[CHAR] Mage, Peasant, and Necromancer

[StarBoi]

Basics

Name (& pronunciation): Phoenix Seraph (Fee-Nicks Sayr aff)
Date of Birth (& age): Meh. (Age: 24)
Place of Birth: City of Mynx
Gender: Male
Species/Racial Origin: Human
Social Class/Community Status: Mage
Language: English and Latin
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: No known family, deceased wife Ariel, pet ferret Artemis

Physical Description

appearance

Description: This man puts you in mind of a savvy alley cat. He has almond-shaped eyes the color of obsidian. His thick, straight, blonde hair is somewhat long and is worn in an uncomplicated, dignified style. He is of average height and weight with light-colored skin and muscles that are unsual to someone of his profession. Phoenix has a pointed chin and small nose. His wardrobe is simplistic for what he does consisting of mostly neutral colors.
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 145 lbs.
Hair: Spiky blonde
Eyes: Black
Limb Dexterity: Quite flexible
Detailed Physical Description: (see pic)
Typical Clothing/Equipment: Long sleeved, collared white shirt, dark brown pants, black full arm gauntlet, black boots, leather belt with pouches for his cards

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude: Strong sense of justice, lazy, determined, smart, friendly
Skills/Talents: Card magic, swordplay, charismatic
Favourites/Likes: likes to sleep, his favorite in the world is his pet ferret
Most Hated/Dislikes: hates assholes, people who hurt women or who are rude to women
Goals/Ambitions: to be the best he can be
Strengths: can use strong magic cards to fight, can actually enchant his sword for a very limited time, is a very skilled fighter
Weaknesses: being reminded of his wife will make him break down, can't swim, can't expend too much magic on cards before his has to use his sword
Fears: large bodies of water/drowning, starvation, not being able to use his magic in a tough situation
Hobbies/Interests: likes to sleep, loves his ferret, loves to read, loves to explore

[StarBoi]

@DeadlyEssence

Name (& pronunciation): Jayni Resiker (Jay-Knee Res-ick-er)
Date of Birth (& age): Jan 5th . (Age: 19)
Place of Birth: Ruins of Consre
Gender: Female
Species/Racial Origin: Aswang (a relatively general race for vampire-like witches and other creatures of the night – not much is known of this race.)
Social Class/Community Status: Necromancer
Language: English
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: A sister named Praxmy Parents dead. No pets, but she likes to raise animals from the dead and claim them for short periods of time. The spirits of the dead are her friends.

Description:
I don't usually do pictures, but I want to be lazy about the description right now..

Height: 5'6'
Weight: 108 lbs.
Skin: Pale but turns the slightest shade of purple in pure sunlight, not artificial light.
Hair: Straight, long, and black. The length of her back.
Eyes: Hazel – they glow when she is preforming necromancy.
Limb Dexterity: Average
Detailed Physical Description: She had eight canines instead of four as a result of her race, aside from that refer to picture.
Typical Clothing/Equipment: She carries a staff that glows green at the top- that she uses for self-defense when need be.

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude: Protective over her sister, cynical of humans, she likes to have a good time sometimes at the expense of others.
Skills/Talents: Necromancy, and she can use her staff for combat.
Favorites/Likes: She adores kittens, adventures, artifacts, traveling, talking with her sister.
Most Hated/Dislikes: running, poetry, guns.
Strengths: Can raise an animal from the dead for a short period of time, and can raise people for even shorter amounts of time. She can talk to spirits.
Weaknesses: Minimal hand-to-hand combat, cannot use a gun, or knives, her soft spot for her sister.
Fears: Anything happening to her sister, getting into a serious hand-to-hand fight, spiders, roaches.
Hobbies/Interests: Dead things.

[ScreenAcne]

(I'd like to reveal how he looks when I post. I think it would be more interesting that way)

Name: Gin Rae AKA Crooked Nail

Age: 39

Personality: Gin is a ruthless pragmatist and will typically go for the replying to an action with another action, most of the time out of revenge. He believes in owning your emotions and your ego to the full extent and finds no charm in self depreciation or fronts, making him hard to charm with insincerity. As a person he is comfortable with his worth in this world which can make him seem cold as he doesn't seek out any form of validation...usually. Embittered by harsh experiences and a mind fuzzed by rage he can be envious of other better lives or make rash decisions. He can hold back but doesn't always understand when he has to, both on himself and on others.

Religion: Ex member of Lavender Lake, currently in the Boiling Cup.

The Boiling Cup echo chants out in a monotone drone, choking back feelings of enmity to things unknown like ghosts from the dark forest depths. The Cup most notable item is the hot water they harvest from a metal jug that sits on a fire all day and eve, it is from this they may only drink with a metal goblet. Scolding their hands and burning their throat, only stopping when they become masters at expressing but also containing their anger. As a religion they believe that the spirit world is filled with the fallen and wronged, all reaching out for a way to express their terrifying rage and that a mortal may combine such anger in them. Philosophically they believe in living life, that all things should rise as they should which must be all but is only achievable if they push on their own. Making them antagonistic, unfair and provocative.

Lore:

Gin grew in the arms of the Lavender Lake. An underground religion that uses a potent pink pool of toxic ingredients in order to satisfy their customers and bring their visitors into a state of ecstasy. A wide spread religion, it regularly cares for solders and dabbles in drugs and prostitution. Gin was born in the pool, an occasion that priestess take in order to try and bind the child with the "other worldly" properties of the lake. Those who lived grew up with severe addiction issues or disturbed bodies and minds. Gin left the church at the age of 11 with a selection of other "Mermaids" (other children born in the lake) when his friend died after his weekly drowning session in it.

There he spent a lot of time on the streets. He took a series of poverty line jobs from cleaner to delivery boy however as his mental outburst got worse as he grew up he found himself unable to retain a job. He soon turned to criminal activity, becoming a street boxer before being picked up by a local gang lord to act as a brute man. On his 34th birthday he beat his mother to death in a fit of rage, causing him to run away and meditate on his sins and his issues. He now travels the town, practicing a philosophy of a minor Monk group called: Boiling Cup.

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Abilities: Gin has a respectable knowledge of cults and obscure religions in general.

Gin body is morphed by abuse and born in toxins. As a result he abnormally capable of remaining focused under sedatives and drugs.

Gin has an understanding of underworld criminal practices and powers.

Poverty is a weird weakness but gins religious and criminal background has locked him to living a frugal life style at best. Desperate at worse.

Weaknesses: He has no formal weapon training nor armor training outside of leather.

His corruption by the Lavender Lake hits him randomly. Causing emotional issues and confusion, making him lost and dazed even in peace at times.

His religions both have poor reputations, harming the chance people will accept his word or help.

Hobbies: Gin has a love for carving little monk like figures in his spare time, along with other arch types from his life.

He will occasionally tell stories if prompted, using it as a regular past time even when alone.

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Techniques:

Rage of the Dead: Gin may harvest both his anger and the rage from beyond into a single punch. Steam rises from him as he heats up even in deathly winter, delivering a masterful strike that will treat steel plate as clothe- Requires a small charge time and is very noticeable.

Will thru me: In a case he may be brainwashed, controlled, forced to sleep or drugged he may call upon his teachings to gain the otherworldly endurance of other spirits. He is not immune but may resist all attempts for a few minutes, allowing him a chance to fight.

The Scolding: When wounded to a near fatal extent he may surpass the limits of his body meditating and regaining stability in extreme cases (pierced lung. Arm torn off) however he will still die without aid in time.