Fantasy Andros - Character Sheets [ Always Accepting ]

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A like rating from either Tobi Naefaerne or myself is acceptance of the character. This may be subject to change depending on how many people could potentially join which could lead to more people helping.

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Name:

Gender:

Age:

Occupation:
(If you have one)

Being:
(Mortal or Astrian)

Race:
(Mortal races include, orcs, humans, giants, dwarves, and elves. Halflings included. Astrians are not race locked.)

Alignment:
(What side does your character stand with? Do they have a side at all?)

Appearance:
Mortals have only one.
Astrians have two. Doesn't matter if an Astrian is in the mortal form, other Astrians can still sense their presence.

Spoiler: Astrian in Mortal Form (Example)

Spoiler: Astrian in "Astrian" Form (Example)

Personality:
(Be wary that Summoners and their Astrians personalities can vary from one another. It can be in paragraph form or a list of traits. )

Likes/Dislikes:
(What does your character like and dislike?)

Technique:
(What technique the summoner and Astrian use to activate their contract. It can be from forming a blood pact with the Astrian to performing a dance. Discuss this part with your partner.)

Skills/Abilities:
(What skills does your character have. Whether or not they are a summoner, they must have something they're good at... Unless they don't.)

Biography:
(Paragraph minimum.)

Saying(s):

If Your Character is an Astrians Add the Following:
Relics:
If anything was left behind by your Astrian before their extinction, what was it? (Photo optional.)

Astrian Abilities/Powers:
(Two max. The power can cover a wide range of things, such as fire manipulation can apply to hellfire and holy fire. All tier abilities an Astrian can bestow upon their master, they can use themselves.)

Contracted power:
(A power is given to an Astrian's master when their contract is complete. This power requires no sacrifice and is able to be used by the master whenever.)
Ex. Flying, Fire Manipulation, Super Strength

Tier 1:
(Weaker abilities that Astrians can bestow to their summoner. 3 abilities max.)


Tier 2:
(Stronger than Tier 1 abilities that Astrians can bestow to their summoner. 3 max.)


Tier 3:
(Astrians can bestow upon their summoners some of their strongest abilities. 3 max.)


Tier 4:
(A summoner can have their Astrian appear in their True form at Tier 4. When this happens, the Astrian can use the full extent of their power, but they cannot bestow any power to their summoner. 2 max. This is the only way an Astrian may grow into a much larger size. This power is typically bestowed upon the master depending on what it is, but some Astrians act differently and the tier 4 ability may just increase their own strength in some way such as growing larger.)

Sacrifice:
(Sacrifices are required for a Summoner to access the power an Astrian can provide. Tiers 1-3 can be something as simple as making a blood sacrifice. With each tier, the amount of blood needed would increase or sacrifice of anything with value. Tier 4 sacrifices must be a major sacrifice. This can range from a cherished possession to the master's life. An agreement must be made via OOC or PM between partners if something like a limb or character's life is at risk.)

Contract Symbol:

Spoiler: Contact Symbol Example

Astrian Item Appearance:
(Astrians have the ability to summon their special made item for their master to use in battle. This boosts the master's power, giving them an extra edge in a fight. Here are some examples. You can only have one Astrian item.)

Spoiler: Example of a Sword item

Spoiler: Example of a Shield item

Spoiler: Example of a Book item

 

[Roman]

Connor Fleming​

Hard work pays off. Connor Fleming

• Basic Info
• Personal Info
• Abilities/Skills
• Bio, Personality, Etc.

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  Nickname(s) -
  Flem
  
  Age -
  27
  
  Gender -
  Male
  
  Being / Race-
  Mortal / Human
  
  Alignment -
  Neutral
  
  Height / Weight -
  5'11" / 175 lbs.
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• 
  
  Home -
  Unknown, some people say he lives in his wagon and only sleeps inside of an inn when it rains or snows... Which is true.
  
  Occupation -
  Nomad / Traveling Merchant
  
  Likes -
  Nature
  Rare Herbs & Plants
  Gemstones
  Regular Customers
  Astrian Ruins
  His Horses
  
  Dislikes -
  Rude Customers
  City Guards
  Orc Raiding Groups
  Bandits
  Guilds
  His Luck In Finding an Astrian
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  Dagger Proficiency -
  Connor has practiced using a dagger since he was a young child. Having grown up in a rough patch of town as a child, it seemed necessary so he was able to protect himself. He usually carries two.
  
  Agile -
  Connor is a rather slender man and as a result, he's pretty quick. Able to perform various feats despite moving quickly. This also allows him to use his daggers more efficiently.
  
  Charisma -
  He may not be able to convince everyone to buy for him, but he's managed to convince a great amount to do so. He's pretty confident in his skills, having learned from some of the best back when he was a child watching others in the markets sell their wares.
  
  Quick Thinker -
  While he may not be the smartest fellow on the planet, he definitely knows how to think quickly when he needs to. Getting himself out of many situations that could have gone bad or simply to avoid speaking to someone that he doesn't wish to speak to.
  
  
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  Personality -
  A free spirit. That's all Connor knows and wants to be. Ever since he was a young man, all he's wanted to do was travel the world. Now he has that opportunity. He's a very nice person when you get to meet him and prefers to make friends rather than make a new enemy... Mostly because that friend could be a potential customer and well the nomad life can be rather tough so when he comes to a town, meeting up with a friend is always nice. For those who do get on his bad side, he'd be quick to stab you in the back with his daggers, but he doesn't want to make things worst and tends to silently insult you when he does see you.
  
  Bio -
  Born and raised in a human kingdom. Andros is Connor's home and he loves it. Maybe more than anyone for that matter. He may have grown up poor, but that doesn't mean he has to dislike his home. His parents were generally happy people despite their situation so he did like them and made the best of what they had. His father was a hard worker and did his best to take care of Connor and his mother. For that reason, Connor looked up to his father as the most respectful man that he knows. His mother was a very kind woman. Always there to take care of Connor when he wasn't feeling well or when he had a bad mood and she did the same for his father too. She too was a hard worker though, making a living off of sewing the clothes of the other people who lived in the poverty-stricken slums of the city. Connor had a fairly normal childhood for someone in his situation. As he got older, he realized that it could have been a lot worst and is thankful that it wasn't.
  
  As he got older, just before reaching his teenage and adult years, Connor could often be seen in the market. Learning the art of the trade by listening and taking in whatever he heard. While it was often hard to catch on, Connor eventually found himself in the markets helping the same people he'd eavesdrop on with their work. They'd give him some coin for his hard work. Unable to afford to go to school, this was the next best thing. He did learn how to read and write from his parents at least. But when it came to all that other fancy stuff, he wouldn't learn that until later in life. Once he had enough money, he bought himself some horses and a wagon. He figured if he could go out and travel, he could make enough money, he could get his family into a slightly better area... And he was right. Once he began traveling and selling, he made quite a bit of coin. Returning home, he took his parents to a better place in the city so they could live comfortably. He still covers the taxes on their property so they don't have to work.
  
  Now that he didn't have to worry about his parents living in that neighborhood he grew up in, Connor decided to stay on the road. While he was still new to the job, he did get attacked by an orc raiding party. They took some valuables from him but he didn't let them go without a fight. While it ended with him getting his signature scar, he also became slow to trust orcs. He doesn't hate them or anything and he sells to quite a few orcs, but he does prefer to have someone accompanying him while he goes to orc territory. It'd be easier to get someone to go with him if he was apart of a guild, but he doesn't like the idea of working with a guild and prefers to be his own man. This does lead to him getting into situations with city guards, but they eventually let him in anyways.
  
  Connor is now on the hunt for the ultimate partner: an Astrian. Unfortunately, he has had no luck... Even with all the ruins, he has searched... He may have sold some artifacts by accident.
  
  Anything Else -
  Artist's Page
  
  

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[Lumina]

• Basic
• Personal
• Abilities
• Other

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  Name:
  Lumina/Solaria
  
  Gender:
  Female
  
  Being:
  Astrian
  
  Race:
  Phoenix
  
  Morality:
  Lumina - no side, though she leans toward helping humanity (neutral good)
  Solaria - destroying humanity (chaotic evil)
  
  Appearance:
  
  Spoiler: Lumina in Mortal form

  

  
  

  
  Spoiler: Lumina in Astrian form

  As Lumina has two sides to herself, she also has two sides of her Astrian form: "Powered up" and "Powered down", depending on if she's battling with her powers or not.
  
  Powered down:
  

  

  
  

  

  
  
  Powered up:
  

  

  
  

  
  Spoiler: Solaria in Mortal form

  

  
  

  
  Spoiler: Solaria in Astrian form

  As Solaria has two sides to herself, she also has two sides of her Astrian form: "Powered up" and "Powered down", depending on if she's battling with her powers or not.
  
  Powered down:
  

  

  
  

  

  
  
  Powered up:
  

  

  
  

  
  
  Sexuality:
  Lumina - unknown
  Solaria - n/a
  
  Technique:
  To summon Lumina: Unknown
  To summon Solaria: Burn or brand her contract symbol into something living.
  
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  Personality:
  Solaria: Solaria only really cares about herself, doing what she wants when she wants. She craves destruction and for the world to burn, finding those who want to protect the world and find peace disgusting. Though she looks down on pretty much everyone other than herself, you can gain her respect by proving yourself in battle. If there's one thing that Solaria can respect, it's someone's fighting ability. She can be ruthless and brutal as well as manipulative and cunning, definitely not a force you want to cross paths with, especially on one of her bad days. With a short temper, its not difficult to piss her off. Above all else, she just wants to see the destruction of humanity, wanting to just watch the world burn.
  
  Lumina: On the other hand, Lumina is the complete opposite. She's shy, almost afraid of everyone. She doesn't really know much of the world or is familiar with anything, so she can get pretty easily overwhelmed. Though, unlike Solaria, she can be extremely kind, going out of her way to help people. She doesn't like to impose on others if she doesn't have to, feeling guilty if people go out of their way to do things for her. She has no idea what it means to be an Astrian or what she's capable of, so she surprises herself with her abilities more often than not. She wants to help humanity as much as she can, not liking that there would be other people or Astrians that would want to destroy it.
  
  Biography:
  Phoenixes were one of the first races in the world. They were born from the first flames, the protectors of the fires of the world. This was knowledge only really known by them, as Astrian history wasn't documented all that well. However, you wouldn't normally see phoenixes around very often. They preferred to keep to themselves, mainly only showing themselves when they were needed. When they would show up, it was usually followed by a grand display of power, and would disappear soon after. Being one of the most powerful, and most mysterious races, rumors about them spread like, appropriately enough, wildfire. It sparked some other races to ask questions and start to hunt them down, not accepting how silent and disconnected from the world they were. The phoenixes managed to keep to secrecy despite this, not wanting to engage in the world unless the world needed them. They were aware of their powers, and were almost afraid of the world wanting to use or manipulate them for their own purposes. Eventually, a young phoenix was born, a phoenix by the name of Solaria. She was a bright young child with a penchant for getting in trouble, but reluctantly resigned herself to the rules that she grew to despite. Soon Solaria grew old enough to form opinions of her own. She was sick of the way that her race acted, believing that they were powerful enough to exist within the public and not be ruled. She believed the other races to be inherently inferior to the phoenixes, and that it was time to show that to the world. By this time, the world was already starting to be engulfed in the Great Astrian War, so she used this as the perfect opportunity to unleash the full force of her and her race's powers. Solaria was ruthless, reveling in watching everyone burn and die. The war brought out the worst in her personality, and eventually she devolved into wanting to watch the world burn, regardless of who was in it. This included members of her own race, who occasionally would get caught in the crossfire of her blazing attacks. Her depravity and destruction only seemed to grow, and it seemed like there would be nothing that could stop her, until an Astrian by the name of Ayen came along. His attacks were able to match her own, much to her annoyance. It was impressive that she actually had a match in battle, and only fueled her desire to watch him burn. Their battle raged on intensely, scorching and terraforming the continent that the Great Astrian War was taking place on. The two fought fiercely, only ending when both dealt mortal wounds to each other in a final, decisive blow. This blow took out any other Astrians that might have remained fighting, even killing the ones that were too close With this mortal wound, Lumina fell, falling into a deep sleep in a cave formed admist the rubble underneath the middle of the battlefield, which was now a completely barren desert wasteland. Ayen fell as well, though before he did he made sure to embed his bident into the ground and seal Solaria within so long as the bident stood. The seal formed an oasis overtime, with the bident standing in the middle Their battle was one of the few that lasted until the end of the war. With the battles of the war coming to a close, soon began the age of their extinction (or so it was thought) and the rise of humanity. Stories of the great battle between Solaria and Ayen were passed down between any Astrians that might have survived, though as time passed those stories turned to myths and legends, and eventually fell into obscurity as humanity began to overtake the world. Though as Solaria remained in the cave, or at least her relic did, a different side of her that slept deep inside began to emerge, a personality named Lumina.
  
  Saying(s):
  Lumina: "Y-you don't have to do that!" | "Flames can do more than burn, you know."
  Solaria: "Let's see how easily you burn!" | "Know your place, vermin. You will always be inferior to a phoenix."
  
  
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  Sun Lordship:
  Phoenixes are heralds of the sun, and as such bear lordship over the sun. This means that Lumina and Solaria have ultimate control over fire and heat. All applications of fire and heat can be utilized by them, in whatever fashion they may need them, especially when they are Their contracted and tiered powers for the summoner reflect this.
  
  Contracted power (no sacrifices):
  
  Spoiler: Contracted Power

  Heat Resist
  
  When used by Lumina: This allows her master to be able to withstand higher-than-normal temperatures, even absorbing some of the heat into themselves. Absorbing the heat restores a bit of energy to the summoner.
  When used by Solaria: An added perk of Solaria's version of this ability is on top of being able to resist heat and absorbing it, she can use some of that heat she absorbed against her enemy offensively, either using it to power up her other attacks or releasing against them in a heat wave to stun or distract them.
  
  Sacrifice Powers:
  Tier 1:
  
  Spoiler: Basic Fire Manipulation

  When used by Lumina / Solaria: This ability grants a Master a basic use of fire manipulation. With this, a summoner can manipulate any flames around them, but cannot create them. What they can do with the flames is limited to simple things (like fireballs for example), as trying to do anything too complex with these flames causes them to dissipate.
  Spoiler: Touch of Heat

  When used by Lumina: This ability grants the user to be able to touch something and increase the temperature of the surface for a wide variety of needs. This is useful for situations like burning documents, bending metal, or even cauterizing wounds. The temperature of the touch can be adjusted as well.
  When used by Solaria: This ability can be used offensively against enemies. If a summoner touches an enemy while this ability is active, it can both leave burns and ignite flames depending on how hot the touch has been made to be.
  
  Tier 2:
  
  Spoiler: Teleportation

  When used by Lumina: This phoenix is unique in the fact that she can teleport. Depending on how much energy is used, the range of the teleportation varies.
  When used by Solaria: Her teleportation is the same as when used by Lumina, however an explosion of flames is left at both ends of the teleportation, burning anyone in the immediate vicinity.
  Spoiler: Greater Flame Manipulation

  When used by Lumina/Solaria: This ability is a more enhanced version of the Tier 1 Basic Fire Manipulation. With this ability, a Master can manipulate fire without the need for pre-existing flames. They can create fire themselves for whatever they may need, and utilize them in more complex ways.
  
  Tier 3:
  
  Spoiler: Flame Armor

  When used by Lumina: This ability allows her master to fully encase themselves or an ally in a protective barrier of flames. For encasing allies, the Master has to hold on to them long enough for the flame armor to coat their body. It is mainly a defensive move, protecting the body inside, though it can cause damage if an enemy tries to touch the outside of the flame armor for too long.
  When used by Solaria: Solaria's version of the ability is used purely offensively. If her Master physically touches someone else, she can begin to encase that enemy in a wrap of flames that will immediately begin to spread across their body and burn them. If the Master can hold on for long enough, the flames will encase the enemy entirely.
  Spoiler: Phoenix Wings

  When used by Lumina: This ability grants her master the use of her wings. They look like normal phoenix wings, feathers and all, sprouting from a small amount of non-hot flame resting on the Master's back. These wings can be used for a wide variety of things including flying or creating gusts of air. This ability has a time limit of an hour, during which the Master can turn this ability on and off as many times as they like. After that, it takes a full 24 hours before being able to use the ability again.
  When used by Solaria: Just like with Lumina, this ability grants a master the use of her wings. However, Solaria's version of the wings are a bit more flame-like and intangible. The flames of these wings can burn anyone who isn't the summoner.
  Spoiler: Phoenix Tears

  When used by Lumina: Phoenix tears, in their purest form, can heal wounds. This ability manifests itself as a raincloud that rains down tears to heal her allies. This raincloud spans a 15x15 foot radius around the summoner.
  When used by Solaria: When her phoenix tears get corrupted, they cease to contain their normal healing properties. Instead, the raincloud rains down burning rain, burning anyone who is caught in it or touches the puddles afterward.
  
