Nerevarine

Convergence of a Memory: Radix Arboris Magni (Alt-History/Crossover RP)

I am mildly interested. Though out of curiosity for compatibility I have a dimension hopping character where the some of the dimensions are, excuse me, were preexisting RPs that no longer exist. Since there is some controversy involved with a character of that kind of history, I want to check with you about it if that would be an issue. If I were to submit a character whose story is to that he traveled from one Rp to the next explained via dimensional world hopping, would that be allowed?

Essentially the character in one shape or form has done part of your RPs premise where the other worlds were other RPs. He’s a history seeker and story teller mainly.

Otherwise, I’ll just leave it at ‘mildly interested’ and might join with an original character once it’s live.

@Randomness

Yeah, a character who's already been involved with dimension hoping is all fine and good. If you want you can PM me the character in question so I can look them over.

Superheroine struggle (F/F 18+)

Id be down to do this, sounds like fun

Convergence of a Memory: Radix Arboris Magni (Alt-History/Crossover RP)

Uh, hey.

I'd be down for this. Is there any more specific lore?

@Gisk

Ill write up a lore post when I'm home from work

Convergence of a Memory: Radix Arboris Magni (Alt-History/Crossover RP)

Long Ago, the world was contained within only one timeline and within a single world. When strife and discord fell upon the universe, the Three Great Sages decided to restart the universe, fragmenting the root of the timeline into a mighty tree of timelines, each separated by a barrier so that this new multiverse may never reach the dangerous scale of its predecessor.

However, the multiverse now finds itself once again in chaos. The barriers are beginning to break apart, monsters appear in worlds unknown to them, technological marvels are brought into stone age worlds, and wealders of magic are placed into mundane realms.

In one such world, the entity calling himself Hiko, a former being of power demoted to a mere solar custodian in one of these worlds, has sought to take advantage of this breakdown of barriers to attain as much power as possible. His subordinate, Gin, sent out a beacon across the collapsing multiverse, and was expelled from the realm if Immortals, to Earth, hoping to gather a collection of those strong enough to help stop the potential collapse of the world and the attainment of Hiko's vengeance upon the universe for his demotion to a lesser entity.

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This RP is a spiritual successor to a former RP that I unfortunately did not have the time to properly manage at the moment. I decided to try and start my own take on a similar premise with an entirely new and original multiverse setting and see if I can recapture the magic of that old RP.

Convergence of a Memory is a multiversal crossover RP that takes place in a split timeline that is starting to collapse in upon itself. A beacon has been sent out across the multiverse to call upon heros who will help fight against the threat of total multiversal collapse as egged on by the disgruntled former god Hiko. The story involves our heros transversing the multiverse, which consists of alternative histories, fandom worlds, original worlds, alternate timelines of fandom worlds, etc, etc. The possibilities are endless.

I'm looking for a small to medium sized group, and you do not need only to play heroes, you can be a villain character too, but bear in mind that if you want to be a villain we will have to discuss it to make sure it fits within the plot I have planned.

Base Rules

1. Characters should be reasonably powered at least at the beginning of the game. We can all be OP later.
2. No explicit 18+ content. At least not on the main game, whatever you want to do in Private Messages is none of my business
3. Species isn't important for characters, be a non-human/non-humanoid as long as it's reasonable, just nothing too absurd. If you're not sure, run it by me
4. Posting a world is not necessary for making a character but I'd appreciate it since we might visit some characters home worlds if I like them enough.

Let me know if you're interested

Bionicle RP?

I'm interested

Kingdom Hearts - Lights of the Multiverse [Latest Reboot]

Palace of the Balchranae, Renovation

One Day Earlier
_{Collab with @Letter Bee}

Luminita rose to her feet, stretching to release the tension in her muscles. Sleeping late was not usually a part of her daily routine, but for situations such as these, extra rest was imperative. A meeting would take place today, one of great importance. She would have to get dressed quickly.

At her side, the trusted companion, Mogquis was perched diligently at his post.

"Good morning, Miss Draculea! You are awake quite late today, kupo."

Luminita gave a tired nod to her moogle, before tossing the covers off of her bed, making her way to her dresser, retrieving a uniform, typical of those involved in the Byzantine Special Operations, but with a particular insignia, that of the Order of the Dragon, emblazoned proudly on the sleeves and chest.

"I trust you sent out those invitations as I asked?"

The Moogle looked at the ground in a mixture of confusion and embarrassment

"Hmm?" Luminita pressed her inquiry

"No...kupo. I must have forgotten."

Luminita scowled, "Then I trust you know to get to it right away, we do not have any time to spare!"

With that, Luminita finished, excusing the moogle to tend to his duties. Exiting from her chamber, she was to seek out her fellow leader on this assignment.

Tocsax was weary - Despite his youthful form, he was prematurely aged inside. Clad in his dark robes, he waited to meet Luminita in one of the palace's more covert briefing rooms, a secret chamber hidden beneath one of the ladies' powder rooms. This secret chamber was large enough to fit five people, a desk, a miniature computer, and some documents and a few small pistols - Those ought to be enough. Once Luminita had found her way in, he looked at her and said, "You arrived just in time. I hope that the invitations to the squad that will secure the 'contingency world' have been sent?"

Luminita winced at the question. "Unfortunately, there was a clerical error with my assistant." She sighed as she spoke again, "Mogquis is sending the invitations as we speak, they should be arriving any time now."

Lumnita quickly changed the subject before the other could interject with a quip of his own, "As I'm sure you're aware, we lost contact with our scouts in the target world quite recently, so we suspect that knowledge of the area may have been severely compromised if the Local Warlord proclaiming himself as the Messiah knows to directly target our agents. It looks like things will be more difficult than we previously anticipated."

Tocsax sighs at that, "Are there any hints that Leo had managed to contact this 'local warlord' after all? The main assumption of the mission was that for once, we can get there before he has an inkling of what we're up to. Has that been nullified?"

Luminita nodded, "From what we gather about this character is that he has proclaimed himself to be the Jewish Messiah, by way of an angel proclaiming revelation to him directly. We hypothesize that this "Angel" may have some connection to Leo, and has directed him to begin targeting those they can identify with us. Beyond that, we have no information, not even this so-called messiah's name. We're dangerously in the dark here, and it may be for the benefit of our invitees if we keep them...on a need to know basis, lest they compromise our mission."

Luminita pointed to the Levant, "We'll start out here in Israel, the Axumites don't have a strong presence here, unlike in most of Africa or in Arabia, so we can stay hidden until necessary...but once we have to go into Arabia...the Axumites have much of Arabia under occupation, so the danger is high there..."

"We can probably go east, to Persia, and take a ship from the Sassanid Empire to Mecca, and bypass most of the Axumite occupation." Luminita smiled, "And from there, we get the two prophets away from danger, east to..." moving her finger across the map eastward to Kaifeng in China. "Here. Where the warlords can't reach them, and where they can flourish in the height of civilization."

"Sound plan, no?" she inquired, smiling.

"It is," Tocsax was impressed. "But two things. One, is the Destined Star - Capella Auriga - one of the prospective invitees, and has the Stellar Keychain meant to amplify her powers been sent to her yet? Two... There are ancient notes from the Mysterious Tower of Epibatai that something - Or someone - powerful and connected with the Old Keyblade Order is lying in wait inside the Green Sahara universe. That something might be an asset we'd need to deny to Leo... Or try and get to our side, if possible."

