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Torchlight

Luddick

Name: Luddick

Appearance:

Luddick

Class: Gunslinger

Devotion: Ragnarok

Familiar: "Animals aren't my thing."

Spell List: "Magic? A bullet moves a lot faster than a fireball, as I've seen it."

Backstory: Luddick, who prefers not to use his family name, was born to a father of noble lineage and a mother who worked as head of security to his father. He grew up surrounded by tutors who educated him on worldly matters, manners, and speech. His mother's tutors, on the other hand, taught him self-defense, hunting, and, most importantly, the art of firearms. As his mother personally taught him the way of the gun, his father began plotting to raise up his family to a higher noble position. This backfired almost immediately, however, when his father's right hand man, Ralius, betrayed him to the authorities. Luddick, now a young adult, was forced to flee with his pistols and leave his family behind. Dropping his last name, he began working as a caravan guardsman to make a living.

He killed his first man when a group of bandits attacked a wagon carrying boxes of a rare hallucinogenic flower. There were other mercenaries with Luddick, but nonetheless there were enough bandits that they could hardly take them all. Their leader was a tall man with a pistol who planned on selling the flowers to a group of nobles who used the flower to entertain themselves. The fight was rough, and a few people on both sides didn't make it out. Luddick shot and killed three men, which in his adrenaline-fueled state didn't bother him much. Suddenly Luddick found himself facing the bandit leader, who at the time had been wielding his sword and had his pistol at his hips. Before the leader could even draw his gun, Luddick raised his arm and put a bullet straight into the center of his face. The bandit swayed, what remained of his face taking on a surprised expression, and then he collapsed like a cut string puppet.

After the battle had ended, shortly after the leader's death, Luddick found himself shaken, almost sickened by the act of violence and the messy results. Still, he steeled himself. Life, he told himself, was violent and all too often short. It was a dog-eat-dog world, and he had to get used to it. Shortly afterwards, he signed up to do bounty work, specifically to make himself a harder man. It worked. A couple years later he was much more fire-forged, not to mention considerably more steely. All he lost was his innocence.

Eventually he found the poster for the King's Call being carried by a messenger in a caravan Luddick was guarding. Luddick slowly finished his caravan job before taking off, bringing with him only what he needed.

Gaia Frontier (5e)

Hey, I'm thinking about joining if it's still open. As for the race of my dude, is Tengu (essentially a crow man) too outlandish?

Torchlight

Luddick

Name: Luddick

Appearance:

Luddick

Class: Gunslinger

Devotion: Ragnarok

Familiar: "Animals aren't my thing."

Spell List: "Magic? A bullet moves a lot faster than a fireball, as I've seen it."

Backstory: Luddick, who prefers not to use his family name, was born to a father of noble lineage and a mother who worked as head of security to his father. He grew up surrounded by tutors who educated him on worldly matters, manners, and speech. His mother's tutors, on the other hand, taught him self-defense, hunting, and, most importantly, the art of firearms. As his mother personally taught him the way of the gun, his father began plotting to raise up his family to a higher noble position. This backfired almost immediately, however, when his father's right hand man, Ralius, betrayed him to the authorities. Luddick, now a young adult, was forced to flee with his pistols and leave his family behind. Dropping his last name, he began working as a caravan guardsman to make a living.

He killed his first man when a group of bandits attacked a wagon carrying boxes of a rare hallucinogenic flower. There were other mercenaries with Luddick, but nonetheless there were enough bandits that they could hardly take them all. Their leader was a tall man with a pistol who planned on selling the flowers to a group of nobles who used the flower to entertain themselves. The fight was rough, and a few people on both sides didn't make it out. Luddick shot and killed three men, which in his adrenaline-fueled state didn't bother him much. Suddenly Luddick found himself facing the bandit leader, who at the time had been wielding his sword and had his pistol at his hips. Before the leader could even draw his gun, Luddick raised his arm and put a bullet straight into the center of his face. The bandit swayed, what remained of his face taking on a surprised expression, and then he collapsed like a cut string puppet.

