't inherit the clan due to Liatris' half blood. Since then Liatris and his family members (except his father, who was the only one who treated him with warmth and love) are at odds, and somewhat estranged with one another, with a small part of Liatris wanting to prove himself to them.

Clan Name:

Lógios

Clan Member Count:

100+, with the elite (usually the family members of the head) counting around 10.

Clan Description:

The Lógios is a clan of savants and academics, with Lógios meaning 'scholar' in Greek. They strive and have a united thirst for knowledge of the lost world. Majority of the members are found indexing and recording information of the world. With the most notable one being the indexation of the beasts/monsters around the world.

They are one of the most versatile in hunting down beasts. The clan typically notes down every beast/monster they have 'hunted', making notes of its weaknesses, general size, description and have a system of classing the danger through a ranking system of F to SS. They also illustrate the beasts, making Lógios one of the most artistic clans around as it is needed for the indexation of the monsters. The clan usually passes this information to other clans, with the fees differing towards the size/prosperity of each clan.

Many of the clan members who usually join are people who want to know more about the world, or those particularly interested with the indexed monsters.

Clan Ability:

Energy manipulation: The Lógios clan can manipulate energies around them, making it visible whilst glowing an unnatural bright yet dark blue. The energy can then be fashioned at the behest of the clan member using it, only the most proficient in this ability can truly bend the energy at their whim. The most general and easiest use is to instill it within a handle and form the blade from it, requiring great concentration to maintain. Many have said that the energy is a bucking horse, not yielding easily to even the most willed individuals.

The bolt of energy can easily cut through most materials, with it's edge generally being based on the experience of the wielder, generally on the concentration being used. More older users can will it to cut through almost anything but the more inexperienced wielders will have difficulty in cutting even the most stringiest material.

For some peculiar reason that has stumped lógios clan from the beginning of the clan was the reason why their eyes glowed a pale teal whilst using their powers. They reasoned that it only ever happens when in use of their powers, and that the intensity of the colour depended on how adept the user is at the ability. With the more experienced users glowing a brighter, more luminous teal and the younger ones glowing a weaker, and paler teal. These eyes also glowed in the dark, giving them vision over the darkness, but also making their presence known whilst in the darkness.

The ones known for actually being able to manipulate or 'tame' this energy throughout the history of the Lógios clan can be counted with two hands. The only ones alive being the head of the clan and Liatris, who is still training to do so.

Liatris can form the energy to any way he can imagine, but his most freqent use is the form a bolt of energy that differs in size but is normally small. He commands this energy around with the flick of his hands, and cuts easily through the monsters/beasts he fights. This bolt is also notably fast, almost whizzing by in a blur.

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Notable Equipment:

Broken main hilt - Generally used by lógios clan members to bend the energies to make a weapon, Liatris keeps one in handy just in case of close quarter's combat.
Personal journal book - To recount his own journeys and odd findings.
Purple ring - Given to him by his birth mother, the ring has been upkept properly, looking the same the day his mother gave it to him.

Skills:

Adept weapon combat
Pretty good cook, likes to tastes a variety of foods.

Theme Song:

^Breathe

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Jericho Cross

Name:

Jericho Cross

Age:

37

Gender:

Male

Race:

Human

Height/Weight:

5'9" / 155lbs

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Personality:

Jericho is a joker and wry witted fellow befitting his preferred method of passing the days away between more somber jobs and operations, gambling and lazing about idly, much to the chagrin of many. It is a wonderfully addictive form of escapism from the reality of the situation they find themselves in, and Jericho lives day by day, never looking ahead farther than the moment. The lazy, carefree attitude saves him the trouble of facing the reality that he knows all too well, and if forced to drop the facade, the jokes and misdirecting wry wit, he drops all pretense of jest and kindness, and lets loose with the fury fueled by loss and remorse, two things all too familiar with their clan. Jericho openly warns anyone pressing that boundry, regardless of who they are, and when that push comes to shove, he acts without restraint or abandon. Live in the moment, for tomorrow you may not live to regret missing the opportunity.

