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"Experience without skill is pitiful. Skill without experience is a shame."
Killian Eugene Gavril (Auror/Charms Professor if in H.P universe, mage in other universes)
Genre: [Medieval/Medieval Fantasy/Modern fantasy]
Name: Killian Eugene Gavril
Age: 25-40
Gender: Male
Blood Status: Pureblood
Native Country: Ukraine, resides in Germany
Education:
· Age 11 - 17: Began study at Hogwarts and graduated with N.E.W.T.s in Herbology, Ancient Runes, DADA, Transfiguration and Charms
Occupation:
· Former Auror - retired from field work after a mission gone south which resulted in severe damage to his left arm, reducing range of movement and strength in that area
· Current Charms Professor
Personality: Killian is calm and controlled, with an even reassuring voice and solid stature. Unlike many pureblood wizards, he mastered the knack of dressing and acting like a muggle mostly due to his former position as an auror, a useful skill to have when hunting criminals in the muggle world. Killian has a reputation for being level-headed – sometimes too collected as if he was more machine than man – although his calm demeanour belies his quiet fury and explosive emotions. His temper is rarely witnessed as he grew older, gaining more control over his body than when he was a teenager.
Killian is also a good judge of character, and trusts known individuals regardless of age or status on the basis of his knowledge of their character and abilities. Of course, he has a fair amount of paranoia, and will distance himself from strangers, placing them under his scrutiny until he has a fair idea of their character. While he may listen to rumours, he tries not to believe them fully, acknowledging them with a dose of sceptism. An admirer of efficiency and quiet competence, he respects people who can do what they say, fulfil their promises and are as realistic as can be. Ambitious individuals, dreamers, optimists and romantics he does not mind, but he very much prefers down-to-earth folks with a good head on their shoulders. Less posturing and bragging that way, in his humble opinion.
The opposite of the pure-blood advocates, Killian believes in equality and fairness for all wizards and Muggles. 'You are what you are, and nothing you do can remake you entirely'. He believes magic and its wielders are there for a reason, as were the mundanes. Nature does not favour the existence of unwanted organisms. Everything has a place in the universe, even if they were to perish the very next day. There's potential in everything and everyone, it's just a matter of what one does with it, and how they use it. That is his belief, which he steadfastly stands by to the end of his days, especially now that he can air his opinion aloud without fear of retribution from his family and Voldemort's supporters. Of course, there are still many who do not believe he stands by his ideas, but that is the price one pays when from a Dark Family and survived the Second Wizarding War.
Appearance: A leanly muscled man standing at the height of 182cm weighing 80.6kg, Killian looks to be in his late-twenties. Weathered tanned skin, strong jawline, slightly crooked nose, firm lips, wavy shoulder-length coffee brown hair gives him an overall image of a refined pureblood, if one ignores the map of scars running down his left arm, over the wrist and palm. His eyes are a light violet, hard and piercing despite the obvious crows-feet at the corner of the eyes. He favours the muggle collared shirts and slacks, generally covered by the dark, open robes he has taken to wearing in his teaching days, as they provide maximum manoeuvrability and doesn't weigh down his injuries.
Strengths: Calm and collected, Killian will try his best to defuse the situation quickly and without casualties, be it through words or actions. He has experience in certain fields and thus is able (and willing, depending on the situation) to impart advise to those who are willing to listen and try.
Weaknesses: While he tries not to judge a person, his past experiences are a shadow hanging over him. There are times this influences his decisions, of which he is immensely bitter about. Of course, he also has the obvious physical ailments.
Family:
· Father - Yusoff Gavril - pureblood
· Mother - Julia Falkenhausten - pureblood
· Sister-in-law: Patricia Luwen - half-blood
· Older brother: Mikhail Gavril - pureblood
· Niece: Sasha Gavril - pureblood (considered)
· Nephew 1: Dmitri Gavril - pureblood (considered)
· Nephew 2: Jakob Gavril - pureblood (considered)
Background: Born in Kiev, Ukraine, during a brief visit back to their homeland, Killian was the second son of Julia and Yusoff Gavril, his older brother being six years his senior. As the 'spare' heir, Killian rarely shared the same space as his brother, the latter being educated and groomed to take over his father's position. It's not to say both brothers were strangers to each other, but they lacked the air of familial bonds between them. At best, they were friends. Left to his own devices most of the time, Killian took refuge in learning, in the knowledge available for him to pursue. His tutor was a fervent scholar in the area of Herbology and Ancient Runes, thus sparking the same interest in him.
