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Against the Fangs of God

2nd application

HEART AND MIND - WHO YOU WERE BEFORE

Name: Arden Vale
Sobriquets: (Optional)

Concept: The guided adolescent.

Origin: Born into a wealthy family line, Arden inherited great wealth at a very early age. After his families sudden and mysterious disappearance. With no siblings or other known relations he was considered the last of his families name. Estates, servants farmlands and small businesses all fell to him.
Not a single painting was ever done of his parents which for a noble couple is quite unheard of. Arden holds only blurry faint memories of their appearance and trusts in the words of those that served them.
Despite the heavy responsibilities they bestowed upon him, Arden was raised well in fine luxury by his servants who spoilt him. They did their best to tutor him in the affairs of business and finance but between their bias interest and his inexperience it slowly began to crumble.

Over the years as he grew, to no fault other than misfortunate and inexperience, his finances dwindled. Shortly after much of the inheritance was lost, through deceit and trickery he was duped out of the quickly dwindling resources before he could bring complete ruin to his families estate, which all the servants were eager to readily claim. Without realisation he suddenly became legally a boarder in his own home with nothing left to his name.

Things grew dark and quickly. Greed got the better of many of the once kind servers. Hostilities flared amongst themselves as a deep selfishness festered and grew within each and every one. Turning against one another the air was full of spite and backstabbing, theft and ransacking, and eventually murder. Arden's safe world came crashing down.

It was the kindest of them, the very servants who raised and betray him, that convinced him to leave. Arming himself with the fodder found from his parents collection he was gifted a weapon, some armour, an old blank magic book and a small pouch of coins. He was given these thing in guilt and aid to hasten his departure. It was no longer a safe place for him to stay. Very little was known of the history of these seemingly unused ornamental impulse buys or their true worth and value.

Arden set out in haste. He had never been out in the world on his own. When the estate had been in his name there was always a great deal of fuss and protection over his safety. He had thought it was because they cared, now he knew better. The world could be a cruel place and the coins didn't get him far enough. He was eventually mugged for his remaining possessions, left only with his tattered old, seemingly worthless empty book. It was then it spoke to him. It is unknown what awoken the tome, maybe time, Arden's helpless desperation, or perhaps the blood that trickled down his trembling hand. Irregardless, it's pages whispered to him the secrets to summon an imp. In the fall of night, a beaten and hungry beggar boy completed the summoning and took back his possessions from the corpses of the unprepared sleeping muggers.

He felt no guilt that day and continued on his journey. Keeping secret the events of that night. Soon he would be at the silver spear and could seek shelter.

Appearance:

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Skills and Flaws

Clever: He has never had to fend for himself, he has very little in physical skills but is quite clever and observant. A quick learner with an eye for detail.

Lucky: Arden was never taught to fight, not properly. His style is clumsy flailing, frantic desperation and blind hope. Inexperienced and untrained he is guided through combat purely by a degree of luck, intuition, reflexes and determination.

Sensitivity: Arden, while not completely aware of it, is highly and unnaturally empathic. Sensitive to both emotions and the presence of magic.

Young and naive: He knows little of the true world and is both soft and fragile, emotionally and physically. Little life experience leaves him underprepared, weak and vulnerable to others influence.

Hooks:

• What happened to his parents?
  Unbeknown to Arden and most others, his lineage is long tainted with clandestine dealings both in hunting and worshiping dark spirits. Which side of this his parents fell on is unknown but is related to their abrupt and sudden disappearance.
• Something you want for the future.
• Something that interests you or captures your imagination.

SOUL - WHAT YOU ARE BENEATH THE SKIN

Initiation: Arden's magic is new and guided by a spirit bound in an ancient tome. It whispers to him and only him secrets of old sorcery.

Weirds

Spirit Guardian: A dark spirit bound to the ancient tome. It follows and guides Arden. It is invisible to all but him. Having its own views and opinions it is temperamental and not always helpful but extremely knowledgeable when it wants to be.

