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Name: Dark Horse.
Age: 23.
Appearance: He's 5'3, he always has a deep shadow around him, and under his eyes. Heavy makeup and gel-styled hair, always down, shadowing his eyes to give him an air of mystery.

Biography: He's always been trodden upon by the sick normies of the world, though to be less than useful, less than human, less than even the irreverent adult. Now, with a black fire in his eyes, and scars on his wrists, Dark Horse will make his appearance, ready not to get kid, but instead to turn the Collective of Gotten Kids to his own devices, determined to use them to punish the world for their hate crimes against him.

Personality: "I'm not telling you, it's not like you care anyways! No one cares about who I WANT TO BE, just about how the fabric of society wants me to weave myself into its web!"

Skills:
"I can smell darkness."
He possesses the innate ability to detect wherever darkness is so he may lurk within it.

Razorblade skills
Due to intense depression and a need for attention in his highschool days before he decided to spurn the world for the damned scum that inhabited it, Dark Horse gained intense knowledge of how to let blood, which he will now use against his enemies.

Lurking
Dark Horse has become adept in the art of stealth, or being somewhere while someone knows you're there, but acting like they don't. Also known as the art of Quasi non sint(Pretending you don't exist). When executed poorly the user will actually be functionally invisible to anyone and everyone, but those versed in detection. When executed with extreme levels of skill, the user's presence will be inserted into the awareness of everyone nearby regardless of their senses being able to find the individual. However, he will be recognized as someone not worthy of attention.

Items:

my character (not my character but a friend's with his permission)

guildFORSAKEN - November/December MiniRP

I might join as the lone surviving member of Get Kid lmao.

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@SpookySquid alright, I'll edit that out. No problems

Find the blender, damn it! {Always Open}

D ark Hors e

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Theme

Hider

Name: Dark Horse.
Age: 23.
Appearance: He's 5'3, he always has a deep shadow around him, and under his eyes. Heavy makeup and gel-styled hair, always down, shadowing his eyes to give him an air of mystery.

Biography: He's always been trodden upon by the sick normies of the world, though to be less than useful, less than human, less than even the irreverent adult. Now, with a black fire in his eyes, and scars on his wrists, Dark Horse will make his appearance, ready not to get kid, but instead to turn the Collective of Gotten Kids to his own devices, determined to use them to punish the world for their hate crimes against him.

Personality: "I'm not telling you, it's not like you care anyways! No one cares about who I WANT TO BE, just about how the fabric of society wants me to weave myself into its web!"

Skills:
"I can smell darkness."
He possesses the innate ability to detect wherever darkness is so he may lurk within it.

Razorblade skills
Due to intense depression and a need for attention in his highschool days before he decided to spurn the world for the damned scum that inhabited it, Dark Horse gained intense knowledge of how to let blood, which he will now use against his enemies.

Lurking
Dark Horse has become adept in the art of stealth, or being somewhere while someone knows you're there, but acting like they don't. Also known as the art of Quasi non sint(Pretending you don't exist). When executed poorly the user will actually be functionally invisible to anyone and everyone, but those versed in detection. When executed with extreme levels of skill, the user's presence will be inserted into the awareness of everyone nearby regardless of their senses being able to find the individual. However, he will be recognized as someone not worthy of attention.

Items:

my character (not my character but a friend's with his permission)

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Miri syn Strannika

Click. Click.
”Ah, Mr Strannika, I presume?”
“Correct.”
”And for what reason have you come to speak to Doctor F. today?”
“You know I despise people who talk in third person, Ferdinand. And you aren’t exactly in high standing with me at this point in time.”
”Miri, please. We are both frie-.”
“Acquaintances, Ferdinand. Acquaintances.”
”Does it really matter, Mr. Strannika?”
“It does, as friends implies a mutual enjoyment of each other’s company.”
”Witty as ever, Miri. What do you want?”
“Ferdinand. Ferdy. ‘Doctor F’. Ferd and the Furious. Is it still true you are fairly influential in this little community of ours?”
”Why, yes. And the same goes to you.”
“And, Ferdinand, is it not true you owe me quite a bit for stopping your assassination?”
-A sigh is heard- “Why, yes Miri. I am in quite a bit of debt to you due to the particulars of our business.”
“I am asking a favor, Ferdinand. You, using your influence, prevent any Prae officials from getting far enough to hire an assassin, let alone actually acquire their services. You can do this for me, can’t you?”
”Damn you, Strannika. I suppose I could pull a few strings. Let me see what I can do."
“Also, Ferdy, do you have any info on the resistance meeting thats going on right about now?”
”Yes, what of it?”

The meeting went better than expected. Ferdinand hadn’t put up much of a fight, which wouldn’t be surprising to anybody except Miri, who didn’t know how much his former “coworkers” still respected him for what he pulled off. Alas, Miri was unaware of many things. The night was still young, but not young enough. Miri had missed a vital resistance meeting. How unfortunate. He knew there would be a second one, though. Miri syn Strannika would not allow his agenda to crumble due to him waking up late this morning. No, he was far too stubborn. Pulling out a scrap of paper he had acquired from Ferdinand, he knew the address and the time. Hopefully he wouldn’t arrive late this time.

