Rhaevnn Xeno

The Prophecy

(Oh, the website errors and double posting :P)

The Prophecy

@Yoshua

I dunno how Morgan will react to this. ._. On one hand, I'on is logically being cautious. On the other, he's weaving spells secretly... and I'm not sure if Morgan would consider that to be friendly behavior...

But a question (for anyone who can provide the answer), what is a penin? (I realize its a race but I'm not sure what they look like/how large they are/where they hail from/etc)

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Lionheart said
It's not that it will never separate from his body but that he always has access to it, as in Garret can never ever be disarmed. Being that Proteus itself is a magical force, and it somewhat has a mind of it's own. What it does is if any part of it is separated from Garret's body all it takes is a thought from him to instantly call it back to him, as it shares a fraction of his soul. So when I say thrown like a javelin he literally makes a javelin and throws it, only for that weapon to melt and be recalled back to his hand. And as for how much armor he can have whilst still being armed, he can make a full suit of plate mail and still have enough for a medium sized shield and weapon. Or two medium sized weapons. One of Garret's signature battle styles is fully armored with two longswords.

Edit: Also, I elaborated further upon his race. I keep forgetting that I should probably explain everything that comes up about my own world.

Ah, alrighty. That's fine then. If you wouldn't mind adding that detail to your CS, Iiiii think you're good to go! Feel free to post whenever in the IC (unless you would prefer to have me introduce you into the story).

Also, out of curiosity, does Proteus ever break/shatter if put under incredible stress?

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These characters! I love them! :D However, a few questions/clarifications:

@LionHeart:
Garret is a terrific character, I love it. However, his weapon, I'm going to need some clarification... When you say it never separates from his body... Is it "soulbound" (I guess this is the best way of saying this) or like Venom's symbiote (if you're familiar with this)? Also, when it is "thrown like a javelin," does it act like this? As in, it never leaves his body, but rather stretches?

Finally, how much of this weapon can covert as a armor while being wielded as a weapon?

@Kilo
Glad to see that you're excited about the RP! :D Also, love Walter. Kind of reminds me of Deadpool a little bit, haha. However, I do need one more thing before I can approve this character. I need to know the exacts of "The Storm's" bullet choice. I know this can be a bit of a pain in the ass, but I also don't want you resorting a situational bullet type to get out of a tight spot... You know, "Oh, I see you are using a fire-reliant baddy. It just so happens I have a cyrobullet that can freeze you right here, right now!" Wouldn't want to make it too easy for Walter, now would we? ;D

Boboclown89 said
I'm not going to be able to he in this, sorry guys :(

And I'm sorry to hear that! :c

But yes. Looks like all the available slots are filled, so I won't be taking any more new players! However, if you want to be placed on the waiting list, I'll be more than happy to do so. :3

EDIT:
Added one important detail to the first post, but for convenience, I'll put it below:

Rhaevnn Xeno said
Also, take note: I will only be posting once a week, usually on the weekend! The pace of this RP could be considered slow, however, that is completely up to you as the player. If you're in the middle of conversation with another player and want to have a lengthy conversation, want to monologue about a certain ongoing event, or if you even want to have a flashback while quietly sipping a drink at a bar, be my guest. I love character development!

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Lionheart said
Well, I'm here! And I'll have a CS up in a few days after I finish reading and processing this information goldmine!

Sounds good! Can't wait to see what you come up with!

Fitz said
2 chainzzz

Ohhh Fitz. :P

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BEFORE YOU POST, CHECK OUT THE OOC

If you want to know what the events were before the beginning of this continuing story, you can read it here

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Meanwhile, in The Crossroad...

[i]While the overlying chaos continues loom over the city of Tutmose, the wheels continue to turn in ever growing struggle for power. While the citizens of this grand city are largely oblivious to this underlying game, events have unfolded to lead to paths of fate and destiny...

A two souled god split apart, evil and good incarnated wandering The Crossroad. However, in a twist of events, Evil keeps their body, seeding chaos and spite as Good is forced to work with a soul thief in an attempt to return whole to the physical world...

A master of stories returns home in the wake of a rescue. But a cruel fate rips rescuer from damsel in distress, leaving the man to desperately search for her, only to collide with an unexpected being...

A pair of lovers continues to make a home in The Crossroad, meeting new faces and discovering true faces of others...