"The Star Child has been sent the keychain with her invitation", Luminita assured Tocsax. "At least she will once Mogquis sends the invitation out."

She pondered on this information, "I will be sure to keep my eyes open. I have done some research on this area. The talk of a lost empire, from a fallen one of the ancient ranks..." Luminita snapped back, "But this is all mythology, no? Even if it's worth looking into, could a human being live that long?" She pondered over it a bit longer, It seemed unlikely, but more bizarre things have come to pass before. "It's only been recently that we could even contact this world, could it not be that whatever this power was, that it has passed, and that is why we can make contact with the Green Sahara?"

Luminita caught sight of a pink flash in the corner of her eye as Mogquis entered into the chamber. "Miss Draculea, Mr. Tocsax, kupo. The invitations have been sent out by way of moogles, they should arrive by tomorrow."

"Wonderful news!" Luminita proclaimed, "Our plan is set into motion. And with that, I should go prepare the accommodations and debriefing for our new arrivals." She turned back to Tocsax, "Do you have any final points to discuss, Tocsax?"

Tocsax had a final thing to say, "Just this. Whatever happens, one of our groups has to succeed in their mission. Otherwise, all will be lost, including our contingencies."

Across the Multiverse
_{@Tenma Tendo@Double}
At Luminita's orders, Mogquis sent off a fleet of moogles on gummi ships to the various lands inhabited by the chosen few who would go on to aid on the journey to secure the Green Sahara against the forces of darkness, each was sent with a simple note, inviting them to the cause.

Come quickly, chosen few, to the Palace of the Balchranae in the world of Renovation, for the thousands of Universes in Existence stand on the edge of a knife. From there, to the world of Green Sahara, and thence forward to the Kingdom of Israel, and in Israel, look for a village called Bethlehem and fly above it as a Star. There, a legion of Heartless seek to slay a child named Yeshua, a child born of a Virgin Birth. Do not let them touch him, or all is lost. After you've saved Bethlehem, go to the western side of a Peninsula called Arabia, and save a city called Mecca from an invading army calling themselves the Kingdom of Axum. Do not let a single Axumite - Or their own legions of Heartless - get within 50 miles of the city. Another birth of immense importance is to occur there.

The Moogle sent to the world of Capella was equipped with a further note.
As proof that we are right, we are sending, with the Moogle, a symbol; a Keychain that empowers the Keyblade, The Moogle bringing the message then brought a triangle of platinum with three symbols at its corners, one a pure golden circle, and the other two finely engraved pictures of Frankinsence and Myrrh. Attach this Keychain onto Halcyon, and attain great power.

Palace of the Balchranae, Renovation

Present Day

"Good morning, Miss Draculea, kupo." Mogquis chimed, "The Invitations have been sent out, the arrivals should be coming soon. We should make our way to the throne room as soon as we can."

Luminita shook her head, "We are on a need to know basis, for the moment. We will have to skip the throne room and explain the mission to our companions on the ride to the Green Sahara." With that, Luminita went off to the airfield to meet with the arrivals, and hurry them onto the Gummi ship for quick transfer over to Green Sahara in one piece.

While Meri and Sunja were in the midsts of their argument, Auxentia took the time to examine her surroundings. The little girl would be quite the humorous sight, being dressed almost like a small ancient Roman soldier, in makeshift armor fashioned from the broken pieces of those dead soldiers she scavenged it from, her tunic, long turned to a sallow color from hiding in the dirt from horrors, but a red cloak covering her body with the oversized helmet on her head. Perhaps she would even be somewhat cute if it wasn't for the ravages of malnutrition leaving her repulsively skinny, and the dirt and grime on her giving not only a greasy look, coupled with her matted, oily hair, but the odor of a child who couldn't remember the last time she had bathed. Anyone around her would be thrilled when the filthly little girl would be taken back to be scrubbed clean and made presentable. Auxentia herself thought about this, there was no way she was in any position to be presented to royalty like this. Still, this was Roman royalty, and she would be damned if she cared to be respectful to the same people who enslaved her and put her in this position. Yet, she wasn't sure if these were even the same Romans, the Palace was, while so familiar, also so different from what she remembered in her brief time in Constantinople. Still, she went along with it, best not to aggravate people who have the means to turn you into cheese with their swords should you offend them.

As the team was herded, Auxentia got a look at another woman, Luminita, making her way to the airfield as they left. She wondered what she was up to before snapping back to reality, lest she get in the way of any of the others. Auxentia wasn't sure what to make of them, the two women in the front seemed rather disinterested in the others, who the girl found difficult to parse. What surprised her the most of all was the appearance of a boy her age. The thought of anyone else as old as her being recruited for such a mission was unfathomable. She gripped onto the book in her hand tightly, pressing it against her chest. She wondered, if that boy also had some special power like what the Gnosticum gave to her.

Meanwhile, Meri was trying her best not to make eye contact with the infuriated nun casting deathly eyes in her direction. She understood the suspicion, but still was bothered by it. The Selenites had done terrible things, that much was true, but Meri had left that all behind, turned against Chang-e's machinations and fought to defend humanity. Still, she understood the hostility, yet it looked like only this Sunja figure was also from her homeworld, as the others didn't seem to look at her with the same hateful gaze. Meri removed her hat, as her long, rabbit-like ears stood up to listen around the palace. Such strange new sounds and sights, humans had advanced quite far by this period, almost like that of what was being done on the Moon. Unlike Sunja, who seemed lost in time shock, Meri was quite aware of what the technology of the Byzantines was, or was able to infer it by what the Selenites had of their own.

Her ears perked up at the request for medical attention, to which Meri shook her head, "I'm in good health, but I think that kid there might need to get looked at." She said, pointing over to Auxentia, who quickly pulled her helmet over her face as eyes turned to her, "Poor thing looks like she hasn't eaten or bathed in months."

Auxentia trembled at the thought of the others judging her. It was true, and she was lucky enough to have been given the food and drink by the man they sent to escort her to the palace, but her stomach did still hurt, and she did have a few injuries that were never properly treated. A moogle quickly dispensed a small drink to the girl, some kind of liquid, instructing her to drink. A quick drink of the potion gave Auxentia an instant rush of energy, unlike anything she had felt before. As the Moogle spirited away the empty glass, the group continued moving along to the Throne room, where all was explained to them.

Parallel worlds, an evil wizard, and a quest to save everything. Auxentia found it all very difficult to digest, but she tried her best. Meanwhile, Meri and Sunja listened intently, with Sunja speaking first, "A simple enough goal, but if I may inquire, Nobelissimos, how shall we go about putting an end to this Leo's plans?"

Conflicts of Eae't (Dark Fantasy Nation RP)

WIP, but want to get something out so I can start collabing

Kingdom of the Perkones

=-=General Information=-=
Capital: None
Demonym: Perkoni
Language: Perkoni language
Religion: Perkonic Paganism

Government: Tribal coalition under a High King
Population: 3,500,000

Races

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The Perkoni (Elflike Beastfolk)

The Perkones are a species that has unclear origins. It is assumed that they are native to the mountains of their homeland, and are proposed as a more primitive sister species to elves, with more animalistic traits in the form of their catlike ears, sharp teeth, strictly carnivorous diet, and retention of tails.

