The Narrator

With Machine Gun and Sword: The Age of Warlords

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≈ Nihayat—Sehten, Beginning of an End

Zarakó, Herald of Lightning

Zarakó

☩
"Zarakó, oh Zarakó
Smite those who wronged us
Oh Zarakó
Pierce them with your arrow
Oh Zarakó
Devour their Souls
Oh Zarakó"

- Ritual Chant
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ℬasic ℭharacteristics

_{“Let Violence be answered with violence, Poison with poison. My bright vengeance shall rain down on all of them!”}

☩ ℕame--

Zarakó, the Serpentheaded/ Zarakó, the heavenly Archer

☩ God of--

Zarakó is the god of Vengeance and Serpents. But down from his divine post in Paarl he fires his arrows of Lightning if he is angered. His bow is the mighty bow of all colours, the Rainbow, or Zarakó's Bow as the common people call it. When is anger and lust for Vengeance is sated he will hang it in the sky for all humans to see.

☩ Gender--

♂

☩ Ѻrientation--

Zarakó is still young and wild. He lusts after many woman, divine or mortal.

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☩ ℘ortrayal--

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Zarakó's head is that of a serpent, the most vengeful animal. His teeth are long, his scales white and in his eyes glow with a golden fury.

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ℋistory

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☩ ℱamily--

When Zarakó was born he was considered the most beautiful of the gods. That was until [Insert other PC or NPC here] grew jealous and decapitated Zarakó. While Zarakó should have died out of his neck grew a new head. The head of the vengeful Serpent.

☩ ℂharacter relations--

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☩ Ƀiography--

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World of Darkness: City of Angels

Name: Jaques Francois Dubios
Age: Around 250 years
Clan: Nosferatu
Generation: 10th
Title: None

Biography:

Born a french nobleman about 30 years before the revolution Jaques was lucky. He had every comfort of the time, the best education available and was as handsome as one could be. In his youth he quickly acquired his true passion, painting. He ordered more portraits of himself than even the king, basking in his own beauty.
He knew nothing of vampires, werewolfs or the like but some of them took an interest in him. To be exact the Toreador did. A baron himself had an eye on the young nobleman and his artistic nature and taste. And Jaques life may have been quite different had that Baron decided to sire him sooner. You see at that time not only the peasantry grew angry with the nobility, the vampire clans themselves were also even more antagonistic to each other. So it came that a local Nosferatu was tasked by his elder to sire the young noble. The reason being nothing more than spite and malice.
It took several days before Jaques painful transformation was complete and he fully realized what he had become. A monster, no longer could he mingle with the high society, no longer could he admire himself in the paintings or mirrors. His clan taught him what he needed, some reluctantly. And Jaques learned, equally reluctantly. When the revolution came a few years later he was happy seeing his former equals loose their heads, the years had made him bitter.
This was however also the time he made his first theft. He did not steal trinkets or gold, he had no more use for those things. He stole his own visage, the paintings still collecting dust in his former home. He just could not see them lost to the rabble.
This was the beginning of something, he reinvigorated his love for art. Over the centuries he stole countless of priced paintings to add them to his private collection. From Van Gogh to Dali, the security of the museums and former owners could not keep someone with his abilities out. His bitternes disappeared and he became uncharacteristically cheerful for a Nosferatu. While his own clan found his obsession with art quite strange and the Toreador looked at him with disgust he still stole and stole and stole.
Now his way brought him to Los Angeles, he just recently moved there. He resides in an old overgrown and abandoned villa, storing the most expensive private art collection of the world.
But he quickly realized Los Angeles was dangerous, on the brink of a civil war. He was no fighter and no politician, he was a thief.
Running should have been his first instinct. But it was not.

World of Darkness: City of Angels

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Essence of the World: Flesh Reborn [Adv. Roleplay]

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Essence of the World: Flesh Reborn [Adv. Roleplay]

"Redtree, Redtree
guards the gateway
Redtree, Redtree
takes you away"

Redtree, Prince of the Appleorchard

Mirror, Mirror on the wall

Behind the Glamour

Age: "As old as sticks and stones, younger than my bones"
It is quite difficult to measure the age of Fae since time does not seem to flow the same way in their world. However it
is safe to assume that Redtree is several hundred years of age.

Gender: Fae are not bound to the same categorys as humans.

Race: Demonic

Sub-Class: Fae

"Redtree, Redtree
gives an inch takes a mile
Redtree, Redtree
grants you jest, takes your smile"

Description:
When one can choose his own looks through the magic of glamour it is just logical to choose a beautiful form. And even though the Fae don't really care for logic, some even despise the concept, this is true for most of them. Redtree chooses the Personas of Cedric or Cait Redtree when amongst humans. Both almost supernaturally beautiful young redheads. Their eyes are dreamy and promise strange worlds of pleasure, their skin pale and fair. In both forms Redtree tends to wear bright colours and has a inviting, playful smile.

