Sterling

Schism: Blood of Heroes

Birth Name: Maeve Daughter of Rhiannon

Alter Ego: Eve

Gender: Female

Age: Not entirely sure… Time is so funny to think about. Seems like I was born in the mid 500’s AD. I look good for my age! (Appearance of mid 20’s)

Country of Origin: In what is now considered Wales

Archetype: Supernatural. Fae. Succubus.

Allegiance: Champions.

Appearance: http://www.fashiontvromania.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Madalina-Ghenea-01.jpg

Powers/Skills: As a Succubus I feed off of people’s energy. More specifically amorous, lecherous feelings. Sexual if you will. In return I can create these feelings of lust or love in a person. My powers of persuasion are vast. I merely need to be close enough to encourage a certain vibe as it were. A touch is more than enough.

Back when I was young I would take too much of my…’lovers’ energy and drain them entirely dry, leaving a corpse. But it’s been AGES since I’ve lost that kind of control. Now all I need is a sip here and there to keep me going. I don’t need to kill to survive. Of course the ability is still there…

As it is other than my complete ability to attract and persuade I’m in effect human. An extremely long lived human who won’t die until my head is chopped off or my body dismembered or starved to death… To be clear I don’t mean food. Anyway! No extra strength, no particular ability to heal or fly or cast flames. I can be injured just as easily as a human.

Equipment/Resources: I’ve been issued a gun of some sort…I believe they call it a 1911. I carry that around. I do miss the days with bows and arrows… I was quite handy with a knife. Do you remember when you had to carry around your eating knife? Those were the days. Ehem. I digress.

Biography: Being a live as long as I have, and for so much of it in the shadows and in a world no one ever accepted, I’ve become a little … What’s the word? Jaded? No that’s not it. Ambivalent about it all. Yes. I was born in a village with my mother and my father. They were fae as well. We lived with others of our kind and it was a lovely little life.

But Humans, as they are wont to do, eventually drove us out. Not intentionally, but purely by growing their own villages. Secrecy was paramount and when the humans came too close the clan was divided. By that time I was easily considered an adult and adventurous at that. I wanted to live among the humans as some of do, and feel and smell and taste their world.

What a world. So loud, so alive, so vile. I watched the rise and fall of petty fiefdoms and kingdoms. I marveled at their tenaciously and short lives. At their violence.They did so much for the small amount of time they were here. I rather fell in love with the race as a whole. Of course…They were also my source of energy. Of life. Food...

For eons I passed my time traveling and learning. Seeing all that there was and yet never being SEEN. For my appearance did not change, I did not age. I did not die. It sounds more lonely than it was. I always had fae I could be my true self with, and I had human friends who I could keep for a time before moving on.

Forever wanting to know more, to learn, to touch and smell and feel, I traveled their world and learned every new thing I could. Every language, every dance, every song. When the time finally came for us fae to proclaim our true existence and step into the light I was beyond ready. Even more so, when the position for the Champions was offered I leapt at the opportunity to shape the world I had watched for so long. To work close to other creatures like myself and unlike myself. To see more. To be seen.

The incident at Nagoya was …Regrettable. The Humans were livid… All their buildings smashed, people dead. I used the word regrettable for Culloden as well. And every French revolution there was (many). And those ‘world wars’. Humans have such short lives they cannot remember the horrors this world has gone through, and will go through. While it saddened me greatly to see my brethren fallen, and such a mess to be made, I suppose one might consider me dispassionate, for I do not feel the Champions did anything wrong. Accidents happen, lives will be lost. Regrettable but not damnable.

Special Notes: Not currently

1920's Gangsters

Hey guys where are we at with this?

Schism: Blood of Heroes

@MrDidact I had always considered Succubus under the fae category personally. But then I sort of think of Fae as a big general category like "human" and that there are many subsets under that banner. Succubus are certainly more on the 'demony' side of things but ultimately fae. At least that was the way I had been operating. Thoughts?

Avalon Academy: The Confines of the Crown

C H A R A C T E R

"I sleep with both eyes open."

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Princess Nikalai Sandsdri Lothlahr of Kingdom Lothloryen

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17.

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Female

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Ethnicity: Zkreli

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A prime example of warrior breeding, Nikalai easily reaches 6 feet in height (and still growing), with long legs and strong arms. Her pale blonde hair is well past her shoulders in length and almost always kept up in intricate braids that serve as fashionable and practical. One’s long hair can get in the way of more important things. But one does want to look their best when beheading a goblin.

Fair skin and a pointed nose, sharp blue eyes with strong brows, Nikalai is an imposing figure. Luckily her full mouth is more often barred in a grin rather than a snarl.

While she is attractive she might not be considered beautiful or pretty. More…Intimidatingly stunning?

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Bold, strong willed, opinionated. Just a few words to describe Nikalai. In a world where the strong and fearless rule and the weak don’t make it long Nikalai was raised to be a resilient ruler.

Cunning and swift with her tongue Nikalai can be sharp with her words and a brute when angry. She works often to control her temper and while she is one to act quickly, has learned that patience is key. Watch your prey, know your enemy.

But Nikalai is not all fight and hunter. She is also good humored and quick to laugh (almost as quick she is to anger). While being a Princess has led her to enjoy a more genteel life, she by no means is delicate. She is just as likely to punch a friend in the arm as she is to ‘giggle’ at their witty banter. And she is not above pranks. Not at all.

While it is difficult to make friends with Nikalai, and even more so to gain her trust or respect, once that relationship is gained Nikalai is loyal almost to a fault.

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Nikalai had a normal childhood. You know…Learning to hunt down orcs and goblins, learning to throw a spear before she could properly walk. Knife play at the dinner table. The usual.