The Westmen (Human)

After the conquest of Westfield by the Ruhsoi, the humans who remained in Perkoni controlled territory, called Irġiel tal-Punent in their own language, coalesed into clan units occupying an unclear position within the Ruhsoi tribe. Existing within Perkoni society, these humans adopted aspects of the Ruhsoi culture, mixed into their Lounattar heritage. Like the Perkoni, they are cannibalistic and participate in sentient sacrifices, and retain elements of Lounattar culture, though they would no longer be recognizable to the modern people of El'Akim.

As Humans and Perkoni are incapable of producing offspring together, Ruhsoi and Westmen were incapable of creating lasting tribal alliances, and the two groups were never able to fully integrate, which was used as leverage by Blaisa in the conquest of the Ruhsoi, offering the Westmen proper tribe status should they ally with her. In her victory, the Westmen now occupy a unique position as a human tribe within the Perkoni political structure.

Forchite Elves

Forchite Elves were the original inhabitants of the Great Fork, settling the area between the two rivers in the time of Muha, divinding into agricultural city states. The cities were conquered by the Perkoni. As Perkoni and Elves are able to produce fertile offspring, the Forchite Elves were incorporated into the Perkoni tribal structure, and now constitute distinct clans within several major tribes.

The assimilation of the Forchites has been near total, with their only defining cultural traits being their preference for artisan work and the small numbers of speakers of the Fork Elvish language.

History

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Pre and Proto-History
Felinoid humanoids are not unheard of, but the exact origins of the Perkoni, or populations ancestral to them is entirely unclear. Tales from eastern cultures seem to make reference to cannibalistic peoples inhabiting eastern mountain ranges. At some point, these peoples were expelled, and no further references to them appear. Later historical documents make reference to a group of felinoid beastmen, assumed to either be the Perkoni themselves, or populations that were ancestral to them, arriving from the east. These people settled in the area between the x and y rivers, quickly overrunning and forcing pre-existing populations to either flee or be eradicated. These lands became infamous as the origin of raiders and pirates navigating the rivers. The first documented reports of the Cannabis plant being present in the west appear at this time as well.


_{The dreaded Proto-Perkoni, the beastmen who migrated from the mountains.}

At this early period, the Perkoni do not produce any documents detailing their own history, being seemingly illiterate at this time. Rather, all proto-history about them is told through the eyes of their neighbors, who paint a picture of a purely savage people living at the periphery of civilization.

Early History
The first 600 years of Perkonic history are extremely vague. The earliest written documents are in an alphabetic system seemingly created from scratch, though only used for either King lists dating back to around 2A 100, or for documenting livestock and slaves. Written prayers to the spirits are found buried under trees, written on hemp paper.

Shortly after their arrival, according to oral traditions, the Perkoni split into 3 major clans, the Feletsi, the Bofes, and the Ruhsoi. The Feletsi largely settled in the forklands proper, integrating with the Elves to the greatest extent, while the Bofes and Ruhsoi moved east. The Bofes split, with a smaller clan, the Siluri, adopting a more agricultural lifestyle, remaining by the Floodplains, while the pastoral Bofes continued to the pastures eastward. Offshoots of the Feletsi and Siluri would coalesce on the other side of the territory, along the southern river floodplains, joining into the Finnoi, while the Ruhsoi would continue the most eastward of all the tribes.

At this time, the Ruhsoi were under the leadership of a powerful king named Malgos, who had, through a great cattle raid, which was put to paper as an epic poem later, in which the Ruhsoi stole the cattle of all 5 of the other tribes, Malgos came across the pastures of the land known as the Westfield. Westfield was under the control of El'Akim. Malgos, inspired by the success of his cattle raid, crossed the border to begin raiding and settling in Westfield. The Mass migration of the Perkoni earned resistance from the Lounattar, eventually forcing the King of El'Akim, Joshua, to meet Malgos in battle at Stony Brook, where the Ruhsoi crushed their enemy. Legend says that Malgos himself dealt the fatal blow to Joshua, ripping his enchanted sword from his hand, but the Spirits, infuriated with Malgos' hubris, denied him the chance to slay his enemy and consume his liver, with the King escaping from Malgos, but dying from his wounds later, and Malgos being bitten by a mosquito in the heat of battle, infecting him with a fever that would too kill him shortly after his return home.

Malgos left behind 5 sons, however, only 2 are known to have lived. The first was his eldest son, Cassius, who had his younger brothers killed to secure his place as Malgos' sucessor. The Second was his 3rd son, Calatos, who fled upon discovering his brother's plan to have him killed after slaying an attempted assassin, but managed to steal the Enchanted sword of their father before his escape. Calatos found asylum among the Feletsi, where the King tasked him with slaying a horror, which he managed to do with his sword. The sword was then offered by Calatos to the king in exchange for marriage to his daughter, which was granted, and Calatos was made a chief for his actions.

Around 2A 350, proto-history as told by oral traditions end, and the king lists began to evolve into written histories tracing back the lineage of kings and how they fit into the Tribal History. These poems, part history, part genealogy, are littered with mythology and thus serve little to give an accurate picture of the Perkoni, but give insight into their view of the world and their place within it. The poems do confirm that nearly all Perkonic tribes believe in a mass migration to their current homeland from the east, in line with the earliest references to them.

The Great Servile War and the end of Ruhsoi Hegemony

_{Dumnovalos, leader of the Slave Rebellion, and an example of the Meso-Perkoni of the mid-second era, showing the appearance of strong elven features and the adoption of elven styles of dress.}
By the time of the mid-second era, the Perkoni were extensively intermixed with elves due to the extensive practice of keeping elves as sex slaves and concubines, to the point that much of their beastly features such as fur and more catlike facial features gave way to elf-like faces. These so-called "Meso-Perkoni" quickly became the dominant species in the lands controlled by the tribes, with the elves being reduced to a minority, relegated to a few clans. So too did the Perkoni begin to adopt more elven behaviors, with a transition from pastoralism to agriculturalism being widespread even in the lands of traditionally nomadic tribes such as the Ruhsoi and Bofes. The production of wine and mead became a major industry for the Perkoni at this time, and the Perkoni began to exchange their "barbarian" clothing of pants and tunics for "civilized" elven gowns and kimonos. The Forchite language, taught to kings and shamans by elven slave tutors, became a second tongue for educated Perkones. At the same time, the Lounattar population of the Westfield, through influence of the Meso-Perkoni and intermarriage with elves, began to adopt elements of Perkoni and Forchite culture, diverging from their brethren in El'Akim into a new culture, the horsemen known as the Westmen.