At the age of eleven to seventeen, Killian immersed himself in the lively hustle that was Hogwarts, making a number of friends despite his serious disposition - and a number of enemies due to his Family's background. They teased, jabbed and hung out together, the small group slowly gaining members as the years progressed. It was during his seventh and final year that he eventually realised he had no firm goal in mind for his future. He didn't want to become an academic, cooped up in a lab or study all day long. Nor did he wish to be a Curse Breaker. It was during one of the many discussions with his friends that a few suggested the path of an Auror. He had some of the prerequisites, after all, and one could drop out at any point during the training years if it got too much.
And so at the age of 18, Killian found himself enlisting for Auror training and to his pleasure, found it something he enjoyed doing. His parents were none too happy with his decision, not seeing the point of risking his life to chase unknowns around the globe. He had refused to quit, and parted on bad terms with his mother. The pay was good, he had a purpose, and he could take on riskier missions without much fear or thought as he didn't really have anyone he desired to return to. It was around this time that Headmaster Dumbledore offered to integrate him into the Order of the Pheonix to help fight Voldemort. Two years later, Dumbledore died and the Battle of Hogwarts erupted. With Voldemort defeated and the Death Eaters dispersed, the Aurors were now tasked with hunting them down and bringing them to justice. Killian threw himself into his work.
As one could expect, this reckless behaviour was his downfall. What was meant to be an easy mission went south due to a combination of bad intel, set-ups, unknown parties, etc, and it was in his 27th years of life that his left arm was metaphorically put through the grinder and acquired some impressive scars all over his body. Viewing himself as a liability in the field now, he planned to hand in his resignation after the mandatory physical therapy to spend half a year locked away in his home, trying to come to terms with his new handicap. However, his plan was dashed when Headmistress McGonagall offered him the Charms position at Hogwarts. Not wanting to feel useless, he took the job, and have been for three years and counting.
Others:
· 13.5" Cypress wand with core of Thestral bone, slightly swishy
· Steller sea eagle pet & Patronus
· Animagus form: Elk
"Better to die gloriously than live in shame."
Nuallan Luthar (Captain of the Guard)
Genre: [Medieval/Medieval Fantasy]
General
Name: Nuallan Luthar
Age: 28-40
Gender: Male
Race: Human or half-demon (depends on genre/setting/etc)
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance
Height: 191.6cm
Weight: 88.2kg
Eyes: Dark sea green and narrowed due to a near permanent frown pinching his brows.
Hair: Sandy copper brown
Body Modifications: None
Distinguishing Marks: A ring of jagged blood-red ink around his neck in the image of thorny vines, courtesy of being nearly strangled to death by daemon hands.
Extra equipment: A claymore and daggers tucked into each boot
Abilities:
1) Improvised Weaponry
2) Hand-to-hand combat expert
3) Profound knowledge of daemons courtesy of making it through a portal in one piece
4) Mentally strong despite slight diminished physical ability thanks to the damn daemon mark
Personal
Personality:
Nuallan usually displays a harsh, prideful and stern demeanour, yet in actuality truly cares for those fighting alongside him, and is willing to do anything for the well-being of those he cares for. He takes pride in the fact that he is allowed to fight alongside others of such courage, taking an especial pride in his comrades - brothers-in arms and subordinates, and also holding a respect for opponents on the battlefield who carry honour and care for all their men. He can be quite compassionate and affectionate, yet does not allow himself to become too attached to any one man or woman due to his devotion to his duties as Captain.