History:
In the land of the Fae they rule supreme. They are bound by rules mortals cannot dare to understand and may seem nonsensical. It is a land of strange intrigue and wars that are indistinguishable from games. Nothing is at is seems.
Redtree does not really remember the time of his own birth. The way he remembers it he always was prince of the Appleorchard, his own little pocket of the realm of the Fae. And since he remembers he ruled over this land, as is the nature of the Fae however he grew bored. Quarreling with other Fae did keep him entertained for some time but that also passed. That when he found the perfect playthings, humans. The truly divine creations and favorites of the All-Creator were so incredibly interesting, so rational yet driven by passion, ingenious but yet foolish. So Redtree caught them, he collected them. He ventured out into the world of man, as a beautiful young man seducing maidens or just a pair of trees standing left and right of an old wood path.
But playing with humans could also only satisfy a creature as fickle as a Fae for a few century's. That is when he found a new way. Making deals with humans. Humans were willing to trade almost everything for riches, their children, their smile, memories and souls. And this is where Redwoods story still is. But times have changed. The fae are weak, their realm in ruins. Now he sits in the Goblin Market of Loom, offering artifacts of his lost homeland and favors.

Abilities/Skills:

• Glamour: Glamour is the ability of the Fae to make one thing seem like another. These things do not only look another way, in a crude way they almost are. A Fae like Redwood that hides behind glamour does not only seem smaller, he is. The glamour masking Redtrees true form is constant as long as he wishes to and after years of practice takes basically no effort, changing the appearence he has is as easy as putting on a new pair of socks. Other magical beings or mages might have ways to pierce it and iron, as it negates all his powers, will always bring out his true form. Putting glamour around a nonliving thing, like masking a twig to appear like a legendary sword may last a long time, perhaps months or even years but mostly till a poor fool tries to parry another weapon with it. Countless humans asked for beauty from Redtree and the all got it, temporary. The duration of the glamour is most often following arbitrary rules, perhaps the spell will disappear after marriage or the first kiss, maybe even after just one night.
• Contracts: The power of the Fae comes from words and stories. This is most obvious with there ability to use contracts. A Fae use ancient contracts made with the natural World by long gone Fae to make nature do their bidding. A Hedge could be asked to grow into terrible form, accorrding to a contract made with plants or the ground to open up and shallow someone. Since the contracts have been made in times and places long gone and forgotten most Fae just use certain clauses of these contracts. Contracts can be used as long as the Fae regularly pays a price, it is said that souls are often used as payment, other payments are much more esoteric. As a angry mop once wanted to burn Redtree for witchcraft, the Fae allowed himself some fun and demanded that the flame would not burn him according to a clause of a ancient contract, all fire asked in return was that Redtree made just one mortal worship it once again. The nature of the Contract defines its appearance:
  a Fae who seems “fireproof” actually has a Contract with fire itself to cause him no harm, while a Fae who can fly might have either a Contract with the air to buoy him or with a bird to grant him its aspects.
• Pledges: Like in the Fairytales of old a Fae can use language and words as their weapons. Accepting a deal with a Fae is binding by their strange laws. Many storys speak of a man selling his soul and suddenly feeling a harsh sting in his chest because a verbal deal with a Fae is far more than just some words and the creature now holds the soul of the human. The other way around, if a Fae makes a promise he is bound to keep it. Since this type of magic is verbal if Redtree is unable to speak he is also unable to use it.
• Fae Physiology: A Fae is no mere Mortal. Redtree has a much superior strength, even if he basically never uses it. His true strength is enough to easily lift cars but is only usable in his unglamoured true form. His durability is also superhuman, able to take immense amount of regular non magical or non iron-based damage.

Weaknesses:

• Cold Iron: Iron is the bane of the Fae since a Fae once broke a contract with iron. It burns them and robs them of their power.
• His True Name: Anyone who knows the true name of a Fae can control them and bind them.
• Catches: Fae have to abide by certain individual rules, Redwood cant enter a house if he is not invited, church bells hurt him and he cannot harm anyone carrying a birch twig.

Notable Belongings:

• The Bag of the lost: This bag holds the souls of dozens of fools who thought making a deal with Fae would be a good idea, or who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Redtree uses these to pay for contracts or make deals with other magical inhabitants of Loom. When glamoured the bag is just a small little satchel.
• The Birch Mirror: Appearing to be just an ordinary antique hand mirror with a birch handle this mirror shows in truth the true form of every Fae that looks into it. But much more importantly, it is a gateway into the realm of the Fae.