After the battle had ended, shortly after the leader's death, Luddick found himself shaken, almost sickened by the act of violence and the messy results. Still, he steeled himself. Life, he told himself, was violent and all too often short. It was a dog-eat-dog world, and he had to get used to it. Shortly afterwards, he signed up to do bounty work, specifically to make himself a harder man. It worked. A couple years later he was much more fire-forged, not to mention considerably more steely. All he lost was his innocence.

Eventually he found the poster for the King's Call being carried by a messenger in a caravan Luddick was guarding. Luddick slowly finished his caravan job before taking off, bringing with him only what he needed.

Torchlight

I know it says this is still open, but just in case, I'm asking if I can still apply. I'm thinking of a gunslinger right now.

Edit: Also are you open to nonhuman characters, or is this strictly human heroes like in the game? If not, I'm not thinking of something extravagant, just some bird dude, a little like the dude I'll put below (but more gunslinger-y). I just think a birdman twirling guns would be cool.

Birdo

The Academy

Name; Cadugan Wyn

Age; 18

Personality; Cadugan is a guarded guy, one who doesn't speak of himself often. He enjoys making friends but isn't too good at it. He likes to know things about other people and isn't above snooping, but if he truly respects a person, he'll leave them alone. He doesn't laugh often but does smile frequently. He enjoys reading, chess, and talking to others. He dislikes sharing personal information (especially about before he died) and arrogance.

Brief History; - Cadugan Wyn was born in America, contrary to what some believe. His parents were Welsh, but they rarely spoke of their past life. They never taught Cadugan their tongue, speaking solely in English. He grew up a normal American life, or at least he did until the senior year of high school. On the walk home after school, he saw a bright, flickering light in the woods, and, entranced, followed it. Drawn in by the wisp's spell, he was unable to stop himself from following it, and soon became lost. The wisp had led him deep into the forest, into the fey's territory. The magic of the land kept him from ever leaving, and when he died, nearly a week and a half into it without water, he, too, became a wisp. He's only been a wisp for a few years, and hasn't completely adjusted to the life of a supernatural being.

Species; - Will O' Wisp, a type of ghost that lures people into woods or marshes and confuses them until they are lost. He is capable of taking both a physical form, for all intents and purposes human, and a ghostly form, in which he glows brightly at night.

Sexual Orientation; Homosexual

Additional Information; Amateur bass guitarist.

Unheroic: The Fish and The Falls [Closed]

"The golems are ready, sir," Defender of the House Damion Dire spoke.

Magus Willow looked down at the kneeling man, her face stern and hard. "There is no need for such formalities anymore, Damion. This fight has brought us all to equals."

Damion stood. "To be honest, sir, I don't know how much longer I can do this. The other animators are doing their best, but it's taking a toll on them too."

It was true. Damion alone had animated at least a dozen golems in the past week, and the toll was showing. He looked weak, frail. Still, when one has magic, frailty of the body does not always mean weakness.

Magus Willow turned to the window, gazing outward towards the horizon, where at any moment the enemy might appear. "You may slow your pace, but we cannot stop. The golems are invaluable to the war effort." She sighed, her features losing their sharpness for a second. "This war is taking its toll on us all. On us is the burden of command. We take to the field with our mages, we risk our lives. You know what that's like." She looked back to Damion. "Where is Quinn in all of this?"

"Working under Magus Gaven, sir, in the medical wing," Damion responded. Quinn was his partner in metaphorical crime, at least since they solved the case of the Cult. Those days were so far away now, those days of dubiously legal service. Now everything was by the book, carefully recorded in the book, too. He was no longer a freelancer; he was a Defender. And he had never considered that one day he would have to defend the House on such a scale.

"I see," Magus Willow said. "Well, I'm sure he's doing well. Now, about the reemergence of the Cult."

The Cult had indeed resurfaced. The prison the surviving members had been kept in had been breached sometime near the beginning of the invasion. The members that did survive were the most powerful of the Cult; Craven, Dregg, and White. They had been troubling the Magus House by aiding the invaders, even though whether they were actually on the same side was a mystery. 

"Well, I've put them away once before, sir, I can do it again. I'll just need Quinn."

Willow stood in silence for a second. "Perhaps I can arrange you two to go out and solve them. For good, this time. We have nowhere to hold them."

