Blizz

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

"You and I have influence over a force that so many others cannot understand." Jack stood, and held the book in one hand. "That is the way of any sorcerer, wizard or magician you meet in life. What we do is the same, insofar as it can be considered magic. To question what you see is to accept you do not know everything. And as someone who can wield such power, that is something you must acknowledge."

He stepped out of the room, beckoning Annika to follow. Only it wasn't the same hallway she had come through. No, the living room downstairs was on the other side of that door. And when they walked through, the door simply wasn't there.

"Some mysteries are meant to be solved, others are not."

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

”These shadows we live in amount to a fickle thing, Annika.” he traced a circle in the air, and a black ring of smoke appeared there. ”They grant us safe passage into this world between all other worlds, and make our ruin otherwise. We cannot truly know it, for that is what it means to be hidden in the dark. But in what we do understand, we find that the darkness, even here, does not truly want anything.”

It was a paradox, in a way. They worked with supernatural darkness and studied what it could do, yet that very darkness was something they could only understand in passing. The Everdark was an entire universe all its own, with endless secrets- Far too many to learn in one lifetime.

”Such questions will often have no answer, but they are importantly nonetheless.”

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

Jack did have standards for a child raised by him. That was true, but Annika was a child no less. She was not meant to be a mirror to the things he did, even if she learned every single mystic technique he ever invented. Jack peered down at the page, and recognized what Annika was looking for: A simple conjuring. Nothing particularly difficult, in fact, manifesting things from the shadows was something of a foundation for Umbramancy. Jack waved his hand, and the shadows cast by his fingers became something solid. Along the page manifested a black bookmark, and he turned a few pages towards the back of the book.

He recalled writing down methods in the back of it, once.

"To create things is to develop influence over the shadows," Jack began. "The dark is often regarded as having no substance, yet for you and I, there is something within that we may reach for. Once you have that something in your grasp, your methods will determine how you shape it, to what length you see it as an extension of yourself."

He pointed at a page where he'd scribbled down precise shapes, and outlined how he'd hew them out of shadows. "Think of a simple, mundane object you are familiar with. A pencil, or perhaps a knife. Treat the dark as if it were that object, and cut it away until the shape becomes clear. Once you have this shape, the trick is to give it substance."

To demonstrate, he held out a hand that was itself made of shadows. He had never told Annika how that came to be. In the palm of his hand, there formed a rose black as oil. He held it out for her, and let her hold the solidified shape between her fingers.

"To make it real."

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

It was an ominous house they lived in. Once, it had just been an untouched field of land, this place Jack referred to as the Twilight Pass. He had many maps of the Everdark, and chose this area to construct a home for himself through a dizzying amount of spellcraft. That was long before he’d crossed paths with Annika.

Everything in the backdrop of the universe was cast in gloom, yet the house embraced that. Black walls, rows of bookshelves, halls illuminated by purple lights, even a black cat that was probably benign walked up and down the halls like it owned the place. Other magicians had their sanctums, their spires that overlooked a realm. This was Jack’s, and now it was Annika’s as well.

He sat within a room at the top floor, in a reading chair with a book open in his lap. In front of him was another chair, and a fireplace that burned with flames as purple as the evening sky of Earth. He looked over his shoulder as his daughter came running in. The book snapped shut and floated away to a shelf.

”Hmm? What have you found?” He spoke in a quiet voice that made the walls listen. Like a god in a realm of their own creation.

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

Jack Hawthorne - Before

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Jack Hawthorne

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Character Summary

Name: Jack Hawthorne
Alias Shadowbringer, Wanderer from Beyond, The Man of a Million Doors, The Stranger in the Moonlight
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 36
Birthday: November 13th,1990
Birth Place: United States, Earth
Source: A place between tangible worlds known as the Everdark. Some call it the void, but it is an infinite expanse of winding, occluded reality that behaves differently from ours. Despite being a source of fathomless dark energy, and the fact that one can easily get lost in it, the Everdark is not an inherently evil place. It lives and breathes like a sentient creature, and chooses what it reveals to its inhabitants. The Everdark connects to all manners of existence like the trunk of a tree. If you find yourself lost here, there is always a way home. Few people have heard of it, though, and fewer have been there. Jack is one such person, and as a result, the energy of the Everdark flows through him as if he was still there.
Domain: Umbramancy

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Appearance

Height: 5’9”
Weight:
Build: 173 lbs
Eyes: Dark purple
Hair: Black, and an absolute mess 24/7
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Jack is covered in a bunch of old scars here and there, too many to list in short order. One that stands out is a large burn scar across his entire left shoulder
Personal Style:Everything Jack wears looks like a lazy attempt to fit into a dark academia setting: Long wool coats that flow like water, worn baggy pants, the occasional trench coat and dill colors. His style is so low maintenance that it often masks his presence as a competent wizard, and just makes him seem like he’s a nobody. The only exception is a pair of knee-length boots that he always wears no matter where he goes.

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Psychology

Gentle * Vindictive * Caring * Obsessive * Patient * Stubborn

Always the ominous one in the room, Jack evokes an air of mystery and gloomy serenity wherever he goes. He is perpetually unthreatened or unbothered by the unknown, and always welcomes something new to change his day. Jack prefers to listen and observe more than speak and act, often letting things unravel naturally rather than getting involved and stopping something before it gets too serious. Going with the flow the way Jack does, he tends to find himself in peril a lot, but even when his life is on the line, he’s levelheaded. Despite his easygoing nature, something that always springs Jack towards action is his curiosity. He has an astoundingly inquisitive mind that always pushes him to learn the things that human beings simply were not meant to learn. The weight of unfathomable knowledge is that of an anchor to some, but only a grain of sand to Jack. He plunges into the unknown, no matter how horrible the horrors lurking there may be, because it brings him comfort to set foot in places that others shudder at. The old saying that knowledge is power fills him with serenity and purpose. It is for this reason that Jack cares nothing for legacy. Even if there is never another living soul in all of the great sea of entropic existence who would carry on with his exploration, he would rest with the knowledge he gained from them, and that would be enough.