A hunter of the night unexpectedly finds himself paired with the oddest of traveling companions after creating a feud with a coven of witches...

A traveler of time and space finds himself stranded in the Crossroads. New faces he discovers, but under the spell of love, he finds his future questionable...

But where will these paths lead...?

~IN THE BEGINNING~
Time: Second Hour of MiddleDay

Old Boar's Inn; Lobby
[Kresnik/Locien

The elf's head would tilt to the side, his hat's bells tinkling as he moved. "Well, mate..." A small, sly smile would tug at the side of his face as his silver tongue danced, "That's why I stepped out to lend a hand. 'Cause you ain't just a 'No Name,' you were bred for this." A wrapped hand would gesture in a up down motion, "I mean, look at ye. You're..." The hand would spin, as if trying to scoop the right word into his mouth. Alas, he could not find it, so the bard pushed it away with a carefree gesture as he continued to speak. However, as if by some magic, the bard's voice became one of that of some ageless muse of gods, deep and epic. "This is how legends and epics begin. In some shack in the middle of a mess of a city, and then uh..." His hazel eyes pointedly looked at Kresnik, "A man of greatness is born."

With a shake of his head (and consequentially, his hat's bells), the elf's gesturing hand tapped on the wooden surface of the sturdy table. "Right, but, seeing that we're going to be spending an extraordinary amount of time together in the days ahead... My original promise with the original intent and lure of curiosity." With a tugging of his cap's tassel, he looked into the hunter's eyes, a voice followed the bard's next words. It would be engraved into minds of those who had heard it, forever to be remembered for all time, "My name is Locien Werethden."

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The Old Boar's Inn; Bar
Bruce would stand for a moment before Missile and Pullo. However, their slight pause of silence, Bruce would give a smile (which in reality, would be more terrifying than actually friendly) as his deep bass voice gave out hearty laugh, "I'll give you guys a minute, eh? Just lemme know if you want something." With a slight nod, he would turn his back, cleaning something behind the bar, leaving the lovers to the devices...

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???
[Alec]

Alec's sense would be dampened - impossibly dampened. Everything around him - the bed, the wooden floor, even the light that trickled through the lone window was fuzzy, murky. It could be considered disorienting, or frightening, as it seemed that blindness threatened overcome Alec at any moment. For the next several minutes, everything would be still - so quiet that it could be considered maddening. The silence would be deafening, threatening to crash over the demigod like a tsunami. The air around him tasted and felt warm, then cold, then flaming hot, and then freezing cold. The temperature never stayed the same, wrapping around him, whipping his skin, scalding his flesh. But of all his senses, his nose would be tormented - a stench of the dead, the sick, and the rotting filled his senses, impossible to escape.

Or it seemed for a door appeared behind him. Perhaps a way of escape, but for every step he took towards the opening of freedom, the room contorted and stretched, as if mocking the demigod's attempts to escape...

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~LONG LIVE THE KING~
Time: Second Hour of MiddleDay

???; Gerald's Home
[Halcyon/TSM/Gerald]

At the dark god's remarks, Gerald's mouth opened as if to angrily respond, but the fluid dark voice of Halcyon caused the thief to silently close it once more, though it was clear by his violet eyes that Gerald was still smoldering. But in the inner machinations of Clockwerk, the wheels were turning. This powerful being had enemies? It was surprising, after all. Usually, such things with such great power often had eliminated threats or annoyances, but...

"...Indeed, he will not." With a none-to-gentle gesture, the blade was removed from The Story Master's neck, leaving a thin bloody line across his neck as the weapon was slickly returned to its scabbard. "But a question, my dear fellow," The words were followed by a swift jab of the cane to Tyros' chest. "Where did you come from?" A step closer, "Why are you here, and!" Gerald was practically nose to nose, the last question spilling slowly from his mouth, like wet silk, "For the love of the gods, where did you get that coat?"

Before Gerald's new guest could answer, Gerald brushed past him and came nose to nose with the dark god, finger pointing directly under Halcyon's chin, "And you, sah -- we shall have words late about guests and the like." Spinning on his heel, he quickly floated across the wooden floor to the rustic chair once more, plopping down it, leg propped on his lap, and sipping the tea delicately before looking up at Halcyon once more, "And this Blixxy fellow? Who is he, old chap?"