  Tier 4:
  
  Spoiler: Life for a Life

  When a phoenix dies, they turn into a pile of ash and reincarnate. This attribute manifests itself into her ultimate ability, Life for a Life.
  
  When used by Lumina: This ability can resurrect a dead person back to life.
  When used by Solaria: This ability can cause someone to instantly die.
  Spoiler: Solar Embrace

  This ability envokes the full power of a phoenix's true form.
  
  When used by Lumina: This ability grants the summoner and any designated allies a very powerful buff almost akin to invulernability.
  When used by Solaria: This ability causes an intensely powerful fire/heat attack over a very large radius.
  
  
  Sacrifices:
  Tier 1:
  For Lumina: Lumina's doesn't like to impose on others, so all that she requires for her sacrifices is a chant. Tier 1's chant is simple: "Dona mihi ignis" (Grant me your fire)
  For Solaria: Solaria loves to see things burn. Burn something in her name and you can use her Tier 1 abilities.
  
  Tier 2:
  For Lumina: Lumina's Tier 2 sacrifice is a longer chant: "E novo nati sunt ab flammae" - (Born anew from the flames)
  For Solaria: It's not enough to just see anything burn. For the summoner to use her Tier 2 abilities, they have to burn something important to them.
  
  Tier 3:
  For Lumina: Her Tier 3 sacrifice is a more complicated chant: "Oritur ex cinere phoenicis natum flammis rursus redire" - (From ashes the phoenix rises, born from flames to return to them once more)
  For Solaria: If a summoner wants to use her Tier 3 abilities, the summoner must burn a part of themselves. There are 2 ways to do this, to burn either their body or soul. Usually Solaria leaves this up to the summoner, but occasionally she only gives one option. For the body, the summoner must leave a sizable 2nd or 3rd degree burn anywhere on their body. If they can withstand that, they're worthy of using the abilities. For the soul, the summoner must absorb a special flame provided by Solaria that burns away a bit of their soul. The more of a soul thats burned away, the less of themselves that they are, eventually turning them into the exact opposite of the person and the personality that they are. Either that, or it burns away memories or connections to things that matter to them. The summoner gets to choose.
  
  Tier 4:
  For Life for a Life: Nothing can be gained without first giving something in return. Her ultimate ability is named to accurately reflect that statement. The name, "Life for a life", refers to its sacrifice - if a summoner wants to use it to either resurrect or take away a life, they must give their life in return. For a summoner, this is the ultimate price.
  For Solar Embrace: This ability requires a very intense sacrifice from the summoner, but the details on exactly what that is are unknown at the time.
  
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  Contract Symbol:
  
  
  
  
  Relics:
  In the cave where Solaria was sealed rests a single feather from Lumina/Solaria's wings, stabbed into the ground by Ayen's bident.
  
  
  
  
  Astrian Item Appearance:
  The orange crystal is actually the phoenix feather relic, transformed into a crystal encased in a metal necklace for safekeeping by her summoner. This necklace, when worn by the summoner, grants a boost to the summoner's magical power, especially so when using attacks or techniques based around fire and heat.
  
  
  
  
  True Astrian Form:
  
  
  
  

 

[animegirl20]

Name:
Mistie Will

Gender:
Female

Age:
18

Occupation:
Librarian

Being:
Mortal

Race:
Human

Alignment:
Morally Good

Personality:
She is fairly naive and innocent, and quick to befriend people though she has had her share of bullies. Typically a nice, caring, and polite girl with little to no anger in her, though she can have a temper if the right buttons are pushed. Her passive and gentle nature often worries others, and not wanting to trouble them she often keeps things to herself or struggles to help someone else out of fear she's just burdening them.

Likes:
Reading
Learning new things
Magic
Adventure Stories

Dislikes:
Bullies
Spiders
Horror stories
Being Weak

Skills/Abilities:
Singing
Book Knowledge - She knows a lot things cause she reads so much.
Knows a little a Magic - Healing Magic, Magic Forcefields, spell casting (Her book knowledge on magic is stronger then her abilities)

Biography:
Mistie was a orphan and to this day has no idea who her parents were. Though there was a letter that she was given when she was old enough. Mistie had pretty normal life for a orphan girl. Growing up she spent a lot of her time reading and she loved to learn about new things. Her favorite type of books were adventure books and learning about magic. Mistie wanted to go on adventures just like the characters in her book but the children made fun of her. She wasn't a very athletic girl and her magic wasn't very strong. As she got older though her magic did get stronger but not like how she would of liked she seemed to be good with healing and forcefields but they took a lot of energy from her. Mistie soon gave up that childish dream of hers and decided to just stick to reading books and started working at the library which she's very satisficed with. Though she has become quite interested in the Astrians and wants to take a look at the ruins and Ancient libraries. She's not actually on the look out for a Astrian but who knows what she might find.

Saying:
"Books are the perfect escape don't you think?" "Don't worry I'm fine I don't want to be a bother." "You'd be surprise how a bright smile and a simple hello can make a person's day."​

 

[WeirdPrincess]

Nova Grace Wyvernson
The Pirate

• Basic Info
• Personal Info
• Abilities & Powers
• Bio, Personality, Etc.

• 
  
  Nickname(s) -
  Grace
  
  Age -
  29
  
  Gender -
  Female
  
  Being -
  Mortal/Human
  
  Sexual Orientation -
  Heterosexual
  
  Morality -
  Neutral
  
  Height -
  5'6"
  
  Weight -
  130 lbs
  
  Hair Colour -
  Red
  
  Eye Colour -
  Bright Blue
  
  Complexion -
  Fair
  
  Features -
  Scar across her face
  
  
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  Residency -
  Captains Cabin on her ship
  
  Likes -
  -Beer
  -Wine
  -The Ocean
  -Gold
  -Trading
  -Voyage
  
  Dislikes -
  -Thieves stealing her things
  -Authority
  -People getting in her way
  -Childish behavior
  
  Relationship Status -
  Single
  
  
  
  
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  Agility:
  -Nova has learned to be quick on her feet when it comes to fighting with swords and it quick to find an opening in her opponents stance. She has trained enough to know when to dodge and deflect attacks.
  Sword Proficiency:
  -Nova was taught how to fight with a sword when she was a teen as there would be times she would have to fight other pirates if they raided the ship she was on. Or if she ever got into a sword fight while on land. She knows how to use a dagger as well, but prefers her sword instead.
  Persuasive:
  -Having a way with words and being very convincing works in Nova's favor when she's trying to get information out of someone. If neither of those work, then trading something usually does.
  Gun Proficiency:
  -Nova was taught to shoot as a young teen by her father with both a pistol, blunderbuss, and musket because he wanted to keep his daughter safe. They would be useful for when they were getting attacked at sea. If it was at a long range, the musket would be the best weapon of use or the cannon. If they enemy was close, she knew to use a pistol or blunderbuss.
  
  
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  Personality -
  Nova is sort of a free spirit, as she goes wherever her sails take her. She's always out seeking the next adventure she can get her hands on. Whether it be finding treasures, trading for rare items or venturing places she's never been before. She is, of course, relaxed and laid back when doing so. Unless she knows there's others going after something she wants, then Nova can be pushy. She can get very demanding and strict in those types of situations. Though she's usually on the friendlier side, wanting to make friends rather than enemies so she can prob them for information on where to find certain items or just have a lead to where it might be. If she can't do it that way, she'll just resort to trades something for information. Nova does care about the true friends that she does make along the way and will try to help them out when needed.
  
  Bio -
  Nova grew up on the sea, she never knew much else but that when she was younger. Her mother was the Captain, her father was the Quartermaster. Her family wasn't exactly well off, though they lived a rather comfortable life as one could on the sea. The times the would be on land was for trading and food purposes. Nova would always follow them along whenever they left the ship to see how it was done and to explore whatever land they were on. Since they would be stationed on the dock for a few days, there was never any harm in exploring the few times that she did. Nova never went to far and was always back on the ship before the left to be back on the sea again. Though sometimes it was rough, especially when they were attacked by a few other pirates. The sound of cannon's going off as they fired at the enemies ship always use to scare her as a kid because of how loud the sound was. Nova use to cover her ears and hide away in her mother's closet when it happened. She got use to it over time, of course. It was pure luck that the ship never got major damage that could have sunk the ship. One would think having a kid would make an individual stop their piracy and settle down on land to live peacefully. But not her mother. She was going to keep going as long as she could and teach her daughter the ways of being a pirate, but not until she was older.
  
  Nova always admired her mother as a child, wanting to be just like her and be the captain of her own ship. Her mother was strong willed, cunning, brilliant and a great leader. She considered her crew mates as family and treated them as such when the time was appropriate. It was only when Nova was a young teen did her mother start teaching her about the ways of being a pirate. She taught her the basics and the rules that all pirates had. Nova understood that those words were law and must be obeyed. If she wanted to be anything like her mother, she was going to have to work for it. Nothing was just handed off to you. One would have to work their way up to being the captain of the ship. So she did just that. Though it wasn't on her mother's ship. She had made it known that she was leaving and while her mother and father were against it, there was nothing that could stop her. When they had docked on the human kingdom of Andros, Nova had gone off the ship like any other time she would. Though when it came time for the ship to leave, she never returned to the ship she called home. Her parents had looked for her for days before finally leaving, their hearts broken. Nova had left them both a letter in the captains cabin telling them of her departure and that she loved them dearly, hoping that they would stay safe on their journey. She had only been 15 when she left the ship. She had nothing but the clothes on her back. She didn't take any kind of weapon or any belongings aside from her mothers locket that was given to her when she was little. It was just a picture of her mother and father, but she held it dearly to her. Nova would never give it up as long as she lived.
  
  By the age of 22, Nova had eventually found a pirate ship to stow away on and work her way up to the ranks of being captain. It was hard and grueling work, but it was worth it in the end. She hoped that wherever her family was, that it would make them proud to see their daughter commanding her own ship just like her mother was. The old captain had fallen ill and died, so with Nova being the Quartermaster, had taken it upon herself to vote for a new captain. The majority voted for her, though there were one or two who protested against the notion. It was clear that no ounce of talking would persuade them otherwise, so Nova did the only thing she could do and had to dispose of them. There wasn't any way she was going to have two people not listening to her just because they had an issue with her being the captain. One had been fairly easy, while the other had fought back against her. He had drawn out his sword and gashed her across the face, nearly leaving her blind in one eye. "Something to remember him by." Is what the man had said before Nova shot him dead. She unfortunately got a scar from it and still has it too this day.
  
  Now 29, Nova is on the search from an Astrian. She has been on the hunt for them for a year, but hasn't had much luck in finding one or finding anyone who knows where to find them. She's gotten some leads, but they haven't gotten her any closer to finding an Astrian.
  
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  The eyepatch she wear is for looks, her eye is usually fine
  
  
  

 

[Tobi Naefaerne]

Thomas Greyrat Otto Von Putsch​

Victory is something that you grasp by always being modest, you know. Thomas Greyrat

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  Nickname(s) -
  Greyrat
  
  Age -
  28
  
  Gender -
  Male
  
  Being / Race-
  Mortal / Human
  
  Alignment -
  Lawful Neutral
  
  Height / Weight -
  5'9"/154lb
  
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  Home -
  Royal Capital of Estermead
  
  Occupation -
  Crown Prince/Savant Wizard/Royal Emissary
  
  Likes -
  Sweets
  Travel
  Meeting New People
  Legends/Myths
  Art
  Soft Beds
  Colorful Plants
  Cute Girls
  
  Dislikes -
  Bitter Food
  Politics
  Sleeping on hard things
  Too much Pride
  Slums
  Staying in one place for too long
  Chaos/disorder
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  Savant Generalist Mage -
  Thomas being the crown prince of Estermead has received one of the best academic tutorings in the three human kingdoms and access to the largest archives of arcane knowledge a human could hope for. He did not let either go to waste as he mastered the first four tiers of arcane magic, and is adept in the fifth tier and dabbling in the sixth.
  
  Well Learned -
  As mentioned before Thomas had some of the best tutors in the human's three kingdoms. He is well versed in lore and history, often if he doesn't know something he at least knows where to start the search for it.
  
  Politically/Socially Adept -
  Part of Thomas's upbringing included strict lessons on reading body language mood, and how to hold one's self. These lessons were reinforced as he entered court affairs when puberty hit and hasn't been able to escape as he was assigned emissary duties.
  
  Intermediate Swordsmanship -
  During his early teen years, Thomas was part of an exchanged program between Estermead and Rudoras. While the Knight Kingdom's crown prince learned magic Thomas was taught proper form and sword skills. However, he has minimal skill and despite training near-daily, he's never been able to achieve adept-hood.
  
  
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  Personality -
  Curiosity has always driven Thomas forward whether it be people, history, magic, place, or even food, Thomas has wanted to mingle, learn, explore, and try each much to his father's dismay. And while he understands his position as crown prince, Thomas will often address all but other blue bloods as his equal, siding with caution while speaking with nobles and other royalties. Despite being the crown prince and having servants to do his binding, Thomas often tries doing some of the odd jobs of his retinue with magic, like hunting and gathering game and plants while traveling, finding joy in the small things. When it comes to being in towns and cities Thomas is quick to spend and give away money, buying the best foods and lodgings and tossing gold to children and beggars. When it comes to political dealings with other nations, human or not, Thomas acts humbly while also laying on gifts. Thomas typically finds joy in day to day life and tries to spread that joy to others.
  
  Bio -
  One of Thomas's earliest memories was being carried by his father down a long hall to a bright balcony, his father smiling at him then a crowd announcing Thomas to the world as the crown prince of Estermead. Who birthed Thomas is a mystery to even himself, however, it was revealed under a Zone of Truth by his father, Siegfried Ludwig Otto Von Putsch, that she too was at least of blue blood: either a noble or royal of another kingdom. Thomas's early life was spent around maids, butlers, tutors, and in the evenings his father when he was done with royal work for each day. Needless to say, as a small child with boundless curiosity can easily get into trouble in a large magical castle. It only got worse for the staff as Thomas learned his first cantrips. By the time Thomas was nine, his history and magic lessons had to work around court time as Thomas's father started to bring him to hearings, briefings, and other kingly duties. By the time Thomas was thirteen he had learned and mastered the first two tiers of arcane spells and was sent off to the Knight Kingdom of Rudoras for two seasons to learn swordplay, though ultimately he was never able to take it far beyond novice-hood. After Thomas came back he tackled his magical studies with renewed vigor after not being allowed anything magical for two seasons. By sixteen Thomas mastered third-tier spells and dabbled in the fourth. And while Thomas kept himself likable and kind, he never really made friends knowing one day he would have to be king and treat all his citizens fairly and justly. However, to ensure good relations with other nations for the time he would ascend, Thomas took the position as the Emissary of Estermead to its neighboring nations and beyond. Taking the position slowed down Thomas's magical training and research, but opened up the chance to find his own Astrian. Since then he's made regular visits to the other human kingdoms, along with the Elves to the northeast, and Dwarfs to the northwest, and several attempted messages to the Dragonborn to the far east across the sea.
  
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[RedLeftHand36]

Erik Kraven
The Executioner of Eberkopf

"Pain Breeds Strength, War Breeds Might."
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  Nicknames
  The Eberkopf Headsman
  Kraven the Butcher
  The Stonebrooke Giant
  
  Age
  48
  Gender
  Male
  Being / Race
  Mortal Human
  Alignment
  Blurs the line between chaotic neutral and chaotic evil.
  Height / Weight
  236 cm | 213 kg
  Other
  Green eyes, naturally dark brown hair, obviously with plenty grey.
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  Home
  Any bed that can be bought, else the very dirt itself.
  