Though the Ruhsoi had established themselves as dominant over the other Perkoni tribes for much of their history, the raw power of the Ruhsoi began to decline with the death of Malgos and the ascension of his son Cassius, who proved to lack the power to keep absolute Ruhsoi dominance, with the Feletsi and Finnoi breaking from the hegemony in the White War, where Cassius was paralyzed after receiving a broken neck. Cassius died two years later, with his nephew Gaisos taking over. Gaisos, seeking retribution, had the Ruhsoi carry out a massive slave raid on the Finnoi, taking back 200 slaves, among them, a young boy named Dumnovalos and his mother. Gaisos would reign for 10 years before he was killed by his sister, Slania, who was deposed by a betrayal by her royal guardsman, Virigusus, who had Slania sold into slavery, where she encountered Dumnovalos and the other slaves of a farmer. Slania, seeking a chance to restore her throne, promised Dumnovalos and his fellow slaves freedom should they help her take back her throne. Dumnovalos, who had lost his mother not long ago due to the cruelty of his master, agreed, and organized a slave revolt with Slania. After seizing their master's farm and killing him, the revolting slaves marched across the territory of the Ruhsoi, stealing horses, burning farms and massacring cattle en mass. Before eventually meeting with the usurper king and killing him, however, as Slania was killed in the war, the Ruhsoi were sent into a succession crisis without any surviving members of the Cassid dynasty. Seeing that their amnesty was lost with Slania's death, the slaves fled, taking their seized cattle and horses with them, and leaving the lands of the Ruhsoi in chaos, breaking their long established hegemony.

The current tribal confederation is lead by the unifier herself, Blaisa, who has placed her tribe, the Feletsi, and her clan, the Pentiloi, at the forefront of the confederation, and begun negotiations with external groups to secure the future of the Perkoni in the face of a changing world.

Culture

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The Perkones live in small mobile settlements, centered around round houses created with thatched roofs. Tribes usually have two settlements, one higher in the mountains, and another lower, that they move to as the herds of sheep migrate. Their entire culture is centered around the herding of sheep and goats, which they lead between seasonal locations for grazing. The Perkones make their clothing from wool and goatskin, eat a diet consisting mostly of goat and sheep meat, and engage in ritualized sheep theft.

Childhood and Growing Up
Perkoni usually have 1-3 children per pregnancy. When a child is born, the father must ritually accept the children, and any that are not accepted are buried to kill them. Children are inspected for any defects or illnesses, or to see if they look too sickly. Girls are favored over boys, as the allowance of a woman to have plural marriages allows for more potential family alliances. Children are not given names for the first few years of their lives, as it is assumed that they have not yet gained the favor of the protective spirits with sacrifices, and thus are susceptible to being targeted by evil spirit attracted to their name. As they have no spiritual protection, it is assumed children are more likely to become ill and die.

When the child is first able to swallow solid food, they are considered to have moved beyond babies and are now "children". The occasion is marked with the sacrifice of a slave, and the child is fed their first cannibalistic meal, which gains them the protection of the spirits by having partaken in the sacrifice. Children are also given a coin with which to symbolically "pay" for the slave.

After this, Children are given a special amulet, made from a carved bone from the slave, to wear to show their status as a legal child, and that they have participated in a sacrifice to other spirits.

Most children live fairly similar lives until they reach the age of 15, in which one of four paths will open up depending on their social class.

Marriage
Among the laborer caste, 15 is the age of marriage. Marriages are typically arranged by the parents of the couple, and mostly for utilitarian reasons. As the Perkoni are matrilocal, men move into their wife's residence. This is the most important ceremony for those in the laborer caste, and from this point on they will mostly spend their time farming or crafting.

Military Stratification
Children of the Warrior caste have the most divergent of childhoods, being separated from their families to live in castra by the age of 5, where they undergo military training. By 15, they are separated into specialized schools depending on their status as "commoner" or noble. This continues on for another 10 years until they are ready to get married and resettle on either their father or wife's lands once again, until needed for war.

Religious Education
Children of the Shaman caste have lessons in writing and grammar of the Perkoni and Forchite languages, to prepare them for scribal work, and to get them familiar with the structure of the languages of the holy texts and songs. At 15, they are sequestered off into monasteries, where they are educated full time by an elder shaman who teaches them the proper rituals, songs, prayers, and such religious subjects. After 15 years, they are ready to get married and to find work among the communities of the Perkoni clans as spiritual leaders or as scribes to kings and nobles.

Political Education
At 15, children of the kings and chiefs are typically given an education to prepare them for their future leadership roles. This education is far from standardized and at the discretion of the parents.

At 20, all Perkoni are considered adults and are able to be held accountable for their following or breaking the Nafas law.

Clothing:

A Teenage Perkoi Girl showing typical women's clothing


A Young Perkoni man showing typical men's clothing

Clothing of the Perkones is typically made from their three main sources of cloth: hemp, sheep's wool, and cow leather. Hemp is the cheapest source, being widely available to even the poorest farmer. The cloth is considered useful, but common. Wool is second in prestige, being a common cloth, but reserved to garments such as cloaks or to blankets. Leather is the finest of the common materials. One who can afford a leather shirt would belong to the upper echelons of the tribe.

The finest of all materials is the skin of certain sapient races. The skin of humans and other Perkones is considered precious and usually used for decorative purposes such as gloves, curtains, or bookbinding. The skin of elves is considered the most precious of all, and only tribal chieftains are permitted to wear garments, such as gloves or arrow quivers, made from elven skin.

The Perkones are known for their love of vibrant colors, which they obtain through local plants and insects. The color red is the most common, created from the crushed shells of a type of beetle. Men and women alike wear tunics, reaching down midway past the knee.

Women typically wear a woolen shawl that they wrap around their bodies and over their heads in the winter, while men tend to don hooded cloaks made of wool. Perkones generally do not wear pants save for in the winter. Women wear a traditional turban, wrapped around their head except for their ears.

Shoes are made from leather, either leather from cattle, or Orcskin for the upper class. They are highly decorated, and often contain tribal markers.

Language:
One of the savages introduced me to their local word for wine, 'finom', and for red, "russom" while attempting to trade.
The Perkonic language is a fusional, highly inflected language. It has been described by outsiders as "beautiful" and "musical", despite the barbaric reputation of its speakers.

Cannabis Cultivation
Aside from the bulbous root, the savages are fond of another peculiar plant. It is a shrub, covered in jagged leaves. They collect the leaves and seeds for food, the later producing oil for cooking. Of particular note is their harvesting of the flowers, which they burn for its intoxicating effects.

Cannabis, known to the Perkoni as the Mother of the Mountains, was introduced to the west by the Perkoni shortly after their migration, and they have been cultivating it alongside the potato for all of their recorded history. It bears great cultural significance to them, and figures into much of their imagery alongside the Oak leaf. The plant is used for food, cloth, and paper, but of note to most outsiders is its use as an intoxicant. The flowers produce an intoxicating effect when burned, and as such, trade agreements to import these flowers have developed with the Perkoni, who willingly agree.

_{Perkoni smoking pipe}

Metallurgy traditions

Perkoni metalworking is characterized by inlaying, usually into Gold or Copper.

Social Structure
There does not appear to be significant differences in the lives of the men or women among the Perkones, all seem to live free lives, engaging in all the depravities of savage folk.
Stratification among the Perkones is based on inherent caste, with little in the way of gendered differences. Men and women have more or less the same freedoms, however, a herdsman, a warrior, and a shaman vary widely in their privileges.