"Redtree, Redtree
By your name he will bind you
Redtree, Redtree
in his world none will find you"

Essence of the World: Flesh Reborn [Adv. Roleplay]

@Fallenreaper

Glamour: Glamour is the ability of the Fae to make one thing seem like another. These things do not only look another way, in a crude way they almost are. A Fae like Redwood that hides behind glamour does not only seem smaller, he is.

-Does this work on everything, or just non-living things?
-Does he have to focus to retain it or cast once, then it wears off over time?
-How long can he do that?
-Does Iron negate it?

I hope I answered these question!

Contracts: The Fae cannot create. This is an ability withheld for beings of divine heritage. Fae can only change things, their power comes from words and stories. This is most obvious with their ability to use contracts. A Fae use ancient contracts made with the natural by long gone Fae to make nature do their bidding. A Hedge could be asked to grow into terrible form or the ground to open up and shallow someone.
@The Narrator

-First sentence confused me, do you mean they can’t create things? I ask this because creating and establishing contracts is obviously creating something. :P
Yeah that was a bit of a throwaway sentence does not make a lot of sense.
-How does a contract work?
-How is it done?
-What is needed for it?
-Is it a ritual or simple handshake?
Neither, just short bargaining with the Element or Concept and agreement of the price. Example: Redtree wants to stop a car, he makes a contract with Stone that he rises up and stops it. Stone demands for example a human soul wich Redtree provides. Then a stone spike rises from the ground stopping the car.
-Do both parties need to be in agreement?
Yes.
-What creatures do these extend to? Just plants and animals, or does it extend to humans, Angels and other Demons as well?
Non Supernatural, Plants, animals, Elements.
-If it’s just explaining how he can control nature, are there limits based on the contracts of old? What are some of the things he can’t ask of the ‘Hedge’ to do? More clarity with this ability would be helpful for me to understand it.
Grow, change form, catch someone with its vines. But nothing that is "beyond" a Plant to do like speak with a human or suddenly catch flames.
-What happens when a contract is broken?
If Redtree would dare to break a contract the other party would deny Redtree to ever contact them again for a contract and possibly becoming another weakness like Iron is.

Pledges: Like in the Fairytales of old a Fae can use language and words as their weapons. Accepting a deal with a Fae is binding by their strange laws.
Could you go into a bit more detail? This would help me limit down the questions I will ask next in my second review.

Nothing like the Thuum I am afraid. It is more just the fact that verbal contracts with Fae are magic. Example: Redtree makes a deal with Holly Knight that he grants her entrance to the Fae world for a mission on the condition that she brings her a item he left there when she returns. If she fails to uphold her end of the bargain no shadow shall again give her protection from unwanted sight. Meaning that for some reason her silhouette would stand out in even the darkest night.

Essence of the World: Flesh Reborn [Adv. Roleplay]

"Redtree, Redtree
guards the gateway
Redtree, Redtree
takes you away"

Redtree, Prince of the Appleorchard

Mirror, Mirror on the wall

Behind the Glamour

Age: "As old as sticks and stones, younger than my bones"
It is quite difficult to measure the age of Fae since time does not seem to flow the same way in their world. However it
is safe to assume that Redtree is several hundred years of age.

Gender: Fae are not bound to the same categorys as humans.

Race: Demonic

Sub-Class: Fae

"Redtree, Redtree
gives an inch takes a mile
Redtree, Redtree
grants you jest, takes your smile"

Description:
When one can choose his own looks through the magic of glamour it is just logical to choose a beautiful form. And even though the Fae don't really care for logic, some even despise the concept, this is true for most of them. Redtree chooses the Personas of Cedric or Cait Redtree when amongst humans. Both almost supernaturally beautiful young redheads. Their eyes are dreamy and promise strange worlds of pleasure, their skin pale and fair. In both forms Redtree tends to wear bright colours and has a inviting, playful smile.