  Occupation
  Sellsword mercenary
  
  

  
  Likes
  Money
  Alcohol
  Food
  Being given a proper excuse to kill
  Alcohol
  Doing whatever he wants
  Food
  Being paid
  Did I mention the food and alcohol?
  Axes and warhammers
  Warfare and fighting in general
  

  
  

  
  Dislikes
  Royalty
  Laws
  Pacifists
  Talking
  Talkers
  Cheery people
  Crowds
  People in general
  
  
  
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  Strength of a Demon
  
  Years of battle-toning in addition to his mountainous size has given Kraven immense strength. It takes great might to take a man's head while he still stands, but as a War Executioner, it is something he specializes in.
  
  Pain is the Way of Life
  
  Even for a seasoned warrior with a love for battle, few humans have a tolerance for pain such as Kraven, though for Kraven, what pain that does exist, only brings pleasure.
  
  In The Executioner's Shadow
  
  Huge as he is, and with a permanent scowl covered in scars, there are plenty individuals that would find Kraven quite intimidating.
  
  War is my Path
  
  Far from a genius, Kraven no less finds a talent for all forms of violence, and battle strategy is no exception. He is particularly gifted in guerrilla warfare.
  
  Longtime a Hunter
  
  A learned hunter with plenty of experience, he excels in tracking, and isn't too bad with a crossbow as long as it's decently sizeable.
  
  
  
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  Personality
  
  Cold and distant from the world, Kraven cares little for others. Nihilistic, irritable, cold-blooded, Kraven knows only how to live for himself and the thrill of battle. When he does not shed blood, he prefers drinking alcohol and eating beef. He has no room in his heart for tenderness of any kind, and the closest to such niceties he is willing to do is simply speak honestly, as he always does. However, he does not speak often, very much preferring to let his actions talk for him. He offers little mercy towards enemies, but is willing to listen, though he only adheres to potential agreements if there is clear benefit, though he always sees his hits through. His only loyalty is to the coin and to the call of bloodshed. He knows no shame in public displays of violence, and the only thing keeping him from often going overboard in proper settings is that he finds being a wanted criminal quite a nuisance. Persistent with a will of iron, when he ultimately makes up his mind, he is relentless. If he decides he truly hates someone above all others, he will see to a brutal death caused by his hands, as he has before.
  
  Bio
  
  Many years ago a fresh babe was born in winter, warmed only by his dying mother's blood and the flaming rubble around them. An unknown father gathered the babe up into his arms as the mother bled to death, and the child screamed, though the scream seemed not one of fear, nor of pain, but of rage and fury, as if the Gods had placed their wrath in such a vessel. This child was later left wrapped in bloodied cloth at the edge of a military camp, and as the unknown father left into the harsh winter storm, the child's screams pulled the soldiers to him. In such youth began the molding of a fearsome man who knew nothing but war and bloodshed. In his beginnings, named after an old champion and an obscure god of strength and war [and smithing], Erik Kraven began simply as someone to carry weapons and materials to and fro, though no less was taught to fight, strategize, and was given the mindset of a proper soldier. Yet as the years passed, and evolving from a mere grunt to a footman, from a footman to a captain, all he knew was death and bloodshed. No less, it felt good to kill. It was his only purpose, so he might as well enjoy it.
  
  In the kingdom he served, Eberkopf, a small but fairly wealthy city in the north-east corners of the human territories, corruption reigned supreme. Many wealthy nobles profited in various outlawed inter-territorial trades of all sorts, and the military was often used to scout out individuals who would become knights, practically glorified mercenaries and bodyguards in this land that served various particular nobles. Kraven was one such individual to become knighted, place under a lord whose business revolved around the various banks and treasuries throughout the north-eastern human territories, though the nobleman also served as a military adviser and tactician. Kraven served as an enforcer, and an image of the nobleman's wrath upon those who would diminish name and reputation. And Kraven was particularly good at this job. Eventually, Kraven was given the official position as the public executioner of Eberkopf, while still serving as a knight to the nobleman Lord, and even given a high ranking position as a general, and the first of a newly implemented elite force that came to be known as the War Executioners, units often tasked with singling out individual targets and executing them, and storming through anyone who was foolish enough to get in their way.
  
  Years passed. Kraven built his reputation upon a mountain of bodies. A time came when he became more weary when not tasked with a good hunt. But he was still good at what he did. Very good. But this constant state would not last. A time came of civil unrest, and an opportunity was going to be taken by the Lord that Kraven had pledged his allegiance to. The reign of the King of Eberkopf was nearing its end as the various nobles decided that they wanted even more than what they had, already: A plot to expand the Kingdom of Eberkopf through conquest. Kraven was tasked with the slaying of the King and the Royal Family, but as is the way of Eberkopf society, he was expendable. In order to maintain the image of the kingdom, Kraven was accused of acting on his own, having given in fully to his violent tendencies. This portrayal had no problem being believed by the common crowd and other kingdoms, as Kraven had brutally killed the Royal line and their guardians, displaying their severed heads on long stakes in the middle of the Capital City for all to see. But in the midst of his accusations, Kraven crushed the head of the Lord that betrayed him using naught but his bare hands, before fleeing from Eberkopf altogether. Kraven eventually settled on the opposite side of the human territories, within the Hinterlands bordering Dwarven land, on the outskirts of a small village, going simply by Erik as opposed to Kraven. He saw this as a chance for a new life, peaceful and quiet.
  
  A few years passed before he found something he did not expect to ever find: Love. It was not so obvious, nor apparent to him at first. He never thought about such things, and habitually never did, even in exile. Tesni Ceridwen. Kraven, or rather Erik, had become a hunter that provided the small village of Stonebrooke with meat, furs, and fat for candles and lamps. Tes, as she was called, was someone he often gather meat for, as she owned and cooked for a small inn in the middle of the village. Erik himself lived on the outskirts, in the woods. He had built a small wood cabin himself, though it was with the help of Tes and her father Lloyd, a woodsman who supplied the village with lumber and occasional wood carvings, it was made more suitable to live in, with proper insulation using leather and straw, in exchange for occasional assistance with chopping wood. Tes was a fiery redhead, boisterous and blunt, occasionally too honest for her own good, but always well meaning. It would be a complete lie to say some of personality didn't rub off on Erik, who admired her boldness. As the two became more familiar with each other, Tes often joined Erik on his hunts, and he helped teach her how to hunt herself. Erik's style was a bit strange, but extremely effective, as he employed many tactics from his time on the battlefield, particularly guerrilla tactics. Erik showed her that the best way to treat these animals in death was to ensure nothing would go to waste, and everything would become useful. In turn, Tes often showed Erik how to cook. He never was particularly good at it, especially in comparison to her cooking,
  
  In the midst of his life in Stonebrooke, he found a companion in Tes, and they'd often spend their time in the company of eachother. From this blossomed a certain love. Erik himself was quite awkward in it. He knew nothing of such things. But Tesni held him through it all. In a moment of weakness, he gave Tes some hints of his past, suggesting she would likely not feel the same about him if she knew. It was his fear that prevented him from saying anything of it in the amount of time before that moment. But, without even speaking a word, she showed that she truly didn't care. In later conversations between bother Erik, Tes, and Lloyd, as Erik didn't wish to keep such a secret from Lloyd either, as he had become a good friend, Erik Kraven was told that the past was not what mattered, but the present and the future did. Admittedly, he never quite grasped exactly what was trying to be explained, but to have their support no less offered him a great comfort, and that was all that mattered. Eventually, Erik proposed to Tes, and the two got married together. A small wedding with only a few people attending, as Erik wasn't fond of big events with crowds, but satisfying no less. Blissful, even. And so they lived happily ever after. Or so things might sometimes go. But... not this time.
  
  Of course it happened when he was away. Erik had gone off towards a nearby city to sell some goods for the village. Just regular business. But when he returned? Only fire. Flames had consumed the village. Panicked, he went to his cabin. It was untouched, but Tes wasn't there. He had to go back to the village, and in his panic, he found her. Her and Lloyd at the inn. Bloodied and burned, their throats and bellies cut open. No one else was left alive, either. He was the only one left. Consumed in rage and grief, he set out to find those responsible. He never did, but he knew well where they came from. And he would go there. But he knew well he had to wait. Eberkopf would have its day of reckoning, doom in the shape of a single man. But that man had to prepare. Thus does Kraven the Butcher once again roam, selling his skills so that the fires of his rage would incinerate every last person in the place he came from, waiting in the shadows to bring an Armageddon upon those that took his joy, and sharpening his blades until the time came to claim every head among the Eberkopf was to be taken. Vengeance will be claimed.
  
  Anything Else
  
  You're gotdam right there's a theme song.
  
  Still has his old execution axe. I'll get an image for it later.
  
  
  

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[Darkling0096]

Name: Arnora
Gender: Female
Age: Yes
Occupation: Astrian Servant
Being: Astrian
Race: War Hawk
Alignment: Arnora is very neutrally aligned. In an era long past, she would have been fiercely Chaotic, but that time is gone.
Appearance:

Spoiler: Mortal Form

Spoiler: Astrian Form

Face claim- Freya (God of War 4-5)
Personality:
Once upon a time, Arnora was a loud and proud warrior, putting her steel before her words in all things. She still prefers to put her steel before her words, but after thousands of years of laying dormant in a dagger, she has changed as a person. Perhaps she did not fully realize the repurcussions of what would happen when her essense was sucked into a vessel, but being trapped in the dagger for millenia has made her extremely claustrophobic and afraid of total darkness. The inability to move or take action while dormant is something that terrifies her as a war hawk, and she dreads the idea of going dormant the same way most mortals fear death, willing to do whatever it takes to keep from going back.
Arnora is still a war hawk, though, and thousands of years of sensory deprivation have not changed that a fight is where she finds meaning and purpose. The stronger her opponent, the more she enjoys the fight, but when made to fight someone substantially weaker than herself, she becomes saddened by the ordeal. Once a soldier, always a soldier, Arnora will follow the orders of her master, to a point. As long as it isn't something that would force her into dormancy or any of her other issues, generally she will do as told without immediate complaint, although she will probably complain later. She cannot stand being idle for extended periods. She has been idle for millenia, and fears for her sanity if she must endure any more.
Technique:
In order to form a contract with Arnora, the master-to-be has to stab themselves in the heart with the dagger while calling her out. The calling her out triggers a form of magic that prevents actual injury as a result of the stabbing.
Skills/Abilities:
Tactician- Leading battles for so long has led Arnora to become a master of strategy. She can look at a situation with the tools available to her and figure out the paths most likely to lead to success, with exception to social situations.
Combat skills- The constant wars between Astrians has granted Arnora proficiency with most forms of doing damage to something else. She is skilled with most weapons and has a knack for new ones, as well as hand to hand.
Physical capabilities- As an Astrian soldier, Arnora's physical strength, speed, reflexes, and endurance are superior to most mortals.
Scaring Children- Crazy bird lady with a sword scares children.
Biography:
Born of war and raised in battle, the name war hawk refers not to a bird, but to winged Astrians seemingly bred for war. Right in the thick of battle was where a war hawk thrived, often leading the charge. In the brief spans of peace between battles was where they suffered, for just as they seemed to embody the very concept of war, they could not fully adjust to its absence.
Once upon a time, Arnora was a general in the constant wars between Astrian factions. Loud, proud, and with her troops, she carved a bloody streak through the battlefield. Her greatest talents laid in her ability to strategize, and for this reason, her soldiers were among the last to fall in the Great Astrian War that ended their kind.
Arnora knew it was a suicide mission she'd been sent on, to go where she had been directed and fight for a specific location, but no war hawk would have refused a battle, especially as the war was winding down. Through the skill of her men and her own power, Arnora managed to squeak out a victory, but at great cost. Her soldiers lay dead and dying around her. She herself stood with crippled wings and a broken sword, her armor rent by blade, blunt, and projectile, covered in blood both her own and not, Arnora knew her men would die soon, if they did not receive help, and help was nowhere within reach.
Sliding to a resting position against a pillar, she waited for death to claim her, satisfied in her victory. She had fulfilled her purpose, she could die as she lived; on the battlefield with her loyal soldiers that had given their lives to fulfil her orders. She had succeeded at what she was to die at, and without her forces and flight, she might as well wait for death to take her as well.
As she lay there bleeding out, she heard a wet ripping sound. She looked to see the enemy commander carving the wings from her soldiers as trophies. The enemy leader she had broken her sword to slay. Rage filled Arnora's being as she struggled to stand. "You will never defile my hawks." The broken blade of her sword in hand, the dying war hawk tackled the evil commander to the ground. Even half dead and without her wings, the rage of the embodiment of war has few equals. Off the mountainside they went, down into the forests below. Trees branches and bones splintered as they slammed each other through the forest.
Arnora found herself speared through the check on such a tree branch, before she watched her opponent stumble into the brush to leave. Arnora pulled herself off the tree, but found she had no strength to give chase. Her injuries were not immediately fatal to her, having somehow miraculously missed major organs when she was impaled, but blood loss was starting to get to her. Arnora swore she'd find and kill the Astrian that had escaped her blade and made her fail, before she lost consciousness.
The forest continued to grow around her as she slept. The blood mixed with the soil and rusted her armor, leaving only the sheathed knife she had not used untouched, until even it's sheath rotten away, and the blood touched that, too. Her body rotted away, but in the knife she remained, for even as her body was dying, her will to continue forced her essence into a vessel that could contain it.
Arnora woke in darkness. Pure darkness, without a single spark of light, not a single sound, or any sign of anything. Not even her own heartbeat to tell her time was passing. Just Arnora and her thoughts in this sensory deprivation chamber without conflict, nothing to do or see for millennia. The worst possible environment for a war hawk. Just as she thought she might truly go insane within the knife, someone unearthed the relic...
Saying(s):
"I'm a soldier, not a diplomat."|"If it bleeds, I can kill it."
Relics: Aside from the dagger that houses her, some pieces of destroyed armor and a broken sword were found in the same place as the dagger.

Spoiler

Astrian Abilities/Powers:
Spirit of War- War is, at it's core, competition over something. Arnora can manipulate the desire to compete, either in a specific person or over an area. She can inflate someone's desire to compete to the point where they'll lash out at anything to prove that they are superior, strip someone of the desire to compete so they quit, or anywhere in between.
Weapons of War- Arnora can manipulate weapons around her, giving them temporary properties, which is shown by her contract seal appearing somewhere on the weapon. If it can be used as a weapon, she can do this to it, but she has to see it as a weapon, as well.
Contracted power:
War Hawk's Sight- An ability that allows the user to see in full detail for miles further than they otherwise could, and identify the relative strength of what they look at compared to the user, however it relies on the user's own ability to identify danger, so it may not be as effective as it could be if the user is inexperienced.
Tier 1:

Spoiler: Hawk's Wings

The user is able to sprout a pair of broad wings from their back capable of flight and gliding at high speeds. The feathers match the hair coloration of the user, and the wings do have weight. If the user is physically weak, they may not be able to support the weight of the wings while standing.

Spoiler: Cast of Hawks

The war hawk is the superior bird of prey, and most other raptors recognize this authority. Using the Cast of hawks ability, the user can call a cast of predatory birds to obey verbal commands, although they may not remain friendly to a Master once the ability wears off.

Tier 2:

Spoiler: Terrify the Enemy

Sometimes an army appears far more dangerous and impressive than it is. Using this ability, one can create the illusion that they are far stronger than they truly are.

Spoiler: Lead the Troops

The user is able to inspire courage in their followers and companions with their words and actions, giving a sense that they WILL succeed in what they are doing. This is far more effective if what the user says or does is actually inspiring.

Spoiler: Heightened Prowess

It is said that in the heat of a fierce battle, time seems to slow down for the two combatants. The user of this ability experiences heightened senses and reflexes, allowing them to react at high speeds to the world around them. To them, it looks like the world has slowed down. To those around them, it looks like they are moving impossibly fast.

Tier 3:

Spoiler: Key to the Armory

A soldier without a weapon is just a person. This ability allows the user to generate weaponry, such as a sword or bow. The more complex the weapon, such as a gun, the longer it takes to generate, but rarely more than a minute or two. Weapons generated from the armory in this way cannot be used by someone that is not Arnora or her master, they vanish whenever someone else tries to use them.

Tier 4:

Spoiler: Wartime Forces

In war, a hawk stands with their army. Using this ability, Arnora can call her soldiers to her service once more. (Summons a company of War Hawk specters to fight on her side) Using this ability will render Arnora as weak as a human the same size for several weeks after the fact, without access to her powers or the ability to grant her master any abilities.

