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Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall

So how did everyone's weekend go?

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Weekend? What's that..?

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall

Ahhhh, just realised I stuffed up Xia's last post. If I confused people by saying 'Ogre' I meant 'Troll' :/
Sorry!

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Blood Rose Irregulars

Xia

Name: Xia Sanada
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:

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Bio:
Daughter to the prolific ex empire military captain Jing Sanada, Xia has forever lived in his shadow, to other people and even him. As one of his younger children and a female, she has had trouble grabbing his attention and or affection. Most of her support has come from those close to her father instead of the man himself as he always finds himself busy with a new mission or adventure.
For the shy quiet Xia who is seldom ever heard when in the company of her father, actions speak louder than words. She forced her way into the blood rose irregulars as soon as she could fight and has sought glory and reputation ever since.

Fighting Style: Fast and fierce. Long reach weapons. Disabling attacks. Cunning. Takes advantage of any favours. Trips and disarms.

Desperate to be noticed and make a name for herself she goes into battle with everything she's got. Trained and mentored by some of the best her skills are exceptional but her insecurities cause her to always leave an exit strategy.

Equipment: A ninja's arsenal.
Blow dart
Shuriken
Caltrops
Smoke bomb
Metsubushi
Clawed climbing gloves
Rope dart
ko-naginata
niuweidao

Skills/Abilities: Besides nimble combat Xia had a child hood that went mostly unnoticed by many. What once she cursed she later turned into a skill and now has an uncanny ability to disappear in plain sight and be forgotten or passed unnoticed.

Other Information:

Arden Vale

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

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall

@Arthanus@stoneString

Xia

arrived just in time to watch a fully grown heavily armoured knight get swatted through the air like a fly. It was a bleak reminder of the reality of the situation, still Xia didn't give it much thought. With screams and chaos still raging around her she slipped through the carnage like a whirling blade of death, never holding still and never losing momentum. She wasn't going to take on the ogre directly, not yet, instead focusing her efforts on the remaining rabble terrorising the locals. Alm would be alright for some time, he seemed to be confident and surging with magic.

The first one she was too late. An Orc was removing his axe from a fallen young mans back. As Xia passed the gruesome creature she whipped her spear around in a blurry flourish before following the momentum with a sharp spin. The Orc behind her collapsed to its knees as the muscles in its legs opened forth and began spilling blood from two large slashes. It would not die but became easy pickings for Freir who should be following close behind.

Xia didn't hesitate or slow, charging straight at an awaiting hungry Orc. The bloodlust in its sadistic eyes made her sick with anger. It easily parried against her oncoming lunge propelling the momentum of her polearm up over its head and meanwhile creating a large opening along its muscular side. A gap she quickly filled with her side arm. She used the full force of her weight behind the blade to puncture it deep into the leathery green skin of the surprised Orc. It went so deep that she had to forfeit the weapon or give up her momentum. Another gift for Freir.

The third Orc wasn't in her plan. Charging out of a nearby building, coated in fresh blood, it's wide heavy swing narrowly missed her as she evaded with a roll. As it readied itself to attack again Xia just kept moving, leaving the slow monster behind as she carried on to the hole in the wall. The ground suddenly shook as the ogre acted. More orcs took it as a call to swarm the entrance. With her glaive steady in one hand, the other got busy throwing out utilities as she continued to snake across the battlefield. Shuriken were hurtled at the ogre from a distance. Then more at an Orc about to engage a knight. Lastly a smoke screen was thrown up as three of her bombs went off around the make shift entrance, obscuring the vision of anyone or thing entering.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall

@Cherrywitch@MojaveCourier

Arden

It was happening again, he was falling. Falling and falling endlessly into a pure consuming darkness. Panic stricken he was as he knew the ground, where ever it was, would be hastily encroaching. Filled with a fearful anticipation. At any second now it would rush to meet him. Any one of these passing moments could be his last.
But a cold wind continued to rush violently over him and pull at his clothes as he tumbled out of control. He wanted so badly to scream for help! But he could't...
He wanted so desperately to reach out and find aid! But his body wouldn't obey...
He just kept tumbling, paralysed and waiting to die.
Then, over the thunderous roar of passing deafening winds, he heard a voice. It stayed with him no matter how far he fell.

"... Arden, Sara, you three head to the East district and help out as you can. If they broke in on the west its only a matter of time until the same happens in the East."