He understands pain and hardship shared amongst soldiers, having trained on the same level as any regular warrior, and although he feels that he should understand his men to be a good leader, he becomes nervous over interacting with those who hold him in high regard off the battlefield. Nuallan also has a rather inspiring and honourable side, able to rally his soldiers in times of battle, and is capable of keeping his head calm in battle, while being incredibly brutal during combat. His philosophy is simple and rather warrior-like despite his intelligence, and can only be blamed on his heritage. He believes there is nothing better than to perish in glory upon a battlefield, which ultimately led to him being court-martialled.
However, Nuallan does at times show weakness. Although he prides himself in courage, combat skills and strength, he feels unconfident in his level of intelligence regarding negotiating and planning things other than battles for the good of others. For much of jis career, he had depended on others for advice and guidance in political skills. Yet, whenever he has a problem or issue of lower matter, he tends to not like admitting he has an issue and keeps it to himself, not wanting to seem weak by asking another for help in a matter unless it is during battle, and even then only if he feels it is necessary.
After the disastrous scheme in closing the daemon portal in the Town of Ebros, Nuallan's confidence in being able to keep his men alive and see them through another day has faltered greatly. Thirty soldiers he led in and only one survived: him. With a mark on his neck that is slowly killing him, reducing his combat effectiveness through random bouts of scorching agony, hometown destroyed, getting his friends killed and thrown into prison for disobeying a direct order from the Crown, the disgraced Captain has nothing to live for. Now he is simply a shadow of his former self, bitter, cynical and awaiting swift execution to put him out of his misery.
History: (can be tweaked)
TBA
"We know."
Vildarr Pelidell (Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, Dovahkin)
Genre: [Medieval/Medieval Fantasy]
General
Name: Vildarr Pelidell
Age: 229
Gender: Male
Race: Altmer
Sexuality: Homosexual
Appearance
Height: 194cm
Weight: 79.3kg
Eyes: Heavy-lidded, grey-blue
Hair: Platinum blonde
Body Modifications: None
Equipment:
- A full set of BLACK CYRILLIC ARMOUR
- Enchanted Elven bow [soul trap and paralysis for 2 secs upon strike] and elven arrows (a quiver full on his back and a bunch in his backpack)
- Dual enchanted elven daggers (one fire damage, one lightning damage)
Abilities:
Primary Skill: Archery, Dragon shouts
Secondary Skills: Destruction, Sneak, Illusion
Adept Level Skills: Conjuration, One-handed, Alchemy
Personal
Personality:
Vildarr always has a half-smile on his face and seemingly indifferent to everything that is happening around him. In actual fact, it is him suppressing his visible emotions to make him more difficult to read in combat or to be detected when sneaking up on his targets. He is mild-mannered and polite - although his tone has a general mocking lilt to it - greeting friend and foe alike the same way, who rarely loses his calm, even when surprised, angered or terrified out of his wits. Vildarr is extremely devoted to his Dark Brotherhood Family, seeing them as precious as there is only a handful of them left. He is confident in his better skills, is also an adaptive thinker and knows how to analyse a situation quickly to determine the best possible action to take. Of course, he is not infallible but over the years, his Altmer arrogance has mellowed, allowing him to consider routes his fellow Altmers would never stoop to.
History: (can be tweaked depending on plot, etc)
Born in the last few years of the Third Era, his parents were killed when he was two while fleeing the flood of Deadra that entered Summerset Isle. They managed to place him in the care of their kinsmen at the Crystal Tower before dying, and there he stayed with several other younglings, hiding in the deepest chambers of the Tower when the Deadra swarmed the Altmer's last stronghold. However, he has no recollection of their faces and names.
Vildarr grew up in the early stages of the Fourth Era as an orphan in the care of a small group of Altmer veterans who were present at the Last Stand of the Crystal Tower, listening to his caretakers' stories and ideas about unifying the lands. It is no wonder he decided to join the Aldmeri Dominion when it was recreated in Fourth Era 29.
