Illin

Pandemonium - PF1E Variant

✚ BASICS ✚

⥼ AGE and BIRTHDAY ⥽
130 years old ─ July 29

⥼ IDENTITY ⥽
Male ─ Demiboy ─ He/They

⥼ STATISTICS ⥽
6’1” ─ 114 lbs

✚ PERSONALITY ✚

Charismatic ⤄ Cynical ─ Thorny ─ Pedantic ─ Obsessive

He thinks fast and talks faster, and with a silver tongue that draws from constant vigilance of those around him. He doesn't like people and doesn't like people knowing him, relying on pedanticism to counter any attempt to get closer to who the real Rhyzevic is. And, once he sets his mind to a task, he doesn't stop until he can say he has satisfactorily accomplished that goal, be it conspiratorial in nature or his personal trainings.

⥼ ORIENTATION ⥽
Bisexual ─ Biromantic

⥼ LIKES ⥽
Marshmallows ─ Canaries ─ Swordplay - Cheap Wine ─ Silver

Explanation

• Marshmallows - Reminds them of the nights they used to spend with Filraen in their hideaway with a bit of nature.
• Canaries - They help warn of gas leaks. He would carry one with him for the first few years as he snuck out to visit the small bit of peace further in their cave systems. He later gave the bird to Filraen as he got more and more invested in investigating Triel. Triel commented on the bird being cute and later commented on its absence from Rhyzevic’s hip.
• Swordplay - The sword lead to everything. It was his place in the Do’Marr family, it was how he met Filraen, it’s what caused Triel to fall in love with him. He’s trained with a sword since he was a child. To not have a sword on his hip is to not have a part of his identity.
• Cheap Wine - Reminds him of the first “birthday” celebration that Filraen threw for them. Filraen had found out that Rhyzevic had never had a proper birthday, to the point that he even forgot the date, and Filraen decided to sneak them out with a bottle of cheap wine and a backpack full with the makings of a charcuterie board. They made a tradition out of it until Rhyzevic began becoming more and more distant.
• Silver - Filraen came from a family of silversmiths. Filraen was fond of the color and always had something silver on them.

⥼ DISLIKES ⥽
Bats ─ Jello ─ Dancing - The Matriarchy

Explanation

• Bats - The devils often caused Rhyzevic to be off balance at the most inopportune times. Triel caught him being harassed by a group of them one time and had to come to his aid to get them to finally go away.
• Jello - His first encounter with jello was when one of the help “accidentally” dumped an unset batch on him after he had bested their daughter in a sparring match. His clothes were ruined and his hair had been stained red. His mother made him dye his hair a dark red for a bit and blamed it on him being in a mood. His second encounter was when his sister was a toddler and was given jello. It had made her so sick, he was forced to look after her for the rest of the day and rain check his session with a tutor to ensure he was still ahead of his studies.
• Dancing - He was always forced to dance with Triel at any social gatherings. Dancing came to be synonymous with forced conversation, prying eyes, and pained feet. They often had to dance together for hours and he was only allowed to interact with Triel. Even Triel voiced to him at one point that she hated dancing because she felt like it was all for show.
• The Matriarchy - His mother’s constant disdain for him having been born male is a key factor in why he grew up valuing results over anything else and slowly losing himself in a pursuit of a version of himself that would gain an inkling of respect from the women around him.

⥼ THEME SONGS ⥽
“Illusion” ─ Unlike Pluto

✚ STRENGTHS ✚

⥼ COMBAT ROLE ⥽
DPS

⥼ OUT OF COMBAT ROLE ⥽
Party Face

⥼ SKILLS and HOBBIES ⥽
Swordplay ─ Reading ─ People Watching

✚ WEAKNESSES ✚

⥼ SIN ⥽
Pride

⥼ BLASPHEMY ⥽
Rhyzevic, at the engagement party being held by the Le'Alarie family, called out his fiance's shortcomings in front of all attending families. He did this as a way to try to call off the engagement since he didn't want to marry someone who was so much more inadequate to themself; despite knowing that this marriage would be highly beneficial to the rest of his family and calling it off in this way would result in backlash.