That's when everything went bad.

Willow turned to look out the window again and began to speak. Before she could form a single word, a small dot, tiny but noticeable, began growing larger on the horizon. Willow closed her mouth, the words fading out of her mouth. The ball grew larger. By the time it was roughly the size of a basketball, Willow was turning to Damion. "Go! We're under attack!"

Damion turned and broke into a sprint without a word. He broke into the courtyard of the House - Why had they built it outside the city again? - and rang the alarm. Immediately the other mages began readying themselves, all of which became useless when the ball, the fireball, collided explosively with the side of the House. The part of the House which happened to contain the medical wing.

"NO!" Damion screamed. He immediately burst into a sprint for the now large hole in the House. Quinn couldn't possibly be dead. Not after all this. Not after all they had been through together.

By the time he reached there, a blue bubble had emerged from the rubble. Magus Gaven rose from the dust with a half dozen people inside his shield. As the shield collapsed, Magus Gaven fell to his knees and Damion ran up to him. A quick scan of the survivors revealed no Quinn.

"Where is Quinn?!" Damion nearly screamed at the Magus. "Why isn't he with you?"

"He was on the other side of the wing," Gaven panted. "I could only shield those near me." Gaven turned to outside the House. "This wasn't any ordinary magic. If I had to guess, this is White's doing, with the Outsider's help."

Damion wasn't listening. His mind was going completely blank. Quinn. Quinn. Quinn. Damion's eyes scanned the rubble, seeing only burnt corpses or people on their way to being burnt corpses. No Quinn in sight. "No..." Damion whispered.

But there was no time to mourn. On the horizon, a figure crested the hill. It was White, the cultist, but something about him was... different. He seemed to glow with an otherworldly energy, crackling with power and death. Even from a distance Damion heard his mad hyena cackle, tinged with a hint of madness. Even the Magi would have trouble forming such a formidable attack, and how he got past the shield dome would require even more power.

Damion couldn't grieve just yet. No, he had one thing on his mind. Kill White.

And so he marched forward, his anger so incandescent that his whole body seemed to burst into flames. As White too drew closer, Damion broke into a run, and the two mages met in the middle. And so it began.

--~--

Damion woke with a start, not even realizing he was awake until his head hit the ground hard. He let out a small sound of pain, clutching at his head. That's when the memories came back.

Magus Gaven. Dead. Magus Foyette. Dead. Magus Primwhile. Dead. Magus Venner. Dead. And Quinn. Dead.

And that was just the beginning.

At first he didn't bother getting up. Why bother? Everyone he cared about - everyone he knew, really - was dead. His world presumably under the reign of a tyrant. His home, destroyed.

Eventually, he got to his feet. Not because he got over everything; because he knew he had to win the war. That's what his mind was set on before his capture, so he reverted back to his previous mindset. Don't think about the dead. Think about the mission. Someone had set him free. Someone was first, powerful or stealthy enough to get in here, second, had chosen him to be set free, and third, was presumably not fond of the invaders. Which meant an ally.

He exited his cell and stumbled down the corridor. Quickly he ran into the other escaped prisoners.

"Hey," Damion said hoarsely. It seemed his voice hadn't quite recovered from his imprisonment. "Forgot me, huh. Mind if I tag along?"

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Sorry for my absence, I've been busy, but probably not that busy, so I'm not really sure why I haven't been here. I'll make a post shortly for either Dao Rugadh or Van Kurr sometime soon. Dao Rugadh's absence can probably be explained with him 'going native' with the humans, while Van Kurr is a patient god who is probably still waiting for the oceans to swallow the land or something like that. Anyway, I'll post soon for the new event as soon as I catch up on anything important.

Give Me Your Favorite Lyric(s).

Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability to lift an eye to heaven conscious of his fleeting time here.