Sexuality, Relationships, and Marriage
As Nafas concerns itself with sexual behaviors rather than sexual orientation, there is no cultural hostility towards same-sex behavior or relationships in Perkoni society. Rather, it is seen as a non-issue in most cases. The Perkoni place no value in chastity and virginity, and in general allow for a free expression of sexuality provided it does not transgress bounds set by nafas.
The Perkoni practice polyandrous marriage, a curious trait that developed in their prehistory. Women are permitted multiple husbands and are in fact encouraged to take multiple husbands according to Nafas. However, men may not take multiple wives, nor may those in same sex partnerships take multiple spouses as the Perkoni view these relationships as 'unproductive'. Members of the royal caste are expected to take a spouse with which they can produce an heir, regardless of their preferences.

Slavery
The lust for slaves seems unquenchable for the savages. They conduct nearly weekly slave raids, seemingly never satisfied, always spiriting away more victims.
Slavery is a very real institution among the Perkones, who routinely carry out slave raids against other tribes as well as neighboring nations. Slaves serve a variety of purposes. The most common of these is their use as farmhands. Slaves are used for maintaining cannabis crops, while the more respected maintenance of the livestock is handled by the farmer themselves. Slaves are not permitted to consume the flesh of high livestock such as cattle or goats and are fed a mixture of cannabis leaves (colloquially known as Perkoni Spinach), and meat from pigeons. Slaves have no rights, and are considered to be a form of livestock.

Slavery is, to the surprise of many, not a hereditary status, but a personal one. The children of slaves are not considered slaves, but freeborn members of the tribe. Children of slaves become the immediate inheritor of their parent after the death of the current owner, superseding even the immediate family of the owner. The child of a slave also has the right to intercede upon the decisions of a slaveowner, such as forbidding a slaveowner to kill their parent, with the right to kill a slaveowner who disobeys the demand. The right of tribal membership extends to non-Perkoni who are born in the tribal lands, and as such, a small number of non-Perkoni tribals exist.

Food

The staple food of the Perkoni is the potato, which they brought with them from the east. Along with potatoes, the Perkoni brought the cannabis plant, which they cultivate for the seeds, either eaten as they are, ground into powder, or used for making oil, or the leaves, which are colloquially known as 'Perkoni Spinach', either cooking them or using them to brew teas. Millet is cultivated for flour, which is used to create bread.

As a people who are dependant upon their domesticated animals, the Perkoni diet is filled with dairy products, with goat and cow cheeses coming in a variety of preparations. Milk is extremely common as a drink. Meat is common, but mostly being that from the domesticated pigeon. Flesh from hunted beasts, such as sand rats and wolfmen is commonly eaten as well, as are slaves and war captives in cannibalistic feasts.

Perkones cannot consume large quantities of sugar without becoming ill, and such have a long tradition of fermentation, being avid consumers of wine, mead, cider, and even some dairy-based alcoholic drinks.

Cannibalism

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The most infamous practice of the Perkoni to outsiders is that of cannibalism.

The Perkoni practice both cannibalism sensu stricto (eating members of their own species), and cannibalism sensu lato (eating members of any sapient, intelligent species). The tradition of cannibalism has a long history, seemingly predating the Perkoni themselves and originating in their ancestors. Cannibalism probably originated as a method of supplementing meat in their mountain diet but has since evolved into a cultural custom, and a revealed part of their heritage. The Perkoni believe that eating a being with a soul will increase the power of their own soul, and thus give them greater power in the afterlife while weakening the soul of their victim. It is believed by the Perkoni that those who are eaten will serve as slaves, or otherwise be subservient to the one who has consumed them, and thus cannibalistic meals are often tribal feasts.

The source of those who are killed and eaten is from war captives and slaves. To kill and eat a free person is considered murder.

Cannibalism is highly ritualized, specialized utensils, meal etiquette, and culinary terms have been developed for the consumption of sapient species. It is considered greatly taboo to eat the brain of a sapient being. It is believed that eating the brain of an intelligent lifeform will give the knowledge that the being acquired in their life, and the spirits will punish this transgression to the limits of mortal knowledge by stealing away their mind with madness and death.

Military

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The military of the Perkoni can be divided into three elements, that of the Epostres, the Milites, and the Levies. The first two elements, the Epostres and the Milites are drafted from the warrior caste of Perkonic society.

The Warrior Caste
The class system of the Perkoni is divided into 4 elements: The Kings, the Shamans, the Warriors, and the Laborers. The Warriors make up the landowning class of the Perkoni society, holding onto inhereted plots of land called pagini, which are distributed to families belonging to the laborer caste, who work the land and pay tribute to the warrior clan who own the land that they work.

The warrior caste involves a harsh education system where children belonging to the caste are separated from their parents at 5 years old to spend the next 20 years being trained in specialized regimens to become elite warriors of the Perkoni tribes. The first 5 years play out the same for members of the noble and common warrior caste, however, by the time that the children reach the age of 10 they are transferred to the specialized schools, the 'scola epostris' for the children of the nobility, and the 'scola militaris' for the children of the common caste.

The Epostres

Before their explusion from the eastern mountains, the Perkoni had domesticated the horse and the camel for use as beasts of burden and means of travel, in the mountain valleys that they inhabited. After their explusion, the forced migration into the grasslands of the west necessitated a transition away from a pastoral life into that of more agricultural one. However, the horse and camel remained as status symbols among the nobility, and quickly the two animals became the defining features of the military nobles.

According to Nafas law, only the nobility are permitted to ride a camel, and only the military nobles may ride a horse into battle. The result has been that the military nobles quickly evolved into a form of hereditary cavalry that operates as the most elite of Perkoni soldiers.

The Epostres, being of wealthy extraction, are able to afford the best weapons and armor available to the Perkoni, and are heavily armored, with steel polearms being their signature weapon. They are a formidable force, even if they make up the smallest portion of the military.

The Milites

The Milites are the lower class of the military caste, comprising of those soldiers trained to be foot soldiers. The milites function as infantry, archers, and any other function necessary, the Milites make up about 2/5 of the army. The milites, like all soldiers, are expected to provide their own weapons and armor, and being of the middle class, they typically are able to provide all necessary equipment at decent quality.

The Levies
Levies are the members of the laborer caste who are called to arms by their landholders. Being farmers, artisans, and generally not soldiers, they usually have little experience and are simply called in to fill the ranks.

Government

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How the government works and who is in charge of what, basically an explanation of how the nation runs itself and who is in charge of what province or who is responsible of what task. No government needs to be perfect, and it can be as cruel or incompetent as it needs to be for your story.

Religion

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These savage people are prone to all sorts of atrocities, none the least of which their flagrant barbarity in the slaughter of not only human, elf, or orc captives to their vile gods, but their own kind as well.

They seem to worship trees, which they make use of for their hideous rituals. When they come across an oak tree, they wall the plant in, threatening all who do not take proper precautions with death should they violate the sacred ground.

The religion of the Perkones revolves around the veneration of natural spirits. The Perkones do not have gods, in the usual sense of the word. Instead, they seem to believe that the natural forces of the world contain some kind of inherent sentience and that they must gain the favor of these forces in order for their tribe to be successful. The most common form of gaining favor with these spirits is sacrifice in their honor. The Perkones consider the act of giving up one's desire for the benefit of another to be a great act, and this lends itself into their practice of giving up personal belongings to the spirits for favor. This can be items of great material value, or food. A common sacrifice is for a tribe to slaughter and then bury a number of their sheep as a gift to the spirits. Most infamous of all, however, is the readiness to participate in the sacrifice of sapient slaves, war captives, or members of their tribes to the spirits. The usual method of doing this involves the use of the oak tree, the most sacred of all trees to the Perkones. The usual method involves simply hanging the victim from the neck on one of the tree's branches, but a special form of sacrifice involves nailing the victim to the tree through their hands and feet, and leaving them to die on the tree over the span of a few days to one week.