⥼ FEARS and PHOBIAS ⥽
Being Touched ─ His Mother ─ Being Powerless

⥼ OTHER WEAKNESSES ⥽
Velvet ─ Filraen's Judgement

✚ RELATIONS ✚

⥼ RELATIONSHIP STATUS ⥽
Complicatedly Engaged

Explanation

While Rhyzevic has been constantly trying to hinder and disband the arrangement, Triel has been hard at work trying to keep the engagement intact as she insists that she is in love with Rhyzevic. This persists even after his attempt to besmirch her reputation at their engagement party.

⥼ POSITIVE FIGURES ⥽
Imrae Do’Marr ─ Sister ─ She is the beloved younger sister, and adores her older brother from a distance. Even if her birth was the inciting action that caused his world to slowly crumble, Rhyzevic understands she had no hand in this.
Filraen Argen ─ Friend ─ Third child to the Argen, silversmith, family. They grew up with Rhyzevic and, as such, are the only one who knows a lot about Rhyzevic before he started pulling away from everyone. They share many happy memories together.

⥼ NEGATIVE FIGURES ⥽
Triel Le'Alarie ─ Fiance? ─ Seen as unfit to be the head priestess or the wife of a Do’Marr.
Myrymma Do’Marr ─ Mother ─ She would use threats of violence and physical punishment to “persuade” Rhyzevic to do better.
Yvette Le’Alarie ─ Potential MIL ─ He was constantly trying to put down her daughter and made it a point to ignore the religious tenets Yvette called to attention.

✚ HISTORY ✚

Rhyzevic is the oldest of two, his little sister having been born much later. Because of his family being unsure whether they would be able to produce a girl, they began bringing Rhyzevic up as the face of house Do'Marr. His lessons were met with harsh physical punishments if he was not surpassing his parent’s expectations and he was often pitted against other young girls and told to win against them or win them over. Should he fail, he would be met with more serious physical punishments.
He became accustomed to a “do or die” mentality and felt pride whenever he surpassed girls his age or older. The only positive emotion for him, he sought to cultivate the feeling of pride and pushed himself far harder than his parents in areas that exemplified his namesake, but ended up falling behind in courting lessons. His mother still punished him for the lackluster performance in his lessons, but she became lenient with it once it was apparent he had caught a girl’s eye. From then, his physical punishments came whenever he ghosted the Le’Alarie heiress or ignored her at events.
During this time, Rhyzevic was collecting any and all failures of the heiress to prove that she was unworthy to even be the head of her house, let alone a co-head of the house Do’Marr. These shortcomings ranged anywhere from mundane to only mildly serious, like the fact that she skipped lessons from time to time to the fact that she cheated on numerous tests.
They planned for a long time his engagement to the Le’Alarie heiress since her family was influential and wealthy, and had Rhyzevic focus on courting lessons more than his familial combat lessons. Once Rhyzevic’s sister was born, the engagement was revised as now he would no longer be a Do’Marr but rather a Le’Alarie as the heiress was confoundingly in love with Rhyzevic and was willing to have her family pay a dowry for his hand in marriage.
Once his sister was born, his mother also ceased to physically discipline him. He took this idea to mean that he had finally won her approval and showed her the futility in sucking up to the Le’Alarie family. As such, he threw himself more into his family trademark of military combat. He also developed the idea that no one was good enough to tough him anymore.

Archaic Circuitry: Old Code, Young Blood

Marsala observed the situation, making note of everything going wrong for Alfredo and why. They were grateful Alfredo had at least managed to stay clung to Vhoth, but it wasn’t enough. If they had been less cautious, more willing to get in the way, they could have helped already.

It seems less hesitation will let me make my own openings.

With that thought in mind, Marsala began taking off their gloves as they watched the scene in front of them unfold. The gashes on the under belly, the nail lodged in its side, and the stone-horn being held down on both its front and back. All of their allies were taking the opportunities presented despite also getting in each other’s ways.

Less hesitation, right?

They began making their way forward as a gunshot rang out again and the stone-horn dropped its defensive storm. As sudden as its apparent defeat, the stone-horn began thrashing about.

Worry courses through Marsala first. Both for the fellow tossed about, and for the girl who was still within stomping range of the beast. The man likely has a couple heavily bruised, if not broken, ribs and the girl, quasit or not, would still be in trouble if the beast stepped on her. The second thing Marsala processes is that the beast is now missing an eye. The gunner had succeeded in hitting his mark and taking out the eye. And rats can fit anywhere that they can get their heads in.