-Tool, Right in Two

Unheroic: The Fish and The Falls [Closed]

Damion Dire

Former Title: Defender Damion Dire

Alias: Derek 'Dirk' Donovan

Name: Damion Dire

Age: 27

Pronouns: he/him

Race: Human

Personality: At one point he was a bitter man, but then he changed. He became an altruistic Defender of the Magus House after he vanquished the Cult of Crucifer. He became a good man, compared to the dubiously legal private investigator he'd been before. He's always been pragmatic, willing to take any advantage, and a tad amoral, or at least operating within his own moral scale. He is generally a bit gloomy, or at least darkly realistic about things. Still, with his friends, he knows how to enjoy himself. Ever since he became a Defender of the Magus House, he's carried himself with a sort of pride, as if he finally believes he has some importance in life. He cares for his animatrons, such as his golems (which are now all destroyed after Kazzok came).

Appearance: Appearance: He's a tall man with pale skin and spiky black hair. His eyes are green. He tends to wear a long coat, even when it's warm (something he occasionally regrets, but will never budge on). Occasionally he will wear a hat, but he doesn't like ruffling his hair, so not too often. His facial features are very narrow, stern, and angular, one would say a sort of classically royal look at odds with his actual personality. Recently, as the war for his world went on, he got a little thinner, gaining some bags under his eyes and a large burn mark on his left arm.

Abilities/Powers:

•First of his tricks is Fire magic. This encompasses many things, mostly pertaining to heat, explosions, and flames (obviously). While it can be used in a large variety of ways, the more spectacular the feat the more draining it is. People in his world known to overuse magic can even die, so he tries to avoid straining himself. He can shoot fireballs, heat things up by touch, spew forth flames, and, as a last resort, cause miniaturized explosions with a concentrated beam.

•Second of his tricks is Animation magic. Heavily regulated in his homeworld, most people with it never get to legally use it unless licensed by the Magus House. It can be used to make inanimate matter come to a sort of life, with the amount of matter used deciding how long it takes and how much focus and energy is required. Animation does not work on living matter. Animation also does not work on certain objects, such as an entire house, a table, or a lamp. Mostly it works on things that can be molded into a shape capable of moving by itself. Sometimes blood is needed to power larger creations.

Equipment: Well, nothing at the time.

Inventory: Nothing as of this moment.

Origin: Cavenia. A world of magic, though with at least some technology to go with it. Magic is heavily regulated and watched by the Magus House, lead by a ruling Council of nine Magi. The capital of Cavenia (the world was long ago united by the First Magus) is Darrington City, a large city that contains an administrative sector where the Magus House officials live. The nine Magi are chosen primarily from mages who are both adept at leadership and supremely skilled in their field of magic. Successors are selected by the Magi themselves, and the successor is generally one of their Defenders, the people who serve as the agents of the Magi. Cavenia is primarily forest and plains, with mountains few and far between and considered places of misfortune and monsters.

Backstory: Damion, raised in an orphanage, did not have the most pleasant childhood. He wasn't bullied or anything, he merely did not enjoy it, and he saw some things that children shouldn't see. The second he turned 18 he was out to offer his services to whoever would pay (he knew someone would, because even at that age his talent was obvious). His first client was a man named John who was a low ranking Magus House official. It was by pure coincidence that John was offering to pull strings and get a willing Animationist a license if they would simply animate one strong golem that would follow orders for him. Damion did, and received his license (though it was later discovered that the golem was used for... less than legal reasons). Now fully 'legal', he went from client to client, performing questionable activities for hire.

He was 24 and had gathered quite a reputation as a freelancer when the client that would change his life approached him. A House official by the name of Quinn. Quinn was put in charge of an investigation into the murder of one man, a Frank Cassan. Frank Cassan had been ritually sacrificed after being knocked unconscious, or at least that's what they assumed happened. Quinn had grown frustrated with the investigation, and he knew of Damion's reputation for getting jobs done. To summarize a long, long story, the trail led to a Cult whose membership consisted of certain higher-ranking officials in the House, who planned to resurrect the Painbringer, Crucifer (Crucifer having been killed long ago by the First Magus). The final fight pushed Damion to his limits, and it was only when Quinn arrived that they had even a small chance. Still, with the help of some golems and Quinn, Damion eventually subdued the Cult of Crucifer. And, with some vacancies in the Magus House, both Damion and Quinn were made Defenders of the House. In the years afterward, with Damion's dubious past forgotten, he now works for the betterment of the city, helping the authorities catch criminals.