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Thread is up! You can find it here

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Alrighty! Now that all of the official OOC posts have been put up, time for all of you to chitchat, put up CS's, ask questions, etc. Enjoy! :3

On a side note, I'm putting all of my character sheets here (some will eventually trickle through, but all will be updated as the RP progresses on the post above this post.

Gerald Clockwerk

Name: Gerald Clockwerk
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 32 (respectively)

Height/Weight: 5' 11"/123 lbs.
Personality/Interests:
If there is one word that could be used to describe Gerald Clockwerk, it would be "odd." Everything from his mannerisms, speech patterns, hand gestures, logical statements, and even the way he walks could be considered, without a doubt, odd. He seems like a fool, carelessly wandering through life, marching to the beat of his drum as he seems to things at random - especially with his borderline kleptomaniac habits.

However, a few conversations with him and one will realize that how fast his mental cogs are spinning. Though he will never admit it, he is often two, three steps ahead of "the game" and takes advantage of this fact fully. Behind his c'est la vie attitude and strange charm, a mind of a genius lurks.

But, with every genius, lies some disadvantages: he often confuses people, both with speech and action. Actions or "how things are done" for Gerald and are considered "normal" by the thief, many consider unproductive, meaningless or just plain silly. Also, the more serious he becomes, the more he jokes, though his eyes often reveal the hardness/seriousness of his attitude.

However, if one manages to get past his quirks and embraces his riddled speech, one will find a valuable ally and possible friend.

Appearance:
To the casual onlooker, Gerald is a man who belongs in the victorian age, with a steampunk twist. Aside his clothing, he dons a waxed mustache curled in handlebar fashion, his hat jauntily tipped to the right side (usually), and his coat is more than often fully buttoned to the top (his scarf often hide this fact however).

Details:
Body build: Trim
Hair: Medium Length
Hair color: Raven Black
Skin color: Sun kissed
Eye/Iris color: Purple/White
Notable Features: Top Hat, violet eyes, Waxed Mustache

Clothing Description:
Gerald has perused the many fashions of worlds and dimensions well beyond our own and has chosen the most comfortable and fashionable of pieces (at least by his tastes). He wears a long coat, colored in a burnt orange; buttons line the entire right side, giving him the option to button the entire length of the coat if he chooses (and he often does). He will always be donning a top hat colored in black, the its band is platted and holds a flower from his homeland. Also, around his neck at all times, is a scarf that has many shades of red (bottom glove). As for other articles of clothing, Gerald wears a loose shirt under his jacket (which rarely is seen by anyone) and a pair of pants (often tucked to his knees). When his pants are tucked, a pair of long striped socks are revealed, as well as his shoes. He also always wears a pair of gloves.

Equipment
Most of Gerald's equipment is survival based - a lighter, a shard of flint, a tiny flask, a small lock picking kit and some pieces of dried meat. All of this is tucked into a small satchel that is usually hanging by his left hip.

Weapon(s)
Gerald's only cane is his cane, that carefully conceals a hidden rapier.

Talents/Abilities
Gerald is a thief, specializing in pickpocketing, espionage, foraging, and has some extent in lock-picking and safecracking. He has been stealing for as long as he can remember and it is his entire being. Also, as a thief, he has often found himself in sticky situations, allowing him to develop a unique style of sword play involving his cane and rapier-like blade in a dual handed combat style.

However, his most noticeable and prominent ability is his natural magical ability to "jump" through space and time. This ability is limited to his sight, both his outward and his inner eyes. From an outward perspective, Gerald can blink to any point that he can visibly see. Behind a locked door? Peep through the keyhole and he's suddenly behind the door. See a thousand foot ledge? No problem. Can he vividly imagine a place? There is he, in the exact location, date, and time (depending on how much he can imagine)

However, there is a weakness to this ability - while he should be able to jump multiple times within seconds, it puts a physical strain on him and has actually even severally injured him (heart attacks are no laughing matter). Therefore, he only can jump within 10 second windows. (Jump-wait 10 seconds-jump). Another limitation with this ability is anything over his eyes sight puts a tremendous strain on his body - the longer distance, the more strain. This strain can range from extreme exhausted to a blackout to even a coma.  

