Upon the back of his griffin Soleil, Sammael sat and watched their surroundings boredly. He flew not far above the rest of his group and was actively trying to ignore the bony bastard that his sister referred to as Osseus. The little brat was often chasing after his familiar and often got on Sam’s nerves due to the dragons obvious distaste for Sam. It wasn’t long into the journey that Sammael’s concentration was broken by the occurrence of a very peculiar fog.
He didn’t even need Ka’ora’s advice before he pulled the ‘dagger’ from his sleeve. He chose to keep his weapon in this form for now because in its normal form it was very unwieldy from the back of a griffin. A sudden howl finally brought attention to the giant creatures that had begun to surround the group. Sam remained cautious, but he couldn’t help but wonder how hard of a fall it would be for one of these things if he were to cut its leg out from under it…
His thoughts distracted him from the creature reaching down towards Ka’ora but was instantly brought to his senses by the horrid shrieks of those damned creatures. Sammael growled to himself and wanted nothing more than to slice these monstrosities to bits but he knew it would be pointless. Instead, Soleil flew him up almost even with his sister and Osseus above the group. Of course, he barely paid any attention to his sister. He more focused on the sprinting creatures which they followed along with until they had emerged from the fog. Landing on the hill that Ka’ora had stopped the group at, Soleil laid down to allow Sam to dismount and he looked over the flooded city. Finally, the first impressive sight since they had left the city walls.
Sammael had no issue with the group taking a break, but that of course didn’t come to fruition due to a sudden attack of the undead. He wasn’t upset though, in fact a smile formed on his face. Sam pulled the dagger from his sleeve again, this time it began forming into its true form as he did so. That of a great sword. He had been itching for a fight for quite awhile.
The first zombie fell from a beam of light that went straight through its face, revealing several of its comrades in the darkness nearby to Sam. He laughed as the creatures body fell. He prepared his blade and flashed forward a few feet, a trail of light behind him. He swung at the two zombies that he teleported in front of, swiftly removing their heads with a heavy slash. Another one approached him and he hit it with the hilt of his sword and knocked it to the ground. He placed a foot on the chest of the undead creature to keep it down as he smirked down at it. “Farewell, foul creature…” He taunted as he drove the tip of his blade through the skull. He knew the creatures couldn’t understand his words but taunting his victims certainly amused him.
Unfortunately his little display distracted him enough for a creature to approach from behind him. By the time he noticed it, it was too late. If not for the fact that Soleil pounced the creature and tore into it with her claws. Sammael nodded in appreciation before turning towards the rest of the horde in front of him. Breaking formation he started to rush into the horde and tearing through as many as he could, enjoying the bloodlust of killing these creatures and their pitiful existence.
So this must be what it’s like outside of the walls… I’m not very impressed so far Sammael thought to himself while he walked with the rest of the group of Chosen. The journey thus far proved to be surprisingly uneventful. Just a few simple undead in several hours? If it was so dangerous for citizens to venture outside Sammael expected something much more challenging. Then again he knew the real fun of this journey was yet to come...
As they had been walking Sammael was making sure to glance around, keeping an eye on his surroundings while getting lost in his thoughts. It was the only thing to keep him occupied in the silence of this group that he got stuck with. He thought of the recent events and of the previous Chosen being killed off. How brutal. Though it seems many of this team were negatively impacted by the deaths of their mentors, or in some cases family. He was on odd case, his mentor had died 4 months ago, 2 months prior to the recent slaughter. Sammael held no remorse for the old fool or the newfound power he had obtained.
They had finally stopped for a break and Sammael gladly took an opportunity to rest his feet as his familiar, Soleil, slept in the hood of his cloak. He started glancing across the faces of everyone in the group until he landed upon his sister as she looked at him. Sammael responded to to her glare with a look just as cold as he knew that she could reveal quite a lot about him. As the lightning Chosen, Ka’ora he thought he heard, whistled to gain their attention Sammael lost focus. The griffin that before was resting peacefully was startled awake and climbed out of her hiding place and climbed onto the shoulder of her master.