The flipside of his attitude towards the world is that Jack tends to foster reckless tendencies. If he can discover some hidden secrets by cracking open moldy ruins, he’ll figure it out before he catches a disease for which there is no cure. If someone is hunting him down, he doesn’t devise a plan to stop them. Jack just responds by not forcing anything and doesn’t let fear control him. It hasn’t gotten the better of him yet, but there is a first time for everything. Everything falls into place as it does, and one can either be patient or swim against the current. When interacting with other people, Jack is typically either quite friendly or pointlessly bitter, depending on how others act around him. When someone is nice enough to warrant being friends, he’ll willingly burn down all of reality just to keep his loved ones safe. But anyone who gets on his bad side will never hear the end of it. Even when his pride is wounded, there are few times when Jack doesn't let a rude comment slide. Most people simply aren't close enough to him or know him well enough for their opinions to matter.

Sexuality: Gay
Relationship Status: Single
Fatal Flaw: He often doesn’t realize it, but Jack prides himself greatly on his magic ability. He accepts a challenge easily. To a similar end, he’ll run himself ragged before he slows down and admits he needs help. Whether out of some need to not show weakness, a fear of burdening others, or both. In the past, this has led to Jack sacrificing his own physical well-being for something he desired.
Inner Demon: Thirst for knowledge
Habits: Absentmindedly floating inches above the ground, and talking in long-winded sentences.
Hobbies: Exploring new places, reading books, and learning about magic.
Fears:

• Stagnation
• The consequences of his actions
• Drowning

Likes: At least 6

• Coffee
• Cold weather
• Studying magic
• Dark places
• Calm music
• Mysteries

Dislikes: At least 6

• Spicy food
• Warm weather
• Religious leaders
• Intense light
• Loud noises
• Sand

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Cards On The Table

Skills: Limit 10. These can be combat or general skills. Anything you list here gets a +2 bonus on rolls.

• Supernatural Lore
• Magical Expertise
• Agility
• Magic Combat
• Stealth
• Investigation
• Survival
• Extra-planar Navigation
• Card Games

Medical Issues/Injuries: Any long term medical problems or past medical problems need to be listed here. Put N/A if your character doesn't really have any.

• Missing a physical left arm, replaced with a magic one. Still feels pain in his shoulder.

Possessions: Limited to the spots provided. Yes, I do mean three. This is what your character has on them when the clock strikes three on Hallow's Eve.

• A handwritten book full of magic knowledge recorded over the years
• A half-empty bottle of wine and a now-broken wine glass
• An enchanted pocket watch that never stops ticking, set to California’s time zone.

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History

The Maiden - a Horror Past: Jack has met many people along his travels through existence. Once such person was a magician who called himself Reza. He was the sun of Jack's moon, and from childhood they were close friends. He even followed Jack into the Everdark, where they leapt across the universe to its outer rim together. The Everdark did not respond well to Reza's presence. Gradually, his soul was poisoned due to the fact that he came uninvited. Day after day, it would change him, turning him into something less like himself while Jack was unharmed. He was welcome in this world, and Reza was not.

Jack hadn't developed a strong enough understanding to summon a way out of the Everdark yet, meaning the nearest portal was thousands of miles away, and so Reza's struggle wasn't enough in the end. He became something monstrous, unable to recognize Jack. He was a feral animal with a corrupted mind, and there was nothing to do but put him out of his misery. Jack laid him to rest in that place, in a region they both named the Moonstone Valley. Jack wasn't ever the same after the day he watched the light fade from his friend's eyes. It made him feel distant about the idea of attachments. Nothing fills that void like Reza did.

The Mother - a Mad Truth: There is nothing left in the world for Jack. He tells himself and others that there is nothing he wants in life, that he doesn’t have dreams or aspirations. Because all things will pass in time, to chase the things is to fill a void that one is doomed to become in the end. Jack has been to countless worlds, made friends with beings from worlds with names no human can pronounce, and every time he has done this, he has moved on.

The truth he hasn’t come to terms with in his entire life is that Jack longs for a place that can give him what nigh boundless knowledge of the universe cannot: A place to exist in peace. In every corner of reality, there was something that called him there, but nothing to keep Jack from leaving. He doesn’t know how to settle down and stay in one place, as lonely as it is to not.

The Crone - a Grim Future: The troubled child who fell out of the known universe and into a living, breathing darkness is long gone. In his place is a man who finds eternal majesty in the structure of existence. Every new direction yields a place forgotten by time, newly formed, abandoned by millennia-old civilizations, or perhaps untouched by life entirely. A lonely voyage into places unknown is quiet, but to Jack, it is fulfilling. This is for the better, because Jack would be a very different person if it wasn’t.

In a world where there was no serenity to be felt in watching the birth of entire universes, or wisdom to be found in being the only living thing to set foot in a city for billions of eons, then there would be nothing to put Jack’s mind at ease. Solitude has a way of twisting the mind, and without that wonder to be filled with, he would feel nothing but contempt for everyone in existence who had what he didn’t: Companionship, belonging, and inner stillness. If he can’t have those things, then why should they? Jack’s grim future is one where no one is safe from his presence, or the hate he never found a way to reconcile with. Worlds would speak his name in conversations of extinctions and the end times. The troubled child would follow him everywhere, and he would never to come to terms with the fact that some people are happier than him, because they would not survive.

The Lore: Min. 2 paragraphs describing your character's life up to that fateful Hallow's Eve. Consider how they acquired their magic, how they got to where they are, and why they would rank as someone with potentially cosmic importance in the mystic arts.

Once upon a time, Jack Hawthorne was just a kid. He lived in a dead-end town where everyone knew each other. The kind of place anyone even slightly different is ganged up on. He didn’t fit in. Despite this, he always took things in stride, like water against a window. This all changed when he was walking home one day, during a particularly gloomy evening. The evening sun was obscured by heavy clouds, and the ground was darker than it realistically should have been. Before he knew it, he fell into a shadow. And then he went through it. He watched the world fall away around him, and he landed in a lake of black, oily water that felt like ink between his fingers.

The sky didn’t exist, it was like looking at a color that one could only picture in their mind but not visually perceive. The land he found himself in felt alive, the horizon swelled and groaned like metal under stress, and flowed through him as though he were a part of it. There was no light, and yet he found himself able to blindly understand where things were. But Jack didn’t know where he was just yet. He ventured out to figure out where he was, and found figments of earth cities nearby. Places that looked familiar, but were also foreign to him.

With a wave of his hand, Jack distorted the ground he walked on. With another, the fabric of this dark reality would bend around him. This place was just as much an extension of him as he was of it. It rubbed off on him, and he felt… Different. More aware of himself. More capable, and blessed with magic. He couldn’t find the way back home, but with time, his curiosity would no doubt reveal away.