History:
In the land of the Fae they rule supreme. They are bound by rules mortals cannot dare to understand and may seem nonsensical. It is a land of strange intrigue and wars that are indistinguishable from games. Nothing is at is seems.
Redtree does not really remember the time of his own birth. The way he remembers it he always was prince of the Appleorchard, his own little pocket of the realm of the Fae. And since he remembers he ruled over this land, as is the nature of the Fae however he grew bored. Quarreling with other Fae did keep him entertained for some time but that also passed. That when he found the perfect playthings, humans. The truly divine creations and favorites of the All-Creator were so incredibly interesting, so rational yet driven by passion, ingenious but yet foolish. So Redtree caught them, he collected them. He ventured out into the world of man, as a beautiful young man seducing maidens or just a pair of trees standing left and right of an old wood path.
But playing with humans could also only satisfy a creature as fickle as a Fae for a few century's. That is when he found a new way. Making deals with humans. Humans were willing to trade almost everything for riches, their children, their smile, memories and souls. And this is where Redwoods story still is. But times have changed. The fae are weak, their realm in ruins. Now he sits in the Goblin Market of Loom, offering artifacts of his lost homeland and favors.

Abilities/Skills:

• Glamour: Glamour is the ability of the Fae to make one thing seem like another. These things do not only look another way, in a crude way they almost are. A Fae like Redwood that hides behind glamour does not only seem smaller, he is. The glamour masking Redtrees true form is constant as long as he wishes to and after years of practice takes basically no effort, changing the appearence he has is as easy as putting on a new pair of socks. Other magical beings or mages might have ways to pierce it and iron, as it negates all his powers, will always bring out his true form. Putting glamour around a nonliving thing, like masking a twig to appear like a legendary sword may last a long time, perhaps months or even years but mostly till a poor fool tries to parry another weapon with it. Countless humans asked for beauty from Redtree and the all got it, temporary. The duration of the glamour is most often following arbitrary rules, perhaps the spell will disappear after marriage or the first kiss, maybe even after just one night.
• Contracts: The power of the Fae comes from words and stories. This is most obvious with there ability to use contracts. A Fae use ancient contracts made with the natural World by long gone Fae to make nature do their bidding. A Hedge could be asked to grow into terrible form, accorrding to a contract made with plants or the ground to open up and shallow someone. Since the contracts have been made in times and places long gone and forgotten most Fae just use certain clauses of these contracts. Contracts can be used as long as the Fae regularly pays a price, it is said that souls are often used as payment, other payments are much more esoteric. As a angry mop once wanted to burn Redtree for witchcraft, the Fae allowed himself some fun and demanded that the flame would not burn him according to a clause of a ancient contract, all fire asked in return was that Redtree made just one mortal worship it once again. The nature of the Contract defines its appearance:
  a Fae who seems “fireproof” actually has a Contract with fire itself to cause him no harm, while a Fae who can fly might have either a Contract with the air to buoy him or with a bird to grant him its aspects.
• Pledges: Like in the Fairytales of old a Fae can use language and words as their weapons. Accepting a deal with a Fae is binding by their strange laws. Many storys speak of a man selling his soul and suddenly feeling a harsh sting in his chest because a verbal deal with a Fae is far more than just some words and the creature now holds the soul of the human. The other way around, if a Fae makes a promise he is bound to keep it. Since this type of magic is verbal if Redtree is unable to speak he is also unable to use it.
• Fae Physiology: A Fae is no mere Mortal. Redtree has a much superior strength, even if he basically never uses it. His true strength is enough to easily lift cars but is only usable in his unglamoured true form. His durability is also superhuman, able to take immense amount of regular non magical or non iron-based damage.

Weaknesses:

• Cold Iron: Iron is the bane of the Fae since a Fae once broke a contract with iron. It burns them and robs them of their power.
• His True Name: Anyone who knows the true name of a Fae can control them and bind them.
• Catches: Fae have to abide by certain individual rules, Redwood cant enter a house if he is not invited, church bells hurt him and he cannot harm anyone carrying a birch twig.

Notable Belongings:

• The Bag of the lost: This bag holds the souls of dozens of fools who thought making a deal with Fae would be a good idea, or who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Redtree uses these to pay for contracts or make deals with other magical inhabitants of Loom. When glamoured the bag is just a small little satchel.
• The Birch Mirror: Appearing to be just an ordinary antique hand mirror with a birch handle this mirror shows in truth the true form of every Fae that looks into it. But much more importantly, it is a gateway into the realm of the Fae.

"Redtree, Redtree
By your name he will bind you
Redtree, Redtree
in his world none will find you"

Essence of the World: Flesh Reborn [Adv. Roleplay]

"Redtree, Redtree
guards the gateway
Redtree, Redtree
takes you away"

Cedric Redtree, Prince of the Appleorchard

Mirror, Mirror on the wall

Behind the Glamour

Age: "As old as sticks and stones, younger than my bones"
It is quite difficult to measure the age of Fae since time does not seem to flow the same way in their world. However it
is safe to assume that Redtree is several hundred years of age.