It was Jing. Arden groggily opened his heavy eyes while trying to understand why they were no longer sleeping. He missed much else of what was said. He soon realised everyone else was already wide awake and arming themselves.
'An attack!?' Arden immediately thought to himself. 'Had they been followed?' Wiping the heavy sweat from his brow he frantically started to clumsily paw at his scattered possessions, trying to gather his things and ready his weapons and armour as quick as he could. Crumbling under the pressure, only further agitated by the ongoing commotion, Arden continued to fumble his straps, drop his sword and finally, trip over his bedding.

Eventually he exploded out the door and into the cool nights air. The Alarm bells rung even louder out here without the shelter of closed walls. Ruffled, panicked and confused Arden swung his head as he looked around, wide eyed surveying the scene. He caught a glimpse of Sara in the distance. Knowing only that he was supposed to be with her, he gave chase with all his might. Eventually catching her he continued to follow and obey her directions. Helping people anywhere he could all whilst trying to further understand the situation.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall

Will get a post up for Arden a bit later.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall

@Arthanus@stoneString

Xia

Xia was armed and ready before she was even awake. Her trained body glides through a silent rehearsed ritual with a cold innate efficiency. While her hands danced a swift and familiar dance, loading her weapons and tools into their designated holdings, her eyes and ears readily scanned her surroundings.

She cursed herself for not being the first to awaken.

Alert and ready she drank in the situation as others started to arise. She listened intently as her father spoke. An eager excitement arose within her along with the growing opportunity to prove herself.

A sky-eyed northerner spoke to her as he passed, while Xia cared little of who she was teamed with she couldn't deny the faint hint of - relief- he added to the situation.
They understood each other on the battlefield and she considered him neither a hinderance nor distraction. But perhaps... competition.

As Frier past her, Xia slipped into his shadow. She read his hips, with his cowl blocking his peripheral and the commotion covering her gentle steps she slid past him as he turned to look for her. Without pause or hesitation she began to move with some haste towards their destination. One hand held the sheathed sword on her back at her hips while the other carried her naginata on her right shoulder.
Looking back she flashed a taunting playful smile at Frier. It was her shy, silent subtle way to tell him that he wasn't taking the lead on this one.

She ran towards the western district in search of Alm.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall

Name: Xia Sanada
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:

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Bio:
Daughter to the prolific ex empire military captain Jing Sanada, Xia has forever lived in his shadow, to other people and even him. As one of his younger children and a female, she has had trouble grabbing his attention and or affection. Most of her support has come from those close to her father instead of the man himself as he always finds himself busy with a new mission or adventure.
For the shy quiet Xia who is seldom ever heard when in the company of her father, actions speak louder than words. She forced her way into the blood rose irregulars as soon as she could fight and has sought glory and reputation ever since.

Fighting Style: Fast and fierce. Long reach weapons. Disabling attacks. Cunning. Takes advantage of any favours. Trips and disarms.

Desperate to be noticed and make a name for herself she goes into battle with everything she's got. Trained and mentored by some of the best her skills are exceptional but her insecurities cause her to always leave an exit strategy.

Equipment: A ninja's arsenal.
Blow dart
Shuriken
Caltrops
Smoke bomb
Metsubushi
Clawed climbing gloves
Rope dart
ko-naginata
niuweidao

Skills/Abilities: Besides nimble combat Xia had a child hood that went mostly unnoticed by many. What once she cursed she later turned into a skill and now has an uncanny ability to disappear in plain sight and be forgotten or passed unnoticed.

Other Information:

@Arthanus

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall

Name: Xia Sanada
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:

image

Bio:
Daughter to the prolific ex empire military captain Jing Sanada, Xia has forever lived in his shadow, to other people and even him. As one of his younger children and a female, she has had trouble grabbing his attention and or affection. Most of her support has come from those close to her father instead of the man himself as he always finds himself busy with a new mission or adventure.
For the shy quiet Xia who is seldom ever heard when in the company of her father, actions speak louder than words. She forced her way into the blood rose irregulars as soon as she could fight and has sought glory and reputation ever since.

Fighting Style: Fast and fierce. Long reach weapons. Disabling attacks. Cunning. Takes advantage of any favours. Trips and disarms.

Desperate to be noticed and make a name for herself she goes into battle with everything she's got. Trained and mentored by some of the best her skills are exceptional but her insecurities cause her to always leave an exit strategy.

Equipment: A ninja's arsenal.
Blow dart
Shuriken
Caltrops
Smoke bomb
Metsubushi
Clawed climbing gloves
Rope dart
ko-naginata
niuweidao

Skills/Abilities: Besides nimble combat Xia had a child hood that went mostly unnoticed by many. What once she cursed she later turned into a skill and now has an uncanny ability to disappear in plain sight and be forgotten or passed unnoticed.

Other Information:

@Arthanus

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WIP - Sorcerer and mech.

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.

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.