With an older brother leading by example Nikalai learned quickly and enthusiastically. Her parents encouraged her studies and it was always understood that she would go off to school one day.

Forever the dare devil and feeling the need to keep up with the older boys and squires Nikalai had a tremendous amount of hope and tenacity. And luck seemed to be on her sides, regularly getting out of situations that were down right dangerous with little more than a scraped knee or a bloodied nose.

When her brother went missing (Nikalai was rather young at the time) she never lost hope that he would return. And much to the families shock and joy he did. This magical return of her beloved sibling further instilled Nikalai with the belief that if you wanted something bad enough it would come true.

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With Nikalai’s propensity for stealth and cunning it was clear she could benefit from a higher level of education. Additionally it is tradition to send the heirs off to school. So off she went. While it was annoying to be removed from her life in the cliffs, her adventures and thrills decreased, Nikalai knows her family only want what is best for her and so begrudgingly is going with the plan.

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Diplomacy: While Nikalai is charming in a blunt sort of way, she has never been considered one to mince her words.

Faith: Her faith is more in her own abilities than anything else.

Intrigue: She does love knowing secrets, figuring out what makes other people tick. While she is not diplomatic, she is cunning.

Magic: She’ll leave that to her brother.

Martial: Now you’re talking! Skilled in combat and in tactics Nikalai already excels in this topic and will continue to do so.

Stewardship: While trained to understand mathematics, there is no great passion for those sorts of things.

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A few servants, nothing particularly notable.

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Uncle Alaric Lothlahr, Marshal of The Conclave and Instructor of Martial Studies
Prometheus Artemis Lothlahr (older brother)

Several acquaintances from here and there, other Princes and Princesses from neighboring Kingdoms. You know, Social things.

1920's Gangsters

Thanks alright. Thanks for the update.

Avalon Academy: The Confines of the Crown

@Polaris North absolutely. Pm me if you want to colab some past events

Avalon Academy: The Confines of the Crown

@Polaris North absolutely. Pm me if you want to colab some past events

Schism: Blood of Heroes

Birth Name: Maeve Daughter of Rhiannon

Alter Ego: Eve

Gender: Female

Age: Not entirely sure… Time is so funny to think about. Seems like I was born in the mid 500’s AD. I look good for my age! (Appearance of mid 20’s)

Country of Origin: In what is now considered Wales

Archetype: Supernatural. Fae. Succubus.

Allegiance: Champions.

Appearance: http://www.fashiontvromania.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Madalina-Ghenea-01.jpg

Powers/Skills: As a Succubus I feed off of people’s energy. More specifically amorous, lecherous feelings. Sexual if you will. In return I can create these feelings of lust or love in a person. My powers of persuasion are vast. I merely need to be close enough to encourage a certain vibe as it were. A touch is more than enough.

Back when I was young I would take too much of my…’lovers’ energy and drain them entirely dry, leaving a corpse. But it’s been AGES since I’ve lost that kind of control. Now all I need is a sip here and there to keep me going. I don’t need to kill to survive. Of course the ability is still there…

As it is other than my complete ability to attract and persuade I’m in effect human. An extremely long lived human who won’t die until my head is chopped off or my body dismembered or starved to death… To be clear I don’t mean food. Anyway! No extra strength, no particular ability to heal or fly or cast flames. I can be injured just as easily as a human.

Equipment/Resources: I’ve been issued a gun of some sort…I believe they call it a 1911. I carry that around. I do miss the days with bows and arrows… I was quite handy with a knife. Do you remember when you had to carry around your eating knife? Those were the days. Ehem. I digress.

Biography: Being a live as long as I have, and for so much of it in the shadows and in a world no one ever accepted, I’ve become a little … What’s the word? Jaded? No that’s not it. Ambivalent about it all. Yes. I was born in a village with my mother and my father. They were fae as well. We lived with others of our kind and it was a lovely little life.

But Humans, as they are wont to do, eventually drove us out. Not intentionally, but purely by growing their own villages. Secrecy was paramount and when the humans came too close the clan was divided. By that time I was easily considered an adult and adventurous at that. I wanted to live among the humans as some of do, and feel and smell and taste their world.

What a world. So loud, so alive, so vile. I watched the rise and fall of petty fiefdoms and kingdoms. I marveled at their tenaciously and short lives. At their violence.They did so much for the small amount of time they were here. I rather fell in love with the race as a whole. Of course…They were also my source of energy. Of life. Food...

For eons I passed my time traveling and learning. Seeing all that there was and yet never being SEEN. For my appearance did not change, I did not age. I did not die. It sounds more lonely than it was. I always had fae I could be my true self with, and I had human friends who I could keep for a time before moving on.

Forever wanting to know more, to learn, to touch and smell and feel, I traveled their world and learned every new thing I could. Every language, every dance, every song. When the time finally came for us fae to proclaim our true existence and step into the light I was beyond ready. Even more so, when the position for the Champions was offered I leapt at the opportunity to shape the world I had watched for so long. To work close to other creatures like myself and unlike myself. To see more. To be seen.

The incident at Nagoya was …Regrettable. The Humans were livid… All their buildings smashed, people dead. I used the word regrettable for Culloden as well. And every French revolution there was (many). And those ‘world wars’. Humans have such short lives they cannot remember the horrors this world has gone through, and will go through. While it saddened me greatly to see my brethren fallen, and such a mess to be made, I suppose one might consider me dispassionate, for I do not feel the Champions did anything wrong. Accidents happen, lives will be lost. Regrettable but not damnable.

Special Notes: Not currently

Schism: Blood of Heroes

@Polyphemus How do you feel about a Succubus ?

Avalon Academy: The Confines of the Crown

@Sloth PM me :)