Gender: Male

Race: Demonic

Sub-Class: Fae

"Redtree, Redtree
gives an inch takes a mile
Redtree, Redtree
grants you jest, takes your smile"

Description:
When one can choose his own looks through the magic of glamour it is just logical to choose a beautiful form. And even though the Fae don't really care for logic, some even despise the concept, this is true for most of them. Redtree chooses the Persona of Cedric Redtree when amongst humans. A almost supernaturally beautiful young man. His eyes are dreamy and promise strange worlds of pleasure, his skin pale and fair.

History:
In the land of the Fae they rule supreme. They are bound by rules mortals cannot dare to understand and may seem nonsensical. It is a land of strange intrigue and wars that are indistinguishable from games. Nothing is at is seems.
Redtree does not really remember the time of his own birth. The way he remembers it he always was prince of the Appleorchard, his own little pocket of the realm of the Fae. And since he remembers he ruled over this land, as is the nature of the Fae however he grew bored. Quarreling with other Fae did keep him entertained for some time but that also passed. That when he found the perfect playthings, humans. The truly divine creations and favorites of the All-Creator were so incredibly interesting, so rational yet driven by passion, ingenious but yet foolish. So Redtree caught them, he collected them. He ventured out into the world of man, as a beautiful young man seducing maidens or just a pair of trees standing left and right of an old wood path.
But playing with humans could also only satisfy a creature as fickle as a Fae for a few century's. That is when he found a new way. Making deals with humans. Humans were willing to trade almost everything for riches, their children, their smile, memories and souls. And this is where Redwoods story still is. But times have changed. The fae are weak, their realm in ruins. Now he sits in the Goblin Market of Loom, offering artifacts of his lost homeland and favors.

Abilities/Skills:

• Glamour: Glamour is the ability of the Fae to make one thing seem like another. These things do not only look another way, in a
  crude way they almost are. A Fae like Redwood that hides behind glamour does not only seem smaller, he is.
• Contracts: The Fae cannot create. This is an ability withheld for beings of divine heritage. Fae can only change things, their
  power comes from words and stories. This is most obvious with there ability to use contracts. A Fae use ancient contracts
  made with the natural by long gone Fae to make nature do their bidding. A Hedge could be asked to grow into terrible form
  or the ground to open up and shallow someone.
• Pledges: Like in the Fairytales of old a Fae can use language and words as their weapons. Accepting a deal with a Fae is binding
  by their strange laws.

Weaknesses:

• Cold Iron: Iron is the bane of the Fae since a Fae once broke a contract with iron. It burns them and robs them of their power.
• His True Name: Anyone who knows the true name of a Fae can control them and bind them.
• Catches: Fae have to abide by certain individual rules, Redwood cant enter a house if he is not invited, church bells hurt him and he cannot harm anyone carrying a birch twig.

Notable Belongings:

WIP

"Redtree, Redtree
By your name he will bind you
Redtree, Redtree
in his world none will find you"

Terra

Roach

Roach CCCXXVII, the Bugman

Profile

The Bugman known as Roach is about 1,80cm in height and blessed with a muscular physique. He is a bugman from the Underkingdom, Roachmen most people call them. Roachmen don't get especially old and Roach himself is with about his 24 years of age considered a fully grown adult. His whole body is covered in dirty orange/brownish chitin with several small spikes piercing out of it.

Biography

Roach was born in the Underkingdom a gigantic almost anarchic realm of Roachmen located in gigantic underground tunnels that may have had some use to the ancient ones some millennia ago. The Roachmen are neither known for their ingenuity, orderliness or their sense for beauty, so the Underkingdom is a stinking, ugly and dark place filled with poorly constructed buildings and social disorder.
It was here that Roach was born as the 327th son of his clan, thus being named Roach CCCXXVII. He was taller and broader that all his brothers and sisters and always out for trouble. Live in the Underkingdom is always a live of only the bare necessities for most of the population but Roachmen don't need much to survive. Roach worked like all members of his clan, farming cave-growing fungi and hunting whatever sickly mutant creatures life in the tunnels. When he started maturing however he discovered his actual talent, punching.
Roach got into a new fight every day, knocking someones teeth out and loosing a few himself. But he got better every day, eventually getting hired by a local baron as muscle. While this part of Roaches life is a time he remembers fondly, it was also not to last. It did not take long until he destroyed his own little paradise by accidentally breaking the wrong arm and he was hunted.
With little other choice Roach escaped to the Overworld hoping to start again.

Roach is a very talented brawler, comfortable with a number of blunt weapons but mostly relying on his lovably named junk-axe Susie. His Chitin also offers him quite the defence against most blunt force. Even though he has wings the are not very usefull for long distances and he only uses them for short jumps or boosts of speed.

Relationships

WIP