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The Festival of Destiny (High Casual Fantasy Romance)

Almost done working on my character! Got work today so it will be done by the end of the day!

The Festival of Destiny (Fantasy Soulmate RP)

This sounds like a lot of fun! Definitely have a lot of interest

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Leval | Golem

@Oooie@AbandonedIntel@Prosaic

Another member of their party walked up and introduced himself to the rest of them with a large smile on his face. Leval smiled back at him and gave him a little wave. Golem, on the other hand, remained still and unresponsive.

Mr. Smith introduced both himself and the rest of their team as Leval quickly tried to memorize each persons names as well as their respective team roles. When he raised his hand for a shake, Leval grasped it warmly in both hands. Something about the man seemed just to put people at ease, perhaps it was the easy swagger with which he seemed to handle himself. In Leval's experiences meeting with potential employers, they tended to be a quiet bunch attempting to be as covert as possible in whatever their desires may be, but having met Mr. Smith, Leval believed for the very first time that an employer was being entirely straight with him. Plus, he seemed to be a good tipper given how much he had given to the dock worker to take care of his family car.

Leval reached into his pants pocket gingerly and handed over the keys, briefly hesitating as he attempted to puzzle out the meaning of "whip" in this context. Obviously it referred to his vehicle, but for the life of him he could not figure out how. "Gentle on the clutch if you can, it's starting to go again."

Meanwhile, Golem turned to leave without further discussion to follow the crew member Mr Smith had summoned to guide him to location he was to stand, when the human identified as Sig O'Welles, began to circle and inspect him. Golem followed the creature where another beings eyes should be, determining whether or not he was a threat to his current goal. When Sig reached out to pat him on the chest, Golem's arm twitched ready to squash the figure flat before returning to its exact previous position. "My Name Is Not Mr. Colossus, Sig O'Welles And I Do Not Piss." The facts of the matter established, Golem moved past him up the ramp meant for vehicles. The metal ramp rattled beneath his booming steps as he was escorted to the cabin where he was to stand during their journey.

Leval watched the large, retreating figure go before looking back towards Sigmund. In response to Sig's question, Leval sent out some small threads of illusory magic making the form of a large top hat. He reached into the hat and pulled out the 2-D animated figure of Bugs Bunny, who was chomping on a carrot. "For shame! I am a rabbitmancer and will not stand for this kind of discrimination." A quick twitch of finger banished Bugs and the top hat back their formless, invisible threads of magic that faded gently into the background of the area's mana count.

"I am an illusionist," Leval replied with a grin. "Yourselves? What can the two of you do?"

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Leval | Golem

@Oooie@AbandonedIntel

Leval's old family car made slightly worrying hiccup sounds as it navigated through the Miami streets heading for the docks where his new groups ship was supposed to meet up. He patted the steering wheel affectionately. The car had been in the family since he was a child, and still drove pretty well. He had been assured that it would be taken care of while he was away. His thoughts turned to the mission at hand. The Albright Island Nexus Point was probably one of the least explored and most dangerous areas of the planet, but he was going there anyways, not for any great quest or noble cause, because some man called Mr. Smith wanted a candy based weapon. Leval chuckled at that thought once again, it was kind of hard not to appreciate the practical absurdity of it. However, the pay was good and easy to confirm and the other benefit of being able to keep whatever he managed to uncover on the island made the prospect far too enticing to pass by. The overcast skies above made Leval wonder for the fifth time that day if he had brought enough supplies for their voyage.

Leval pulled into a lot at the docks, spying the ship further ahead. Gently closing the car doors, after retrieving his belongings from the rear seats, he walked up to the group of people who appeared to be the team he was waiting for. The man with the dark parasol, was obviously Mr. Smith while he was uncertain about the the other two. One appeared to be a man about his age, maybe slightly older, wearing some very comfortable looking clothes with an old military backpack with him. From the conversation he had overheard, he reasoned that this one must be "Sig" from the brief mentions from the small amount of preliminary intelligence that had been sent. Another woman was there as well, her hand was completely skeletal which was quite fascinating as it appeared to be moving as well. He wondered if it was some kind of enchanted object she had found on some nexus point, reminding him vaguely of "Vecna's Hand." She had the light sort of movement on her feet that Leval had come to associate with a large amount of speed and skill.

"Hello everyone! I am Leval Lamrue, reporting in." He gave them all a warm smile.

From behind the group was a large thudding sound as Golem arrived on the scene wearing a large blanket that covered him from view, not that it did much to hide his overly large stature. When he arrived in front of rest of group, Golem let go of the blanket deciding that it was not longer necesary.