In Fourth Era 171, when the Great War was waged between the armies of the Aldmeri Dominion and the Imperials, Vildarr participated in the invasion of Cyrodill more, specifically, Western Cyrodill. Under Lord Arannelya's command, the portion of the army that crossed Western Cyrodill took Avil and Kvatch before crossing the border into Hammerfall and invading the Redguard's homeland. When the Imperial city was retaken by the Cyrodillic-Skyrim armies, the Dominion and the Imperials agreed to a ceasefire and thus the White-Gold Concordat was formed. At this time, Vildarr had already participated in numerous battles and seen the Aldmeri Lords' increasingly fanatic beliefs that the Altmeri were superior. Having experienced the world outside Summerset Isle, Vildarr became rather disillusioned with the ideas of the Dominion, especially when he witnessed worshippers of Talos - men, women, children and elderlies alike - being mercilessly cut down.
A decade after accepting the position of Thalmor Justicar and being stationed in Skyrim, Vildarr made a decision to quit the Dominion. While he was no stranger to death and bloodshed, he didn't care for senseless killings of children and those who couldn't fight back. Hence, when the opportunity came, he freed the prisoners that were locked up in the Dominion Headquarters and faked his death during the outbreak, making the other Thalmor think that he was killed in the scuffle. Now free, he travelled over Skyrim for several years, making profits by doing odd jobs and contracts. He bumped into a rather insane but amusing joker by the name of Cicero one day, helping him free the carriage and following him to his destination. That was the start of Vildarr joining the Dark Brotherhood.
After completing a job in Riften - before he took on the position as Listener, a blood Dragon attacked the city of Dawnstar. Assassin or no, one couldn't run when the Dragon itself made one's stead a target. Between the efforts of the guards and himself, they managed to bring the Dragon down. That was when things got strange. Although he didn't know what it was at the time, he absorbed his first Dragon soul. The event sent him diving back into the shadows for a year, digging through any archives the Brotherhood could get their hands on and discovering he was apparently a Dragonborn. Meeting the Greybeards in High Hrothgar set him on a journey of no return which will eventually lead him to confronting Alduin, and the final battle will then decide who lived or died.
"If you find it hard to face the future, then face it day by day. A little at a time and you'll still reach that point eventually."
Name: Guiren Liam Li (usually goes by Liam)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jet black, straight hair that is left to hang below his shoulder in an uneven cut, Liam's dark hazel eyes are almost always hidden behind a curtain of long, uneven fringe. Apparently, he has his father's nose, thin lips and sharp chin. His slender frame, oval face and eyes are all his mother's. When he isn't hunched over a book or a computer, he stands at the height of 177cm, weighing 69kg. Since he typically wears long pants and hoodie over his shirt, his skin is rather pale beneath his clothes, contrasting sharply with his dark hair.
Attire: When he is not in school, he favours short-sleeve T-shirts, jeans and comfortable sneakers. Typically, he also wears a black or grey thigh-length jacket, unzipped, over his top.
Arcana: Hanged Man
Weapon: A double-bladed glaive measuring 1.5m in length, from one tip to the other.
Personality: Blunt and frank with his words, his polite and formal way of talking usually offsets the impact they make. He doesn't believe in sugar-coating his words, preferring to tell facts as they appear. Liam's sense of humour typically revolves around sarcasm and despite his quiet air of confidence, is actually prone to indulging in self-blame should something go wrong. He can spend hours analysing past situation and listing what he could have done better.
Liam has patience in spades, partly through nature and nurture. He is able to calmly await outcomes and don't mind sitting through long conversations, one-sided or otherwise. As a side-effect, he is not easily agitated no matter the circumstances. One had to be extremely patient when dealing with three younger siblings and a good handle on their self-control in order not to strangle them, after all. As the eldest son, it has been pounded into his brain that he is responsible for his younger siblings, especially with his father absent. Hence, he doesn't really bother taking care of his health (mental or physical), only enough to ensure he can function at what he deems his peak condition.
His loyalty, once given, is unquestionable and unwavering. Nothing can and will break it. Unfortunately, his trust and loyalty are very difficult to gain. To date, the only one who holds his irrefutable loyalty is his family and a couple of friends who have stuck with him since childhood. While Liam might not be one of the most intelligent person out there, he makes up for it by viewing the world through logic. Well, he is more one-part heart and four-parts logic. If it doesn't concern his friends or family, he sticks to cold, hard facts. But when those he cares for is involved in an unfavourable situation, he becomes easily agitated and reckless.