The Oak Tree is considered the most sacred of all trees to the Perkones, and they believe that oaks are the home of the spirits. To deface or kill an oak tree is punished by death. Oak trees are typically decorated by the tribes that are aware of them, and shrines often appear at the roots of these trees for sacrifice and petition of the spirits. When an oak tree or a collection of them is found, the tribes will construct special 'gates' that require those who wish to enter to engage in a ritual of purity before they may pass, on penalty of death.

The Nafas System
The Perkoni have an extremely complicated code of conduct in their daily lives that dictates every action in private behavior, and influences the public laws. This unwritten code is known as Nafas, and is sometimws known by outsiders as Perkonic Sacral Law.

Nafas divides all behavior into 5 catagories

Fihtos (Holy) - These are behaviors that are considered especially virtuous. This includes sacrificing to the spirits,taking on a second husband, freeing a slave, pilgrimage to an oak grove, and other such behaviors.

Duenos (Good) - Behaviors and actions that are commendable and within the bounds of morality. Getting married, smoking of cannabis, participation in a cannibalistic meal, and participating in daily rites.

Fitoz (Of Life) - Neutral behaviors of daily life

Malos (Bad)

Nafos (Forbidden) - Activities that are forbidden under all circumstances, punished with death. Murder, Damaging and Oak Tree, Treason, and such behaviors fall into this catagory.

The Westmen do not follow Nafas, which has lead to conflict between the groups. Westmen generally avoid public taboo, but do not, and are not held accountable for maintaining private taboo

Economy

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What resources your nation has, what kind of economy it uses, what is the lifeblood of the country itself? What are the trade and tax policies of the nation, who handles taxes, and what resources are best (or worst) exploited? Information on imports and exports will also go here.

Territory

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Information on your internal territory/states will go here, but it is highly encouraged (but still optional) to make your own internal realm map which provides an easy overlay for folks to read.

Terrain

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Lay of your nation's land and internal states, along with information on any beasts and horrors which prowl it. I've mentioned monsters and horror before, but this isn't exactly fully necessary. The more important information is on important landmarks and their relevance for the nation.

Factions

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Information on internal factions such as rebel groups, internal political groups, mercenary companies, secret orders, public orders, religious orders, and other relevant factions and guilds.

Characters

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The Triumvirate
Blaisa's brutal subjugation of the Perkoni Tribes was not the work of one woman, but of an intricate network of alliances, schemes, and partnerships upon which the war could be built. The Triumvirate consists of Blaisa and her two most trusted allies. Quintus, the leader of the Siluri tribe and Blaisa's first ally, and Livia, a human freed slave, who rose to be the most senior general of Blaisa's forces. While Blaisa now holds the title of High Queen, Quintus and Livia serve as her Consols.

The Triumvirate

Blaisa the Silent

Blaisa Pentila was born into a family of minor nobility within the tribe Feletsi. Her father, Drusus, was part of the tribe Pentiloi, claiming descent from the great king Malgos, who defeated the armies of El'Akim in the past, by way of his third son who settled among the Feletsi. Blaisa was the youngest of her siblings, as well as the smallest. The runt of the family contracted an illness in her infancy that left the girl with a permanent stutter, from whence she was given her name of Blaisa, meaning "stutterer". Seeing the stutter as indicative of some kind of mental retardation, Blaisa was scorned and hated by her family, who forbade her to speak in public, out of shame for her perceved condition. In fact, Blaisa was far from dimwitted, and from a young age immersed herself in the study of history. Little would anyone suspect this unassuming bookworm to be the future High Queen of the Perkoni.

Drusus filled a position in the council of the King of the Feletsi. An ineffectual ruler, Drusus and a handful of the councilmen wished to overthrow him. When their plan was discovered, the councilmembers and their clans were destroyed. While Drusus and his family were killed, Blaisa, who was seen as a harmless idiot, was spared. Blaisa fled to the lands of the Silur tribe, gaining favor with the Siluri king, Quintus, who became the first of Blaisa's allies. Blaisa, then a mear 16 years old, explained her case to Quintus. Her, being the sole survivior of Drusus' lineage, maintained a claim over the Kingship of the Feletsi. With backing from Quintus, she could press her claim, and ally the Feletsi and Siluri against the powerful Ruhsoi, who were harassing Siluric territory with slave raids.

Quintus

Quintus has had an interesting history as Blaisa's first ally. Taking a chance on a strange girl with a claim to her people's throne, desperate times caused him to take the risk. They payoff has far exceeded what he imagined. Now he holds power alongside the first High Queen of the Perkoni.

Quintus originated as the king of the moderately sized, but politically weak tribe known as the Siluri. The Siluri were in an uneasy truce with the Feletsi, but facing regular cattle and slave raids by the Ruhsoi to the east. The luck of the Siluri was changed when they got word of a civil war erupting within the Feletsi over kingship and found a refugee from the Feletsi migrating into their territory. The girl, only 15 years old, was named Blaisa, afflicted with a terrible stutter, but holding a distinguished pedigree as a descendant of Malgos. Blaisa, who now had spent 5 years working as the steward of King Quintus, negotiated for the Siluri to back her claim for Kingship over the Feletsi, and to kill the then King in favor of a Malogid king.

Quintus hesitated, while he had employed Blaisa as his steward for years since her arrival, now, the chance came to put a permanent end to the threat posed by the Feletsi, and gain an ally to wage war against the Ruhsoi. Blaisa's success in the war, and her quick consolidation of power among the Feletsi, impressed Quintus, who offered an alliance between the Feletsi and Siluri. This alliance would lay the foundations of future unification.

Livia

When Blaisa and Quintus defeated the Bofes, they found a human slave among the defeated. Quintus proposed selling her along with other found slaves, but when Blaisa proposed a price for her, the slave objected, demanding that her price was too low and insulting, and her cost would be triple what Blaisa had proposed. Blaisa debated the economics with her, and was so impressed and amused by the Slave, that she took her as her own personal slave instead. That slave was Livia.

Livia was captured in a raid as a child, and grew up as a slave among the Bofes, raising cattle. Little attention was paid to Livia, as her status as a slave led many to see her as a non-issue. However, Livia was busy educating herself by candlelight after her work was done.

Kingdom Hearts - Lights of the Multiverse [Latest Reboot]

Alright, Special Operations leader up for final examination

Spawn of the Dragon

Character Sheet
Name: Luminita Draculea
Appearance:

Bio:
Fourty years ago, a group of rogue keybladers split off from the Old Keyblade Order, under the leadership of a man known only as Dracul "The Dragon". Calling themselves "The Order of the Dragon", they were dedicated to defending the multiverse and destroying "the perfidious Enemy" who threatened the existence of the Multiverse itself, something that they believed the Order they split off from was infective of doing. The Order was targeted for destruction by its parent, with most of it's surviving members being hunted down and killed. At it's lowest point, the Order was reduced from its 20 founding members, to only 5 surviving members. Dracul and his surving followers went into hiding, returning to his home in Wallachia of Renovation. It was at this time that he would find himself a father, his daughter being born during this dark time. Seeing her as a light in the darkness, he named her Luminita. The order would remain in hiding until the time of the Destruction of the Old Keyblader Order.