"Mark My Arrival. Where Am I To Be Stowed?" It's voice was like a rockslide falling in slow motion, each word deeply considered before being delivered. Being able to talk at all was fairly impressive given that it did not possess a tongue in the traditional sense. Golem waited for an answer to its question, seemingly quite content to wait however long was necessary.

Leval blinked at Golem in surprise. "Holy Hell, you are a big one."

Golem did not shift or even glance at Leval, but did respond with a simple, "Yes."

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Leval Lamrue

Leval Lamrue

"Now you see me, now you see an eight headed hydra."

Theme Song: TBD

| Full Name |
Leval Andrew Lamrue

| Callsign |
Gnome

| Age |
25

| Species: |
Human

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Bisexual

| In-Depth Appearance |
None for Now

| Abilities |
Illusions- Leval is a prodigy in the art of Illusion magic. Tasks that take other magic users massive amounts effort and concentration are almost second nature to Leval, accomplishing them almost as easily as he breathes. All 5 senses are affected by his abilities and his control and detail surpass even the finest eye. While Leval has no skill in other forms of magic, he is already one of finest Illusion specialists alive today with even more potential in the future. Leval tends to call his magic "Weaves." Leval also can use a close-range teleportation ability that he inherited from his mother.

| Limitations |
Leval, while skilled at controlling his abilities has a very small internal mana reserve. Far less than the average mage coming into their abilities. While Leval is extremely efficient in his casting, his abilities wear him down to exhaustion quickly. His extending staff is also very limited in tight spaces for obvious reasons. Finally, his teleporting ability is his trump card, but is extremely limited. Its furthest range is 20 feet and it uses up all of Leval’s energy to do so.

| Equipment |
Leval wears a cloak made by grandmother bears his family's symbol and has many buttoned pockets on the inside. It helps protect him against the elements and can be used as a blanket.
Weapon: Extending Hook Staff- Family Treasure, a powerful artifact of their notable past. The bottom of the staff is sharpened to a fine point, while inside of the hook has a blade running along the inside. The staff can extend out to long distances allowing for quick travel, long- range attacks, as well as serving a focus for his magic. He has been well trained in its use.

| Personality |
Leval is fully aware that, compared to other magic users, he is weak. However, that doesn't particularly matter to him. If weakness is all you have, then make that weakness your strength. Cunning and guile are his weapons of choice, he relys almost solely on his wit to survive. That being said, he doesn't go particularly out of his way to stay out of trouble. He has a strong streak of curiosity and an even fiercer protective instinct for others, especially those weaker than himself. He never backs down when there is something to protect and that is when he is at his best. In normal social situations, Leval is friendly and warm, taking care to be mindful of the emotions of others. When working on a task, however, he tends to throw himself to it becoming taciturn and withdrawn.

Likes: Humor, Sweet Food, a sense of discovery, adventure, kindness

Dislikes: Subservience, arrogance, actions that violate his own moral code

| Place Of Origin |
Leval was moved around quite a lot as a child as his family

| Family |
Leval's family consists of a mother, father, four grandparents, 12 Aunts and Uncles, and 18 cousins. They were a major magical family in the far past, but now have become a rather small and unknown family. He tends to communicate with them often.

| History |
Will add later

| Extra |
None for now

_{Face Claim: NA}

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Golem

Golem

"Stop Talking."

We Will Rock You

| Name |
Golem

| Age |
8

| Species |
Golem

| Gender |
No Gender

| Sexuality |
None

| In-Depth Appearance |
For the most part Golem does not actually wear clothing. When he is forced to interact with other creatures, he wears a large robe. This is only so that he does not have deal with an inevitable conversation about his state of undress as he finds that topic even more tiresome than regular conversation.

Golem’s Core

| Abilities |
As a Golem, Golem has supernatural strength and durability that far exceeds that of a normal human. Being a creature actually made from magic, he is resistant to magical attacks, not completely immune, but far less affected than other creatures.

| Limitations |
Golem, being a creature of magic, does not have an internal mana reserve nor the ability to channel magical abilities. This is also means that he cannot use any magical items whatsoever. Since he is resistant to magic, this also means the effects of beneficial magic are also lessened considerably. Healing magic would not work on him at all since he has no flesh to repair and instead uses industrial strength glue to repair himself. Permanent damage can be done to him by striking directly at his core. Golem is also not immune to the mutations caused by the Nexus point.

| Equipment |
Golem carries only a large backpack to help carry items of interest they find on their journey.

| Personality |
Golem is entirely goal focused and in not interested in the details of humans.

| Place Of Origin |
Golem was created in a magic user’s workshop in London, England. His core gem was found at the Albright Island Nexus point,

| Family |
His creator, Anton Brady, died at his creation.

| History |
Golem was created by a magic user specializing in pseudo life creation, Anton Brady. Golem was the result of Brady experimenting with a powerful magical gem that was found on the Albright Island nexus point. All of the other creations made by Brady were non-sentient automatons, but Golem himself. Unfortunately, Golem’s creation led to a magical backlash that incinerated him and his laboratory at the same time. Since then Golem has been moving around often, avoiding others trying to pry into the secrets of his existence. Wanting to learn more about himself, he immediately accepted an offer to go to Albright Island.

| Extra |
Golem is mostly interested in gathering additional magical gems. The rest is mostly useless to him.