History:
Born in the land of Terra, Gerald Clockwerk took the life of a pickpocket for the first twenty years of his life.

James Blackson

Name: James Michael Blackson
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29

Height/Weight: 6' 3"/ 185 lbs. (83 kgs)
Personality/Interests:
James could only be described as a knight in shining armor. Well, minus the armor, and the addition of a cowboy hat, spurs, and gentlemanly attitude that one could only get from the country raised family.

James has a heart of gold, is beyond loyal to family and friends, and will defend them fiercely, whether it be from death or a goading insult. He is friendly to most, honest as God himself, and a generally a good man - very few could hate this man.

However, that being said, this isn't to say that he is a pushover, nor is he naive. He has a the judgement of a savvy buyer and has the wisdom as great as the mountains that he hails from. James is a fair man, willing to hear both sides of an argument before passing judgement.

But, as all humans, he does have his faults. He has a great temper, and while patience is a strong suit for him, it can boil over to a terrible anger. He also has been known to the let spirits grab him and completely change his personality, which is why he avoids drinking heavily, but more for social reasons.

Appearance:

Details:
Body build: Muscular
Hair: Long
Hair color: Dirty blond
Skin color: Tanned
Eye/Iris color: White/Sky blue
Notable Features: Big grin, 5 o'clock shadow, big blue eyes

Clothing Description:

General Appearance

James dresses like most cowboys, though he does have a different types of pants and has three sets of spurs that he alternates between every once in a while.

Equipment

Shade
James is never very far from his trusty horse, Shade. A highly intelligent horse, it has been known to untie simple knots, understand basic English commands, and even operate simple pumps and open simple doors.

Other than that, everything he needs he carries on Shade:

(2x) saddlebags
(1x) lasso
(1x) harmonica
(1x) canteen
(1x) holster, capable of holding twelve shots for his Colt Walker
(~) A few boxes of ammunition

Weapon(s)
James only has four weapons:

His trusty Colt Walker, his winchester (with marksmen iron sights), his ever-close bowie knife, and his failsafe tomahawk, passed on to him by his grandpappy that had fought in the Revolutionary War.

Talents/Abilities
James is not a very complex man, but a skilled cowboy at that. He knows several types of knots and is adept with rope, is a skilled marksman, both rifle and revolver, is an accomplished knife thrower, and is a natural born leader. Through and through, he's just an American born cowboy who is as tough as nails and uses a lot of elbow grease.

Fate's Favor:
For whatever reason, James has been blessed with extreme luck. While usually presenting itself in a game of cards, James has been known to dodge extremely dangerous situations by the luckiest of circumstances.

History:

Locien Werethden

Name: Locien Werethden
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 301

Height/Weight: 5'7" / 118 lbs.
Personality/Interests:
The one thing that everyone will state about is Locien is one thing: he is a drunk. A babbling, jesting, drunk. It is nearly impossible to find him without a bottle in hand or any source of alcohol nearby within an arm's grasp. He is always outgoing, always willing to crack a smartass comment or friendly jest, depending on his mood.

However, this just merely a mask. Under the jesting lies a wise being, capable of manipulating, conniving, and plotting - and does very well. As a traveling bard, he is gifted in the art of tongue and music; the use for these talents are fully abused to his whims, either with young women or those he intends to leech from or influence in a particular way.

For anything else, he applies it to his life as the free spirit he is.

Appearance:

Visual Aid (Face)

Details:
Body build: Slim - abdomen is well defined.
Hair: Medium length; simple, single braid with a single bead at its end, on his left side, near face.
Hair color: White blonde
Skin color: Tannish
Eye/Iris color: Hazel green
Notable Features: Charming smile, Scarred lips/forehead, Limp, Stiff leg

Clothing Description:
Locien dresses for maximum comfort: a woolen, loose, white shirt and loose harem pants. Also, as a glove/shoe hater, Locien has cloth straps wrapped around his hands and has leather "shoes", complete with metal knobs for traction. As a bard, he also has an odd, knitted hat; is only one color and has four tassels, each having two brass bells at the end of them.

Equipment
As a wanderer, Locien realizes that protection is necessary. However, since he values the movement of freedom so much, he only wears a piece of leather armor that cover the majority of his ribcage.