Determination is in his blood. He is one to persevere even if everyone says it's impossible. Once he sets his sight on a goal or his mind on a decision, it is extremely difficult to dissuade him. He will give his all - and then more - just to accomplish his objective and receive that sense of satisfaction from doing so. Liam doesn't like to be told to give up, and would even willingly risk his life to achieve what he wants.
Backstory: Born in London, United Kingdom, to a Chinese father and a Korean mother, Liam lived a normal, peaceful life for the first five years of his life. His father was a businessman, a relatively well-off one even if he managed only the branch businesses of his own father's empire. Liam's mother was a high school teacher who decided not to continue teaching the moment she was pregnant with her first child. She wanted to be there when her child grew up, and since his younger brother was born when he turned five, followed by a twin brother and sister two years later, she simply became a housewife. Liam's father had always been the breadwinner, anyway, so it was no loss.
Brought up under strict, traditional parents, Liam readily accepted the role as the eldest son, fully experiencing the brunt of such responsibilities when he turned nine. One night, his father failed to return home. It turned out he was involved in a car accident due to the other party being distracted while driving, resulting in a head-on collision. With his father gone, his mother had to take up work again, leaving two infants and a toddler in the care of her eldest. From a young age, he became rather proficient in balancing school and household chores, sharing his mother's burden of keeping the family going.
When he turned thirteen, Liam's grandfather finally got in contact with them, looking to persuade Liam to leave Australia and return to China, where he would be groomed to take over the family business. Take over the position his father would have held had he not passed unexpectedly. Torn between obeying the official head of the family and staying with his mother and siblings, he managed to come to a compromise with his grandfather. Only after he graduates from university would he go back, but it had to be with the whole family.
A year later marked Liam's first time experiencing the Dark Hour. He was on his way home from a friend's house one night when suddenly, the sky and surrounding buildings turned green and random puddles appeared on the streets. The atmosphere turned heavy, temperature dropping sharply a few degrees, causing the hair on his body to stand on end. Freaked by this sudden, strange change, he sprinted all the way back home, afraid to linger longer outside. He didn't meet any members of his family as he ran to his room, something he didn't question during that time. In the safety of his home, he burrowed into his bed, convincing himself he was hallucinating due to extreme exhaustion. Everything was fine when he woke up, so Liam pushed that incident to the back of his mind, forcefully forgetting about it. Now and again he experienced the strange phenomenon, but each time he was at home, telling himself it was all imagination.
Those once in a blue moon occurrence eventually stopped, and Liam thought he could return to living like he didn't experience strange things for a few years, that nothing was ever wrong with him. Then 2010 can about and a strange symptom dubbed the "P3" hit UK's capital. At first, it wasn't a large issue, but when children after children fell victim day after day, panic began to settle. Liam was no exception. Being seventeen, he would be fine, so would his nearly thirteen-year-old younger brother. But the twins weren't. And much to his despair, his sister failed to stir from sleep one morning. With no cure found and nothing he can do, he decided to seek help from his grandfather, who had a pharmaceutical company under his name. The conditions his grandfather put forth was harsher this time with no room for negotiations, but with his youngest brother and sister's life on the line, he can't refuse.
Theme Song: "Shadow of the Day" - Linkin Park
Persona Name: Yang Jian
Ultimate Persona: Erlang Shen
Persona Appearance: Standing at 220cm tall, Yang Jian looks as human as any other person walking the earth at first glance. Sun-tanned beige skin, two eyes, a nose, two rounded ears, two arms and two legs. Perfectly normal, if one ignores his gleaming red eyes and lustrous silver hair. However, if one ran their fingertips over any exposed features of this relatively tall being, it will be pretty evident it isn't human. What appears to be skin is cold and hard to the touch, smooth and flawless like the finest porcelain. His hair is made out of strands of wire-thin silver metal, malleable but capable of piercing through skin and flesh if enough force is applied. His eyes are of chiselled red jade, seeming to see nothing and everything at once. The Persona is clad in long, flowing robes of white, red and black with armour beneath, braces on both arms and boots on its feet. It carries a three-pronged spear with a black and red shaft and silver blade.