Only it revealed more than one way out. It revealed millions. Within days spent trapped in what he came to call the Everdark, Jack learned to bend the shadows around him into something tangle. In a week, he learned to fly and fold three-dimensional space like paper, and punch holes through it to facilitate travel. This world was ominous, but there was beauty and majesty hidden behind the somber veneer he was first introduced to. Other worlds bled into it like water from clouds. Eventually, Jack took to stepping into these traces of foreign lands, and he found himself in their native realities.

By the time he had officially spent his first year in the Everdark, Jack had filled three separate journals with knowledge he had acquired from studying this place, the magical abilities it had afforded him, and the places he could go if he used the Everdark like a nexus. Others tried to follow the amateur wizard into what they thought was just a pocket dimension, only to have an entire plane of reality weaponized against them. This power changed the trajectory of Jack’s life for the better. He was no longer the kid without a place in the world, because the entire world itself was his home now.

Jack spent the next 20 years traveling different realities. He studied magic in every corner of the World Tree, stood upon the remains of dead gods the size of continents and drew from them wisdom of a thousand lifetimes. He sailed through the void of empty space and watched the birth of the first stars to ever grace those stretches of the cosmos. In an endless yearning to see more of the world, Jack has made countless allies and just as many enemies in the world. He is no legend by any means, but his name is spoken in circles where humanity has never set foot.

What sets Jack apart from most “master” wizards is the place he draws power from. In all of human history, only a few hundred people have ever set foot in the Everdark. It is a living, breathing universe all its own, and it is known to those lucky few as the shadow that the universe casts. Those that can find a way in find themselves inside by accident most often, but the rest are rejected by it. They are twisted and corrupted, and will eventually lose themselves in the darkness that others thrive in. As one of the so-called Shadowtouched, as Jack describes, he wields magical power even a Sorcerer Supreme cannot access.

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Extras

Character Quote: “When we think of the unknown, we imagine horror lurking in the shadows, and fear that which we cannot understand. But there is safety in the mystery, in the prospect of walking with the unspeakable things of this world. For once you step into that darkness, all that is known will not dare to harm you.”
Song: ”No solace at all. We once heard the lasting call, but now we praise the Void."
Anything Else: Scarlet Witch... Because she's hot lmao
Immortal Flaming Hippie Wizard Tree
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Grimoire

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The Grimoire

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Jack Hawthorne

Master Umbramancer

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Shadow Scythe

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Jack creates a scythe out of weightless darkness, which he then uses for close-quarters combat. The blade is sharp and sturdy enough to cut through solid metal with ease, but light-based things such as a hard light forcefield would be completely untouchable.

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Ward of Darkness

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Creates a solid barrier out of dark energy, wide enough to provide complete cover. It is strong enough to withstand multiple gunshots, but requires concentration and can be broken much more easily by magic that produces intense energy, such as intense light, fire or lightning.

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Shadow Arm

• Type: Umbramancy
• Jack's left arm is made entirely of magic energy from the Everdark. As such, it can be reshaped into certain objects, such as a key to fit a lock or made thin enough to grab something in a hard-to-reach place. The arm can stretch outwards past normal arms-reach, up to 10 feet. Intense light can cause his arm to flicker or even vanish for a short time. Requires one full minute to reform in these cases.

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Weightless Body

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Using the dark energy that courses through his body, Jack is able to float off of the ground, and loosely propel himself in any direction or slow his fall downwards. Requires concentration to perform. A strong shove by another person could send him flying in another direction. Levitation done through this is not powerful enough to propel someone through a body of water, or while they're carrying another person.

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Darkvision

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Grants perfect vision in all forms of darkness, including natural and magically induced, as clearly as they could under normal circumstances. Darkvision can be extended to 2 other people with concentration.

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Twilight Doorway

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: By using the dark world adjacent to all other worlds as a medium, this spell can create a pair of shadowy portals between any two known locations. The time required to form the portals depends on the conditions of the origin point: Two full minutes under normal conditions, and only one in low light. The portals will close after 15 seconds unless held open by concentrating.

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Gloomhaven

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Creates sphere of magic darkness at a specified point within line of sight, with a diameter of 60 feet. Anyone caught inside, other than the caster, is rendered blind unless they use an extrasensory spell or move outside the spell's range. The darkness persists for 60 seconds, and can be dispelled sooner by light-based magic.

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✨ Under Black Stars ✨

Under Black Stars is a side story set within the Skyrose Multiverse, taking place over a decade after the end of Inferno. This story is based on the lore and worldbuilding of the Skyrose universe, but does not interact with it, as it is separate from other stories in the main timeline.

More than a decade after an army of demons tried to destroy Earth, Annika lives with her foster father, Jack Hawthorne, who has raised her as his own despite the circumstances that brought them together. For years, they have both searched for answers to an unanswerable question: Where did Annika come from? Jack has taught her many of his mystical secrets, but even he does not know everything.

The two have a long road ahead of them, and some questions are best left unanswered…

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Far from the bounds of the cosmos, in between the stars and deeper down in a place so few can find, there sits a realm cast in eternal gloom. The backdrop of the universe, a rift between all other places. There have been less than a hundred people to ever set foot there, since the birth of this reality. It has gone by many names, the Void, the Shadow Realm, but most know it was the Everdark. It is the abstract, the place where all things in the material world are deigned to elude. There, the cracks and little forgotten places throughout reality tend to vanish, and fall through a distance without measure. Often, these are physical fragments of other worlds, which eventually "smooth out" and diffuse into their new environment, giving way to forests eternally in bloom and oceans without a floor.

But other times, life slips through the cracks.

Across human history and even further, dating back to the earliest times in which there were living things that could reasonably called intelligent, a small fraction of the already small population that finds this place can draw power on it. When something with a soul enters the Everdark, one of two things can happen. Often, the strange energy that constitutes it "denies" their presence. In this case, they slowly lose themselves in a delirious miasma, as their soul erodes and they become a hollow creature of madness. But the rare few who are "welcomed" by the Everdark feel a presence in their soul, taking a small sliver and replacing it with that magnificent darkness. These people, few as they are, have no academic name to classify themselves, but they can learn to bend the shadows as sorcery.