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Summoner: While it is not natural nor safe, with the right guidance and ritual of old, a practitioner on the dark path of the forgotten arts can bring over malevolent spirits and energies from the other side. This takes time, resources and focus. The risks are always high, failure to cast is the least of ones worries.

Possession: While Arden cannot posses another creature or dark spirit, he can force them to posses him. To trap one in his own flesh sounds ridiculous and dangerous, that's because it is. But if the deal is right, his will strong and the ritual perfect then there can be much power to be gained.

BLOOD AND BONE - THE NEPHILIM

Nephilim: Auraghast the blind devourer
Sobriquets: (Shelly)

Concept: The hungry protector. A glutinous defender. Living armour.

Form: A sturdy heavy powerful armour. Thick and solid it has no eyes but a powerful maw filled with razor fangs.

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Abominations

The consumer: Its powerful mouth can tear through nearly anything. Nothing is off limits to its appetite. All matter and magic can be broken down and absorbed by this Nephilim. Materials are used to repair or energise the powerful beast.

Name: Convergent evolution means that some Nephilim share traits, similarities.

The Armour:

The appetite: While it can consume nearly anything, it does need frequent sustenance to power its entity. It slows when not properly fed.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall

Name: Arden Vale
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:

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Bio:
Born into a wealthy family line, Arden inherited great wealth at a very early age. After his families sudden and mysterious disappearance. With no siblings or other known relations he was considered the last of his families name. Estates, servants farmlands and small businesses all fell to him.
Not a single painting was ever done of his parents which for a noble couple is quite unheard of. Arden holds only blurry faint memories of their appearance and trusts in the words of those that served them.
Despite the heavy responsibilities they bestowed upon him, Arden was raised well in fine luxury by his servants who spoilt him. They did their best to tutor him in the affairs of business and finance but between their bias interest and his inexperience it slowly began to crumble.

Over the years as he grew, to no fault other than misfortunate and inexperience, his finances dwindled. Shortly after much of the inheritance was lost, through deceit and trickery he was duped out of the quickly dwindling resources before he could bring complete ruin to his families estate, which all the servants were eager to readily claim. Without realisation he suddenly became legally a boarder in his own home with nothing left to his name.

Things grew dark and quickly. Greed got the better of many of the once kind servers. Hostilities flared amongst themselves as a deep selfishness festered and grew within each and every one. Turning against one another the air was full of spite and backstabbing, theft and ransacking, and eventually murder. Arden's safe world came crashing down.

It was the kindest of them, the very servants who raised and betray him, that convinced him to join the Blood Rose Irregulars. Arming him with the fodder found from his parents collection he was gifted with a weapon, some armour, an old blank magic book and a small pouch of coins, all in aid to hasten his departure. It was no longer a safe place for him to stay.
Very little was known of the history of these seemingly unused ornamental impulse buys or their true worth and value.

Arden set out in haste. He had never been out in the world on his own. When the estate had been in his name there was always a great deal of fuss and protection over his safety. He had thought it was because they cared, now he knew better. The world could be a cruel place and the coins didn't get him far enough. He was eventually mugged for his remaining possessions, left only with his tattered old, seemingly worthless empty book. It was then it spoke to him. It is unknown what awoken the tome, maybe time, Arden's helpless desperation, or perhaps the blood that trickled down his trembling hand. Irregardless, it's pages whispered to him the secrets to summon an imp. In the fall of night, a beaten and hungry beggar boy completed the summoning and took back his possessions from the corpses of the unprepared sleeping muggers.

He felt no guilt that day and continued on his journey. Keeping secret the events of that night. Soon he would be at the mercenary guild.

Fighting Style: Clumsy flailing, frantic desperation and blind hope. Inexperienced and untrained he is guided through combat purely by a degree of luck, intuition, reflexes and determination.

Equipment: Fine outfit and light armour. Sturdy ornate sword. Pet owl and an old magic tome.

The spell book appears empty to anyone other than a Vale. Even then only when they concentrate will the book reveal to them what it chooses to, which isn't always what the user was after. Hidden beneath the tough leather exterior, soul stones of unknown origin are imbedded firmly into the spine of the book.