Persona Skills: Mazio, Lunge, Resist Wind
Yang Jian is Physically-focused Persona, moderating its defence and offence. Its strength obviously lies in the Physical aspects, with Electric magic being its primary element but its weakness is Wind. It's innate resistance to Psychic, but weak to Curse.
Character Relevance: When he was alive, Yang Jian was a general unwaveringly loyal to his sovereign, but gave his devotion and love to his family. For his lord, he was willing to go through with the effort of hunting down his uncle and cutting him down after discovering that man was working for the opposing faction. For his family, Yang Jian toiled day and night in the field when famine struck, foraging for food and water, giving what little he can get his hands on to his wife and children, eating only when there is enough. He died in the hands of the enemy, satisfied that his sacrifice allowed the war to be won even if he lost the battle. In terms of self-sacrifice and dogged-determination, Liam is similar to Yang Jian. He would douse the world in flames for his younger siblings if it meant they would be safe. He would go to great lengths to ensure his goals are achieved, not stopping until his task is done.
"Death should be the least of one's fears."
Name: Bayard
Gender: Male
Appearance: In his true form, Bayard is a heterochromatic black and tan hound that stands at 63cm in height. There are two vertical scars running down the left side of his face, starting from the forehead, running over his eyelids and down the side of his face, coming to a stop above his neck. On the right side of his face, another jagged scar runs nearly horizontally over his neck, as if someone had tried beheading him.
In his human form, he possesses a slender physique, standing at 168cm tall. Shaggy black and brown hair, he retains his scars and heterochromatic eyes. His attire consists of a black, high-collared, long sleeve shirt, black slacks, brown boots and brown fingerless gloves.
Arcana: The Moon
Power: Like the other Awakened Shadows, he can transform into a human form. His other ability, Chameleon, is limited to nighttime when the moon is out, and directly tied to how much moonlight there is. He is able to bend the moonlight to hide himself by blending into his surroundings. Of course, the brighter the moon, the more thoroughly he blends in.
Weapons: A katar dagger.
Personality: Bayard's personality is an ambiguous one: For the most part, he comes off as a sweet, docile, and sometimes shy youth when around people, whether they be friends, acquaintances or strangers. He usually shies away from attention, preferring to observe instead of being observed. Polite speech, courteous manners and quiet voice all contribute to people taking less notice of him, and lessens the chances of him making any impactful impression. As he gives off an honest and simple vibe, people tend to lower their guards around him, allowing themselves to be easily manipulated by him. As such, Bayard's role lies in being a spy and scout, leading people astray or gathering information.
However, his seemingly docile demeanour masks his darker side, which is that of a cold, ruthless, and calculating individual who has little problem in using others for his ends, which is ensuring his survival. He will resort to cruel and mostly violent methods if he truly feels threatened. He knows what he is - simply a being of congealed negative emotions - and he fears disappearing. Death is an absolution, one he doesn't mind. It is the thought of his physical body gone but his consciousness remaining that terrifies him. He doesn't like being a Shadow, constantly worried that he might vanish without a trace, but he can't become human either. Beneath all the violent and ruthless tendency lies self-disgust, paranoia and a need to prove that he can do something, even if it's working towards a goal he didn't care a whit about.
Theme song: "Flaws" - Bastille
Persona Name: Nue
Ultimate Persona: Yet unknown
Persona Appearance: A large beast with the head of a monkey, the ears and horns of a goat, the body of a tiger and a tail of a snake - the top half of a snake, that is.
Persona Skills: Curse Boost, Eiha, Bless Resist, Cleave, Bufu
Nue is a Persona mainly focused on Curse and is weak to Bless. It resists Ice but is weak to Fire.
Character Relevance: The Nue's various animal parts in one body represents Bayards ambiguous personality: cold and ruthless like a snake, elusive like a monkey, docile like a goat and violent like a tiger. In addition, Nue is a beast shunned by humans as the bringer of disasters but refrained from interacting with other mythical beings due to its strange appearance which it loathes.