Miri weaved his way through back alleyways, waving at various individuals he had encountered on his travels. Now, Miri didn’t know this, but one of his old friends had moved out of their longtime apartment, and the new owner was a bit of a neat freak. And so, the stairway leading down from the primary apartment entrance was pretty slippery. So, in typical fashion, Miri fell headfirst down the stairs. Ow. He stood up, peeved. What kind of asshole felt so wholeheartedly entitled that they thought cleaning their stairs was a good idea? Miri quickly stood up, and slammed on the door of the apartment.

”Hmm?”
Miri promptly hit the owner with a right hook and stormed away…
God. What a jackass. He might even be late to the meeting now. Cleaning stairs. What a menial and overall useless task. Miri syn Strannika, possibly last of his proud and somewhat heathen heritage, would not be ended by a mere flight of stairs.

Miri, after becoming quite lost due to disorientation (Falling down a flight of stairs never does anyone good in that department) managed to make his way to the Twilight Spirit. The air smelled of iron. He realized the front door probably wasn’t going to be the entrance to the super top secret meeting of the rebellion, and so circled the building and found a side entrance, along with two others. Famous? Licentia for sure, but other than that he was positive he had seen their faces somewhere. Rather, one of their faces. Maybe a former coworker….no. She seemed far too regal to be part of his former business. The man standing next to her (Sibling, perhaps?) seemed a much more likely candidate. It seemed one of the two was going to leave soon. Might as well try to start a conversation.

Miri approaches the two in a confident manner.

“So, you guys here for the meeting? I’m just going to assume so, as this alley is deserted and this shop doesn’t look like a front for drug trafficking.”

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

【Miri syn Strannika】

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~"I have seen the vastness of the void, and in doing so have realized a purpose."~

The Actual Character

Name: Miri syn Strannika
Nicknames: Miri
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Alias: N/A
Age: 95
Apparent Age: 24
Race: Trial Stage Licentia
Sub-Race/Lineage or Nationality/Specialty: Strannika

Appearance

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Miri stands at a solid 6 foot 2, with an average build. This allows him to slip into crowds when the need be. He has red hair, and green eyes. He also has pale skin, and 2 extra canine teeth where molars should be, as is common of his lineage. There are no other noticeable features, at least not yet.

Personality

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Miri is as stubborn as a mule and as irritable as they come. Due to his...hotheadedness and tendency to scream anything he thinks of, he easily became an activist. It was almost natural. How curious. Besides being a natural screaming man activist, he also has vague traces of intelligence, but these only shine through in moments where he is determined, or in other terms, pissed. Under this callous exterior is a genuinely clever individual, perhaps a trait picked up during his criminal years. Besides this, Miri is but a boiling cauldron of spite and a strong sense for justice. He really hates the oppression the Prae have forced upon the Licentia, and people who feel entitled.

History

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Miri syn Strannika began life in a regular manner, for a Licenti. The early details of his life are quite droll, and to be honest, the only slightly interesting aspect of this time was Miri’s father, Kilroy. Most peculiar is the fact that Kilroy decided to raise his progeny, but alas. Kilroy was a man shrouded in mystery, constantly using his lineage’s talent to pass between worlds unnoticed. Miri has been unsuccessful in finding out his father’s exact line of work, but there had been rumors circulating he was a hitman or something along those lines. There is nothing to support this theory besides the fact that he and his son never truly settled anywhere, merely passing through, trying to survive. Many days would pass where Miri was left on his own, usually in a safe location. It is this that made his life so dull.

The day Miri’s life truly began, so to speak, was the day his father’s ended. It was a stormy night (Rather, early, early morning), and Miri was shaken by his father. His father exhibited one trait he had never shown before: Fear. The rain drowned out his voice, but somehow, Miri was able to tell what he had said ,”Miri, I’m not going to be coming back. I need to disappear, so to speak. Go into hiding. I’ve pissed off one of the Exeo for the last time, and if I’m not here they won’t come for you. Hopefully, we meet again.” And with that, his father put a purple spyglass into the young Licenti’s hand and fled.

Miri continued the family tradition of wandering from realm to realm, place to place. Eventually, he turned to crime. Smuggling, to be exact. His family’s talent had given him a knack for it. Ominar was where Miri got into the business. He had no distinguishing features, and so he easily delivered illicit goods from realm to realm, the only distinguishing factor being his father's...legacy, so to speak. Eventually, after sneaking some extremely rare plant life out of Priscus, via some miracle, he was treated with the level of respect a mob boss would get. He was no such thing, but he was the best in his business, taking unstable bridges to deliver unstable goods. This changed a year and a half ago.

Miri had gotten in over his head, so to speak. He had been in Torqueo at the time of the coup, procuring some less than legal information, so to speak. This is when shit hit the fan. Rumors of his exploits had reached some higher ranking Prae officials, and so he was having significant trouble returning to Medius. Now this in itself wouldn’t usually be a major problem. He could just wait until security weakened, or he could take one of his reliable side bridges. Unfortunately, the coup coincided with 1. A very time sensitive deal with a large criminal organization that, if not made on time, would result in Miri being found unidentifiable and horribly massacred in a ditch 2 weeks later, and 2. Miri’s only viable bridge for this operation had recently closed. These 3 factors led to Miri making one of the biggest mistakes of his life.