To find such a person is a rare sight indeed, and the Everdark is a fickle thing. There may very well only be one or two of them alive at this very moment, if even that many...

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

It is difficult to fathom the Earth when you only study one continent, and more difficult to understand the universe when you only understand one galaxy.

Knowing this, as he knew many things, Jack Hawthorne dedicated his life to the study of reality and the transmundane. Across time, and across the endless sea of realities that most would never see, he wandered on a never-ending journey. He had always been a scholar of the unknown, of the supernatural secrets old and new. Ever since the day he fell into a land of starless skies and autumnal voids, and left the mundane behind, it had been his calling in life to walk an endless road.

And for more than a decade, now, he has taken to a new purpose.

An old friend has grown furious with the world and sought to bring Earth to ruins. And in the aftermath, there may two defenseless children: Ananym of Limbo, and Annika of Earth. It has not been an uneventful time, raising Annika as his own. In the years that followed, the two had found that the shadowy land he called on for power was safe for her, they’d discovered the magical abilities she was capable of, and most of all, they’d spent her lifetime wondering where in all the universe she had originally came from.

For a man who could move across trillions of light years in a single step, it had been an impossible task. But one that they had accepted they might never answer. And so it was that Jack embraced his role as Annika’s guardian for as long as was needed.

In recent times, she’d developed her first spells under his guidance. They were simple, but it was a start of something powerful. They stepped between universes, trespassed into realms unknown and learned what one another was capable of as he shared an unending journey with her.

SPIRITUM

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Morden was silently like the grave during the walk on foot to the meeting place. The “Spooks” were subtle, but something he found strange was the fact that they were doing things in a particularly obvious way. Dunbarton was a sleepy city, and there was only so much justification for armed personnel around a building like this. On the surface, I could very well just be a police raid from a civilian’s standpoint. But then, the average civilian would’ve expected a truck or at least a cruiser to be here. There were none of these things outside the meeting place, it was as if a bunch of federal agents had just walked in. To his trained eye, Morden could see their weapons and their armor, but they weren’t really trying that hard to conceal those things, why hide them at all if they were going to be lazy about it?

He had to wonder what the angle of that was.

Inside, it was more what he’d expect. obvious force. And yet they were actively loading and checking weapons, not simply enjoying a relief period. They were actively preparing for something.

There is something unusual about this, He commented, wordlessly. Still, Morden followed them up the stairs to where “Dirk” waited.

Recollections: Primal Sinister

The set-up to clown on this fuckin apparition is hilarious

Paragraphs: Dragon Dance [Blizz & Mixtape Ghost Note]

Selena Phoenix

"Shall we make a deal?"

_______________________________________________ Selena Gallagher Phoenix She/Her | 27 | White | 5'7" | 186lbs _______________________________________________ Dignified _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I have my methods." ___________________________________ [+] [REMOVE THIS. A list of everything your character is good at... just, uh, keep it realistic. If I see one judo black belt with survival skills training, cooking, and rifle training, I'm gonna slap a bitch. REMOVE THIS.] Magic Mastery ⫻ Selena considers herself a "master" level Adept. This is ultimately hubris and confidence, but she is quite talented. Having a mix of formal and independent training, Selena is well-versed in the greater paranormal world, and can easily keep a conversation going about any subject ranging from the Ancients to the Night of Broken Clocks. Connected ⫻ Selena has amassed an interconnected network of paranormal allies, contacts and associates that that assist each other for mutual benefits. If she needs, she can call upon them and ask for their help in procuring artifacts or information, or information about something. Thanks to these connections, Selena is highly resourceful, and rarely has to work things out alone Social Graces ⫻ It turns out that being from a family of rich, influential Adepts with international sway puts a lot of expectations on someone’s shoulders. Selena was taught how to hold a conversation, read a room and be strainingly charismatic in her interactions with people. She can lie like a snake, put on a brave Dave and negotiate with professional competence.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Looking for something?" Selena's entire aesthetic screams "I'm fucking magic." An odd mix of cottagecore and whimsigoth themes thrown together haphazardly, from old and stiff fabric to long cardigans with curious patterns printed over them, no one would immediately look at Selena and think she's secretly rich. She tends to go for comfort first, style second, and practicality third as a result of her confidence in a dangerous situation. Selena's hair a bright, vibrant shade of red, falling down in thick locks that she only occasionally ties up into a coherent style. She is in shape, but is built somewhat like a toothpick, which isn't very obvious due to the way she dresses. Her body language sends a message that she has a high standard for herself, exuding an untouchable and uncaring vibe in the direction of anyone who might be looking to start something.

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"I like to get things done."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Selena wants to set herself up to live the rest of her life comfortably. To do this, she seeks out connections with people to form her own “family,” like a mafia without the moral bankruptcy. Selena wants to develop enough connections and working relationships with people that neither she nor they have to figure things out alone. All of this stems from her personal history, as her younger brother recently became the head of the Gallagher family, and is looking to tie up loose ends.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Selena sees life as a chessboard. The wrong move can leave you hopeless, so it’s always important to thing ahead a plan carefully. And someone has to lose in order for someone else to win. Anything that can’t survive scrutiny shouldn't, and though Selena may seem cold to those who aren’t familiar with her, she simply thinks realistically about the paranormal world. Having any amount of magical power is dangerous, because someone else will decide what to do with you if you don’t decide for yourself. Selena is less concerned with the right and wrong of it all and more concerned with not being the one who gets trampled. It’s a dog-eat-dog world, and Selena refuses to go hungry.

SECRETS ⫻ Selena stole more than just the Greymoon Cloak from her family, and knows more about what they’ve been up to since her departure than she lets on. Over the years, she has regularly undercut the Gallaghers and spied on them to ensure they can’t get to her.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Pansexual

FEARS ⫻ Selena fears being helpless, unable to win a situation that she’s found herself stuck in. She knows that despite her capabilities as an Adept, she isn’t perfect. Her goals make other people’s enemies her enemies, and she doesn’t want to be in an impossible situation.

REPUTATION IN OLD COVEN ⫻ Selena was known to be a no-nonsense voice of determination in the old coven. She did not have any patience whatsoever for stupidity, or people trying to be something they weren’t. She took the coven’s purpose seriously, and didn’t respect anyone who thought it was a joke. Selena cared about saving the world, and considered it much more important than partying or being dumb kids.