Introductions, eh? Could be useful to know the rest of these fools a bit better, not like I plan on getting friendly with many of them As Sammael listened to the introductions of the few who went before him he paid attention. Currently his biggest concerns were the Earth and Fire Chosen. Lachdonon and Thea. They seemed like they would get on his nerves quickly. He pushed that aside and stood up. He gave a small bow to his comrades with Soleil doing the same as well as she could from atop his shoulder. “Greetings. My name is Sammael Lionsun, the Chosen of Light. This is my familiar Soleil. It is my pleasure to be travelling with you all.” Sammael made a gesture to his sister, a trace of a smirk on his face. “My sister has rudely chosen to neglect introductions it seems so I shall do that for her. Her name is Esmeray, she is the Chosen of Death.” He had made sure to include who she was exactly, knowing full well that most had begun to distrust those of Death since the incident.
A closer view of the mark on his eye as well as his glowing, golden eyes
Appearance
Familiar
Type - Griffin
Soleil, Sammael's griffin, is one of the few things that Sammael actually cares for and will prioritize her over others. She also heavily contradicts his personality because his familiar is nice and sweet to those who are not violent towards her master. The only person who is an exception to this rule is Esmeray, because even while her and Sammael are often at odds, Soleil still gets along quite well with her.
Chosen Element Light
Skills Light Beam - Sammael is able to shoot beams of light from his hands that work almost like lasers, burning whatever they hit. It is unable to burn through most solid matter, the strongest being wood, unless he uses more mana to make it more powerful. At its most powerful, which would drain quite a lot of mana, he is able to burn through metal but it would require quite a bit of time.
Flashbang - As the name implies this ability works similarly to a modern day flashbang. He is able to produce either a burst of light from his body to blind those near him or he can produce a small ball of light which he can set off, the latter costing more mana to sustain. A downside to this ability is it being able to affect his allies if they are close enough to him.
Flash - Sammael is able to enhance his movements using light, causing him to dash forward at a much faster rate than his normal movement speed. This is hindered by the fact that he cannot dash through solid matter, so if he were to do this too close to a wall he would no doubt injure himself. It also does not increase his speed of comprehending where things are so he has to plan out his movements before using this ability. Finally, he is not able to change directions mid-dash.
Basic Light Manipulation - As it implies, it is simple control over light such as being able to redirect and intensify light.
Weapon Enchantment: The enchantment on his weapon allows him to shrink it down to the size of a dagger and then grow it to its full size at will. He usually keeps it strapped to the top of his left arm.
Weapon
For size see other pictures of him using the sword(Hint: it's pretty big)
Personality Sammael usually gives off a good first impression, acting gentlemanly and polite to those that he meets for the first time. It is this charismatic nature that has won him the hearts of many of the followers of light. Unfortunately for him, first impressions aren’t everything and it’s when people really get to know him that tends to drive them away. While occasionally he can act sarcastic and even seem carefree, it is a rare instance for this to happen. His charismatic nature drifts away when people get closer to him and the more violent part of him comes to light.
His sadistic nature and violent tendencies show most often when he is fighting, this is made worse by the mix of stress he puts himself under and his narcissism. This darker side to his personality what he tries to keep hidden from most, especially those like his parents who almost worship him. Only person to see him at his worst has been his sister, Esmeray. However, he does have the capacity to care for others if they truly do get close enough to him. His first priority is still himself, though.
History The Lionsun family was well known within the community for worshipping what they believed to be the good and lighter Gods; including the Goddess of Life, the Goddess of Light, the Goddess of Water, and the Goddess of Earth. They tolerated those of the other gods except for anyone who has a clear link to the God of Shadow or the God of Death. To them, those two God's are responsible for the evil within the world and they loved to preach this to those who listened to them. Which is why they were ecstatic when they found out they were expecting, it would be a child to preach their ideals to so they could be passed on.