Spoiler: Final Flight

Akin to a suicide rush, Arnora can funnel her remaining life energy into keeping her body alive and intact even as she is ripped to pieces, a kind of berserker state. During this time, as she is no longer limited by pain or what her body can ordinarily handle, her speed, strength, and other physical abilities are heightened tremendously. After the fact, however, it forces Arnora to go dormant for an indeterminate amount of time. It could be as short as a few days, or it could be months, and she will be unable to provide any aid for her master during that time.

Sacrifice:
Tier 1- Arnora is a simple soldier. The sacrifice necessary for her tier one abilities is to just hold her dagger to the sun and utter a hearty war cry.
Tier 2- To unlock Arnora's tier 2 powers, the blade of the dagger needs to meet blood. Not necessarily your own, but you have to be the one holding it.
Tier 3- Tier 3 powers require something more substantial than spirit or contact with blood. To unlock tier three, the master needs to cut themselves with Arnora's dagger, deep enough to legitimately hurt yourself and long enough that it would need to be stitched back together.
Tier 4- To unlock tier 4, Arnora's master needs to carve away a cherished memory. The more memories removed, the less of yourself you become, until eventually you don't even remember who you are.
Contract Symbol:

Spoiler

Astrian Item Appearance:
Arnora's Astrian item is the same as her relic; a dagger made of a metallic crystal, although it has an ornate sheath when summoned in this way, to be worn at the hip.
Other:
Marx Aurelius Otto Von Putsch- Master-to-be

 

[Kloudy]

Name:
Marx Aurelius Otto Von Putsch

Alias:
Marx Aurelius
The Genasi Bastard of Estermead

Gender:
Male

Age:
33

Occupation:
Noble Adventurer

Being:
Mortal

Race:
Half-Human Air Genasi

Alignment:
True Neutral

Personality:
A shrewd opportunist would best describe Marx. He is a charming character with an enigmatic nature at heart. Marx is somewhat selfish, but believes himself to be true when desired and just when needed. His amusingly mysterious attitude tells of his caution to appearing vulnerable before others, even those he trusts. This insecurity haunts him at times.

Open minded and versatile in his thinking, there is nothing Marx wouldn't do to ensure the means saw through the end. Difficult to read or predict through behaviour alone, his capacity for compassion is just as great as his ruthlessness. He is kind to his allies and merciless to his enemies, but will lean towards aiding strangers than bringing harm to them if so given the choice. Above all else, Marx holds a particular hatred for his father and vengeance is secretly his driving motivation.

Technique:
Stabbing himself in the heart and inciting Arnora's name.

Skills/Abilities:
Air Genasi Traits - The Air Genasi come with the inherent ability to levitate up to ten minutes per day. Wind naturally tousles his clothing and he can speak in a powerful echoed voice with effort. Marx can also hold his breath indefinitely and is lighter on his feet than most.

Cerebral Arts - Otherwise known as the Psychic Magicks. Although Marx has mastered most tier three magicks, this is the only style of magic Marx has been able to master up to tier five moving into the sixth. A skilled manipulator of the mind, Marx has three signature fields.
-Truthseeking, or the ability to determine if a person or creature is lying with intent. If the target is not aware they are telling mistruths, the spell will not register it.
-Telepathy, or the ability to communicate with thoughts. Marx can read the surface thoughts of nearby individuals and project his voice into their heads.
-Telekinesis, or the ability to move objects with the mind. Marx can manipulate handheld items within a 10ft radius, but anything larger or further afield is too straining.

Charisma - Calling to his human heritage, Marx has a way with words that often bends situations to his favour. Be it charming, inspiring, convincing or intimidating, Marx knows all the right buttons to press.

Swordplay - A signature skill for any noble, Marx is quite adept if not impressively skilled with a sword. He prefers lighter and more agile blades such as a rapier or sabre and his style betrays a high-class of tutelage.

Schemer - Marx is a self-proclaimed genius of schemes. His ability to plan and predict translates into a versatile skill in both grand war strategy and political intrigue. His shrewd and enigmatic nature ensures he is rarely outsmarted on equal terms.

Biography:
Marx is the true first son of Siegfried Ludwig Otto Von Putsch, half-brother to Thomas Greyrat Otto Von Putsch and (in his opinion) rightful heir to The Magic Kingdom of Estermead. Of course, Marx was cheated out of his birthright due to his brother, Thomas, coming of suitable enough age to be declared the sole prince of Estermead. Marx had enjoyed a relatively happy life in the walls of Siegfried's castle, living in secret to the world. He received a royal education, trained in the sword, practiced magic, studied the finer philosophies of life and had an interestingly wild temperament befitting of an intelligent noble child. Up until the age of ten.

Due to his Genasi heritage, Marx could never be made heir and Estermead's king knew this. When Thomas reached the age of five, Siegfried announced his son to the kingdom and arranged plans against his hidden son. Marx was taken in the night by unknown assailants, forced outside not only the castle, but the city too, and left nothing but a small satchel of gold, his sword and an old horse. Feeling betrayed and outraged, the Genasi Bastard of Estermead left his home in search of a new life.

Or so Siegfried thought...

Saying(s):
"I swear, on my father's grave..."
"If I had an Astrian for every time I've been lucky, I'd probably be in Astrian-debt."

Other:
He knows enough illusion magic to hide the odd colouration of his heterochromatic eye.
"The Genasi Bastard of Estermead" title is a rumour he has managed to stir up in his travels. He does not openly claim the title, but enjoys how uncomfortable it must make his father.

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[Luna Malveaux]

Zevina -W.I.P

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  Spoiler: Astrian form

  When in her true form she's about 25ft tall
  
  
  
  Age -
  Appears to be around 30
  
  Gender -
  Female
  
  Being / Race-
  Aasimar/Blasphemy (Tiefling-Aasimar offspring)
  
  Alignment -
  Chaotic Neutral
  
  Height / Weight -
  5'8" / 150 lbs.​
  
  
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  Home -
  Relic/ With Summoner
  
  Occupation -
  Astrian Servant
  
  Likes -
  Good looking men
  Intimacy
  Flowers, roses are her favorite
  Looking good
  Hot springs
  Looking at the stars
  
  Dislikes -
  Rejection
  Being touch starved
  Her true appearance (Astrian form)
  Being disrespected
  Overly sweet things
  The cold​
  
  
  
  
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  Astrian powers/abilities:
  Gorgon physiology
  Mineral Manipulation
  
  
  Technique: To seal a contract with Zerina a summoner must seal it with a kiss. To Zerina a kiss is an act of trust and she greatly values trust.
  
  Contracted power: User can grow a pair of wings at will and fly.
  
  Tier 1:
  
  
  Thermal vision: User is able to perceive heat signatures for up to 3 hours.
  
  
  
  Tier 2:
  Scale Armor: User is enveloped in light armor made out of scales much like her own.
  
  
  
  Tier 3:
  Poisonous blade: Weapon that the user is holding becomes coated in poison, the effects vary by the size of the cut from the area around the cut simply bubbling and becoming irritated with a small cut to a person's insides gradually becoming mush if a deep enough cut is given and nothing is done to stop it from spreading.
  
  Medusa: The users eyes give off a greenish glow for 10 minutes, anybody they make eye contact with becomes and remains paralyzed within that time.
  
  
  Tier 4:
  
  True form: Zevina returns to her true Astrian form and can use her full power to protect her summoner, doesn't return until summoner is safe or she/her summoner dies.
  
  Sacrifice:
  Tier 1: In order to access tier 1 the user simply has to mutter a compliment meant for Zevina.
  
  Tier 2:
  
  Tier 3: User must cut themselves with her Astrian weapon and offer their blood. The weapon itself will soak up the blood which she then can use to grant the desired power.
  
  Tier 4: For tier 4 the sacrifice comes sometime after the ability is used. The user essentially grants Zerina a wish of her own that's within their abilities and if they dont they slowly suffer effects similar to being poisoned, leading to death.
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  Personality - W.I.P
  
  
  Bio - Zevina is a shard of Vemera; goddess of love, beauty, and fertility. Vemera valued beauty above all else and as a result Zerina was formed from all the traits she had deemed unnecessary in herself in order to reach "true perfection" and cast aside. At first Zevina didn't see herself as anything short of being beautiful, often losing track of time simply staring at and admiring her own reflection. She was perfect, after all, she was a part of the goddess of beauty herself. That eventually came to an end when she began encountering the other Astrians, way before the war. The many off-handed comments and jokes, what would likely be considered as bullying nowadays, quickly went to her head until eventually she began seeing herself as ugly and repulsive. The confidence in her appearance was long gone and replaced with disgust and a newfound hate for the other Astrians was born.
  
  Finding herself all alone and desiring some kind of comfort in her isolation, Medusa was created and was much like her in appearance. Medusa showed her what it was like to not feel alone and was her closest friend. One day, Medusa approached her and gifted her a rose, the first time she'd been given something since her creation. Not long after that moment she created more like Medusa and they later became known as gorgons. They built their own civilization and lived in peace, away from any outside forces and conflict under her protection. Life was good... Until the war. There was attack after attack against her and her people and she had to watch as all but the lucky ones who managed to flee were wiped out. After that she fought and she fought hard. Wiping out anybody that dared to step up to her with the anger of losing everything she had still fresh in her mind.
  
  Fighting battle after battle while taking no time to heal took it's toll on her and left her battered and exhausted. After a particularly long battle against another Astrian, Zevina returned to the ruins of her people knowing her wounds were fatal and if she was going to die, she wanted it to be where her closest friends remained. In her final moments, Zevina plucked a rose from the rosebush in front of her home and held it to her heart as her world faded to black.
  
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[mewmilk]

wip for now

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  Name: Shingiru
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Being / Race: Astrian / Bakekujira
  
  Alignment: Neutral
  
  Height / Weight: 4’2” / 43 lbs.
  
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  Home: Homeless
  
  Occupation: Servant
  
  Likes:
  Alcohol
  Meat
  Sweets
  Shiny things
  Treasure
  The ocean
  
  Dislikes:
  Astrians
  Children
  Cheeky youngsters
  Fighting
  Powerful opponents
  War
  
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  Astrian Powers:
  
  Spoiler: Sensory Manipulation

  Shingiru has complete control over how others perceive her, including how she looks and sounds. Any being that takes notice of her, or so much as mentions her features, will alert her and reveal their location. She grows in power depending the number of entities aware of her presence, and will continue to gain strength as long as they are still able to sense her in some way.
  

  Fluid Manipulation

  The power to manipulate fluids. A sub-power of Matter Manipulation. A combination of Liquid Manipulation, Gas Manipulation, and Plasma Manipulation. Refstókinesis Fluid Control Users can create, shape, and manipulate anything that is a fluid, which, by definition, is a substance that can be a...

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  Contracted Power:
  Mimicry - Allows the summoner to alter their physical appearance, voice and scent as they wish.
  
  Sacrifice Powers:
  Tier 1:
  
  Spoiler: Buoyancy

  Forms an aura-like zone around the user in which the air behaves like water. The user is also affected, though they’ll experience less resistance when moving. Makes it possible to swim through the air.
  
  Tier 2:
  
  Spoiler: Air Boost

  Potent but extremely short range air manipulation. The user can precisely control their own momentum and propel themselves at high speeds.
  Spoiler: Hydrokinesis

  Allows the user to control all forms of water in the area and alter its physical state.
  Spoiler: Conceal

  Renders the user completely imperceptible to others with what appears to be simple invisibility. The user’s scent, heat signature, heartbeat, etc. will all remain hidden until they alert an entity of their presence.
  Tier 3:
  
  Spoiler: Fog of War

  Forms a dense fog over a large area which neither light nor wind can dispel. The fog may be manipulated at the user’s discretion to weave illusions or obstruct individuals. Those that inhale the fog are subject to severe hallucinations and a loss of control over one’s emotions, forced into a state of heightened self awareness.
  Spoiler: Sensual Harpoon

  Summons barbed harpoons in a variety of shapes and sizes, suitable for any type of prey. When impaled in the target, it grants the user full control over one of the target’s senses, with an additional one for every harpoon lodged. The target regains control when the corresponding harpoon is removed.
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  Personality:
  Conceited, greedy, yet also utterly pitiful. Shingiru’s love and attachment for the material is without compare. She is, without a doubt, an excessive hoarder. Glittering jewels, arms of war, even the leftovers of old meals, she wants to keep them all. For someone who was once swimming in gold, she can be surprisingly easy to please with even a random shiny pebble picked off the road. Which she will, of course, vehemently refuse to let go of.
  
  
  
  Bio:
  Shingiru was an elusive astrian who avoided her kind like the plague. When there was conflict between two astrians, she’d give them a wide berth. During times of war, she’d go into hiding until things settled down. If another astrian intruded in her territory, they would soon vanish. Shingiru was no coward, she simply despised other astrians to the point of revulsion. They were vile, unpalatable, and far too much trouble. Their only saving grace were the various shiny objects they carried on their person. Though she chose to remain isolated in the seas, she would rarely venture out and scavenge the lands for such things.
  
  In time, the once vibrant sea Shingiru occupied became devoid of all life, unable to support her ravenous appetite. The seabed and reefs were littered with bones and glittering treasures. With her territory having only expanded since she first settled, her large presence put a target on her back. After the great war began, she was attacked time and time again, hunted like some wild beast. Though she sent each one to meet their maker, one astrian had struck a decisive blow, thrusting his javelin deep inside her. Even as she was dying, her immense greed fueled her desire to live. She couldn’t bear to imagine another astrian, let alone mere mortals touching her property. As the last of her strength faded away, she managed to seal herself within one of her treasures.
  
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  Relic: A golden wristband, covered in intricate engravings.
  
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[EMIYAman]

Name: Zahl Astra

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown

Occupation: Magic Researcher/Astrian Servant

Being/Race: Astrian/Elemental

Height/Weight: 178cm/75kg

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearance:

Spoiler: Mortal Form

Spoiler: Astrian Form

Personality: Zahl is both an Elemental and an Astrian as such his mind is of a higher order than Mortals; his base logic is that of a being of the planet yet one who has the ability to understand Mortals and is not wholly Alien to them. Due to this difference yet similarity he is privy to things others cannot sense or comprehend and his connection to the planet persists even now. He is fairly modest as far as Astrians go, and takes great pride in his research. Zahl has an insatiable curiosity, particularly in evolution and the limits of man. Due his Astrian and Elemental nature it wouldn't be wrong to say that from a mortal standpoint he is an absolute genius with intelligence few could match. Similar to a Mortal growing up he is still coming to terms with who he his and understanding the extent of his emotions. His Elemental side makes dealing with feelings much harder for him as it is inherently something which is difficult for him to grasp.

He may come off as shrewd and overly critical but that is mostly due to his inability to "read the mood". He is rather earnest and does not lie mostly due to the fact that he does not have much experience with it. Since he doesn't mince his words he may come off as intense. He'll leave pauses in conversation and say just barely enough to answer any inquiries. Mortal culture and common sense is still foreign too him so certain actions or responses he will not understand. He likes Mortals and watched their development with keen interest believing they may aid him in his research. His mind is strong and inherently alien so the sealing and time passed hasn't hit him as hard as other Astrians, but it has affected him. He spent most of his time thinking and wondering as he always has, albeit almost unconsciously. The uncertainty he faced in his life, his research, his experiences, his death. It all culminated into a conclusion: this world is being held back by the the Gods beings of pure stagnation. So this world must change before true progress can ever begin. Thus the Gods stand in the way of evolution.

Likes-
Research
Math
Spicy Food
The Planet
Mortals

Dislikes-
Ignorance
Gods
Violent Astrians
War
Stagnation
Sleep

Biography: Zahl Astra was created as something of a conceptual joint project between an unknown God and the planet. The connection and mind of an Elemental as a agent or "sense" of the planet, the godly power and form created by a god as an Astrian, and the imperfection of a mortal. His is a strange existence. How the God was able to convene with the planet and strike an accord is unknown, but it's product is seen here.

Zahl upon his creation was effectively abandoned by his God for some unknown reason, perhaps for study? The God was indisposed? It matters not. What he did know was of his connection to the planet. From the moment of his conception the planets will lingered on his being, though unlike other Elementals he did not feel compelled to obey it's will. Rather he found that he chose to do so. Zahl due to his nature was almost like an infant in mentality, and so for a time he simply stood in place not moving until eventually a phenomenon caught his eye. Zahl for the first time in his existence saw someone die. He stood in a grove where nature was abundant and magical creatures and lesser animals lived without impunity. He met a young boy who had been wounded by the collateral of a fight between Astrians. The boy had somehow wandered into Zahls magical grove, and despite his grievous wounds seemed to resign himself to his fate with grace and took his last moments to appreciate the beauty of the grove and wonder of the creatures which made it their home. The boy had noticed Zahl and merely smiled at him as he passed from this world. Then for the first time Zahl felt something truly powerful, curiosity.