With the Old Keyblade Order's fall, Dracul saw an opportunity to seek amnesty and protection for his followers. The Order members and their children go from Wallachia to the Byzantine Empire. It was there that the Dragon asked the Emperor to be allowed to settle in Constantinople, in exchange for the services of he and the Order as personal defenders of the Multiverse. The Emperor agreed.

Shortly after their relocation into the Byzantine borders, Dracul would head his organization for another 15 years under the banner of the Byzantines, but perished after a period of illness, leaving his then 20-year-old daughter, herself a keyblader as well, to head his organization. Luminita was more than capable of handling herself, having essentially run the group by her father's side for years, but now was on her own, and needed to prove herself worthy of her position. While she has been working on it for the last 5 years as a faithful soldier, now an opportunity arises for her to cement her capabilities. With direct request from the Emperor, she is currently tasked with a very sensitive mission.

Skills:
Training since essentially birth with the Order has made Luminita have a very acute sense of military tactics and strategy, and she is highly trained in the use of all sorts of weapons, from firearms, to swords, to hand to hand combat. Like her father before her, she has a natural skill in Fire Magic, and it is her primary form of magical combat. She specializes not only in offensive fire magic but status effects and buffs as well.

Fire - Fira - Firaga - Offensive Fire spells
Flare - A very powerful fire spell
Burn - Sets the target's clothing, hair or other such on fire to produce continuous burn damage
Overheat - Raises target's body temperature to cause them to pass out from heat exhaustion
Flame Armor - Coats an ally in a suit of fire for protection
Fire Augment - Gives allies weapons a fire augmentation for burning damage

Personality:
Despite her very rough, bleak upbringing in the mountains trained as a destined soldier, she is notorious for her very playful attitude and gregarious behavior. She loves to joke with her teammates and is often teasing or flirting with them to try and make them uncomfortable for her own amusement. She has a love for wine and usually keeps it around her transports and rooms at all times. In times of crisis, her personality seems to take a complete 180, becoming hyperaggressive in battle.

Kingdom Hearts - Lights of the Multiverse [Latest Reboot]

Great Forest of Nara, Japan, Luna Dial

A small donation box could be found sitting inconspicuously beneath a single cherry tree. The box was engraved with the image of a cross across the top, inlaid with gold. The sound of twigs snapping and the crunch of dried leaves resonated out as a traveler made his way towards the box. Behind him floated a strange little creature, like a winged bear covered in whitish-pinkish fur. The creature came as a messenger, bearing a letter to be delivered to the one that the people of this village knew as the Saint of the Forest. But, one could not simply approach the forest saint directly, an offering would need to be brought to catch her attention.

"The saint lives by our generosity for her teachings and her protection. She does not cease from her holy work, unless the need to aide a traveller or defend our village comes. As such, we provide her all she needs."

"And you're sure she'll come, kupo?"

The guide nodded, "Once you put something in the box, she doesn't take long."

The Moogle obliged, flying up to the donation box, depositing a single loaf of bread.

"Now, we wait, kupo?"

The two sat upon the stone bench placed by the box, awaiting the arrival of the mysterious saint of the forest.

"What can you tell me about the saint, kupo?"

"Oh, I can't say much. I've never met her personally, I never need to travel through the forest, but I've heard some say that she is a powerful priestess with great magical abilities. She dwells in a wooden temple in the darkest part of the woods where her worship can transpire uninterrupted."

"How long has she been here, kupo?"

"Oh, as long as any of us can remember," the guide said, scratching his head. "Probably been here for as long as Japan has existed, yet she never seems to get any older." He laughed, "She must be from the Kami or something, she can hardly speak Japanese correctly. Where that accent of hers is from, I can't tell."

With that, the familiar sound of rustling leaves could be heard, as the creaking of hinges rang out.

"Who is in need of guidance?", spoke the emergent figure, a woman, looking to be in her early 30s, clothed in loose, long black clothing, and a beige head scarf wrapped around her hair. The woman eyed the two, though, her eyes narrowed as she caught sight of the moogle.

"Are you the one named Junko the Forest Saint, kupo?"

"Sunja"

"Huh?"

"You asked me my name, and I have told you, my name is Sunja." she responded monotonously, "The Japanese read my name in their own language as Junko, but if you ask, I will tell you as I read it in my own."

"Okay, kupo..." The Moogle replied, "I was sent here with a message for you."

An eyebrow perked up, "A message?"

"Directly from the Roman Emperor in Constantinople, kupo!"

As the moogle handed the envelope over to the nun, she stared at it intensely. That name, Rome. The Roman Empire, Daishin. That hermit, the one who made her like this. He said he came from...could it be? Constantinople, that was a new one. Never had she heard that name before, though, the context made it clear what its significance was.

Snapping back from her lapse, she looked at the Moogle. "This is startling news. Please, if you would be so kind, I believe we should continue this discussion in a more discrete location. We can disclose the details at my monastery."

It was not a far trek from the donation site to the monastery, though it was a simple structure, a tiny shack out in the middle of a dark forest, the inside of the shack decorated in bright, golden icons. Sunja prepared a small pot of tea for her and the visitor, as she listened to the little creature explain his mission and the plight of those who sent him.

Taking a sip from her tea, she looked at the creature as she spoke, "While I understand, it would not be so simple for me to just abandon my post here. The people of this village are dependant upon me to protect them not only from the threat of the Heartless but of the Selenites as well. I do not know that I can simply take off to engage in discussions with a war council."

"But think, kupo, the threat that I have described to you is a danger that has the potential to threaten the entire multiverse. And only certain individuals have the capacity to be of aide! Is that alone not worth at least coming with me to speak with the Emperor?"

Sunja closed her eyes and nodded, "Very well, I will meet with him, and discuss the situation."

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Massalia, Roman Gaul, Luna Dial

The pale-haired girl stood bent over at the waist, head tilted slightly as she looked over the little creature. The poor thing had been unceremoniously knocked unconscious by one of the Selenite bombings, the poor little thing being just out of range to be hit with any deadly shrapnel, but still in range to get a good hit of the shockwave. She removed the conical hat she wore to get a better look, revealing a pair of long, rabbit ears on her head, pale white, brighter than the bluish-gray hair on her head. She reached out to pick up the moogle, taking note of its belongings, a sealed letter of some sort. The girl tucked it away into her clothing, as she retreated back into the hole she had dug, lest more bombings continue with her out of proper protection.

The messenger moogle would finally awaken, not in a devastated countryside, but in a warm, though clearly makeshift burrow. At the other side of the pile of blankets he had been placed into. The burrow was warm, softly lit by a single candle, and a makeshift bed at the side, though difficult to make anything out in detail, but he could clearly make about that the other end of the dwelling was occupied, and there sat a young woman, with her rabbit ears and all, eating and humming a tune as she sharpened the knife in her hand.