Their excitement only grew upon the birth of the child. To see their newborn son open his eyes and have them be glowing blindly along with a mark next to his eye, it meant their son was the Chosen One of Light. Unfortunately for them, a second child had been conceived at the same time and their son had a twin. A twin sister born with the marks of a skeleton, the mark of the Chosen One of Death. If it wasn't for the fame that would come from two Chosen children, they'd abandon their daughter by the wall or somewhere to be found so they wouldn't have to deal with a disgusting child but instead, they chose to keep her to earn extra fame. So it became that the Lionsun family had produced two Chosen children, Sammael and Esmeray.
Sammael was considered the golden child, always receiving the praise of his parents. Considering his parents' devotion to the Goddess of Light they practically revered him and spoiled him rotten, almost always getting what he wanted. Though with the reverence came pressure to uphold the image his parents held of him, that of a perfect child. From a young age, he was forced into classes that ranged from etiquette to combat. He tended to excel in fighting, physically and magically, but ironically for the element, he was chosen to represent he lacked in the ability to perform healing magic effectively. The amount of pressure put on him by his parents to succeed caused him to begin growing more and more distant from his sister and his personality to become more volatile.
Esmeray was considered nothing more than an object for personal gain. In person, she was shown as receiving love and kindness from her parents but upon the door closing behind them when they entered the family house... that's when the truth about how she was seen came out. Mental abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse. The girl was put through it all from a young age, treated like the dirt they thought she was. Lucky to be allowed to even leave the house to be trained by the Chosen One. At first, though, it was only her parents who did such horrid things to her. Sammael's mind not yet twisted by his parents to make him treat her in such a way, it's one thing she missed of the innocence of childhood... having an actual brother.
When they were only young children the two enjoyed to play with each other, Sammael nice enough to share his toys with his sister. The two even loved to play with their familiars together, often sneaking out to run around the streets at night so Esmeray didn't risk being seen with her 'horrific markings' as her mother put it. They cared and took care of one another until part of the way through the year after their 8th birthday, then Sammael began to be like her parents. Only Sammael knows what changed, Esmeray can only guess.
The reason for Sammael's distaste for his sister was simple in his mind. In his parents' effort to have become the best, he became the best, in his own mind at least. He didn't want anyone stopping his progress towards power. But his sister was oddly undaunted by the abuse and problems in her life, she was able to remain happy. This, oddly enough, scared Sammael. He was worried about being overtaken by his sister in some way despite their parents' negative outlook on her. He didn't want to be defeated by her, so he followed in his parents' footsteps and began to put her down.
It was when her brother turned to her that she realized she truly had no real family to rely on. It became Esmeray vs. the world, but she wouldn't let anything they did get to her. She refused to become the victim of the game no matter how much her parents and brother tried tearing and knocking her down. Instead, she stood strong and silent, taking everything they could throw at her without showing emotion or fear. It messed with her parents and Sammael's minds and only made them treat her worse but she didn't care, it was her life. Although a part of her always hated that it was and wished for better things, it was the part of her that the abuse got through too. A big part of her that hid underneath the rest of her walls of protection.
Of course, as they got older and trained more the siblings' relationship only got worse. Sammael grew to believe more and more about being the best while Esmeray learned what real family was through Thann, the Old Chosen of Death. They only grew to be more and more different, the golden child and devil child developing their abilities that basically clashed on a natural level. Said abilities only strengthening their parent's views on them which just caused them to dislike each other more and more by the day and grow more distant every hour.
Meanwhile Sammael’s relationship with the previous light chosen, Gabriel, was from from ideal. Gabriel was a peaceful, kind person who specialized mostly in healing and support. This contradicted Sammael and his violent fighting style. Unlike his sister and her mentor, Sammael was always at odds with his teacher. Until the day that Gabriel passed away.
Nowadays when forced to interact the two only seem to glare at each other, mainly Sammael glaring and Esmeray ignoring but occasionally a glaring contest breaks out. They also get into what people to believe is a 'teasing match' but truly it is just verbal abuse from Sammael and Esmeray not taking his shit. Of course there is also the fact Sammael basically helps to lead the emotions of distrust and hate towards the Chosen and Disciples of Death after all the events too, which only causes an air of tension between the two siblings that feels so thick that it almost feels as if not even a sword could cut it.