Zahl wandered from his home or rather his place of being. As he could not call such a place home as he had no understanding of such a concept. As he wandered the world going nowhere at all. Searching for answers to a question he did not know. He learned and grew he saw the squabbles of the Astrians who he knew on an instinctual level he was of similar ilk. He saw the "lesser" races and their struggles in survival and their ever so short life spans. As he gained more and more of an identity he met others who added onto his being with what he learned from them. There was five to be made note of. An old wizard in a cave, an Astrian who fought for justice, an elven soldier, an Astrologer and a young farm hand. From them the aspects that make Zahl Astra were combined and realized into a genuine identity. Thus begins the true beginning of his life.

No matter how much time passed that curiosity lingered in Zahl's mind. He wondered at the nature of life and death, the point of his creation, the reason for Mortals and Astrians and why he was different from other beings related to the planet. This led to an obsession with information, all to sate his curiosity. He searched for meaning in all manner of ways as he could feel a hollowness within himself. He sought to fill it in any way he could, thinking it to be an ailment, defect or even a curse. Yet this hole was merely the meaninglessness of a mortal placed within a being that was all but mortal in all ways, expect for one. Somehow, without actually setting out for this reason, he found himself as a researcher. A man of science and magic. His quest for meaning ever continued as he created and created without end for seemingly no reason at all. Before too long certain Astrians would come to him in hopes of gaining a edge in their conquests. Many Astrians sought his work, some through deals and others through violence. One day as he emerged from his workshop after working for an incredibly long amount of time he found a small human village he had often visited for materials gone, and in its place a grand city stood. He was at a loss and couldn't understand what he was seeing. In his absence the Humans had changed and built up from what they once had, the product of generation of work. It was then he found his answer to his elusive question, Evolution.

It must be understood that despite the nature of Zahls creation he was still as close to perfect as a being could get, and his status as an Elemental put his mental state at something that not even some Astrians could understand let alone Mortals. As a being of the planet he understood that the planet desired regression to return to the state in which nature ruled all and the natural order was at play. He understood that as an Elemental he was practically unchanging in every sense of the word. As an Astrian he was crafted by the will of the divine his power unmatched by lesser races and his lifespan infinitely larger than theirs. Yet despite being considered a higher being he was weaker than the Mortals in one way. He did not evolve. He created without meaning, and did not take from it. He did not learn. This would be the last time that was the case.

From then on Zahl Astra threw himself into his work with meaning. He sought progress and happiness. He found he enjoyed math, science, magic and even the company of other beings. However, these feelings would not last forever. As eons passed and Astrian battles continued to ravage the planet. He found landscapes razed to nothing and lives taken without a hint of remorse. Even with his meaning found it seemed the world did not care and only sought destruction. He saw his own work leave thousands of corpses in its wake. He could even feel the planet cry in pain. Despite how long he had lived and the things he had seen he had never felt a pain this strong. Near the end of the Astrian wars which would destroy them all, he gained a new desire. Zahl Astra sought the power of both the Planet and the Gods. He could not properly say why for he did not know, but he wanted it for... something. He delved into ancient and forbidden magic seeking anything at all for any reason at all. At this time he became something of a sage or monk. He did not necessarily worship anything, though he did love the planet, but he did go through an enlightenment so to speak. He found himself meditating, thinking on the questions he had originally wondered at the dawn of his creation, "Why am I here, and for what purpose was I created?", "Who am I?" and "What do I want?". At the heart of all this, was fear.

This is how the life of this strange being ended. He was caught in the blast of another Astrian by pure accident. As if some divine comedy he had been killed when he was so close to his goal. His workshop was reduced to rubble and vaporized. Caught unawares Zahl Astra found his being slipping away the damage being far too much for him to heal, and once again he felt those feelings. Fear, regret, hatred, sorrow but most of all he desired power. Power to unmake this world of brutal stagnation and the beings who made it. How ironic that he found his true desire on the eve of his death. In one last act of desperation fueled by fear and rage he used the last of his magic to slip his essence into his Tome of research then all but vanished from this world.

Saying(s): "Gods? I will do away with that self-righteous egotism.", "Is there any meaning to that life of yours?.", "Evolution is the byproduct of life; without progress we are confined to a cruel homeostasis."

Relics:

Spoiler: Mana Crystallization Armaments

Advanced Astrian weapons created personally by Zahl. They draw in ambient mana from the planet to be used as "bullets". Power of shots is greatly variable and dependent on charge time, though certain frames can only charge so much before requiring a larger frame to store more power.

Spoiler: Prototype Anti-Divinity Armaments

Prototype weapons created near the end of Zahls life. In his quest to go beyond the Gods Zahl poured his vast knowledge into these weapons which grant power to defy creation, or at least they were meant to. They were powerful but not enough to achieve their creators purpose for them. So they were forgotten and Zahl continued his research.

Spoiler: Project Ein Sof

This is Zahl's most closely kept secret. A thing of power which is meant to be the ultimate culmination of his magical knowledge. The repudiation of creation. It is irrevocably tied to his ultimate goal and something he imagines he may have to work on for eons. It is incomplete as it is now, but there are fail safes in place should Zahl truly pass on from this world. Should he truly vanish he would say only this."What a pointless thing you've done... Those who know my research... Will carry on my legacy."

Along with countless lesser and greater projects, experiments, weapons, armor and more benign objects.

Technique: In order to realize the contract with Zahl the summoner must admit a weakness they possess to him. Proving they are imperfect and thus have the capacity for change.

Astrian Abilities/Powers:
Advanced Magical ability- Zahl himself as a being of the planet is closely aligned with fantasy and magic as a whole. As a researcher he gained insight into all manner of magic. His magical formulas and magic circles are particularly complex and powerful as his computational ability is far above average even for a being such as an Astrian. Through this he can rapidly cast spells and read the formation of others spells allowing him to interfere with their spell casting though this is only with magic which still lies in a mortals comprehension. As spells closer to the planet, the divine, or other Astrians operates on what could be considered sheer force. If mortal magic works with the foundation of the universe to produce effects, divine magic brute forces the universe to operate the way it wants.
Magical Engineering- Zahl is able to, with the right resources, forge powerful Astrian Relics of all kinds from weapons and armor to simple benign items. Zahl with his knowledge of magic cirlces and runes is also able to enchant items with certain effects though in his mortal form these effects will be significantly reduced compared to their full scope.

Contracted power:

Thought Acceleration- The summoner's mental processes including response time increase in speed and responsiveness at a fraction of Zahl's. The summoner starts with a 10% increase which rises to 25% at tier 1. The rises with each tier used by a further 25%. Until, in moments of intense concentration time will appear to have stopped completely. Just because their thoughts and reflexes are faster does not mean their body can always keep up.​

Tier 1:​

Spoiler: Keter

The user will gain a greater connection to nature and as such animals will treat the user with respect, other Elementals will not immediately kill you(which is all you can hope for anyway) and the user will gain a light minor healing factor capable of slowly healing minor bruises cuts and even closing greater wounds though only a bit faster than natural processes.

Spoiler: Chokhmah

The ability to reproduce all magics and magical knowledge of Zahl at apprentice level. Magical Circles, Runes, Alchemy, Elemental Magic, Abjuration, Scrying and more.

Spoiler: Binah

The user will given a greater understanding of the natural forces of the world allowing for enhancement and shifting of kinetic energy. The necessary work in order for an object with given mass to move from its resting position. The user will be able to for example pick up a rock throw it and allow it to move faster and with more force than a normal throw should allow, or increase the raw force of a sword swing so that the ground it strikes is split open. .

Thought Acceleration...25%​

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Tier 2:​

Spoiler: Chesed

The user will be able to enter a mirror world existing a layer under the material one, vanishing from sight and all other senses completely. The user cannot move while in this place due to the inherent rejection of mortal existence but can phase in and out as they please until fatigue eventually sets in.

Spoiler: Gevurah

The user gains the mental fortitude of an Elemental and as such their mind will be unaffected by mental ailments including strong feelings or emotions or psychic interference.

Spoiler: Tiferet

The user gains the ability to effect the states of matter through an objects atomic structure. Which just a touch one may turn a hardened metal into liquid and manipulate it, or suddenly freeze a lake. This of course imparts or draws energy from said objects causing a change in temperature.

Thought Acceleration...50%​

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Tier 3:​

Spoiler: Netzach

The user becomes closer as a being to Zahl becoming almost a pseudo Elemental, but more like a lesser nature spirit. Their body practically triples in strength due to their connection to the planet, and complete regeneration through the planet become possible allowing for limbs to regrow and wounds to heal. Though this state only lasts about 6-12 minutes, due to the planet rejecting a mortal becoming one of its "senses".

Spoiler: Hod

The user gains the ability to form an extra avenue of thought. If the thought process of a mortal is considered to be a single "room" this ability adds an extra one. Allowing for partitioning of their thoughts to form multiple independent thought processes. Its different than having two completely independent thoughts or machines in your head because, while there are multiple processes, they work toward one goal. They manage different problem sets, but work together to generate one overall solution. Zahl can partition his thoughts into seven "rooms" since his mind is that of an Elemental.

Spoiler: Yesod

The ability to reproduce all magics and magical knowledge of Zahl at the level of a Master. Magical Circles, Runes, Alchemy, Elemental Magic, Abjuration, Scrying and more. This now includes spatial magic with the ability to redirect force, alter gravity and teleport. Access to the armaments of Zahl is also available, now being able to summon Mana guns of many types.

Thought Acceleration...75%​

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Tier 4:​

Spoiler: Malkuth

Zahl Astra takes on his true form as a being of the planet and displays all his abilities at a level much greater than the summoner may ever reach. All magic will be greater and more potent and full access to his armaments without limit will be available. All of this pales in comparison to his ultimate ability achieved through eons of research and his status as an Elemental. Zahl changes the logic of the planet in a particualr space producing a field 150 meters long stretching all around in a perfect circle. Within this field all are brought to the same level, magic or supernatural forces of any kind cannot occur in this space. For a dimension without such things has been realized. Other Astrians will find their abilities locked and Zahl will also be without his magic and will instantly be reverted to his mortal form upon its use. Within the field the only thing that matters is the individuals raw strength and will, nothing else will yield victory. Of course this can also be used as an escape tactic.

Spoiler: Da'at

Zahl perfectly melds himself with his summoner until no line can be drawn between them. unity invokes the full abilities of both into one. This ability will still require the sacrifice after it is over, but it could be considered a last resort in any case where death is practically unavoidable even with the rest of Zahl's abilities. Which is very possible despite his best machinations. Zahl himself greatly dislikes using this ability as he feels he is forcing an alien concept and will onto a mortal. Unless the situation is incredibly dire Zahl will have to be convinced to use this ability.

[ERROR]Zahl Astra Thought Acceleration max value already reached​

Sacrifice:​

Tier 1- The user must gain new knowledge of some kind.​

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Tier 2- The user must meditate for a an hour with full effort put into it before the end of the day.​

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Tier 3- The user falls into a coma for exactly 12 hours 1 hour after the ability is used.​

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Tier 4- Upon cessation of Zahl's true form the user will immediately be bombarded with incomprehensible knowledge alien to man on the nature of the world and the divine. This knowledge will cause hallucinations immediately followed by complete destruction of any neurons this knowledge came into contact with. While painful and disorientating this will not kill you or cause to much damage however the potential for future damage is great. Repeated uses will eventually lead to loss of self and fracture of the mind, and any neurons destroyed will not come back eventually completely erasing the brain if this power is invoked too many times. Other avenues may exist...​

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Contract Symbol:

Spoiler

Astrian Item Appearance:

Spoiler: Tome of Zahl Astra

Extra:

Spoiler: Mortal Form

Spoiler: Astrian Form

Spoiler: Character Theme

 

[LadyOfStars]

Andruil
The Cannibal/Star Lord

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Gender‌:‌ ‌Male‌ ‌
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Age‌:‌ ‌Ancient‌ ‌
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Occupation‌:‌ ‌Former‌ ‌Scholar‌ ‌and‌ ‌Strategist‌ ‌ ‌
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Being‌:‌ ‌Astrian
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Race‌:‌ ‌Star Forger
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Alignment‌:‌ ‌Neutral

Personality‌:‌ ‌

• Greedy
• Wrathful
• Vain
• Tactful
• Strategic
• Impatient

Likes‌:‌ ‌ ‌
●Strategy‌ ‌
●War‌ ‌
●Luxuries‌ ‌
●Grand‌ ‌Architecture‌ ‌

Dislikes‌:‌ ‌
●Lesser‌ ‌Races‌ ‌
●Ignorance‌ ‌
●Cowardice‌ ‌
●Recklessness‌ ‌
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Technique‌:‌ ‌ TBD

Skills/Abilities:‌ ‌
●Astrology‌ ‌
●Sailing‌ ‌
●Strategist‌ ‌
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Biography‌:‌ ‌
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Eons before the first light was created, there were only the Gods and the Astrians, living in the cosmic void. Until the birth of the Star Forgers that is. In a attempt to rid herself of her greed and wrath, Illumia cast out her negative traits and from that Andruil was born. At first he was a quiet Astrian who obeyed Illumia's every command, but with time he became distant and withdrawn from all. Possessing the goddess' abilities to command the celestial forces, Andruil occupied himself with ;earning and growing his power. to do this without distraction he left, traveling further into the darkness than any Astrian had gone before. Unintentionally he began to peel back the dark veil, hanging stars in the cosmos that spread light and warmth. Supernovas. nebulae, and even black holes were how he passed his time on his voyage through space. He had been content for a very long time, until one day he spotted light in the distance coming towards him. Had someone else been creating stars? Did they intend to take his role as the Star Forger, first of Illumia? The wrath that the goddess had imparted to him was awoken in that instant and Adnruil didn't hesitate to seek out his challenger. Like a comet he soared through the vastness of space and sought out his would-be-usurper. Without warning he attacked, letting anger and fury guide him. The battle was horrific, with celestial forms being flung across the heavens and massive explosions shaking the galaxy. Hundreds of stars were blacked out, consumed, or used as weapons during the brawl until Andruil took a bite out of his opponent. He feasted on the younger Star Forger and what remained of the loser he cast into a black hole. His victory was short-lived however as just as the battle ended he began to see more lights appearing all around him. Hundreds of puny, improper stars being thrown about and dotting the void. Illumia had tried to replace him in his absence it seemed. He wouldn't sit by in silence though.

After dedicating himself to hunting down his kin and having satisfied his blood lust, Andruil happened upon Andros. His last visit to the small rock was ages ago and it had not been so full of life then. Astrians and mortal creatures, skittered about together. The idea was odd and he couldn't fathom why they would want to live among such young, weak beings.from great distance he watched, observed the lives of mortals and immortals, while continuing to decorate the heavens with constellations. He eventually drifted away, but the surge of power coming from Andros drew the greed out of him and forced Andruil back. what he saw was a world at war with great powers being used to smite Astrian and mortals alike. It was interesting to see the results of their attempts to gravely harm one another, amusing even. Astrians did not die like the mortals they ruled over, but it seemed they didn't all know this.

With little information as to why they were waging their wars, Andruil descended to the world as a falling star. Where he landed mortals gathered, eager to get their hands on whatever had fell from Heaven. what they found though was a nebula, thousands of tiny little stars and cosmic dust dancing around in a clearing. At the center stood Andruil in his Astrian form; 12ft tall with a body made of stars, fire, and gold. The mortals exalted the new arrival, bowing and praising him. It was something that Andruil had never experienced before, a prize worth stealing from these younger, weaker Astrians. he would be worshiped, it was only natural after all. Who deserved so much love if not a Star Forger, and the first Star Forger at that.