ROLE IN THE BATTLE AGAINST THE STYGIAN SNAKE ⫻ Selena worked to keep the coven from imploding by ensuring the right people did the right thing, with as little error as possible. If someone fucked up, she got on their ass about it. Of course, Selena wasn’t a hypocrite, so she often stepped in to do things herself and show others how it was done. Sometimes this meant laying waste to mindless Apparitions by the dozens, and other times this meant doing proper research, but she often found herself filling multiple roles.

FLAWS ⫻ Selena's pride means a lot to her. She worked hard to get to this point, and she'll be damned if she lets anybody take that away from her. She has an ego, and that means she doesn't believe she has anything to prove to anybody.

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"That part of my life is over, and it’s for the best."

Selena’s story begins at the age of eight, when her parents worked tirelessly to dove a Kindling Event. Before she found her way to St. Portwell, because she found her way into the Sycamore Tree Coven, there was no Selena Phoenix, only Selena Gallagher. Born into a family of elite adepts with international connections and power, Selena was raised to be the next generation of a longstanding legacy; A legacy marred with cruelty, political subterfuge and aristocratic influence. The world of magic has always been one ruled by the strong, and Selena was just next in line to take the proverbial throne of high society. From a young age she learned to channel her Lux as was taught to her by masterful Adepts, and she was forced to learn the political landscape of the entire world by the time she was 10. Selena had everything, but she hated all of it. Learning so much about so many things and so many places, she resented her ruthless family, and it only got worse as she grew older and understood them better and better.

So when she was 16, she snuck out during a "party" for all of the family's close political allies. She made it look like an accident had occurred, to distract and throw people off of her trail. She broke into her mother's room and stole a priceless artifact, the Graymoon Cloak, and vanished into the night. Having the foresight to think ahead, she manage to steal plenty of money on the way out. Then, Selena got on a plane and never looked back. Her journey took her to St. Portwell, a city she had heard much about in the clutches of her family. It was here that she encountered a minion of the Stygian Snake, which she quickly dispatched with her red Lux. It just so happened that a certain heroic Adept with a knack for lightning found her and got her into the coven.

She made allies who became friends, discovered a world that the Gallagher family would have never told her about and did something that really made the world a better place. She was there for the coven's downfall, and made sure to keep contact with some key members after she left. She went on to work up a network of her own connections in the paranormal world, and fell into a life of freelance living, where the people she met and established a relationship with insulated her. She wanted to be untouchable, and wanted to share that quality with the right people to have as much freedom as she wanted.

One such person she wanted to work into her “family” was Goro Hatanaka, one of the best members of the Sycamore coven, the gold standard. She booked a flight to Japan, and began her search for him.

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"Cross me, that will be fun."

TYPE ⫻ Adept

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Red, White and Purple Lux

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Selena is a classically trained Adept who learned a wide range of spell at a young age. Many of her spells collectively revolve around her affinity for knowledge and study. As such, Selena has amassed a well-rounded spellbook for combat, everyday use and support in a group effort.

Book of Shards ⫻ The Book of Shards is a tradition passed down through the Gallagher family, consisting of spells that turn Lux into a solid, glassy matter. The Book of Shards is vast, and includes over a hundred spells across all forms of Lux that have entered and left the family throughout history. Selena, however, only concerns herself with the spells among its list that are applicable to her red Lux. Selena has developed her own variants of these spells, which use white and purple Lux to supplement their capabilities on the battlefield.

Magic Missile ⫻ A simple bolt of red Lux shaped into searing light. Those struck by the spell are burned, and mundane matter can be completely vaporized as a result. This spell can be cast in large numbers by Selena, allowing her to carpet bomb an area in quick succession.

Celestial Spear ⫻ Red Lux crystallized into a long javelin, which Selena invented as a way to pierce emotional fields and defensive magic. Celestial Spears do not inflict much actual damage, but can leave a target defenseless for a brief windows

Shooting Star ⫻ Shooting Star is a spell similar to Magic Missile, only instead of being used like bullets, this spell is more like a guided missile. A pinch of purple Lux allows the Shooting Star to curve around corners and readjust its flight path to produce a hard-hitting explosion.

Glass Wave ⫻ Selena crystallizes her red and purple Lux into a silvery, glass orb. When she gets close to something, she launches it outwards, causing it to shatter and release a wave of telekinetic energy, similar to a shotgun blast. This flings people backwards, and can cut through a brick wall as if it were paper thin.

Diamond Glare ⫻ Selena produces a handful of crystallized Lux, and disperses it into the air to blind people. The magic dust acts as a flash-bang, and glitters and refracts all light for a few seconds before fading.

Cosmic Hailstorm ⫻ Selena charges up a wave of red Lux, and releases it in the form of a meteor shower. The spell rains Lux crystals down in a radius around Selena, which explode on impact to vitrify their surroundings. This can cause the crystal to build up and provide cover, or immobilize someone by weighing them down.

Lexicon ⫻ The Lexicon is a collection of spells that Selena uses to solve problems. These are less destructive spells, and more productive, often used to bridge the gaps between groups or outsmart someone standing in her way. This discipline of spells represents her breakaway from the Gallagher family, striking out on her own as a kid and finding her own way in the paranormal world. As such, none of the Lexicon's spells are particularly similar to the spells of her family.

Psychomancy ⫻ Selena taps into her purple Lux to telekinetically lift objects within the nearby vicinity. This done by channeling purple Lux into physical matter, giving Selena the ability to move it as if it were an extension of her body. A side-effect of using Psychomancy on things is that the longer Selena uses it on something, the more control she will have, as her Lux settles into it more.

Tesseract ⫻ The Tesseract is a cube-shaped pocket of distilled time. It acts as a small pocket dimension, bigger on the inside than it looks from the outside. Selena uses the Tesseract for storage, and for containing things that are time-sensitive, such as a bomb or an artifact that loses power over time.

Chromatic Clairvoyance ⫻ Selena channels her white Lux into her brain to perceive the world through a layer of grey and highlighting the paranormal in vibrant colors. Spells that have been cast in an area will leave behind trails of their respective color, and Adepts will radiate the colors of their Lux when observed. The more powerful the spell, the more intense the colors.

Moonstep ⫻ Selena surrounds herself in purple Lux to defy gravity. This spell makes her move like a helium balloon, meaning she can jump incredibly high and move as if she were lighter than air. Using Moonstep, Selena can scale a building in seconds, or jump off of a skyscraper to land like a feather. It also allows her to cushion the impact of a particularly hard-hitting blow, if she gets into a fight.