Likes:

• Well Played Games
• Seeing the lost places of the World
• Jokes and lively folk
• Improvising

Dislikes:

• Uptight, no nonsense folk
• Inflexible orders
• Spoilsports
• Honor Before Reason

History:

Jericho Cross was born into the clan he bears the lineage and partial name of, the Crimson Cross, keepers of the Pyroclastic Phantasm. They had no qualms taking any edge they needed to keep the clan, and free people in general, safe, something that would earn them the ire of many more noble, honor bound clans. They were not as directly mighty as some clans, but guile and luck seemed to grace them more readily than seemed reasonable. One merely had to know where to look to see their fortune manufactured, their grace a false scaffolding. But their actual numbers were so few that they could not be readily tracked, and only ever had one person who bore the direct weight of their Clan's Ability. The greatest trick of all was the Clan, by all technical aspects, was handed down from Father, or Mother, to the most adept child, always maintaining the Clan's numbers officially at one, and focusing the entirety of the potentcy of their blood ability in one person. This Enforcer would hunt on behalf of Crimson Cross's wards and membership, operating more like a band of loosely grouped rogues vice a true clan, which only added to the distrust and downward looks the Clan got from more noble, traditional clans.

Jericho himself was a maverick, which fit in just perfect with his Clan and their modus operandi. He was never bred nor forced to pick a path in his life, naturally gravitating towards taking over his father's role as Crimson Cross Enforcer, and bearer of the Clan's Ability. He proved a natural fighter, and while lacking the sheer technical prowess of some, more than made up for it in dirty fighting and out and out cheating, as needed. Coupled with a joker's grin and, to the clan, naturally likeable demeanor, he was a natural for what they wanted in an Enforcer. So, when his father was too old to continue, the Clan tradition was enforced. The father passed on to allow the complete transfer of the Ability to the chosen heir. Jericho hated the fact his old man was killed for some tradition, but had to play by their rules, for now. When the time came, he would rock that little tradition, and a lot more, to the core. But he contented himself with helping out the Crimson Cross Clan whenever necessary, as well as clanless free folk and even other clans, with joke and good natured barb at the ready.

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Clan Name:

Crimson Cross

Clan Member Count:

Technically One, outside their official purview is a few dozen retainers, free agents, and other providers to aid in the daily operations.

Clan Ability:

Pyroclastic Phantasm - Some critics of the clan deride this as glorified pyromancy of lore, but it is anything but simple. The chosen enforcer of the clan is capable of summoning up the most primal forms of Fire, ever burning manifestations of the flame that sparked life to be manipulated at the will of the enforcer. Each flame can incinerate most flesh by proximity alone, the heat is that intense to those the wielder sees as foe, and gleefully consumes any fuel it is cast upon. The flames themselves are malleable, and can be coated across a blade, launched like hand lobbed missiles, or used to form a great barrier of leaping flames. Despite their reddish hues, they burn hotter than the whitest flame and dance with a living glee, seeming to speak and interact on a silent level with the wielder.

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Notable Equipment:

Twin's Blade - Passed down from Enforcer to Enforcer, Jericho is the latest to wield the well forged, ancient looking blade. While it certainly lacks any sort of unusual enchantment, it can readily utilize Pyroclastic Phantasm to enhance or even channel blasts of the living flames like a crossobow might guide a bolt. Otherwise, it is a sturdily made, well balanced fighting blade with no frills that interfere with its primary job of ending the lives of anything it crosses.

Skills:

Jericho maintains surprising skill with his sword, and maintains a proud "mastery" over the dubious art of brawling and fighting dirty.
Sleight of hand, lock picking, stealth, and all sorts of roguish tricks he maintains a skilled grasp of as well, just in case.
Has a musical knack for stringed instruments, usually strumming away on some old instrument or another when not gambling.

Theme Song:*
^{I May Fall - RWBY}