Gathering information from the mortals, Andruil officially joined the war to dominate his fellow Astrians and steal their followers. The wrath of the cosmos rained down on several battlefields and thus he couldn't eat, Andruil cast into a black hole to be lost to the void. With each victory he gained fame among the mortals and a better understanding of Astrains as a whole. His kin were far more powerful than he gave them credit for. That overconfidence came back to bite him however when an enemy sneak attacked him one night. The shadowy figure caught Andruil as he was teaching mortals how to read stars and name the constellations he had created. As the mortals fled, Andruil clung to his astological sphere which he had created himself and cherished for its relation to the stars. He wished to be beside Illumia once more, safe within her grace his desire for revenge however outweighed is fears and need for love. Andruil wanted to make the other Astrians pay for what they ha done, and make the mortals that they squabbld over suffer. As his body faded his essence entered the sphere. Finally he had the experience that he had brought to so many other Astrians.
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Saying(s)‌:‌
‌“I‌ ‌am‌ ‌as‌ ‌the‌ ‌Sun.”‌ ‌-‌ ‌“Fear?‌ ‌I‌ ‌don't‌ ‌know‌ ‌it.”‌ ‌-‌ ‌“I‌ ‌am‌ ‌like‌ ‌a‌ ‌comet,‌ ‌crushing‌ ‌and‌ ‌burning‌ ‌
all‌ ‌in‌ ‌my‌ ‌path.”‌ ‌-‌ ‌“The‌ ‌riches‌ ‌of‌ ‌Heaven‌ ‌and‌ ‌Andros‌ ‌are‌ ‌mine.”‌ ‌
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Relics‌:‌ ‌N/A

Astrian‌ ‌Abilities/Powers:‌ ‌
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Contracted‌ ‌power‌:‌ ‌

Defying‌ ‌Gravity‌ ‌-‌ ‌Andruil‌ ‌bestows‌ ‌upon‌ ‌his...Master,‌ ‌the‌ ‌ability‌ ‌to‌ ‌control‌ ‌gravity’s‌ ‌hold‌ ‌over‌ ‌
themself,‌ ‌essentially‌ ‌granting‌ ‌them‌ ‌the‌ ‌ability‌ ‌to‌ ‌fly.‌ ‌
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Tier‌ ‌1‌:‌ ‌

Push‌ ‌-‌ ‌Using‌ ‌gravity‌ ‌manipulation,‌ ‌items‌ ‌touched‌ ‌by‌ ‌the‌ ‌user‌ ‌can‌ ‌be‌ ‌forced‌ ‌away‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌user.‌ ‌

Pull‌ ‌-‌ ‌Manipulating‌ ‌gravity‌ ‌allows‌ ‌the‌ ‌user‌ ‌to‌ ‌pull‌ ‌items‌ ‌they‌ ‌have‌ ‌touched‌ ‌towards‌ ‌themself.‌ ‌ ‌
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Tier‌ ‌2‌:‌ ‌

Nebula‌ ‌-‌ ‌Generate‌ ‌a‌ ‌fog‌ ‌of‌ ‌stars‌ ‌and‌ ‌dust‌ ‌that‌ ‌conceals‌ ‌the‌ ‌presence‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌user.‌ ‌ ‌
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Tier‌ ‌3‌:‌ ‌

Shooting‌ ‌Stars‌ ‌-‌ ‌Create‌ ‌stars‌ ‌of‌ ‌varying‌ ‌sizes,‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌hurled‌ ‌at‌ ‌foes‌ ‌or‌ ‌used‌ ‌as‌ ‌lanterns‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌dark‌ ‌
space.‌ ‌ ‌

Supernova‌ ‌-‌ ‌Detonate‌ ‌any‌ ‌stars,‌ ‌creating‌ ‌an‌ ‌elemental‌ ‌explosion‌ ‌of‌ ‌varying‌ ‌sizes.‌ ‌

Star‌ ‌Shower‌ ‌-‌ ‌Call‌ ‌down‌ ‌stars‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌heavens‌ ‌to‌ ‌assault‌ ‌the‌ ‌area‌ ‌around‌ ‌the‌ ‌user.‌ ‌
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Tier‌ ‌4‌:‌ ‌

Heaven’s‌ ‌Wrath‌ ‌-‌ ‌Conjure‌ ‌up‌ ‌a‌ ‌black‌ ‌hole‌ ‌that‌ ‌expands‌ ‌and‌ ‌grows‌ ‌in‌ ‌power‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌passage‌ ‌of‌ ‌
time.‌ ‌ ‌
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Sacrifice‌:‌ ‌
Tier‌ ‌1-3:‌ ‌Blood‌ ‌Sacrifice‌ ‌is‌ ‌required‌ ‌to‌ ‌access‌ ‌these‌ ‌abilities.‌ ‌A‌ ‌cut‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌hand‌ ‌is‌ ‌enough.‌ ‌
Tier‌ ‌4:‌ ‌A‌ ‌life‌ ‌must‌ ‌be‌ ‌given‌ ‌to‌ ‌access‌ ‌this‌ ‌ability.‌ ‌ ‌
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Contract‌ ‌Symbol‌:‌

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Astrian‌ ‌Item‌ ‌Appearance‌:‌ ‌ ‌



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[olive]

Name: Alethea

Gender: Appears female

Age: 3,000 years old, a relatively young Astrian.

Occupation:
Astrian of Flesh, Blood, and Bone.

Being:
Astrian/Eldritch Monstrosity

Race:
Astrian, appears human in mortal form.

Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral. Alethea does whatever is necessary to complete her magical research and enlightenment.

Appearance:

Spoiler: Mortal Form

Spoiler: Astrian Form

Art by David Eugene at ArtStation.

Personality: Alethea is first and foremost a scholar, with an undying curiosity about the world surrounding her, and what caused it to exist. As such, from an early age she showed signs of becoming a mage, and dedicated her life entirely to discovering what lies beyond the physical world. She is greedy for knowledge and power, and frankly just greedy in general. Alethea is a selfish being, devoted to her cause and no one else's. As such, she will do anything to keep researching on the mortal plane when summoned (and will do anything to find a way to separate herself from her summoner), and is extremely hesitant to share her powers, as evidenced by how dangerous and blasphemous her rituals are. Alethea is also paranoid about anyone gaining her power or her magical research into the Old Gods (more on that in her biography), and like many Astrians, she's very prideful. While her knowledge of magic is wide and deep, her sanity is standing on its last legs, as it has been for the past two thousand years. She's also hyperactive; her mind is constantly moving a mile a minute, and she must keep herself occupied lest she lash out in boredom.

Likes: Learning, books, coffee, apple strudels, steaks, seclusion, chess, mind games, blood.
Dislikes: close-minded people, boredom, mortals, other Astrians, crowded places.

Technique:
The summoner need only let a few drops of their own blood seep into the carved sigil on a golden ring bearing Alethea's sigil.

Skills/Abilities:
Other than fleshmancy, Alethea is particularly good at baking.

Biography:
Alethea learned and studied all kinds of magick from the mortal races, in her many years of life, collecting tomes in hundreds of languages in her tower library (the bottom floors of which were open to the public). She herself, however, found a specialization in blood magick. Over time, she assembled in her private library a series of rare books concerning the old gods - gods older than the ones from which she was a mere shard of. Ancient, alien gods that when studied or summoned drove their worshippers insane, ancient gods aloof from the meddling of mortals and Astrians. Alethea sought to gain the power of the gods that reigned before her race, but first, she deducted from her research that she must first resume the godly form that she and her Astrian counterparts had once been part of. Like many others, she interpreted that to become one of the gods she must consume her Astrian brethren, and that is when she actively participated in the war. However, in due time, her tower was sieged to steal the books within it and quench her never-ending quest for power. Upon noticing her opponents, which she deducted would destroy her, she cut an enormous hole in her chest, stored her personal tome within it, and set fire to the tower before any of the books could be stolen. If she were to die, she thought, her life's work must go with her. In a last ditch effort, she stored her body and soul into her favorite golden ring, said to never melt.

Saying(s): "Power lies in madness, but breaks the minds of the weak." "Choke on your own tongue." "I said, bow, worm!" "Once my research is complete..."

If Your Character is an Astrian Add the Following:
Relics: a golden ring bearing her contract symbol/sigil.

Astrian Abilities/Powers: Blood Magic: Alethea can manipulate the blood inside of an opponent's body, causing them to bend in any sort of position she desires. She can also boil and freeze blood (similar to blood bending, if you've ever watched Avatar).
Psychic Manipulation: Alethea can telepathically communicate with any being she desires to (unless they have incredibly powerful psychic shields or defenses). In the older days, when the war was raging, she would drive people insane by constantly babbling inside their minds.

Contracted power: Blood manipulation.

Tier 1:

Spoiler: Hands of Glory

The summoner can call upon up to five hands of glory (which are mummified hands of criminals with each finger turned into a candle, the flame of which is fueled by the leftover body fat) to light their way or perform mundane tasks.

Spoiler: Regeneration

The summoner, if injured, will regenerate immediately. Greater injuries, such as amputations, have a chance of mutating when they grow back.

Spoiler: Mutant Strength

The summoner's muscles expand exponentially in size, giving them super strength for a duration of time.

Tier 2:

Spoiler: Portal

The summoner can create a grotesque magical gate that will take them anywhere they have been to before.

Spoiler: Blood Bend

The summoner can can manipulate the blood inside of an opponent's body, causing them to bend in any sort of position they desire. They can also boil and freeze blood (similar to blood bending, if you've ever watched Avatar)..

Spoiler: Thrall

The summoner can infect the mind of a victim through blood bending by touching them while incapacitated. They can completely control the actions of this individual while their mind is still active trapped within the shell which their body has become. Summoners may have up to 30 thralls at a time.

Tier 3:

Spoiler: Mutation

The summoner can mutate parts of their body to the extreme. This includes mutating animal parts onto themselves, and adding multiple mutations. Examples include extra eyes, limbs, wings, tails, horns, teeth, mouths, heads, etc. The summoner can also mutate any creature within 30 feet.

Spoiler: Fleshmancy

The summoner can manipulate the skin, bones, and tendons of both themselves opponents to the extreme. This includes modifying their own bodies for different purposes.

Spoiler: Sanguine Scry

The summoner can watch, hear, and telepathically interfere on a subject in a pool of blood.

Tier 4:

Spoiler: Maze of Madness

The summoner can transport an opponent to a demi-plane consisting solely of a labyrinth filled with Alethea's discarded blood magic creations. The summoner can enter or exit the maze at any time, and has total control over the labyrinth and its contents.

Spoiler: Blood Geyser

The summoner can cause opponents to burst in an explosion of blood and sinew, immediately killing all opponents within a 60 foot radius, whether they actually have blood or not. It has a similar effect to a bloody atom bomb, including mutations in creatures within a 60 foot radius of the blast. Anything that touches the blood of these exploded creatures will mutate grotesquely in the part of the body that the blood touched

Sacrifice:
Tier 1-3: The summoner must place a few drops of blood into the golden ring.
Tier 4: The summoner must draw Alethea's symbol (place mattering not) and then sacrifice themselves in the middle of the sigil. They must die for it to work, and after the power is used, Alethea will be stored within the golden ring until another contract is made. The summoner, however, is stuck in Alethea's labyrinth demiplane, without any of the control they once wielded. The summoner will be surrounded by terrifying thralls of failed blood magic experiments left to adapt or die.

Contract Symbol:

Spoiler: Contact Symbol Example

Astrian Item Appearance:

Spoiler: Gorechild

Alethea bestows upon you a bone staff called Gorechild, which forms into either a hammer or axe on demand of the summoner.

 

[olive]

Name: Mazoga (nicknamed Maz)

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Occupation: Treasure hunter, former pirate.

Being: Mortal

Race: Half-orc

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Appearance:

Spoiler: Appearance

Art by Joanna Wolska, find it here.

Height: 6'8

Personality: Despite her age, she's been through a lot, and frankly she's just tired of the world of adventure that she was once so enthralled by. Maz a is a genuinely caring person, though ruthless on the battlefield, and is a firm believer that this Astrian artifact business is no good for the world... but she needs the money from those artifacts so she can retire. She is fascinated, however, by the world of the ancient Astrians, and likes to pick up as much of their history as she can, though pieces of evidence are far and few between. Maz also has the tendency to keep some of the things she intends to sell (and some of the things she never should've taken in the first place), especially if they give her better clue into Astrian culture and history. She has the gruff demeanor of an adventuring veteran and a cynical, sarcastic sense of humor. While it doesn't seem so, Maz loves a good brawl (a testament to her orcish heritage), and as much as she doesn't like to admit it, likes to amp her adrenaline every once in a while. When she's down, Maz turns to excess, mainly alcohol. She values companionship and good company, and is loyal to a fault to the few that have gained it. At her core, Maz just wants to live a simple life without worry, and to get enough coin for a good house and a vineyard.

Likes: brawling, pies, history, rock climbing, smoking pipes, treasure hunting, discovering something new, any kind of bread.
Dislikes: greed, overly energetic people, the power-hungry, cheese, gaudiness, vengeance for the wrong reasons.

Skills/Abilities: Maz is particularly good at recalling the history of an area, she's extremely athletic, and can use her orcish heritage to her advantage by intimidating adversaries. She knows the basics of every weapons style, but specializes in great weapons (such as hammers, axes, clubs) and archery. She's the equivalent to a D&D 5e Battlemaster Fighter.

Biography:
Maz was raised by the human side of her family, resulting in a fairly normal, uneventful childhood consisting mostly of roughhousing with her five siblings. Her mother was a cobbler, and ran the business with two of her oldest siblings. When she was finally of age to provide for the family, Maz took a job as a deck hand. Little did Maz know when she arrived on board, her employers were cargo runners occasionally, and pirates most of the time. She learned to fight and eventually upped the ranks and gained respect over the coming months, and continued this profession until the popularity of Astrian artifacts began to rise. While the pirates occasionally went and nabbed some Astrian items on longer voyages, they weren't exactly focused on this new source of power. Maz respectfully left her crewmates, used her pirate gold to buy her own brig, and began her own private treasure hunting company after about a year of solo expeditions. She's been at it for about five years now, and has no plans to stop until she has enough to sustain retirement.

Spoiler: Maz's Ship, the Prometheus

Saying(s): "Dead things are meant to stay dead." "Mmmphf." "If you've got the coin, I've got the balls."

 

[Tobi Naefaerne]

Ayen​

I shall end this, like a dream. Ayen

• Basic Info
• Personal Info
• Abilities/Skills
• Bio, Personality, Etc.

• Mortal Form 6'2
  
  
  Nickname(s) -
  Father of Elvenkind
  First Archdruid
  
  Age -
  Yes
  
  Gender -
  Male
  
  Being / Race-
  Astrian / Archfey
  
  Alignment -
  Chaotic Neutral
  
  Height / Weight -
  6'2"/162lb
  
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  Home -
  Wherever the wind blows
  
  Occupation -
  Astrian/Summon
  
  Likes -
  Elvenkind
  Travel
  Storms
  Wilderness
  Beauty
  Emotion
  Fruits
  Hunting
  Breezes
  Dancing
  
  Dislikes -
  Orcs
  Stagnation
  Urban Sprawls
  Arrogant/Ignorant Mortals
  Environmental Degradation
  Too Much Logic
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• True Form 10ft
  
  
  
  Relic:
  

  Spoiler: First Tome of Druidic

  First Tome of Driudic: Wishing to leave more behind more for Elves and other lovers of nature translated his natural powers and thoughts into a language used to mimic nature with magic. This was the first tome wrote in said language and the origin of druids.
  

  

  
  Astrian Abilities/Powers:
  Nature Lordship- Ayen has authority and control over Nature, all of its inhabitants and anything and everything that dwells within it. Domains of Nature such as the sky, land, sea, etc. are all under their control. Ayen is connected directly to the natural world and thus can communicate, influence, manipulate and control nature: all living beings and plants and natural phenomena, such as the weather and geology of the Earth, and the matter and energy of which all these things are composed. They can survive in any natural environment on earth.
  
  Ayen can manipulate, tap into, blend and/or become elements of nature, including air, weather, lightning, earth, stone, metal, water, ice, light, darkness, clouds/mist, magma etc.. They can control animals and plants and mimic their abilities and forms.
  
  Because Ayen can communicate with nature, they become instantly familiar with their surroundings, the connection is so deep that the earth can respond to one's emotions and desires (blossoming with flowers and calming weather when happy, making skies stormy or cause earthquakes when angry, shifting the landscape to gain the advantage in a fight, etc.)
  
  The user can purify, heal and generally influence the health of nature, and considering the fact that they're helping the environment, plants and animals act favorably towards user. They have access to every living species of animal on Earth and can also draw strength from them and acquire their abilities. Nature obeys users every command and operate on a "hive mind", meaning users can control an entire army of animals.
  