Glass Eye ⫻ A combination of red, purple and white Lux in the form of a crystalline orb no larger than a baseball. A Glass Eye acts as an extension of Selena’s senses, allowing her to move them telekinetically, and perceive the world through them. This lets her see things that she is not physically present for, making it a good tool for spying on others.

Vitrify ⫻ Using her red Lux, Selena fires a beam of light that condenses into magical crystal, just like any of her other spells. The crystal can be built up overtime, or dissipated back into nothing as she pleases, but the crystal acts as a defensive material. Selena can use it to build barriers, construct rough bridges, or simply weigh something down. With a burst of purple Lux, Selena can telekinetically shatter this crystal from the inside out, causing it to explode outwards.

LIMITS ⫻ A common trend among many of Selena's combat-oriented spells, the Book of Shards, is they don't use Lux to be cast. Rather, they are Lux, pulled from her soul, directly from the source to give her spells more substance. As with all Adepts, her Lux is the source of her Emotional-Field. These two things mean that, in practice, prolonged use of her offensive magic will make Selena temporarily less paranormal, resulting in her Lux weaker and her natural resistance to incoming magic weaker. There are two ways to manage this. The first is to simply avoid using the Book of Shards to fight, and the other is to flee the fight while her magic recovers from the strain.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

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"I am a dangerous woman."

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Connor Bray

"Keep those hands where I can see them."

_______________________________________________ Connor Bray He/Him | 23 | White | 5’8” | 184lbs _______________________________________________ Violent _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "What, did you think I was just a one trick Adept? Fuck off." ___________________________________ [+] Weapons Expert ⫻ Swords, pistols, rifles, grenades, knives, hammers; If it’s a weapon that he can wield in his hands, Connor doesn’t have much trouble putting it to good use. He’s vicious when his hands are kept busy. Mechanic ⫻ Befitting his paranormal skills, Connor knows his way around a car or a busted microwave. He’s not going to back into the Pentagon any time soon, but he’s self reliant enough to get by. Survival ⫻ There are places where the toughest bastards in the world of magic will never go, and those are the places where Connor is at home. He thrives in the worst environments, in the most unwinnable conditions that human beings could find themselves in. Many of his earliest memories were of self-preservation, surviving is in his blood. Language Knowledge ⫻ A little known fact about Connor is that he taught himself how to read and write when he was ten years old. He picked it up quickly, and it became a way to pass the time between fights in the old coven. He’s a far cry from one of those white Lux paranormals who can speak any language in the universe, but he’s a quick learner.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Looks can tell you a lot about a person, that’s why I try not to look like much." At a glance, Connor’s fit is plain as white bread. Loose street clothes from sweatpants to faded sneakers give off the look of someone lazy and a few years younger than he really is. A closer look shows a guy with faint traces of many, many battles on his skin. Faint traces of burns, nicks and cuts race up and down Connor’s arms, and his expression is a permanent steely gaze that looks right through you. His body language flips between relaxed and on guard at random, implying he doesn’t really have an off switch.

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"Slow me down, I dare you."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Connor doesn’t have much he wants in life. He just wants to outlive his enemies and see them dismantled before they can hurt good, honest people. To that end, he and Sirus have made plans to come home to St. Portwell, only to be held up by a certain orange Adept on a quest for artifacts.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Connor lives by the belief that the strong are responsible for the safety of the weak. As someone who considers himself one of the strong, Connor makes it his goal in life to stamp out threats to the people who don’t deserve it. The Morningstars, the Dollhouses, and the corrupt PRA directors of the world are his targets, like a shepherd defending the herd from an angry wolf.

SECRETS ⫻ Connor’s Abstraction has significant impacts on his mental state, something he keeps close to the chest in case anyone exploits it. All of his constructs amplify a specific emotion in him, making him more aggressive, more stubborn, or more protective, or any other emotion depending on which are active. This isn’t the most groundbreaking secret to have, but it is something that someone could use against him.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Connor has never allowed himself the time to explore the part of himself that feels such things for others, so he never found a name for how he feels. He simply chalks it up to “something or another thing,” and leaves it at that.

FEARS ⫻ Being truly alone in the world is something Connor never wants to return to. That state of being against the entire universe, where it was impossible to be any closer to rock bottom on countless levels, still haunts him to this day. Even if he doesn’t admit it.

REPUTATION IN OLD COVEN ⫻ Connor was dependable in a fight, albeit not so dependable when feelings were hurt. He took no shit and rarely gave any in the first place, unless someone really deserved it. But above all else, Connor was scary. Once, an Apparition made by the Stygian Snake had set a building on fire with him inside, and several members of the coven found him covered head to toe in burning clothes, still fighting the culprit like he wasn't even phased. Many people in the coven thought he was clinically insane, an actual psychopath, or some combination of the two. Despite his unhinged nature, Connor always got things done when he set his mind to them. He was honest, hellbent on keeping the coven alive to the end and outliving the Stygian Snake, and he never held back.

ROLE IN THE BATTLE AGAINST THE STYGIAN SNAKE ⫻ Together with his masterwork machine, Sirus, he led a whole squad of constructs into battle against the Snake. Massive guns firing on it to beat it into a corner, grenades turning whole swathes of its minions into ash, drones flying overhead in entire flocks to treat the wounded... Connor came alive during that battle. He supplied the other frontline fighters with their own weapons of all shapes and sizes to compensate for less offensive Abstractions, and pushed himself to extremes that most wouldn't dream of, a mix of quartermaster, commander and soldier.

FLAWS ⫻ The same violent, unhinged nature that got Connor so far is the same thing that holds him back. People have died because they drove him over the edge of a cliff that he’s always close to. Deep down, Connor always has been a fundamentally damaged person, unfit to live a normal life among the Blind. For him, snatching one more day on earth from the jaws of death is the only thing that makes life feel like it has any meaning. That’s all he’s ever known.

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"I was born in Hell, and I clawed my way up to Earth. I fucking earned the air I breathe, the ground I walk on."

In a place far from St. Portwell, beneath the notice of the greater paranormal world, there was a town known as Felton. In this town, a cruel being known as Lady Razorback ruled with an iron fist, stamping out every trace of hope anyone had for rising up and taking control of their lives. Felton was a place where the weak suffered, walled off from the outside world by a mix of magic and mundane factors. Starvation and sickness were an everyday fact of life, right alongside fresh victims for the field of crosses in the heart of town. To an outsider, Felton was in many ways similar to the Pit; Cruel, a monument to terror and suffering, home to atrocities that should never be named.