As a bard, he is always found a with a cittern, its craftsmanship (1, 2) directly from his own village. It is reinforced in several areas, allowing him to use it as an effective club if needed.

The rest of his basic equipment (shard of flint, gold pieces) is held in a leather pouch. He also has a wineskin, in case of alcohol emergencies.

Weapon(s)
Locien's only weapon is a family dagger that grows in size and weight depending on the user's emotional/stress levels.

Talents/Abilities
Due to decades of training, Locien was able to master illusion magic, specializing in the voice and sound. He is able to change his voice at will, able to mimic voices, animal noises, etc. He is also able to create sounds beyond his own vocal chords, allowing him to create noise behind himself or others. He is also naturally gifted in the art of the tongue, allowing him to be very charismatic and persuasive.

Also, as an excellent bard, he can play many stringed instruments and can actually conjure soothing/hypnotic tones through magic and music. However, at best, these charms can only last minutes, barely exceedingly 5 minutes, 10 minutes on rare occasions. These charms have also been known to fail 50% of the time, depending on who hears them. They usually affect all who hear them, friend and foe alike.

History:
[WIP]

Character Note:
Locien walks with a severe limp, due to a terrible accident in his youth. It is very noticeable when he is sober, as he tends to drag his entire right leg behind his pace. However, in his drunken staggering, it is not as painfully noticeable.

Lord Bartholomew "Bart" Tuskmort

Name: Lord Bartholomew (Bart) Tuskmort
Race: "Crossbreed"
Gender: Male
Age: 45

Height/Weight:5'10" / 210 lbs.
Personality/Interests:
Bart's personality is like a spiny shell - it is blunt to a fault, rough as tree bark, and rugged as any hermit, both in mannerisms and speech. He is often a man of few words to customers, aiming to please and serve. However, as a regular or as an acquaintance, basic conversation can strike up. If you are interesting enough, he will ask some questions, but not enough to be considered probing. The more time you spend with him, the more layers he will reveal about himself. To those who invest time in him, one will find a great companion, business partner, or strong ally, depending on what the time was wanted for.

While you might believe he is all brawn and no brain, it is quite the opposite. He has the mind of a general, the wit of the thief, and the thirst of a wizard - always seeking new things, always attempting to better himself through conversation and practice. He is a creature of habit, but habits change every so often, ranging from sleeping patterns to daily routines.

He is the silent muscle in most relationships, and he likes it that way. "Let the Tusks do the talking - the rest will fall in line."

Appearance:
Bart hails from a planet known as "Terra," where animal humanoids of various earth-animals are larger, have high intelligence, can speak, and have the ability to (and more than often) walk on two legs - this Terranian species has been nicknamed "Crossbreed." Bart is a boar-like Crossbreed, very similar to a Greek minotuar, except he has a boar head . His body is covered with with hair. While he has a fiver fingered hand, his feet are hoofed. He also has various scars all over his body, including a long slash across his snout, a giant "x" across the right side of his abdomen, and three lines running parallel across his left pec. His hands are also severely scarred and gnarled; often described "like-tree-roots"

To say that Bart is jacked is an extreme understatement - he literally a living muscle, though most of it blends well into his hairy body. However, his arms and shoulders are most prominent, rippling practically with every movement.

Details:
Body build: Stout, jacked
Hair: Short, starts from forehead and follows his spinal cord
Hair color: Black brown
Skin color: Black
Eye/Iris color:Strange Yellow-Green-Red
Notable Features: Eyepatch, Wild Eye, Cigar, Gnarled Hands

Clothing Description:
Bart's choice of clothing reflects his personality - rugged, course, and practical. While it is uncertain that Bart has washed these clothes in the past year, he is always found wearing his coat, sleeves cutoff and a crest (bottom right) patched over his heart. He is also always, always wearing a kilt

As for accessories, Bart is of simple taste - a simple earring is inserted into both ears. For more practical reasons, an eyepatch is always over his right eye.

Equipment
Bart has no need for equipment for the most part. However, he does tend to keep a matchbook and a case of cigars on his person at most times.

Weapon(s)
Bart's only weapon is one that has been passed from son to son in the Tuskmort family. Named Hsauq (HEH-SUCK), it is made a rare Terranian metal. It is rumored that the weapon is indestructible.