  Illusion manipulation- Ayen can create, shape and manipulate illusions, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are.
  
  Contracted power:
  Ecofamilia- The Contracted Summoner can perceive the environment and its inhabitants within 1 mile without effort, up to 10 miles while mediating, viewing said range as if every plant and animal had the same eyes, ears, smell ect. as the plant or animal with the best of those senses. Additionally, plants and animals naturally apart of nature, and within range, will protect the Summoner, with animals able to temporarily become familiars of the Summoner.
  
  Tier 1:
  Elemental Enhancement: When activated this ability imbues and element to a weapon or the user's own limbs, often used for combat, but capable of more mundane uses. This ability can last several hours, ending early if the summoner dispels it or becomes unconscious. The element can be one of the following per use: wind, ice/snow, water, lightning, stone/earth, mist/cloud, magma.
  
  Empowered Familiar: After having a wild animal become a familiar though the use of Ecofamlia the summoner can empower said animal with an element. The animal roughly doubles in size, strength, speed, and gains attributes of the element used. As above this ability lasts for several hours, until dispelled, or until the summoner is unconscious. This ability uses the same list from above.
  
  Globe of Zephr: A personal atmosphere forms around the Summoner, within which the summoner controls the temperature. The summoner can speed up the outermost layer of the sphere to stop and redirect arrows, extinguish and redirect flames, and even achieve flight. This ability can last for up to an hour, until dispelled, or until the summoner is unconscious.
  
  Tier 2:
  Storm Gauntlets: Clouds and mist swirl around the summoner's forearms and hands. Until the ability ends, the summoner can shoot lightning from their hands at anything within sight. Additionally, the summoner can release thunderous bursts of wind that push anything within ten feet into the air and flying up to forty feet away. This ability lasts for one hour, until dispelled, or until the summoner is unconscious.
  
  Tricksters Air: When used the summoner can coat themself in an illusion. Said illusion can make the summoner visually appear to be someone else within twelve inches of the summoner's height. Alternatively, the summoner may become invisible. When used for either effect, this ability only lasts one hour, until dispelled, or until the summoner bumps and/or hits something with enough force.
  
  Wildshape: The summoner can transform into any natural animal they are familiar with. They must have seen and been within twenty feet of said animal. The summoner can stay in their animal form for up to two hours, until dispelled, or until they are unconscious.
  
  
  Tier 3:
  Weather Control: For ten minutes the summoner can change the weather, changing it extremely. They can also spend those ten minutes to start set a single weather type for the day. Examples include: Sprinkling, Lightning/thunderstorm, Hail storm, cloudy, clear skies, breezy, windy, snow, heatwave, etc.
  
  Field control: The summoner gains control of and can manipulate the terrain along with any plants within five hundred feet of the summoner. They can shift the ground rapidly, heating/freezing it, drying/flooding it, even magically unearthing chunks of it the size of buildings and hurling them. Plants become more malleable while under the control of the summoner, growing at alarming rates while their trunks, limbs, vines, and even roots can be used to bind and squeeze anyone they can wrap around. This ability lasts for thirty minutes, until dispelled, or until the summoner is unconscious.
  
  Ecokinetic Savant: While this ability is active the summoner can generate and manipulate the elements, energies, and effect of nature within two hundred feet of themself. Capable of raging like a hurricane, healing and growing small forests, grasslands, swamps, ect., All elements but fire will bend knee and obey the summoner, allowing them to momentarily become a force of nature beyond humanoid capability. This ability lasts for ten minutes, cannot be stopped early, and prevents the summoner from becoming unconscious.
  
  Tier 4:
  Return of the Lord: Ayen assumes his true form and cares out one request of his summoner, using the full capabilities of nature and all under its domain. Able to throw natural disasters around like a gunslinger shoots shots, and terraform vast stretches of land in an instant, Ayen is the first living force of nature Andros ever saw, and by far the most powerful. Ayen can stay in his true form for twenty minutes before being bound to his mortal form once more.
  
  World of Dreams: Ayen's second fourth-tier ability allows him to focus all his power into creating a Grand Illusion where all those caught inside lose trace of time and space. In an instant, Ayen forms a labyrinth with the Grand Illusion of cascading dream-like realities that feed into the desires of all those trapped inside, showing the trapped minds the worlds and possibilities that give them the most satisfaction. Only those that can abandon their dreams, desires and everything they've worked for can escape.
  
  Sacrifice:
  Whenever Ayen's summoner uses one of the abilities he offers as an Astrian summon he takes an emotional, mental part of his master temporarily to feast upon. This is typically an emotion, feeling, or form of expression. For example, should Ayen take his summoner's happiness, they would be unable to feel happiness until it was returned; if Ayen took his summoner's thanks, his summoner couldn't express gratitude until the feeling was returned. During the time Ayen has said things he gets waves of flavor and said emotion anytime the summoner would've used or felt what was taken. The amount of time Ayen has said emotion, feeling or expression depends on the tier of ability used as shown below
  Tier 1:
  One Hour
  Tier 2:
  One Day
  Tier 3:
  One Week
  Tier 4:
  One Year
  
  Contract Symbol:
  

  Spoiler: Contract symbol

  

  Astrian Item Appearance:
  Geohazard Bident:
  

  Spoiler: Geohazard Bident

  The polearm and staff of the Astrian Ayen, used both as a melee weapon and focus for his power back in the age of the Astrians. It was said he shepherded nature across the world with it
  

  

  
  

  

  
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  Personality -
  Ayen was never still in the age of the Astrians. He would wander and flow like water seeking a basin of company and unseen wonder. When he found someone or something that fascinated him he'd stand by it like stone unmoving. His passion like a fire consuming all it could as he found things he'd love and hate, but ultimately he was like the wind when it came to moving on. He could rage like a storm or gentle like the first drizzle of spring. He loves his elves and their descendants whether they be full or half, seeing them all as his children with the only love within him to rival that of the elves is his love of nature. Ayen's curiosity often left unbound is only challenged by his need to protect and guide his creations and any other he takes a fancy to.
  
  Bio -
  Falling. A great figure above, both himself and not, he was no longer part of that self. The world below, so far below, but getting closer. Red hot, magma, fire, then stone, warm then cold, black then brown. Passage, one minute, or one eternity, ultimately unknown. A sensation, a pulse, and vibration, others falling from above, around. Shards removed, rejected, forcefully pried from others. The ground below called to him and he answered back with everything. Growth, green from brown, a kaleidoscope of colors from green. Rapid growth that changed the air from stagnate and uncaring to winds full of life. And from stone, ground to dust, came flowing water gathering wherever it could.
  
  Ayen's first memories were etched into his mind's eye before proper thought could take hold, in that time he had laid motionless, soaking in magma before being embraced by cooling earth. Eventually, the pressure cracked his and let nature flow from himself like roots come from a seed. After which he had his first thought as he gazed upon the colors of nature taking hold. How beautiful. Enthralled with the colors and shapes sprouting, growing, twisting, stretching, and overcoming one another Ayen could only watch as the first battle of the fittest took place before him as plants competed for space, water, and sunlight in what was dazzling growth. While some were visually beautiful, others were functionally beautiful finding unique ways to survive, and how a weak being could survive by just taking over the spot to stronger beings killed each other for.
  
  Grasses, flowers, mosses, vines, mushrooms, mold, shrubs and bushes, trees small, large, and grand. These things caught Ayen's heart first and so they are what he molded his form after, tall enough to dance amongst the trees but never tower over them. But for the second time, Ayen's curiosity was taken and his heart moved for after the great growth came, the sky tore open washing the land with water, booming triumphantly as tendrils of white like sneaked licks at the earth with the little time they were given. Ayen knew then that was his to rule over. With one hand towards the sky, he grabbed the next strike from its place, feeling it in his hands, Ayen knew he could control it, he let it fly back to the rumbling heavens it came from. With joy, he let out a laugh that quaked his stomach until he fell over.
  
  Ages passed as Ayen found, learned, and mastered every bit of his power, enforcing his lordship on every aspect of nature he could, eventually coming to be the head of a small group of Astrians, all of which were tied to nature in some way, with the Astrian Yxial: The Lord of Beasts as his right hand man. They traveled the world, seeing every aspect of natural that there was, keeping each other alive with both the strength in numbers, but raw power as well. However, as time marched on Astrians started claiming lands, and making the first concepts of mortals. The first mortal Ayen met he underestimated and cut him with pure iron, Cold Iron, that had been purged of its imperfections and all thinks to nature. Ayen raged like a hurricane while ashing their race like a volcano along with the Astrian that created them. By the time Ayen calmed he had unknowingly seeded his blood throughout a forest. From the ground and trees, the flower beds and ponds, all engorged on Ayen's blood, came a curious people, the first of the Elves. Some loving the beauty of the aquatic, others danced amongst the trees and foliage, some were erratic as the changing seasons, and others still were physically attuned to the mysticism of the world letting magic come naturally to them. Seeing them as his own children, Ayen ended his grand travels and built a civilization out of himself and the Elves that lived in tandem with nature within the grand forest the Elves were born in.
  
  For one hundred generations Ayen watched over the Elves, even as they started to leave and settle untouched pieces of land and sea. He fended off other Astrians that tried to steal his mortals out from under him, even going as far as to invent a language to magically interact with nature then teaching it to his Elves so they could defend themselves. But as the tale as old as time goes, power invites power, strength brings challenge. The one-hundredth generation witnessed the war of the Astrians, as Ayen fought to his end to defend as much of his mortals as possible when the Pheonix Solaria attacked. The battle raged for days as the Grand Bird burned away the landscape and Ayen regrew it, each time more weaponized than the last as he called down apoplectic storms from above, and claw-like mountains below, leaving a once lush tropical jungle as a desert when Solaria pushed Ayen to his capital. In a final attempt Ayen poured all of his power into his bident, the power thousands of the most powerful storms the world would never witness. To ensure his mortals, his elven kind would survive, Ayen let Solaria at the birthplace of the Elves and used her need for distraction as the distraction needed to pierce the Pheonix and drive her to the ground, the release of the two Astrians eviscerating a hole into the ground several dozen miles wide.
  
  The aftermath of the two Astrian's battle came down from the sky in the form of rain and debris for a month straight, filling the hole as a new great lake. And for a thousand years, the Elves left the lake in peace in fear of the Pheonix coming back, but it never did. As the battle became a legend, then myth, and finally a fairy tale, a pair of twin elves not even through their first century wandered out on the lake and heard a voice calling them, and decades of searching they managed to locate a glow, but it was too deep for them to get too. They tried magic, tools, herbs, potions, until one day they twins gave up and tried to pray. Their prayer was answered by a flash of light that could be seen from nations away. When the twins returned to their village that day they were left without their curiosity for a year, but what they brought back served as a symbol for Elvenkind for many years as the joint capital of the High and Wood Elves was built around it. A chunk of earth, with a polearm, plunged into it, pinning a plume of firey feathers.
  
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[Roman]

Sylas Kline​

Conquer what causes you fear to achieve true power. Sylas Kline

• Basic Info
• Personal Info
• Powers & Tiers/Sacrifices
• Bio, Personality, Etc.

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  Nickname(s) -
  Syl
  Sun Tamer - A name given to him by the Dark Elves
  
  Age -
  Age was never something he concerned himself with.
  
  Gender -
  Male
  
  Being -
  Astrian / Appears as a Dark Elf in mortal form / Vampire
  
  Alignment -
  Neutral Evil
  
  Height/Weight -
  Mortal Form:
  5'5"/152 lbs.
  True Form:
  Unknown At The Moment
  
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  Appearance - Sorin Markov
  Spoiler: True Form

  
  Spoiler: Astrian Artifact - Sanguine

  
  Spoiler: Astrian Relic - Necronomicon

  
  Spoiler: Contract Symbol

  

  There are bite marks in the magic symbol as it appears on the neck where Sylas turned the summoner through biting them.
  Astrian Artifact Location -
  The Ruins of Castle Kline
  

  Spoiler: Castle Kline

  

  
  Occupation -
  Corruptor Astrian
  
  Likes -
  Mortals, at least as his puppets and food
  Creating Weapons and Diseases
  Vampires
  Darkness
  Corrupting any and everyone
  
  Dislikes -
  The Sun, even if he conquered it
  Astrians
  Mortals
  Ignorance
  Defiance
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  Contract -
  To form a contract with Sylas, the summoner must become a vampire. To deny this is to deny a gift and Sylas' trust as he finds those who deny the power not worth his time. By taking this, you become a vampire and you must consume virgin blood to complete the transformation. Failure to do so within 3 days will result in the contract ending and Sylas will return to his resting place with his blade.
  
  Contracted Power -
  Upon agreeing on the terms and becoming a vampire, you gain the abilities of a vampire. While they are limited, you still have them, alongside the ability to be what is known as a "daywalker", effectively allowing you to walk in the sun and turn those willing into a lesser vampire. The summoner will become a Superior Vampire(we'll talk about what powers are gained). Despite Sylas being a Vampire Lord, they will still have control over him as they are the summoner.
  
  Vampire Lord Physiology -
  Sylas is a Vampire Lord, the most powerful vampire. Unlike lesser vampires, the vampire lord possesses inherent skill in dark magic and may command legions of undead minions/vampires. Also, vampire lords are known to have a certain resistance to sunlight for prolonged periods of time and have the fewest weaknesses; on top of that, even if they die, they are powerful enough to be reborn after a specific time period has passed. This is because of a supernatural tether binding them to the physical plane as long as it's not separated in certain possible ways. Furthermore, depending on the user, they may have a demonic nature, thus granting them access to the most unholy of powers.
  Source(Includes applications.)
  
  Negative Forces Manipulation -
  Sylas can manipulate all forms of negativity, physical and spiritual negativity, including Anti-matter, Nothingness, Demonic forces, Destruction, etc.
  Source(Includes applications.)
  
  Sacrifices -
  Tier 1-3: To gain access to Sylas' tier one powers, you must drink the blood of a virgin. There's a reason for this. Corruption being something he's closely related to, the blood of a mortal who is still pure brings him greater strength. Depending on the amount consumed by the summoner determines what level tier they can use.
  
  Tier 4: To gain access to Sylas' true form and his strongest abilities, the summoner must sacrifice not just an incredible amount of virgin blood, but they must consume the heart of the virgin too. After using this power, the summoner is not allowed to use it for another year and they lose their ability to walk in the sun during that time. As a result, the summoner can be easily killed until they are able to use Sylas' tier 4 ability again.
  
  Tier 1 Abilities -
  Fear: You are capable of causing fear into others by force. There's no need to actually do anything as this fear is caused by magic and causes the person under its effects to see the worst possible thing in front of them.
  Shapeshifting: Becoming a bat is basic vampire power, but Sylas can allow for his summoner to take on the form of any medium-sized mortal or animal. Unfortunately, the eyes of the master will remain what color they are which is the bright glowing orange.
  Hell-Fire Manipulation: Sylas allows for his summoner to be able to control and create the flames of hell.
  
  Tier 2 Abilities -
  Cursing: Sylas allows for his summoner to bestow a curse upon others. Depending on how strong the target determines how long the curse lasts. The curses are able to de dispelled by magical means.
  Necromancy: The summoner becomes capable of raising the dead as minions. They'll be weaker and less intelligent than they were in life, but they'll follow basic commands given to them by the summoner.
  Darkness Materialization: Sylas grants his summoner the ability to take their own inner darkness or their dark thoughts and manifest them into physical things, taking whatever shape the master chooses. This can also be used to boosts the summoner's own strength instead of materializing something.
  
  Tier 3 Abilities -
  Black Hole: Sylas allows for his summoner to create a weaker version of a black hole. The person being targeted won't be sucked in, but the force of the pull is enough to break bones.
  Malevolence: The summoner becomes capable of bringing out the evil in those who have it underlying in their hearts. The stronger the evil within them, the stronger they are when this activates. Those with a will and the mental strength to do so are capable of denying the calls of evil within them.
  Dark Element Manipulation: Sylas gives his master a taste of the power he has himself, allowing for them to have control of the dark elements and their destructive force.
  