And it was in this hell that Connor Bray was born.

Connor’s earliest memories include running through bombed out warrens, climbing through desolate ruins to find shelter, and seeing visions of incomprehensibly powerful entities he could not name. From before he was old enough to understand the world itself, Connor understood the existence of magic, and of the things that went on in his home. Ever since he could walk, he fended for himself, cutting and running when someone bigger than him thought he’d be a cheap kill. By the time he was roughly 10 years old, Connor realized that he, too, could use magic. So he scoured the ruined stretches of Felton, beneath the foothills of Lady Razorback’s “kingdom,” to gather up materials that he needed for the visions he had.

He didn’t fully understand how he was doing the things he did, but they worked. Day after day, Connor would go through immense physical pain as his body burned up from the inside out, casting Lux into the shape of a machine without a channeler, something he didn’t know he needed at the time. The pain was debilitating, but like a solid block of marble being chipped away at over the course of a lifetime, he finally created a magic construct that called itself Sirus.

No longer alone, the two of them survived together for the next few years. Sirus watched Connor’s back, and helped keep him safe from the occasional starving animal that got too close. But eventually, Lady Razorback discovered that a new Adept was running around her little territory, so she sent her enforcers down into the trenches to look for him and his creation. An offer of power was extended to Connor and Sirus, but they both refused. They hated everything about Lady Razorback’s authority, having heard the countless whispers of her history by other “subjects.”

This wasn’t good enough for the ruler of Felton. Though she gave Connor time to consider the offer, she eventually came down hard on the child. Her loyal soldiers were sent to hunt Connor down for sport, using powerful magic to bring him to heel. But together with Sirus, they survived. Perhaps it was by sheer luck, or the fact rang no one truly understood Connor’s magic abilities, but they managed to beat the soldiers back and retreat deeper into the ruins. When they were safe, Connor an Sirus realized they needed to fight their way out. It was unthinkable to do so, Felton was all they had ever known. But the choice was clear, stay in hell or claw their way out.

And so, through great pain and meticulous planning, Connor created a a pair of weapons that would make their escape far more easy. A blade of burning steel, and a pistol that fired explosions instead of bullets. Side by side, they cut a bloody path out of Felton. An Adjoined bound to the soul of a dead military captain was split down the middle with the sword, an Agent with a spear of solid light was reduced to ash, and over a dozen more fell victim to them as they carved through Lady Razorback’s forces.

They found a vehicle, one of the jeeps used to move supplies and “offenders” around the town. Sirus took the wheel while Connor stuck to shooting, and after a seven hour struggle, they made it past the walls of Felton. They escaped and drove down endless roads for days. They lost track of just how long they were out there, but it felt like no one else passed their car until they reached a city on the west coast: St. Portwell.

Their lives changed for the better as they met the coven. Connor came alive, grew up and met so many people. He learned so much in so little time, it was like becoming a whole other person in the year that he spent with them. Connor quickly made himself known as a dangerous person to cross, but he always did right by the coven members who deserved it. Those like Ashley Stone, Kari Wilson, and Goro Hatanaka who acted as the foundation of the coven. But once it was all said and done, after all the damage was mended, Connor and Sirus made it clear they had unfinished business to take care of outside of St. Portwell. The violent kind that only they would walk away from.

But before they left, Connor got in touch with Sloane for one last act of coven business. He handed off most of his more powerful weapons, and several duplicates of his constructs to her, saying that he wasn’t sure how long he’d be away. If there was an emergency, or if the Stygian Snake came back, Connor said that he trusted her to use his work however she saw fit.

The coven has not seen or heard from Connor or Sirus ever since.

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"Sirus, find me the grenade launcher."

TYPE ⫻ Adept

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Red, Gold, and Orange Lux

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Connor’s Lux has a strong affinity towards the creation of weapons, and mechanical automatons that have enough intelligence to make their own decisions. Where most Adepts have spells, Connor has an arsenal of energy-based weapons that answer a variety of questions. The process that most Adepts go through to invent new spells is instead a process that Connor uses to construct a wholly new weapon, or a new drone with specific functions in mind. This progress is more along the lines of mundane engineering, and includes a great deal of back and forth, designing and redesigning. Orange Lux is the cornerstone of Connor’s entire “spellbook,” which is then supplemented by either red or gold Lux depending on which of his two affinities he is working with.

ARMORY ⫻ Connor’s red Lux-infused weapons reflect those used by mundane fighters, from swords to firearms. These weapons reflect Connor’s combative, violent nature.

Many of Connor’s weapons have been entrusted to Sloane Faris, ever since his departure from the Sycamore Coven.

Inferno Blade ⫻ The Inferno Blade is a longsword with a blade that heats up to roughly 1000 degrees Fahrenheit, allowing it to cut through many obstacles and flammable paranormals with ease. The weapon is also enchanted so that the heat can be regulated with a thought, allowing it to instantly cool down for safety in an instant.

Skeleton Key ⫻ A shotgun that fires waves of electrical energy, created after a bit of shocking advice from Drake Blackmore. The Skeleton Key uses electrical energy to break up molecular bonds, causing a target’s defenses to be broken. Magical barriers and emotional fields crack, and grow brittle whenever applicable, in exchange for the ability to do devastating damage with a shot.

The Falling Glacier ⫻ A spear with a blade of frozen light. The Falling Glacier’s blade saps thermal energy from a target, resulting in numbness that will eventually lead to hypothermia with enough slashes and thrusts. The blade itself is sharp, but not so sharp that it could amputate a limb or completely skewer someone.

Funnelweb ⫻ The Funnelweb is a compound bow, made to synergies with special arrows produce a small amount of nuclear radiation. When a target is struck, the effect is subtle at first, but will slowly make them nauseous and weak, escalating into acute radiation sickness if they don’t pull the arrow out. The Funnelweb’s arrows have just enough energy to be a threat to someone who has been impaled by them, and do not contaminate the environment.

Rime Grenades ⫻ Small canisters of highly concentrated red Lux, aligned to cryomancy. When a Rime Grenade is detonated, it plunges the air into bitter cold temperatures well below the freezing point of water, in a 3 foot sphere. They can be used to immobilize and incapacitate, or shut down fire-based magic in an emergency.