@Grnmachine Only problem we have with your CS is that you said your character didn't know he was a Chosen till he was 8, however they are born with their markings so they would know since birth.
@Virani CS looks good! @Grnmachine You can have it affect other Chosen, however it's gonna take more than one post and you have their familiars to take into account so it's a pretty high chance of getting interrupted. @onenote You are good with your history and the rest of your character! @Aerandir Your CS looks good as well!
Equipment: The main equipment he carries with him are his two gunblades which are semi-auto rifles. As well as a silenced sniper rifle for silent or long ranged kills. He also has several flasks of oil that he keeps in a pouch on his belt in order to make his attunement that much deadlier.
Attunement/enhancements: Fire Attunement
Unique Ability: Blue Fire - instead of creating normal flames with his attunement he creates blue flames instead. These flames are hotter than normal but it does take extra mana to conjure them. Flame Body - His other ability is that Typhon can cover his entire body in his flames. This ability has multiple uses in combat and utility. Its most effective use is in close quarters combat, especially seeing as it would be a challenge to approach someone who is on fire. In utility it would be very effective at driving away predatory species that might see him as their next meal.
Personality: Typhon is extremely pompous due to his upbringing. Being treated like a noble tends to go to ones head, even if he ended up as the family disappointment. His childhood also caused him to resort to an extremely cynical nature. He is also intelligent due to the amount of work forced upon him in his younger years. To sum up his personality, he is a pompous, cynical asshole. Of course he knows when to be nice for his own safety and wouldn’t mind kissing up to someone every so often in order to get his way, pride is not one of his strong suits.
Bio: Being the youngest of five children in the household of prominent political figures, Typhon’s childhood led him to become a spoiled brat. It was this and his family's attitude, that was reminiscent of nobility, that caused him to develop a natural feeling of superiority. Despite being able to get whatever he wanted, his parents weren’t going to let him sit back and do nothing. From a young age, Typhon had advanced schooling, piling loads of work up for him. Within the schooling, he underwent specific training to help teach him to control his attunement. It was hard work considering the way his powers were discovered, an accidental house fire. When the firefighters made it to the room with the main blaze they found the young child nearly exhausted and surrounded by fire. That is when they realized what he was born with and capable of. Disappointed as they were by his lack of control over his own powers, Typhon’s parents realized that to avoid any damage to the family name they needed to force him to control his power.
Upon reaching the age of 18, having finally finished his schooling, Typhon set off on his own. He could have done anything, his parents and schooling having set him up for many job options, but due to the ten year age gap between him and the second youngest sibling, he was able to see the success his siblings had in their lives. He also saw how mundane and boring they were. The only thing he had upon setting off on his own was the weight of his family name and, of course, some cash.(edited) This is where the new and exciting part of Typhon’s life began. Being a rich kid, this Tulak was going to get whatever he wanted no matter what. That’s why he decided to pay a black market gunsmith to specially create the gunblades and rifle that he would go on to use in nearly every job he did from that point on. This newfound contact was also used to begin his career as a mercenary.
Typhon stuck mostly to his home planet for the first couple of years of his job for multiple reasons, the main one being that he was able to use his family name as a 'get out of jail free card'. After honing his skills, and evading his parents half-hearted rescue attempts, Typhon acquired a small ship through some less than lawful means and set it up as his official base of operations. He was finally free to do as he pleased. The next few years of his life were spent doing a variety of missions, from being a bodyguard or transporting illegal goods, even a few missions involving assassination every now and again It was during one of his missions, about a year before getting arrested, where he was hired to help a small militia take on a bandit camp that Typhon sustained the injury that left him without one of his horns.