_{Face Claim: Gloomhaven}

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Leval Lamrue

Leval Lamrue

"Now you see me, now you see an eight headed hydra."

Theme Song: TBD

| Full Name |
Leval Andrew Lamrue

| Callsign |
Gnome

| Age |
25

| Species: |
Human

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Bisexual

| In-Depth Appearance |
None for Now

| Abilities |
Illusions- Leval is a prodigy in the art of Illusion magic. Tasks that take other magic users massive amounts effort and concentration are almost second nature to Leval, accomplishing them almost as easily as he breathes. All 5 senses are affected by his abilities and his control and detail surpass even the finest eye. While Leval has no skill in other forms of magic, he is already one of finest Illusion specialists alive today with even more potential in the future. Leval tends to call his magic "Weaves." Leval also can use a close-range teleportation ability that he inherited from his mother.

| Limitations |
Leval, while skilled at controlling his abilities has a very small internal mana reserve. Far less than the average mage coming into their abilities. While Leval is extremely efficient in his casting, his abilities wear him down to exhaustion quickly. His extending staff is also very limited in tight spaces for obvious reasons. Finally, his teleporting ability is his trump card, but is extremely limited. Its furthest range is 20 feet and it uses up all of Leval’s energy to do so.

| Equipment |
Leval wears a cloak made by grandmother bears his family's symbol and has many buttoned pockets on the inside. It helps protect him against the elements and can be used as a blanket.
Weapon: Extending Hook Staff- Family Treasure, a powerful artifact of their notable past. The bottom of the staff is sharpened to a fine point, while inside of the hook has a blade running along the inside. The staff can extend out to long distances allowing for quick travel, long- range attacks, as well as serving a focus for his magic. He has been well trained in its use.

| Personality |
Leval is fully aware that, compared to other magic users, he is weak. However, that doesn't particularly matter to him. If weakness is all you have, then make that weakness your strength. Cunning and guile are his weapons of choice, he relys almost solely on his wit to survive. That being said, he doesn't go particularly out of his way to stay out of trouble. He has a strong streak of curiosity and an even fiercer protective instinct for others, especially those weaker than himself. He never backs down when there is something to protect and that is when he is at his best. In normal social situations, Leval is friendly and warm, taking care to be mindful of the emotions of others. When working on a task, however, he tends to throw himself to it becoming taciturn and withdrawn.

Likes: Humor, Sweet Food, a sense of discovery, adventure, kindness

Dislikes: Subservience, arrogance, actions that violate his own moral code

| Place Of Origin |
Leval was moved around quite a lot as a child as his family

| Family |
Leval's family consists of a mother, father, four grandparents, 12 Aunts and Uncles, and 18 cousins. They were a major magical family in the far past, but now have become a rather small and unknown family. He tends to communicate with them often.

| History |
Will add later

| Extra |
None for now

_{Face Claim: NA}

Edit History

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Golem

Golem

"Stop Talking."

We Will Rock You

| Name |
Golem

| Age |
8

| Species |
Golem

| Gender |
No Gender

| Sexuality |
None

| In-Depth Appearance |
For the most part Golem does not actually wear clothing. When he is forced to interact with other creatures, he wears a large robe. This is only so that he does not have deal with an inevitable conversation about his state of undress as he finds that topic even more tiresome than regular conversation.

Golem’s Core

| Abilities |
As a Golem, Golem has supernatural strength and durability that far exceeds that of a normal human. Being a creature actually made from magic, he is resistant to magical attacks, not completely immune, but far less affected than other creatures.

| Limitations |
Golem, being a creature of magic, does not have an internal mana reserve nor the ability to channel magical abilities. This is also means that he cannot use any magical items whatsoever. Since he is resistant to magic, this also means the effects of beneficial magic are also lessened considerably. Healing magic would not work on him at all since he has no flesh to repair and instead uses industrial strength glue to repair himself. Permanent damage can be done to him by striking directly at his core. Golem is also not immune to the mutations caused by the Nexus point.

| Equipment |
Golem carries only a large backpack to help carry items of interest they find on their journey.

| Personality |
Golem is entirely goal focused and in not interested in the details of humans.

| Place Of Origin |
Golem was created in a magic user’s workshop in London, England. His core gem was found at the Albright Island Nexus point,

| Family |
His creator, Anton Brady, died at his creation.

| History |
Golem was created by a magic user specializing in pseudo life creation, Anton Brady. Golem was the result of Brady experimenting with a powerful magical gem that was found on the Albright Island nexus point. All of the other creations made by Brady were non-sentient automatons, but Golem himself. Unfortunately, Golem’s creation led to a magical backlash that incinerated him and his laboratory at the same time. Since then Golem has been moving around often, avoiding others trying to pry into the secrets of his existence. Wanting to learn more about himself, he immediately accepted an offer to go to Albright Island.

| Extra |
Golem is mostly interested in gathering additional magical gems. The rest is mostly useless to him.