Talents/Abilities
Living up to his family name, Bart is an expert in the art of war, capable of fighting without most weapons and hand-to-hand combat. He is also an accomplished blacksmith, brewer, and is an excellent musician, specializing in piano, accordion, mandolin, banjo, and saxophone.

Spells

Eye of the Seer
A gift from a great dark wizard, Bart is capable of sizing up an individual by looking at them. Staring at them intently, he will receive a great feeling in the form a sixth sense, telling whether or not they could be dangerous and depending on how well guarded the individual is (magical wards, strong willpower, etc.), he is able to determine what the target specializes in. This ability intensifies is Bart looks into the eyes of his target, the crossbreed is able to probe into the mind of his target, capable of seeing memories, read thoughts, and any other information. However, this all depends on how guarded the target is and if the bridge between Bart and the target is broken.

History:

Ayano Hebi-Me

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Character Theme
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Name: Ayano Hebi-Me [AY-AH-NO HEH-BEE-MEH]
Race: Kitsune
Gender: Female
Age: 82
Occupation: Ninja/Thief

Height/Weight: 5' 10"/140 lbs. (66 kgs.)
Personality/Interests:
Ayano is her father's daughter - sort of. On one hand, she loves being a ninja and takes great pride in being highly skilled in her art. She has a grand sense of honor, just as her predecessor. This young kitsune has a great compassion for people and has been known to make great friendships from strangers, as well as going out of her way to help others in true superhero fashion. It has also been said, under the right circumstances, and if it just so happens to be the right day, Ayano has a heart of gold. However, that being said, she has some serious faults:

Ayano knows that she's skilled, and thus is quite arrogant, even to the point of  prideful snideness and extreme elitisim - you are lucky to be receiving her help and you should be grateful that she graced you were with her presence. Ayano has little respect for authority and is quite rebellious, even against those who she knows that deserve her respect.

You must take her in strides or love her very much, as she swings from both personalities quite frequently and unpredictably. One thing should be clear - she will never forget her honor, and she will never forget her family. Enter this inner circle and there is nothing she won't do or won't say to protect these people.

If there is one thing that Ayano hates is oppression - period. It is mainly why she took up her father's mantle - to protect those who cannot protect themselves and to bring justice to those she believes who abuse their power. She believes that Tutmose could be united as one, without a need to divide the city by tall walls and society boundaries. She has her mother's dream and her father's eyes - a fantasy of equality and peace and a vision to make the fantasy a reality. To her, it is her job to save the people and oust the pressing Highs' Council - this is her destiny.

Appearance:

General Appearance
Face/Face Tattoo Reference

Ayano is a kitsune, though her appearance is more human that fox, unlike her mother Kuroda. She has large kitsune ears and two tails that she takes great pains to hide. Also, as she uses her natural abilities more and more, her fox tattoos (1, 2, 3, 4, 5) become more prominent - the more she uses her abilities, the most they become prominent. They will become most visible when she reaches her maximum power limit.

Details:
Body build: Athletic
Hair: Short (Pixie Cut, excess hair often pulled into a ponytail or bun)
Hair color: Fiery Red
Skin color: Snow white
Eye/Iris color: White/Green
Notable Features: Fox ears, two fox tails, blazing hair, fox-like eyes

Clothing Description:

General Appearance

Equipment

"Snappers"
Small beads of black powder; when thrown on the ground and/or ignited, these devices produce high bursts of light and snapping sounds.

Hooked Gloves/Boots
A tool developed and used by her father, the soles of her gloves and boots are equipped with hundreds of microhooks enabling the kitsune to climb most wooden and metallic surfaces

(3x)Smoke Bombs
Canteen
Whet Stone
Canteen
Grappling Hook
Lockpick Kit

Weapon(s)

Family Sword
This katana has been passed from her father - legend has it that made the user's sword arm much faster than his opponents (2x to 5x faster, depending on the opponent), though the Hebi-Me's special jujitsu must be preformed before the sword responds

Other weapons include:
(6x) Throwing Knives
(8x) Shurikens
(1x) Tanto

Talents/Abilities
Thanks to her father's training, Ayano is highly skilled in the art of assassination (making her extremely deadly with most types of melee and thrown blades; it also allows the kitsune to make several types of poison, traps, and small death machines) and stealth (allowing Ayano to walk without much sound, scale certain types of barrier and walls with ease, quietly disposing someone, etc).