These are not normal or simple spells that it holds but complex rituals that require dedication, resources, time and focus.

Hidden Spells

Summon imp
Create flame

Skills/Abilities: An unnatural ability to spot, read and understand hidden, old and magical writings or languages.
Able to cast dark magic from his ancient family tome.

Other Information: Unbeknown to Arden and most others, his lineage is long tainted with clandestine dealings both in hunting and worshiping dark spirits. Which side of this his parents fell on is unknown but is related to their abrupt and sudden disappearance.

My Hider

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

Against the Fangs of God

WIP - mostly done.

HEART AND MIND - WHO YOU WERE BEFORE

Name: Vandis Ahvast Layden
Sobriquets: The free

Concept: Recently escaping servitude he is a seeker of freedoms, understanding and purpose.

Origin:
Born into a strict and dying ancient clan. His birth was no accident. Every detail coldly calculated and planned. He was bred for purpose and his purpose to serve. Even from before his conception everything about his life was already laid out and controlled. He was a child of servitude to dwell under the deciding privileged of priests.

His life was as empty as their schematics for clan survival with the weight and responsibility of the clans future added to the frequent and heavy punishments he received as an unquestioning obedience was beat into him. He was taught what to believe, and how to act. When to speak and what to say. He held no self identity as they dictated everything from what he wore to when he could eat, sleep and even shit.
He never knew any semblance of freedom. 'The survival and future of man was built on restraints and servitude. The laws pave the path to divinity.'

His only fortune came in the delegation of his role. While he was not born as one of the privileged he at least held a worthy duty, as far as the children of servitude go. He was trained as a sailor and a scout. He ferried traders to and fro his isolated island near the edge of the known world. He was highly proficient at scaling and descending the sheer cliffs that created a defensive perimeter full of hostile, merciless hazards.

He could preform a dive from terrifying heights that very few healthy trained adult men could preform.

One day as the endless expanse of the sea rushed over his skin and swallowed him whole, just as he had descended to the deepest depth of his dive, he felt the faintest slither of a feeling he no longer recognised. Deep in that silent darkness, submerged in a distant weightlessness he felt the tingle of freedom.

It only sought to remind him further of what could never be. He longed for that foreign feeling, yearning madly for that brief passing taste to forever remain. So desperate was he that with a single act of disobedience he committed the greatest defiance he could.
He disobeyed the rules. The rules of his teachings, of his clan, of the gods, his own body and even of nature.

He opened his lungs to the endless expanse that surrounded him and breathed deeply of the darkness. In that slither of a moment he sampled a taste of true freedom.
The world drifted away as a calming peace like he had never known gripped and dragged him deeper. Soon voices swam to him, circling and pecking at him like a school of hungry fish. It was then for the first time he awoken to the sea of dead stars.

Tired of the rules, tired of their senseless laws and superstitions. Tired of paying for a past he didn't commit. He surfaced hours later and fled. Following only the pull in his heart he began discovering his new self along his steady journey.

Appearance:

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Skills and Flaws

Seafarer: Lives off the sea, he reads it, watches it, follows it, eats from it.
A skilled sailor, fisherman, climber and swimmer. He can build a raft and tie a knot for any occasion.

Fearlessness: If the ocean has not yet swallowed me whole, nor the storms and predators of a high sundered my flesh from the bone, and no gods or creatures of the deep manage dragged me to my watery grave, then what makes you think you can end me here today?

Death is inevitable, all understand that. But for the children of servitude they expect it so constantly that everyday that they remain alive is considered a blessing. They do not fear death because they consider themselves already dead, just living on borrowed time.

And for that they have nothing to lose and fight fearlessly without hesitation or restraint. Wild, ruthless and relentless. (Almost seeking defeat.)

Man of his own design: Infused with the deep primordial chaos of his magic, his body is no longer beholden to the natural laws of physics and his mind is free from the restraints of social expectations. The sea of stars lets him alter and heal himself, replacing serious wounds for ominous scars.