Finally, there’s the job that got him arrested. One day Typhon received an anonymous message that contained details for an assassination attempt of an Arraxi and included a generous up front payment. That’s all he needed before heading out. After receiving the briefing from the hooded man who hired him, Typhon went off to find the target. Everything went smoothly at first, he invaded the embassy on Earth where the target was staying and managed to take them out silently. Unfortunately, when he turned to leave the room the alarms began blaring and guards rushed in forcing him to surrender. It wasn’t until after the fact that he found out his employer’s true intentions. He had been hired by a radical terrorist group that opposed human and Arraxi relations and the target he just took out was an Arraxi emissary.
Typhon's trial was for the murder and terrorist ties, he expected to be able to use his family name to escape heavy consequences. This expectation made it an even bigger slap to the face when they suggested the Alcatraz as his punishment and disowned him; all while he was declared guilty.
Other: A somewhat important fact is that Typhon is very picky about his appearance, which is why he chose the color schemes for his clothes and weapons. This means that if you ruin those through mud, blood etc. he will be extremely pissed.
Finally got this character written out and finished!
Race: Tulak
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Equipment: The main equipment he carries with him are his two gunblades which are semi-auto rifles. As well as a silenced sniper rifle for silent or long ranged kills. He also has several flasks of oil that he keeps in a pouch on his belt in order to make his attunement that much deadlier.
Attunement/enhancements: Fire Attunement
Unique Ability: Blue Fire - instead of creating normal flames with his attunement he creates blue flames instead. These flames are hotter than normal but it does take extra mana to conjure them. Flame Body - His other ability is that Typhon can cover his entire body in his flames. This ability has multiple uses in combat and utility. Its most effective use is in close quarters combat, especially seeing as it would be a challenge to approach someone who is on fire. In utility it would be very effective at driving away predatory species that might see him as their next meal.
Personality: Typhon is extremely pompous due to his upbringing. Being treated like a noble tends to go to ones head, even if he ended up as the family disappointment. His childhood also caused him to resort to an extremely cynical nature. He is also intelligent due to the amount of work forced upon him in his younger years. To sum up his personality, he is a pompous, cynical asshole. Of course he knows when to be nice for his own safety and wouldn’t mind kissing up to someone every so often in order to get his way, pride is not one of his strong suits.
Bio: Being the youngest of five children in the household of prominent political figures, Typhon’s childhood led him to become a spoiled brat. It was this and his family's attitude, that was reminiscent of nobility, that caused him to develop a natural feeling of superiority. Despite being able to get whatever he wanted, his parents weren’t going to let him sit back and do nothing. From a young age, Typhon had advanced schooling, piling loads of work up for him. Within the schooling, he underwent specific training to help teach him to control his attunement. It was hard work considering the way his powers were discovered, an accidental house fire. When the firefighters made it to the room with the main blaze they found the young child nearly exhausted and surrounded by fire. That is when they realized what he was born with and capable of. Disappointed as they were by his lack of control over his own powers, Typhon’s parents realized that to avoid any damage to the family name they needed to force him to control his power.
Upon reaching the age of 18, having finally finished his schooling, Typhon set off on his own. He could have done anything, his parents and schooling having set him up for many job options, but due to the ten year age gap between him and the second youngest sibling, he was able to see the success his siblings had in their lives. He also saw how mundane and boring they were. The only thing he had upon setting off on his own was the weight of his family name and, of course, some cash.(edited) This is where the new and exciting part of Typhon’s life began. Being a rich kid, this Tulak was going to get whatever he wanted no matter what. That’s why he decided to pay a black market gunsmith to specially create the gunblades and rifle that he would go on to use in nearly every job he did from that point on. This newfound contact was also used to begin his career as a mercenary.
Typhon stuck mostly to his home planet for the first couple of years of his job for multiple reasons, the main one being that he was able to use his family name as a 'get out of jail free card'. After honing his skills, and evading his parents half-hearted rescue attempts, Typhon acquired a small ship through some less than lawful means and set it up as his official base of operations. He was finally free to do as he pleased. The next few years of his life were spent doing a variety of missions, from being a bodyguard or transporting illegal goods, even a few missions involving assassination every now and again It was during one of his missions, about a year before getting arrested, where he was hired to help a small militia take on a bandit camp that Typhon sustained the injury that left him without one of his horns.