Wait, a knife?

The Moogle's heart pounded, and it was only made worse by the sudden turn of the face, as the rabbit-eared girl's gaze crossed his own, and she smiled at him.

"Oh, you've woken up!", she closed her eyes as she spoke, placing the knife down, to the relief of her visitor. "I was getting worried, I found you out in that field after they bombed it. But don't worry, we're safe in my little burrow here."

"Oh, I was just on my way to find someone, kupo. You wouldn't happen to know anyone named Meri, would you?"

"Oh, I do. That's my name!" she replied cheerfully, "You're looking for me?"

The Moogle responded by handing her the letter he was carrying. With Meri retrieving her knife to both open the seal and to cut and stick some pieces of cheese for eating.

"Hmmm, so you need me to come along with you, huh?". Stabbing a piece of cheese to be placed in her mouth, she smiled, "Constantinople...heh, you know, I was supposed to be going there anyway, but...for destroying."

The Moogle tilted his head, giving as close to a concerned look as possible at the strange woman. Catching sight of the look, Meri couldn't help but wave her hands about to dismiss any concerns. "Ah! But don't worry, don't worry! I'm not working with the other Selenites anymore.". Her expression changed as she mused further, "I couldn't bring myself to go along with...all of this." A sorrow crept into her words as she spoke, but was cut short by a quick shake of the head.

"But let's not keep them waiting any longer. Better get back to your ship before the bombs get it."

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Gabal, Syria, Roman Empire, Tenebrae Invictae

The unfortunate traveler hadn't had much of a chance when he entered into Gabal. Communications were lost in the village some time ago, and the Romans would send a scout out east to figure out the source, never to return. The soldier was just another victim in a long line of unfortuate souls who walked right into a death trap that they never would have been able to prepare for. Abraxas' creatures simply shredded the scout to pieces, leaving a mangled corpse to rot away in the heat of the desert. The sun had vanished, yet it always stayed just as hot. The cries that managed to escape from him were an alert of sorts for the one inhabitant who still called Gabal something of a home. She had learned that when the screaming starts to take cover, and to investigate later.

Enough time had come to pass, and it was fine to go out and see what new treasures were hers. It had become a routine at the first of evey month, to loot the corpse of a fallen soldier and maybe get a treat. She was not disappointed this time. The beasts had been so kind as to leave the soldier's ration pack in place, with a bottle of vinegar and oil, as well as a still mostly intact bread loaf. Sadly, no wine nor honey to speak of. The girl sighed. At least she would have something to soften the old loaf, though no sweetness for breakfast once again.

The girl, Auxentia was her name, at least, the name she remembered best. Searched the body some more. Ah, her lucky day, the creatures had left the cloak of the soldier mostly untouched. The bright red fabric called out to her, and she quickly snatched up the garment, draping it over herself. The cloak was big, too big for her, but she didn't care. It looked nice, in her mind, and that was all that mattered. She picked up the soldier's dagger, clipping it to her own belt, and began marching up and down the street, mimicking the movements of the soldiers as best as she could remember. She wasn't sure why she did it, maybe it made her feel more powerful, more like she could take care of herself better.

But the distant, frightening calls of more Abraxian beasts made her take off back towards her hideout.

But, she was not to make it very far.

Turning into an alleyway, she crossed around the wall, only to be met with a pair of glowing yellow eyes. Auxentia jumped back, tripping over the cloak and tumbling onto the ground. Out from under her, fell her book. That book, no ordinary book, was the closest thing to a proper defense against this kind of beast. While a well-placed knife could take out one of Abraxas' creatures, these things didn't seem to go down so easy. The Gnosticum had a few banishing spells to send them elsewhere, but it was out of reach right now. As the creature approached, Auxentia's eyes darted to the tome as she made a dive for it, hoping to reach the book and twist away from the creature's reach before it could get to her. Hitting the stone of the road, she pulled the Gnosticum close to her as she turned to the side, but only saw the creature continuing to approach as she struggled to get the pages open. Bracing for an attack, she winced...only to feel nothing.

Opening her eyes, the creature was gone, slain, though no body remained. In its place, two new figures. One, a man, of uncertain origins, and a creature, though far from the monstrous entities that wandered about in Gabala, but more inviting, cute, one might say.

"Greetings, little lady - My name is Shahrukh Mizra the Fifth, and this is Mog the Moogle. We've come to ask for your help."

Auxentia did not return the smile, only staring back at the two, a face full of distrust and uncertainty. She looked over at the man's weapon, a blade unlike any other that she had previously spotted. The creature, a Moogle, it was called, named Mog, flew over to deliver the message to Auxentia. Opening the letter, she pondered over it.

Auxentia looked back at the two strangers, still bearing her nonplused expression.

"How did you survive the beasts?", she spoke, her Greek still heavy with the accent of the Gothic language. A barbaric trait, so the Romans had said to her. Though, perhaps it best takes a "barbarian" to survive barbaric conditions."Do you know a way out of here?"

Assured that all would be explained, Auxentia decided to take the leap of faith and follow these strangers. Anything had to be better than remaining here.

Kingdom Hearts - Lights of the Multiverse [Latest Reboot]

One more character, want to play a very dynamic character who will really grow (literally and metaphorically) as the game progresses

Character Sheet
Name: Auxentia Grimulfa
Appearance:

Bio:
Born as Grimawulfa in a Gothic family settled by the area of Pannonia by the Romans. Grimawulfa was the daughter of a Gothic man and a captured Roman woman of Gaulish and Syrian descent. Seeing oppourtunity to exploit the Goths, the Romans began the practice of regularly starving out Gothic settlements within the empire to force the Goths to sell their children as Slaves for food. Grimawulfa was one of these children, bought by a Roman slaver to be sold off in Thessaloniki, given a Latin name, Auxentia. The children were bough by a merchant from a small city in north eastern Syria, called Gabala.

Gabala was the center of a Gnostic sect, who sought to achieve gnosis by appeasing the true god with the blood sacrifices. The Gothic slave children were purchased with the intended goal of being killed as offerings to the god Abraxas. However, unknown to any, Auxentia's mother was the daughter of a rogue Gabalian priest, and her presence triggered the rise of Abraxas, who promptly killed most of the inhabitants of Gabala, turning any survivors insane or into monstrous creatures. While the priest captured and attempted to kill Auxentia as a sacrifice to spare himself from being killed by Abraxas,in his death she took his book, which seemed to call out to her. Reading its pages, she found herself able to use its magic to defend herself, and hopefully to survive and escape. But now, in addition to the beasts spawned from Abraxas, now strange new creatures, unknown to her, are spawning in Gabala.
Age:
13
Skills:
A survivalist, she's skilled at sneaking around and avoiding combat, staying undetected as much as possible. But when confonted, She can use the energy of thr transdimensional demon Abraxas to use dark magic through the book, the Gnosticum Infamante. However, its use is taxing on her mentally and spiritially, and process makes her ill, and at a certain point becomes disturbing enough that she will cease being able to so much as speak.
Personality:
Quiet, almost a mute. She refuses to talk to most people, and is riddled with trust issues and insecurity.

Her setting is basically HP Lovecraft meets Silent Hill set in the late Roman Empire