_{Face Claim: Gloomhaven}

Edit History

Edit 00: This is the Edit History, where one can keep track of what edits they make to their character over time. A nice little benefit to give the writer, readers and a GM a guideline of where and how things changed in the CS over time.

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

Leval Lamrue

Location: Rainbow Field
@The One@AbandonedIntel@Oooie

Leval's group had swelled with the ranks of Sig and Liana, as well as Liana's machine gun which did make Leval feel quite a lot better. Given the myriad creatures that they had faced on the fields below it always helped to know there was someone in their "adventuring party," as Sig had put it, that was willing spray copious amounts of hot lead at the things. Sig had clapped him on the back as he decided to join and Leval was glad that he had come along. Sig seemed a very likable sort of guy with his own unique sense of being. He was definitely someone Leval wanted to learn more about.

'I wonder what kind of abilities he has? He was floating on a chair earlier. Maybe some type of wind manipulator? It would be rude to ask.'

They came across the field, a vivid landscape with colors well worthy of its name. Each hue of each color spread out before them as the sun shined down upon them. Leval was glad to see Shela running through the fields happily, apparently he had made a good decision to take her out instead of cooping her up somewhere. Liana nudged his arm and spoke on Shela's current mood. Leval nodded in agreement. "She seems to be doing okay from the ordeal. I'll keep an eye on her just in case. I am not exactly certain if she is in any danger at the moment."

The area was quite beautiful really, peaceful even. However, rather than relaxing Liana seemed to growing more tense as the time passed. He glanced at her with a little bit of concern. He was about to ask her what was wrong when a sunflower poked out of the ground and began talking to them. And than it began to sing, because apparently everything here liked to do that. One of the many mysteries of the Academy that he was certain he would never fully understand. But it was disturbing really, nothing about the lyrics of the song were particularly disturbing in and of themselves, but combined with the intensity of its stare and the way it smiled spoke of some ...other intent that Leval did not like at all. When it stopped singing, Leval also responded to Sig's question, "I can confirm that, yes, a talking flower just emerged from the ground, you don't often see that around." He rhymed intentionally.

He wholeheartedly agreed when Liana called Shela back towards them. He cleared his throat and spoke out towards the flower. "Oh we are good thank you. I think we would just prefer to head back. Bye now." He tightened his grip on his staff and motioned the group to start backing away slowly.

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

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The Ordinary Mythical Academy

Leval Lamrue

@The One@AbandonedIntel@Oooie

Leval gently removed Cinder from his back and placed Cinder on Shela's hand. "I am glad you are okay. This is my friend Cinder,
who is a healer. Sometimes when people use their abilities for the first time, their health can suffer for a time. Just in case, Cinder can help with that." As if to emphasize his point, Cinder twitched its wings and appeared to settle where it was upon her hand.

Satisfied that Shela seemed to be doing alright, Leval turned back to the others in his group. Liana, who apparently had friends that had already arrived on the floating island, introduced them to him and Sig as Carmen and Hakeem. As they were introduced the cyborg thing, apparently called Max from Arken's speech, walked over and asked them about something called Torchsnuff, it was clear to see it made the entire trio uncomfortable, though they tried to hide it well. Leval looked away pretending to be engrossed with looking at his map of the premises for something to fill the time and give the trio their time. Whatever Liana was not talking about was none of his business and he owed her a great many favors just from the past hour. She was entitled to her own secrets, as they all were. Including himself.

Actually looking over the map now, he spotted two areas of interest. The maze and the Rainbow Fields. For some reason or another, the maze unsettled him, while on the other hand, the Rainbow Fields looked warm, inviting, and safe. A welcome reprieve from the chaos of the day to be sure. He turned and showed the picture of the location on the map to Shela.

"This seems like a nice place to go to. We can go get some fresh air after the craziness at the start of the day. Feel like coming along?" Shela nodded her head in agreement, so Leval turned to the others as well.

"We are going to head for the Rainbow Fields if you guys would like to join us." Leval turned and walked out of the building with Shela following the map to their new destination.

A team of Noobs

I’ll post up later today