Finally, there’s the job that got him arrested. One day Typhon received an anonymous message that contained details for an assassination attempt of an Arraxi and included a generous up front payment. That’s all he needed before heading out. After receiving the briefing from the hooded man who hired him, Typhon went off to find the target. Everything went smoothly at first, he invaded the embassy on Earth where the target was staying and managed to take them out silently. Unfortunately, when he turned to leave the room the alarms began blaring and guards rushed in forcing him to surrender. It wasn’t until after the fact that he found out his employer’s true intentions. He had been hired by a radical terrorist group that opposed human and Arraxi relations and the target he just took out was an Arraxi emissary.
Typhon's trial was for the murder and terrorist ties, he expected to be able to use his family name to escape heavy consequences. This expectation made it an even bigger slap to the face when they suggested the Alcatraz as his punishment and disowned him; all while he was declared guilty.
Other: A somewhat important fact is that Typhon is very picky about his appearance, which is why he chose the color schemes for his clothes and weapons. This means that if you ruin those through mud, blood etc. he will be extremely pissed.
Navarre had spent a bit of time picking at his breakfast, making sure to avoid staring at Karen. Especially after he realized her clothing situation... or lack there of. He knew he wasn't going to stay in the common room for long, he had no business there anymore. He decided the best course of action would be to get to class early to try and limit the amount of people who saw him like this. He didn't want to ruin the reputation he wanted for himself before it even began to exist. But then again he knew he couldn't really help when he got like this. Trying to avoid the gaze of others at the school and trying and failing to tame the mess that was his hair he finally made it to class. I wasn't the first one to arrive? he thought to himself as he noticed that Diana and the girl with the wings had managed to get there before him. In his mind he determined that it was a good idea to sit next to Diana because he only knew her out of the entirety of their class and he wanted to avoid having... this be their first impression of him. He decided to take the seat next to her. "Hey Diana." He said plainly, obviously lacking the flair his personality had just yesterday.
Navarre was twitching in his sleep, his mind was currently engulfed in a nightmare. The same one he occasionally suffered from. As soon as that alarm hit his ears he jumped up with a slight scream. His head began to ache as soon as he began to process what all had happened. That's right, he was at UA now instead of at home. It was... a different setting. Especially compared to what he was used to. He finally pulled himself out of his bed, trying his best to ignore the blaring alarm that forbid that he fall back asleep. Carelessly putting on his uniform, Navarre left his dorm room with his long hair still an unruly mess due to him not bothering to fix it at all.
Heading down to the first floor, Navarre sat by himself in the common room and began to pick at his breakfast as he mulled things over in his mind and tried to regain some semblance of focus. Thinking back... they did those tests. The ones that Navarre apparently didn't do so good. He got to Diana a bit. And then there was Karen... she was actually threatening. Navarre noticed that Karen was in the common room as well and he tried to avoid eye contact with her.
Any trace of a smirk that had been on Navarre's face disappeared as soon as his collar was grabbed. He started to sweat from a mixture of both the fear that the look in her eyes instilled and because of the insane heat she started giving off. Once he was finally released he fell to the ground and watched as she left. Drenched in his own sweat at this point, Navarre waited a few moments before sighing. I guess you could say she was... pretty hot. That small pun made him laugh a bit and managed to keep him from becoming too stressed about his situation. After picking himself up off the ground Navarre decided that the best course of action would be to head off to his dorm.
Perhaps... Diana was right. Maybe I should start trying to be a little normal. My cockiness might get me killed at this rate... Navarre began pondering to himself as he headed back, trying to decide if it was truly a good idea to continue his act. But at this point it was hard to tell if it was even an act anymore. By now he had turned what was originally an overactive imagination into his true personality. Before he could continue on with this train of thought he arrived at his dorm. As soon as he entered he instantly fell onto the bed, happy to be able to rest in an air conditioned room.
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