Unheroic: The Fish and The Falls [Closed]

Damion Dire

Former Title: Defender Damion Dire

Alias: Derek 'Dirk' Donovan

Name: Damion Dire

Age: 27

Pronouns: he/him

Race: Human

Personality: At one point he was a bitter man, but then he changed. He became an altruistic Defender of the Magus House after he vanquished the Cult of Crucifer. He became a good man, compared to the dubiously legal private investigator he'd been before. He's always been pragmatic, willing to take any advantage, and a tad amoral, or at least operating within his own moral scale. He is generally a bit gloomy, or at least darkly realistic about things. Still, with his friends, he knows how to enjoy himself. Ever since he became a Defender of the Magus House, he's carried himself with a sort of pride, as if he finally believes he has some importance in life. He cares for his animatrons, such as his golems (which are now all destroyed after Kazzok came).

Appearance: He's a tall man with pale skin and spiky black hair. His eyes are

Abilities/Powers:
•First of his tricks is Fire magic. This encompasses many things, mostly pertaining to heat, explosions, and flames (obviously). While it can be used in a large variety of ways, the more spectacular the feat the more draining it is. People in his world known to overuse magic can even die, so he tries to avoid straining himself. He can shoot fireballs, heat things up by touch, spew forth flames, and, as a last resort, cause miniaturized explosions with a concentrated beam.

•Second of his tricks is Animation magic. Heavily regulated in his homeworld, most people with it never get to legally use it unless licensed by the Magus House. It can be used to make inanimate matter come to a sort of life, with the amount of matter used deciding how long it takes and how much focus and energy is required. Animation does not work on living matter. Animation also does not work on certain objects, such as an entire house, a table, or a lamp. Mostly it works on things that can be molded into a shape capable of moving by itself. Sometimes blood is needed to power larger creations.

Equipment: Well, nothing at the time.

Inventory: Nothing as of this moment.

Origin: Cavenia. A world of magic, though with at least some technology to go with it. Magic is heavily regulated and watched by the Magus House, lead by a ruling Council of nine Magi. The capital of Cavenia (the world was long ago united by the First Magus) is Darrington City, a large city that contains an administrative sector where the Magus House officials live. The nine Magi are chosen primarily from mages who are both adept at leadership and supremely skilled in their field of magic. Successors are selected by the Magi themselves, and the successor is generally one of their Defenders, the people who serve as the agents of the Magi. Cavenia is primarily forest and plains, with mountains few and far between and considered places of misfortune and monsters.

Backstory: Damion, raised in an orphanage, did not have the most pleasant childhood. He wasn't bullied or anything, he merely did not enjoy it, and he saw some things that children shouldn't see. The second he turned 18 he was out to offer his services to whoever would pay (he knew someone would, because even at that age his talent was obvious). His first client was a man named John who was a low ranking Magus House official. It was by pure coincidence that John was offering to pull strings and get a willing Animationist a license if they would simply animate one strong golem that would follow orders for him. Damion did, and received his license (though it was later discovered that the golem was used for... less than legal reasons). Now fully 'legal', he went from client to client, performing questionable activities for hire.

He was 24 and had gathered quite a reputation as a freelancer when the client that would change his life approached him. A House official by the name of Quinn. Quinn was put in charge of an investigation into the murder of one man, a Frank Cassan. Frank Cassan had been ritually sacrificed after being knocked unconscious, or at least that's what they assumed happened. Quinn had grown frustrated with the investigation, and he knew of Damion's reputation for getting jobs done.

To summarize a long, long story, the trail led to a Cult whose membership consisted of certain higher-ranking officials in the House, who planned to resurrect the Painbringer, Crucifer (Crucifer having been killed long ago by the First Magus). The final fight pushed Damion to his limits, and it was only when Quinn arrived that they had even a small chance. Still, with the help of some golems and Quinn, Damion eventually subdued the Cult of Crucifer. And, with some vacancies in the Magus House, both Damion and Quinn were made Defenders of the House. In the years afterward, with Damion's dubious past forgotten, he now works for the betterment of the city, helping the authorities catch criminals.