Priorities and plan set, they hurry to the girl to try and get her to her feet, and out of the way of the beast. Or, well, I suppose feet isn’t the appropriate word here. Get her to her prosthesis? Marsala can check on the man once significant injury is avoidable.

While kneeling to help Penni, Marsala finds the ground covered in blood and catches sight of Cambrian slinking out from under the beast. The blood covering him, his only give away.

How can anyone stand to have so much blood and dirt on them?
Marsala is immediately aware of the blood now covering their pants, the blood and dirt now scattered across Penni, and their uncovered hands. They have to hold back a gag as they help Penni, once again grateful for their mask as they cannot keep the disgust off their face.

During this, Alfredo lets out a squeak towards Vhoth and pats the man’s arm before running towards the only proper opening on the stone-horn, its eye. Alfredo works to get his head inside the eye socket, wiggling and clawing his way far enough in to release the poison. And, hopefully, work to delay the beast’s reaction times.

The sooner it’s poisoned, the sooner we don’t have to worry about such a violent thrash again.

Archaic Circuitry: Old Code, Young Blood

Marsala was finding it more and more difficult to concentrate not only on Alfredo’s movements but also their own as the battlefield picked up in chaos. This would be something they would have to improve on, and fast if they were going to be a V.E.T.

Chalk it up to lack of battlefield experience. Perhaps I’ll be able to get pointers on that later.

Marsala had, thankfully, managed to pick up on the beast’s watchful eyes and wariness that accompanied it. As such, they had opted to keep themself out of the fight for now. Focusing more on Alfredo’s movements within everything, keeping the stone-horn on its toes, and observing their allies to better assist them seemed to be more productive than getting in their ways. Their teammates seemed to be more comfortable around physical conflict and Marsala didn’t want to be a hindrance. They were worried that the others would find it distasteful to have a rat step on them during the fight. Worse than that, they may find it distracting enough to get injured. Marsala themself didn’t find the reward enthralling, but obviously some on the field would or surely the captain wouldn’t have suggested it. And, Marsala was not about to squander another’s reward.

Marsala watched as the battlefield changed. One ally replaced by another. Someone underground, making the footing unsteady. Metal cloud clatters and turns into opposing rock cloud. A small opening in its side, made through opportunistic teamwork. Two allies colliding forcefully. A bullet ringing out and working to obscure the creature’s vision.

Nothing worked to create an opening for Alfredo to wriggle his little self inside and the stone-horn had hunkered down to be more defensive. The only opportunity came from Cambrian at its head. When the stone-horn would have gone to bite him as it did Vhoth, Alfredo could jump in then. But the wasteman didn’t stay for long as he began searching for a new focal point.

He was quickly replaced once again by Vhoth. Marsala wasn’t worried too much over the quasit’s health, as most others tend to heal significantly faster, but Marsala had taken note of where he landed. They had seen him get sent flying and crash into Germ, and had seen no hostility from Vhoth directed at the rat wasteman!

Surely he wouldn’t mind Alfredo climbing on him if he didn’t mind coming into contact with the rat wasteman! Alfredo is small and cute, smells like wildflowers, and is clean. Plus he wears a little hat. All of these should be favorable traits compared to one that is… lacking some of his tail.

Alfredo weaved around the debris on the field to get to Vhoth, making haste in scampering up his leg and along one of his arms currently keeping the stone-horn’s mouth clamped shut. Coming face to face with the obstacle that was a closed mouth, Alfredo stopped on Vhoth’s arm. He pawed at the stone-horn’s mouth while looking back at Vhoth with lifeless, glass eyes and letting out a short squeak. It needed to get inside of the stone-horn and administer the poison if Marsala was going to induce delayed response times. Marsala wouldn’t have to worry about being in anyone’s way if the beast’s openings last longer.

Archaic Circuitry: Old Code, Young Blood

Marsala woke suddenly to the sound of rust-gnats and shot up to see the damage they had been able to do. A clang rang out as Marsala fell back on the ground clutching their head.

Perhaps sleeping under the operating table was, in fact, not the smartest move.