Spells

Hebi-Me Family Jujitsu
A family trade secret passed unto Ayano by her father, it is rumored that if all five words (roughly translated to "Into The Snake-Eyed's Coil") are uttered while preforming the five hand gestures (both hands are required), one gains the strength, agility, and even traits of a snake, which are limited to:

- The ability to "smell" heat (Limited Heat Vision)
- The ability to spit poison (saliva become toxic)
-  Prolonged Breath

Kitsune's Charm
As the myth goes, kitsunes are very beautiful and charming. However, it also doesn't hurt to have your natural musk to contain a gas that produces specific chemicals in a beings brain. Ayano has such a "musk" that is virtually irresistible. However, this does not mean that it cannot be resisted, but eventually, if exposed enough, her victim will succumb to its chemical power.

History:

Ayuna was a by-product of a lover's affair the legendary ninja Hebi-Me and the kitsune priestess Kuroda. Regardless, she was greatly loved by both parents and was brought up under the ways of the ninja and the religious, destined to be born and raised in The Lows of the The Crossroads.

Her life has been one of difficulty, moving from home to home, for her father's life demanded it. She became aquatinted with most of The Lows - unfortunately, more with the lay of the land rather than its people.

Later in her life, she watched her father die of old age and she continued his work, using the skills she had learned from him to provide for her mother and herself, even though there is a high tension between the two due to past events and disagreements.

Playground of the Omniverse

~Tidbits and Randomocities of The Crossroad~

Creatures of The Crossroads

Bunhk (BUN-CK)
A common bird of the WildWood. One of the few creatures that can actually be considered "average" sized of The Crossroads, its size ranges from a sparrow to a fully grown great horned owl. Sometimes travel in flocks but usually in groups of two to three.

Roomanah (ROO-MAH-NAH)
A common mammal of the WildWood. One of the few creatures that can actually be considered "average" sized of The Crossroads, its size ranges from a sparrow to a flying fox.

Johnkt (JUN-T)
The most common of predators of the WildWood and is one of the most dangerous of all the WildWood. Weighing on average of 200lbs and roughly the size of full grown poodle, a johnkt is a pack animal, though "packs" often contain fifteen to twenty members at minimum and at least 100 members on average. Each johnkt is extremely strong (particularly in the legs and jaw; jaws are able of crushing bones with ease) and incredibly agile, able to jump ten to fourteen feet easily. Teeth are retractable and are the size of nine inch blades. Arms/claws are theorized to pick over corpses/move loose flesh/organs when feasting.

These creatures are practically an urban myth, due the ferocity of their attacks and how many of those who have encountered these creatures have not survived.

Known Groups

The Tala
This group is an elite force in charge of protecting the inhabitants of Tutmose and propelling all invaders and threats from the three walls of Tutmose. Split into four sectors, one to protect and maintain general safety for all points of the compass, although there is a rumored fifth sector that acts as a black listed operations for the Tala.

The High Guard
This group is an additional unit of military that is solely located and mainly operates in The Highs. Commonly known for protecting all Highsborn citizens, this unit acts as direct defense against crime in The Highs, something this group takes great pride in. Often takes care of small to large matters, whether it be a public disagreement getting out of hand to beginnings of crime syndicates that spring up in The Highs from time to time.

Order of Kau (Pronounced Koh)
Very little information is truly known about this coven of supernatural humans (commonly known as witches). However, it is known that they hold the same religious status as the Umbra Brotherhood in the Wildwood. Rumored to be in league with "The Oracle," but no information is solid enough to support such claims.

Playground of the Omniverse

Land Marks of The Crossroads

Key
Red = Tutmose
Blue = Vortex Mountain Range
Green = (Known) Wildwood Settlements

~The Lows~



Old Boar's Inn:
Arguably the most popular place of stay and entertainment source in The Lows, the Old Boar's Inn is the size of an entire city block. Though only two stories in height, the OBI has been known to house several hundred people (though legally, it is only allowed three to four hundred).

Services provided include:
- Rooming (from single rooms to large parties of ten to fifteen)
- Dining (A large variety cross-dimension foods and beverages)
- Gambling (from slots to a cross-dimension card tables)
- Dancing/Live Entertainment
- Storage

~The Highs~