Time was running out, and Miri was no track and field member, so to speak. That is why he decided to make a very dangerous voyage. Located relatively close to the main “bridge” between Medius and Torqueo, so as to not appear in thin air, it was a fairly old bridge that was looking like it would collapse soon. Miri miscalculated, and about halfway through his voyage in between Torqueo and Medius, the bridge collapsed. And left Miri stuck within Pylae, unprepared and defenseless.

Miri did not recollect much of what happened inside the “Rift”, except for two things. The first of these things being a sort of awakening, mentally. Miri put everything into perspective, and realized that he was insignificant in the grand scheme of things. For now. For this event would inspire Miri to become a political activist, and so become one of the most outright and active individuals protesting the Prae’s treatment of Licentia. The second thing was the vis. An absurd amount of vis was naturally absorbed by Miri in Pylae. Vis that his body would be unable to handle, should he try to cast magic. Now, how Miri managed to survive Pylae is probably the aspect that screams the most about this event being “fated”, that being he used his family’s ability to spot a particular weakness in the fabric of Medius, from Pylae. He used the seemingly limitless supply of vis at his disposal to tear and mend a hole behind him. After this, he has completely stopped using magic so as to not have it rage uncontrollably.

The approximate year and a half between that incident and the present has had Miri depart the criminal scene and begin campaigning for Licentia rights, such as wider availability for consumable vis, so as to reduce crime rates. Along with this, he has begun investigating exactly HOW the Prae took control of Ominar. To Miri, it seems awful suspicious. And he was going to find the truth behind it and bring justice to the city if it killed him.

Belongings/Equipment

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Miri exists on the bare minimum due to his former status as drifter between worlds.

Heirloom Spyglass: A purple, crystal spyglass contained in a tarnished bronze frame (One side has a bronze eye covering the crystal. This is the binding magic that keeps the vis from dissipating.) The crystal is said to be made up of the first Strannika to develop the ability to see instabilities in the fabric between worlds, and allows those not of the Strannika line to see such anomalies. It is worn on a brass chain around Miri’s neck.

Black Book: A collection of names and debts owed to Miri from his days as a smuggler. He tends to avoid collecting said debts, to maintain leverage over the less than scrupulous community he was once a part of.

Suitcase: This singular leather briefcase is filled with most of Miri’s belongings (Clothing, essentials, etc.) It has a combination lock to prevent any unwanted meddling.

Capabilities

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Mental

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Sting:Miri may be quite lacking when it comes to magic, due to certain circumstances, but he makes up for it in an unusual manner. The vast horrors of Pylae hardened Miri. It is nigh impossible to persuade him to do anything, and forms of hypnosis, persuasion, telepathy, and pretty much all mental magics wash right off.

Bohemian Rhapsody: See below: Sheer Heart Attack

Smooth Criminal: Due to his spotty past, Miri has a vast collection of knowledge and blackmail pertaining to the underworld of Ominar. He earned quite a bit of respect for his duties to the “community”, if you could call it that. This is the most probable explanation as to why he hasn’t been assassinated.

Physical

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Average: Miri has no above average physical abilities. Go figure.

Magical/Technological

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Every Breath You Take: Due to the history of the Strannika line, most inherit the unusual ability to perceive previously unknown passages between realms with relative ease. Usually unstable, highly dangerous passages. More often than not they make the passage safely, alas, poor Miri did not.

Sheer Heart Attack:
Miri came out of Pylae carrying some serious baggage, each with it’s own benefits and consequences
Bohemian Rhapsody: Miri is slightly...unhinged due to viewing the extreme vastness and horror of Pylae. This also is what drove him to become an activist. He realized that his life was insignificant when compared to the size of things, and that making an impression would require meddling with powers far higher than his own. He seized the opportunity when the Prae began their propaganda campaign. If he were to stop this tyranny, he would go down in history
Don't Stop Me Now: Being a Licenti, the sheer amount of vis in Pylae widened his magic stores, and filled them to the point where a simple Trial stage couldn’t handle the sheer power gifted to him. Having very little experience in magic to begin with, if Miri were to try casting any sort of spell it would spiral out of control, with extreme consequences.
Bites the Dust: Due to the amount of vis in Miri’s body, his need to feed has gone down a great amount. He still has to do it, but with far less frequency.

Pokemon Gijinka [Always Accepting!]

it is time for me to fall down the rabbit hole
i am expressing interest and will get working on a CS

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

-foreshadows-

I am new, please help me!

welcome my dude.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Shattered Heaven (JoJo Fan RP. Looking for Players!)

@BCTheEntity Vampires have always had really interesting abilities in JoJo, so I'm sure the Stand could always help with things similar to the hair thing. I'm thinking that instead of harming the undead, the anti-Ripple powers them up, Mercy in Overwatch style. Heightens their abilities and all that. It could provide an interesting perspective. He could power up his zombies, or assist a certain undead Englishman. It would open up a lot of doors.