They rolled to one side through a sheet that was hanging to the floor and double checked that they were no longer at risk of colliding with anything before popping up. The room around them was surprisingly lacking in gnats compared to how many it sounded like were in the room with them. They had worried the gnats had somehow found a way under the fabrics Marsala had used to cover certain surfaces. The gnats were, thankfully, swarming the trash bin and a few sparsely populated shelves on the other side of the room. They had learned from their last ‘clinic’ to never leave the important surfaces, like the operating table, uncovered. You’d be quick to find yourself without a usable… anything really.

Not wanting to risk the gnats finding a way through any fabric, Marsala made a clicking noise at the rat curled up on an old pillow tucked away into a nearby corner. The rat looked up with its blank stare and flicked its ear before Marsala motioned towards the rust-gnats. The rat stretched and began bounding in the direction of the gnats, jumping through the swarms to disperse them. Once done it sat in the middle of where they had been with an imitation of glee, an imitation of life.

With that done, Marsala began tidying up the ‘clinic’ as best they could. The new resident would be arriving sometime this morning and Marsala wanted to leave the place in a better condition than when they were hired on. Once done, they scooped their belongings out from one of the cabinets, donned a pollution mask on themself and a little bucket hat on their rat, and made for their new life.

Well, soon anyways...

Marsala had been warned by their employer against getting to the job too early, so here they were strolling through the streets looking for a halfway decent market during the swarming. They had been told, once upon a time, about the importance of bringing something to a new job, but they were having a hard time thinking of what they should get. Food and clothing was out of the question, as was something too expensive - they had spent a pretty penny preparing for the new job and getting Alfredo (their rat) a cute hat fit for an adventurer. A lot of their clientele had been fans of candy or stickers, but would V.E.T.s?

Mulling it over a bit, and checking their chips, they reasoned that anyone would be happy to receive something. They had enough chips to get about ten or so pieces of candy and a couple sticker sheets without breaking the bank, now all they had to do was find a shop selling them…

Ten pieces of candy and two small sticker sheets later...

The shop had taken some time to find, but find they did. Now they sat at the HQ in a room with a few other individuals, making note of small details about each of them. When the captain began speaking and mentioned sitting in her lap, Marsala tried their best to mask their grimace.

It’s rude to grimace during the first meeting, right?

The screech outside had Marsala looking at the door as the guard burst into the room and Marsala found themself nodding in response to the guard’s report and the captain’s initial order. Alfredo wriggled in Marsala’s arms at the excitement in the air as they stood to leave. The mention of touch again had Marsala openly grimacing despite their best efforts, but left to the location nevertheless.

At the location, the stone-horn was becoming agitated but was ultimately focusing on the two guards and the weapons trying to keep it at bay. A flurry of shrapnel and other weaponry had Marsala acting. With a quick pat to Alfredo’s head, Marsala took his hat off and they were off toward the beast in two separate directions. Alfredo went towards its face and Marsala went to try to get in its blind spot behind it.

Archaic Circuitry: Old Code, Young Blood

Name: Marsala
Age: 23
Species: Quasit
Height/Weight: 5’2”/ 142#
Sex/Gender: AFAB/ NB (they/them)
Appearance:

Marsala

They are fairly pale, bit too wide of a mouth, and a bit too lifeless of eye.
Yellow green eye that lacks the glint of a normal eye.
They have deep red hair with a deep teal streak on the left that curls into “wings” at the ends. They typically keep it cut to about shoulder length, but it curls up no matter the length.
Many mouths, all of them with teeth sharp enough to cut. Besides the mouth where a mouth should be, they have a mouth in place of their right eye that they keep an eyepatch over to attempt to pass as more numam. The other mouths are in the small of their back, behind their left knee, and over their sternum.
They wear baggy clothes to keep from getting fabric in their many mouths and because it keeps filth further away from their skin. They wear gloves and masks when in large groups of people (10+).