Corona Grenades ⫻ The exact opposite of a Rime Grenade. Corona Grenades detonate and flood their immediate surroundings with a shower of searing red light, similar to a flashbang, which can cause second degree burns and dramatically heat up the environment.

Black Anvil ⫻ The Black Anvil is a grenade launcher that channels red Lux into energy bombs, which explode in a cloud of fire and brimstone on contact with a surface. Though slow to charge up, the effects are devastating when used against Apparitions.

Polaris ⫻ Polaris is a floor-deployed emplacement that unfolds to reveal a heavy duty hard light cannon. This thing is big, and must be manually set up and operated by someone who doesn’t need to move. But in return, it offers a method of blasting targets with semi-solid bolts of burning plasma that behave similarly to napalm.

Earthbreaker ⫻ A large, heavy and implacable hammer of solid steel. Connor created the Earthbreaker as a way to control battlefields. As such, the user is granted a form of localized terramancy when they wield it, allowing them to shatter huge boulders and reshape the ground on a whim. Its heavy weight was necessary to house the red Lux that powers it, so it is hard to use if you’re in a long, drawn-out fight. Which really defeats the purpose of a melee weapon, but someone had to make a territory-control tool.

Zephyr ⫻ Zephyr is a combat knife enchanted by Connor to channel aeromancy magic. The blade is supernaturally sharp, able to cut through Apparitions like they’re made of paper, and the knife can be thrown really far. If this is done, an air current will return Zephyr back to its wielder like a boomerang.

Forge Blaster ⫻ An unassuming revolver with heavy discoloration, the Forge Blaster fired bullets of condensed heat that rapidly expand to create a small, controlled burst on impact. There are no fancy gimmicks with this weapon, it simply puts a considerable hole in whatever it is pointed at.

Azrael’s Burden ⫻ Once, the legendary bastard of St. Portwell known as Scott Reese got under Connor’s skin. Badly. So he invented a sniper rifle that he hoped would keep him dead for good. Azrael’s Burden draws in particles from the air, and reconfigures their atoms until they stabilize into atoms of iron. This progress takes several seconds, and supercharged the newly formed bullet with red Lux. This Lux is tuned to destabilize the molecular bonds between elemental matter, resulting in a target’s body being violently disintegrated where the bullet lands. Azrael’s Burden managed to do significant damage to Scott. But unfortunately, it wasn’t quite enough.

Final Judgement ⫻ The Final Judgement was Connor’s magnum opus, his greatest work that he has ever made. Styled after a mundane gatling gun, it featured eight rotating barrels that were fed from a heavy power supply of solid quartz. This crystalline engine existed in a state of entropic superposition, contained by a heavy enchantment of orange Lux. When fired, Final Judgement created beams of antimatter, violent projections of energy that halted molecular movement, prevented reality itself from functioning for a brief window. In practice, this means that the air the beams travel through, as well as the target they hit are simply unmade. Matter ceases to exist, allowing the Final Judgement to slowly and surely erase major threats from the world entirely. Sirus carried the Final Judgement into the battle against the Stygian Snake, and used it to assist Ashley Stone in weakening the beast to a point where it could be sealed.

THE FLEET ⫻ A long list of mechanical constructs, powered by a mix of gold and orange Lux, with a pinch of red thrown in. These constructs often take the form of small, floating drones with just enough intelligence to facilitate their main functions. The “brain” of these machines is a sophisticated crystalline growth that refracts light signals off of its interior structure to approximate fiber optic processing, much like a mundane computer.

Before his departure from St. Portwell, Connor made duplicates of his constructs have been trusted to Sloane Faris in case an emergency happened while he is gone.

Sirus ⫻ The first creation that Connor built with his Lux. Sirus is Connor’s oldest companion, with intelligence on par with human beings. Free-thinking and wise like a old man, Sirus fought alongside Connor through some of his darkest days, and saves the lives of many coven members.

Raptor [RAGE] ⫻ Raptor was built to detain and capture paranormal entities. To do this, it launches nets of solid electricity that can stun and weigh down its targets. Once caught, Raptor will try to ensure that the target stays immobilized until Connor says otherwise.

Rampart [VALOR] ⫻ Rampart is slow to move in most cases, like a stubborn mule that only moves when it wants to. But once it decides to plant itself in a position, Rampart defends it by firing bolts of lightning at anything that gets within 30 feet. Rampart is, in a sense, a free-thinking turret that Connor can leave to guard an area.

Warhorse [FREEDOM] ⫻ Warhorse is a much larger construct designed to act as a vehicle for Connor. True to its namesake, the Warhorse drone fears nothing, and will fly into battle at a speed of 15 miles per hour no matter what, as long as Connor is there to take the reins.

Protector [DETERMINATION] ⫻ Protector is a small construct that floats near whoever Connor assigns it to, acting as a personal shield. When someone attacks Protector’s assigned paranormal, it will produce small barriers of hard light to block punches, kicks, bullets, and other attacks that would hurt them.

Caddie [STUBBORN] ⫻ Caddie is a mechanical pack mule, which uses gravity-based red Lux to store weapons and carry heavier things with a tractor beam. Caddie is almost always seen with Connor, ensuring he always has what he needs.

Servitor [ZEN] ⫻ Servitor is what Connor calls a “pseudo-Adept.” It was built with a pair of dexterous limbs, fitted with an array of tools that allow it to perform maintenance on all of Connor’s creations, and assist him in the construct of new ones. Servitor acts as a conduit for Connor’s Lux, so as long as it has some instructions, it can build things while he is occupied.

Angel [COMPASSION] ⫻ Angel is a combat medic. Similar to Servitor, it has arms fitted with several tools for versatile use. Angel has everything from stitches and disinfectant to surgical tools available in case of an emergency. Though it struggles to give medical attention to people with more unusual biology, such as some Adjoined, most people are in safe hands when Angel is present.

LIMITS ⫻ A major flaw of Connor’s Abstraction is that he does not cast spells. Rather, he creates material conduits of his Lux to use as weapons or as answers to a problem. Because of this, a clear weak point in his capabilities lies in the fact that once you take away his weapons, he’s effective a One-Eye-Open. Connor is as magically strong as the weapons or backup he has at his disposal.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

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"Fuck you."

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