Name: Nothing ever comes for free. The price for his continued life, for his granted power, is his sanity. His perception of reality is constantly wavering. Having looked beyond the physical veil his mind battles with what it has perceived. Every day it slips a little more and more as pure chaos grips his waken conscious.

Hooks:

• No one leaves alive.
  Children of servitude are never allowed to leave the clan. It is said that doing so will bring the impending ruin to their people. Their near eradication has left them paranoid and superstitious. The elder elite, while having no shortage of resources, fulfil the code of their beliefs to the full extent of their capabilities with a fanatical religious devotion.
• A blind seeker.
  He is searching, but for what he does not know. An empty feeling gnaws away inside him. Forever hungry and unsatisfied. Pulling him in strange directions. Dragging him across the land in blind pursuit.
• Rebel without a cause.
  In his new self he has grown addicted to freedoms (aka chaos). Breaking boundaries, stretching limits, seeing and sampling new things. He is eager to test this wide world he once knew nothing about. The arts, music, singing and dancing also catch his interest.

SOUL - WHAT YOU ARE BENEATH THE SKIN

Initiation: In the aimless solitude of his new travels the voices he heard in the sea of dead stars guided the beginning of his sorcery. They also led him to the fey creature that would continue it. His study did not last long as the unexplainable pull from within forced him to move on.

Vandis has taken on his own new beliefs. He believes that creation in its purest form is chaotic. He believes that this raw energy resides just beneath the surface of the refined controlled wold. Be it true or not his magic is a testament to his belief. He can reach into what he calls the cauldron of chaos and will this raw relentless wild energy to somewhat obey him.

Weirds

Chaos magic: Wild sorcery. No matter how powerful the sorcerer this raw primal wild energy is never completely at the users total control. Every spell no matter how large or small carries with it risks and consequences for the user. To draw upon the unfiltered, untamed, pure creationism the body must be fit to handle the physical ravages it causes. Nothing is more unnatural in this dilated refined world than the unruly essence of chaos. But for those that live long enough to consider themselves adept, that through either pure luck or intuitive strategic planning remain within their depths, they discover what it is to hold a truly magnificent and versatile power.

True walking: Teleportation. He has no need to walk along the material plane. Stepping beneath creation he can ride the wild torrential waves of chaos. The journey, not made for humans, is nauseating and intensely draining.

The base of creation:
All things are refined from this pure energy. It is moulded into and forms everything in existence by the will of the world. Vandis's will is not as strong as that of the laws of nature but he can temporarily form it into any structural shape he pleases even if it's appearance remains that of glowing swirling hardened energy.

BLOOD AND BONE - THE NEPHILIM

Nephilim: La'Noir Dark Star
Sobriquets: (Optional; what do YOU want to name your undead armor)

Concept: The shadow of death. The whispering breeze. The path between worlds. The unbound.

Form:

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Partially incorporeal it seems to be a shadow encasing a skeleton. His influence is subtle but clearly existent as is its own will.

Abominations

Shadows web: Like the web of a spider La'Noir has one foot in the shadows and can feel when they move and the vibrations of sound that run along them. (This does not work so well in pure darkness.)

Infiltrate the dead: La'Noir's will is strong and capable of extending beyond his own shell into that of the empty vessels of the deceased.

Dark whispers: La'Noir has access to information reserved only for the forgotten dead. Secrets and desires no others should know. Fears and insecurities just waiting to be rationalised and strengthened. He can command the shadows to chatter and dance within the hearts and minds of his opponent twisting memories, bringing life to their flaws and reawakening emotional pains.
He finds joy in manipulating, demoralising, shaking and debilitating his enemies without ever even touching them.

Shadow born: Day light strips its powers and limits its abilities and influence.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall

@Cherrywitch

Do you have an intended age for sera's soul? (Not the created body)
Was wondering if you were perhaps interested in linking back stories. (Not that either character would know.)

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall

@Arthanus

Changed age. Disagree with it but changed it.
Also added more stuff to the bio.