Personality: They are a major germophobe and panic whenever filth touches their skin (although they try to control they’re outward emotions, they fail most of the time).
They grew up eating mostly bland foods because their “parents” had damaged tastebuds and never cared to spend chips on something they couldn’t taste anyways. Now they have an intense interest in different foods and are willing to risk life and limb to find new and interesting recipes to try.
Marsala has a hard time understanding what creates a relationship between people and other creatures, but has a deep seated desire to be near them and attempt to forge these connections. This often leads to them finding themselves in awkward situations where the others find them either overbearing or too distant. Being a medic has allowed them a closeness to people without much issue (people tend to get a little chatty when they know you’re going to be opening them up and helping them) and, as such, they have managed to learn how to better navigate social situations (they still suck at it though).
During their time as a medic, they have come to learn about multiple different types of anatomy and have heard many stories from their clientele. Some of these included talk about the extinct or near-extinct animals having been used as pets in the far past. With a desire for companionship, they set out to find the animals (dead or alive) and find ways to keep them as pets and new friends for their pet rat, Alfredo.

What Are You Looking For?: Old text logs of the anatomy of different creatures and recipes.

Capabilities: Medic, Hand-Hand (focusing on getting hits in and aiming for pressure points), and Blood Magic.

Magic Form(s): Blood Magic

Basic Kinesis ability: That Doesn’t Taste Right
Marsala is able to induce minor poisons through the blood they infected.

Magic Stain: I Can Bleed Too
Marsala’s wounds tend to reopen from time to time even after being almost completely healed.

First Spell: I Thought You Said You Wouldn’t Leave
Marsala is able to necromatize the small dead creatures and control it similar to a puppet. These creatures cannot think, move, breathe, or feel.

Magic Stain: I Can Empathize
Marsala’s poisons tend to affect themselves once they have ended on their intended target.

Archaic Circuitry: Old Code, Young Blood

Name: Marsala
Age: 23
Species: Quasit
Height/Weight: 5’2”/ 142#
Sex/Gender: AFAB/ NB (they/them)
Appearance:

Marsala

They are fairly pale, bit too wide of a mouth, and a bit too lifeless of eye.
Yellow green eye that lacks the glint of a normal eye.
They have deep red hair with a deep teal streak on the left that curls into “wings” at the ends. They typically keep it cut to about shoulder length, but it curls up no matter the length.
Many mouths, all of them with teeth sharp enough to cut. Besides the mouth where a mouth should be, they have a mouth in place of their right eye that they keep an eyepatch over to attempt to pass as more numam. The other mouths are in the small of their back, behind their left knee, and over their sternum.
They wear baggy clothes to keep from getting fabric in their many mouths and because it keeps filth further away from their skin. They wear gloves and masks when in large groups of people (10+).

Personality: They are a major germophobe and panic whenever filth touches their skin (although they try to control they’re outward emotions, they fail most of the time).
They grew up eating mostly bland foods because their “parents” had damaged tastebuds and never cared to spend chips on something they couldn’t taste anyways. Now they have an intense interest in different foods and are willing to risk life and limb to find new and interesting recipes to try.
Marsala has a hard time understanding what creates a relationship between people and other creatures, but has a deep seated desire to be near them and attempt to forge these connections. This often leads to them finding themselves in awkward situations where the others find them either overbearing or too distant. Being a medic has allowed them a closeness to people without much issue (people tend to get a little chatty when they know you’re going to be opening them up and helping them) and, as such, they have managed to learn how to better navigate social situations (they still suck at it though).
During their time as a medic, they have come to learn about multiple different types of anatomy and have heard many stories from their clientele. Some of these included talk about the extinct or near-extinct animals having been used as pets in the far past. With a desire for companionship, they set out to find the animals (dead or alive) and find ways to keep them as pets and new friends for their pet rat, Alfredo.

What Are You Looking For?: Old text logs of the anatomy of different creatures and recipes.

Capabilities: Medic, Hand-Hand (focusing on getting hits in and aiming for pressure points), and Blood Magic.

Magic Form(s): Blood Magic

Basic Kinesis ability: That Doesn’t Taste Right
Marsala is able to induce minor poisons through the blood they infected.

Magic Stain: I Can Bleed Too
Marsala’s wounds tend to reopen from time to time even after being almost completely healed.

First Spell: I Thought You Said You Wouldn’t Leave
Marsala is able to necromatize the small dead creatures and control it similar to a puppet. These creatures cannot think, move, breathe, or feel.

Magic Stain: I Can Empathize
Marsala’s poisons tend to affect themselves once they have ended on their intended target.

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