Against the Fangs of God (Mecha / Necromancy Interest Check)

Anyone else having issues with the OOC thread?
It half loads then kicks me out :(

(Probably phone issues.)

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall

Name: Arden Vale
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance:

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Bio:
Born into a wealthy family line, Arden inherited great wealth at a very early age. After his families sudden and mysterious disappearance. With no siblings or other known relations he was considered the last of his families name. Estates, servants farmlands and small businesses all fell to him.
Not a single painting was ever done of his parents which for a noble couple is quite unheard of. Arden holds only blurry faint memories of their appearance and trusts in the words of those that served them.
Despite the heavy responsibilities they bestowed upon him, Arden was raised well in fine luxury by his servants who spoilt him. They did their best to tutor him in the affairs of business and finance but between their bias interest and his inexperience it slowly began to crumble.

Over the years as he grew, to no fault other than misfortunate and inexperience, his finances dwindled. Shortly after much of the inheritance was lost, through deceit and trickery he was duped out of the quickly dwindling resources before he could bring complete ruin to his families estate, which all the servants were eager to readily claim. Without realisation he suddenly became legally a boarder in his own home with nothing left to his name.

Things grew dark and quickly. Greed got the better of many of the once kind servers. Hostilities flared amongst themselves as a deep selfishness festered and grew within each and every one. Turning against one another the air was full of spite and backstabbing, theft and ransacking, and eventually murder. Arden's safe world came crashing down.

It was the kindest of them, the very servants who raised and betray him, that convinced him to join the Blood Rose Irregulars. Arming him with the fodder found from his parents collection he was gifted with a weapon, some armour, an old blank magic book and a small pouch of coins, all in aid to hasten his departure. It was no longer a safe place for him to stay.
Very little was known of the history of these seemingly unused ornamental impulse buys or their true worth and value.

Arden set out in haste. He had never been out in the world on his own. When the estate had been in his name there was always a great deal of fuss and protection over his safety. He had thought it was because they cared, now he knew better. The world could be a cruel place and the coins didn't get him far enough. He was eventually mugged for his remaining possessions, left only with his tattered old, seemingly worthless empty book. It was then it spoke to him. It is unknown what awoken the tome, maybe time, Arden's helpless desperation, or perhaps the blood that trickled down his trembling hand. Irregardless, it's pages whispered to him the secrets to summon an imp. In the fall of night, a beaten and hungry beggar boy completed the summoning and took back his possessions from the corpses of the unprepared sleeping muggers.

He felt no guilt that day and continued on his journey. Keeping secret the events of that night. Soon he would be at the mercenary guild.

Fighting Style: Clumsy flailing, frantic desperation and blind hope. Inexperienced and untrained he is guided through combat purely by a degree of luck, intuition, reflexes and determination.

Equipment: Fine outfit and light armour. Sturdy ornate sword. Pet owl and an old magic tome.

The spell book appears empty to anyone other than a Vale. Even then only when they concentrate will the book reveal to them what it chooses to, which isn't always what the user was after. Hidden beneath the tough leather exterior, soul stones of unknown origin are imbedded firmly into the spine of the book.

These are not normal or simple spells that it holds but complex rituals that require dedication, resources, time and focus.

Hidden Spells

Summon imp
Create flame

Skills/Abilities: An unnatural ability to spot, read and understand hidden, old and magical writings or languages.
Able to cast dark magic from his ancient family tome.

Other Information: Unbeknown to Arden and most others, his lineage is long tainted with clandestine dealings both in hunting and worshiping dark spirits. Which side of this his parents fell on is unknown but is related to their abrupt and sudden disappearance.

My Hider

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

Against the Fangs of God

The current concept rolling around my head is a seafaring Viking/pirate type.
A superstitious story teller.

His magic will be chaos magic like from encyclopaedia arcane.

It all depends on the image though...

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure)

Interested in seeing an OOC :)

Stranded: Prisoner's Tale (sci-fi/fantasy Med casual)

Cheers but I don't think this is my type of game.
All the best