  Tier 4 Abilities -
  Amriel, the Angel of Darkness: Sylas' fallen angel companion. When sacrificing for a tier 4 ability, this option becomes available. While Amriel may not be stronger than Sylas himself, her abilities as an Angel are beneficial to both the summoner and Sylas himself. She can not only fight but acts as a support for the summoner and Sylas. Boosting their strength and keeping the master uninjured whether it be with her fighting capabilities or her magic. Being bound to Sylas, she is incapable of death and when defeated, much like an Astrian she will be forced into a dormant state, only she can't return to an artifact and will simply be teleported back to the castle until she recovers by Sylas.
  
  Sun Tamer, Total Eclipse: Originally, Sylas was weak against the sun. When he became focused on his goal, he was able to conquer the sun for himself. Effectively becoming immune to its effects. Unfortunately, for the mortals who were turned into lesser vampires, they still suffered the same effects and with prolonged exposure; death. Sylas knew that with something like this still able to keep his underlings weakened, he would need to come up with a way to allow them to fight alongside him. By doing a tier four sacrifice, Sylas can take on his true form and effectively use his power to force the moon to come and block the sun. This would allow for his undead army to be stronger than they would if the sun was still shining. To use this power to the best of its abilities, the summoner must turn other mortals into vampires or there will be no vampires there to help fight when this power is activated. Undead minions would be there in numbers which gives them strength, but they are still incredibly weak. Sylas would suggest turning mortals before attempting to access this power if you haven't already.
  
  
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  Personality -
  Sylas is a very motivated man. This stems from before the war occurred. Before the extinction of Astrians as a whole. Having really cared little for anyone else, Sylas often found himself alone and deep in his research. Looking for a solution to what he called his "sun weakness". This drive that kept him going allowed for him to find his solution but through his work he found that he was more than willing to do whatever it took to achieve his goals. Torturing mortals to further his plans and not caring enough to give a second thought as he did so. His experiments were done in secret, away from other Astrians, but he was smart enough to realize that he did enjoy what he was doing to some extent. Once he cured his sun weakness and the war began, he would happily jump into battle and fight those he came across. Subjecting the mortals he corrupted. Making them his own. He would have them build a castle in his name or use them as food to strengthen himself for battle, taking and creating more when found himself short of corrupted people. He does have another goal that he never got to achieve, and that was to corrupt another Astrian.
  
  Bio -
  Sylas, born from a Goddess of the Night, was doomed from the start. Upon his creation, he was thrust into the world with an underlying condition that made him weak to sunlight. His skin would burn and boil, which would eventually lead to him dying if he were to stay out in it long enough. While his fellow Astrians, most of them anyways, led lives that didn't require them to wear clothing that would protect them from the sun, Sylas was forced to. There were a few times where he was careless and would let the sun hit him. It hurt. The world he was put into was his own personal hell. A life that was even unbearable for the most powerful god in his eyes... And he was cursed with it. It would get to the point where Sylas would often consider giving in and just allowing for the sun to burn him down to the bone. That was until he found a purpose. Something he lacked before.
  
  With this newfound purpose in life, Sylas knew what he must do. It may have been a crazy idea, but he was going to conquer the sun. If there were more like him out there, he was going to be the first to do it. Taking little steps at a time, Sylas was able to build his own research facility using mortals he had stolen from other Astrians and forced to do as he pleased. Those mortals would eventually become test subjects. Through his tests, he learned that he gained strength through blood, but that wasn't enough to conquer the sun. Not by a long shot. The more experiments he conducted, the more failures he would produce. There were more and more mortals ending up like him, and they would often die in the sun due to prolonged exposure. The closest he had gotten before almost given up was his failed attempt with the elves. He would accidentally create a subrace of elves known as Dark Elves. While they may have not burned in the sun like humans, Dragonborn, and dwarves, they did have a sensitivity to light. While they were capable in the dark, the light was harsh on their eyes, making it hard for them to do the things they usually did. Sylas would keep a few, forcing some underground and keeping a close watch on them to see how they adapted. In the end, it worked out well for the Dark Elves, and the story of how they made a living underground came into existence. Unfortunately for them it was warped and future generations were told that Sylas saved them from the sun and brought them underground where it didn't impact them negatively, they began to worship him. This was much to Sylas' disliking, but he knew it would work in his favor to have something worship him. They would be more willing to give themselves to the entity that "saved" them. As a result, Sylas allowed them to continue their worship for him. They would even build shrines in his name. During this time, he would also write the book known as the Necronomicon. This book would be made from the skin of the mortals he experimented on, and would also house the many spells of the darks arts he loved so much. Anyone who got their hands on this book could potentially learn things such as necromancy for example. Magics having to deal with the darker side of the spectrum. Better used in the hands of someone who valued chaos over anything and the world safer in the hands of someone who didn't.
  
  The research facility Sylas had built would eventually become a castle by the name of Castle Kline. He would still conduct his experiments, using more elves that he had taken from another Astrian and some dark elves as he still hadn't gained complete resistance to the sun. Through his experiments, he was able to make himself resist the effects just a little bit, but not enough to go out completely unaffected. Through many more deaths by his hands, Sylas would eventually find his answer. He would eventually conquer the sun. With this new power, he set out to conquer more. To take more of the mortals and put them under his control as they were the corrupted he had made. Astrians may have been capable of making life at the time, but Sylas found it more pleasing to take. Make things that aren't his... Well, his. Whenever he went out of his way to achieve and take more, he made sure to leave behind death and destruction. When he felt like he had enough, he went back to his castle. The mortals who were corrupted tending to him like servants, and those who weren't living in his castle as slaves were spreading his name. Bringing it to power amongst the others and forming cults that worshipped him and viewed him as their one and true lord.
  
  Then there came the war. Astrians were finally done with one another. So many mortals would abandon their creators unknowingly to follow the first Astrian they saw display their godlike abilities. In Sylas' eyes, it was the most beautiful thing. Mortals causing such a decrease in Astrian's self-value that it resulted in war, all because their egos were so inflated that they felt the need to kill one another to find out who the one true lord of Andros was. Sylas could only be brought joy from this situation and with the thought, he wondered if Astrians themselves could be corrupted... If not controlled by abusing their fragile egos. As the war began, Sylas took up arms, wielding his most powerful magic item; Sanguine. A longsword he created using his powers. A blade capable of harnessing elements of darkness. Using this longsword and his natural affinity for the dark arts, Sylas fought valiantly. Not to prove he was the strongest Astrian of them all, but to further his ambitions in gaining knowledge and empowering himself through doing so. During the war, he corrupted an angel by the name of Amriel, forcing her to be his minion in this all and to fight alongside him. With no other choice but to listen to her new master, she did so.
  
  The two of them would fight together and Sylas would learn quite a lot during the war, but it would eventually come to an end. Within his own castle, Sylas was attacked. It was the last place he expected to encounter another Astrian and as a result, he wasn't prepared for battle. Defeated, in the throne room of his own castle, Sylas simply watched as his body slowly began to fade away into his sword, the item most he held most dear to him before being sealed away. Knowing it was eventually his "end", Sylas simply ordered Amriel to remain dormant until the day he came along once again. Through his research, he knew Astrians weren't capable of death like the mortals were, and it led him to the idea that it was possible for them to return, he just wasn't sure how.
  
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[Diphylleia grayi]

basics

Name.
Eulalia Perennis

Aliases/Nicknames.
"The witch of flame", "Mornbringer", "Saint of forgiveness"

Race.
Human

Gender.
Female

Age.
30

Occupation.
Wandering priestess

Height.
165 cm

Weight.
52 kg

Appearance.
A clean-cut figure of translucent veils and silver armour polished bright with the luminous kiss of the moon and embrace of dawn. Of unblemished gloves pulled taut over clenching fists, never to be removed, and wavy golden locks concealed modestly behind the silk of maidenhood; The shadow of stars permeating in tired bags under jaded eyes.

Personality.
As soft-spoken as a spring breeze, gently coaxing the blossoms out of their verdant shells, and as tranquil as the wild blue yonder. Eulalia is a woman of seemingly endless composure, gaze that of sweet sunlight caresses and smile reminiscent of the playful jazz falsettos in birdsong. However, like jazz, notes never written dancing as steps never taught, there hides an ambiguity in the choices of strings being pulled. The warmth arriving and dispersing in ebbs and flows to sometimes leave a taste of winter in its stead, bitterly refusing to thaw. As such, Eulalia's existence is that of two sides of the same coin; overflowing with compassion on one hand but not opposed to taking to cruel indifference on the other. She holds her dear ones close and their joint enemies even closer, acting in a claim of all-encompassing love.

abilities & trivia

Skills.
Embroidery, herbology expert, skillful fencer (self-taught), able to recite holy scriptures in their entirety purely from memory (makes for a good lullaby), mellifluous singing voice.

[Martyr's prayer]
A healing spell which transfers the target's wounds over to the user. As rewarding as it is risky, Eulalia may die if she's not careful.

[Martyr's revenge]
The opposite of prayer, user can harm or inflict pain on others by inflicting damage upon their own body after establishing a "bond" to the target through physical touch.

[Divine Alignment]
A self buff spell which grants her rapier a divine attribute, making it stronger against dark magic and more resistent towards other divine magic.

Alignment.
neutral Good

Likes/Dislikes.
- Blood (the sight of blood causes her to feel sick.)
- Children
- Religion
- Liars
- Physical contact

+ Music, choir music specifically
+ Nature
+ Sketching
+ Handiwork
+ Folk tales/Sagas

Theme song.


gallery.
x, x, x

History

History.
This is the tale of a girl and her pursuit of perfection, of the wishful pennies thrown into wells and prayers made under shooting stars, of the weight of the cross and of hands; marble skin stained crimson with the blood of those they vowed to protect.

Of a choice that brought a saint down into ruins to inevitably be forgotten in the passage of time.

In the year of the xxx dynasty, a blessed child was delivered to a poor family of the xx Kingdom situated in the west-north border of the human empire. This child, who would grow up to become a beauty with hair as golden as the sun itself and eyes that of bluejay feathers, was extraordinary from birth; her body emitting a soft divine light as soon as she drew her first breath. Thus, she was said to be a gift from the heavens and hailed as a saint that would bring glory to their kingdom under the name of Eulalia Perennis.

Said to be a child of the gods, Eulalia was given away by her parents to the local monastery to be raised in the ways of the holy spirit. Receiving extensive education, she was indeed an exceptional child who exceeded all the expectations put upon her. But that was not all, as she possessed what they deemed divine powers as well; said to be able to heal all inflictions and bring back those beyond rescue to life.

Truly a saint.

Appointed to be the monastery's face outwards Eulalia came to be worshipped and sought for her powers and wisdom. However, following a disastrous drought spell under the summer of xxxx the monastery suffered heavy losses; the buildings burnt down to the ground without a single survivor left behind. Assumed to have perished along with her sisters Eulalia soon faded from the memories of those she had once devoted her life to, her story now a legend of misfortune. The child had stolen the gods' limelight and was therefore punished for her heinous deeds.

Truly a heretic.

Contract technique.
To form a contract with Sylas, the summoner must become a vampire. To deny this is to deny a gift and Sylas' trust as he finds those who deny the power not worth his time. By taking this, you become a vampire and you must consume virgin blood to complete the transformation. Failure to do so within 3 days will result in the contract ending and Sylas will return to his resting place with his blade.

Quotes.
"Let's pray, at least for your sake."
"I am someone who walks in dusk, belonging neither to day nor night; my only purpose being that to tie their threads together."

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[CasualTea]

Name:
Ventus Erindel

Gender:
Female

Age:
Unknown

Being:
Astrian

Race:
Archsylph

Alignment:
Neutral Good

Appearance:

Spoiler: Astrian in Mortal Form

Spoiler: Astrian in True Form

Note: She's still the same height as her mortal form.

Personality:
She's usually gentle and kind, but you don't ever want to make her angry. Sure, she can be a bit arrogant and naive sometimes, she still wants to mean good.

Likes/Dislikes:
+Nature
+Drinking Alcohol
+Peaceful Days
-Unnecessary Conflicts
-Starting a Fight
-Perverts

Technique:
Sing a verse of a song in Alician.

Skills/Abilities:
Martial Arts/Archery - She has advanced martial arts skills and extensive knowledge in the bow and blade.
Cooking - She is a pretty decent cook. Perhaps cuisine or royalty level of cooking? Definitely that of a nobles' quality of dining.
Cleaning - She's great at cleaning, especially when she's using wind magic to do so. It does get a little dusty but it'll find its way out eventually.
Hunting - As expected for someone who has extensive knowledge in the bow and blade, she can be an excellent hunter, able to track animals or people by sensing disturbances in wind patterns and sharp hearing.
Lightness - The winds move with her so she feels lighter.
Sharp Hearing - As an elf, her ears can catch more sound waves.

Biography:
When Ventus was born, she was taught that there needs to be balance in the world. When balance falls, chaos rises. With what she was taught, she did everything she could to keep the balance. She learned skills that would help her uphold justice and protect the innocent. She also learned how to use her skills for good and not evil. But when the Astrian War came along, it became a challenge. The battlefield was chaotic, there was no balance at all. The balance kept tipping and she couldn't stop it. She watched her friends die, even her mentors. She also heard about Ayen and Solaria, of how their battles raged violently and killed anyone who got too close. She realized she could not fight in this battle anymore and decided to protect those who couldn't. But even then, it wasn't enough when the two landed their last blows. Before she fell, she learned something on her own. True balance is restored through absolute chaos, as balance always finds a way. The war was like a storm, violently raging as it continued to escalate into more destruction, only to settle down once it left its mark. When she is sealed away, she goes to sleep, going to her dreamworld and remembering past memories. She had masters before, those who did righteous things while others did things discreetly. There was one master she would never forget. She became an Astrian of a noble long ago, a very wealthy one at that. He looked promising, seeking a power to save his family. What her master asked her to do were things from simple house work to bodyguard duties, as well as aiding front lines in battles against other nobles who attacked them. Things took a turn when they became the head of their family. After they fended off the other rivaling nobles and were no longer being attacked, they had begun attacking other nobles and not only turning them into their subjects, they had violated them in many ways. From public executions to selling family members. Enough was enough. One night, her master wanted to ask her to do something for him. He had a sibling who had different views and policies than him. He wanted her to eliminate his sibling. She went off to meet the sibling, but gave them advice instead of doing what her master said. "Your brother wants you dead, and he has sent me to kill you. However, I will not. I'm here to tell you that you will be the next head." "But my brother, he's the current head right now." "Not for long. Melart. After I'm done, find a suitable place for me to sleep. I've had enough of this." She killed the head, and was immediately sealed away. The sibling took her away and placed her at the center of some Elven ruins in the forest. They covered her with a black cloak so that she'd be somewhat hidden away. She never would want to serve under someone like that again.

Saying(s):
"Make your friends rich, your enemies rich, and wait to tell which is which."
"I hope I'm not showing my age."
"Through brightness, I can offer redemption and let you change your own fate."

Astrian Abilities/Powers:
Wind Manipulation - A vast range of wind manipulation techniques, from forming arrows to creating barriers, forming slicing crescent winds to condensing them into a visible ball.
One with the Wind - Ventus can use the wind to hear, move, or detect things to her advantage. Playing hide and seek is a game she'd always win.

Contracted power:
Basic Wind Manipulation - The winds move with you so you feel lighter as a result, and you can cause gentle gusts of wind to help you move about.

Chant Sequence:
Before using any of the tier abilities, you must first make a Combination Chant. Each ability is aligned with a Trail (Lau), and you need to pick from Brightness (Es towai di), Redemption (Es crai ni), or Fate (Es grei ni). (Example: Es towai di lau ----> Brightness trail)
After the combination chant, is the tier chant. (Example: Es towai di lau, ah so ro lus si wu sai tse.)

Spoiler: Translation from Alician to English

Lau - trail
es towai di - Brightness
es crai ni - redemption
es grei ni - fate

Tier 1: Arsia ou Lazz a Pysietia end
Wind Burst (Brightness) - Create a burst of wind to push back enemies or create a pillow of wind for a safe cushion.
Wind Sensor (Redemption) - Use the wind around you to detect your surroundings, the wind whispering the location of what you desire and of any threats.
Weaponized Wind (Fate) - Use the wind to form a weapon. Be it a blade, bow and arrow or spear.

Tier 2: Folme Arel ou Bis Ildrem
Wind Directional Change (Brightness) - Manipulate wind currents around you and change the wind's directional path.
Wind Barriers (Redemption) - Create a barrier out of wind to withstand heavy attacks or prevent from being crushed.
Windy Lightness (Fate) - The wind will start to lift you as they see fit, allowing you more capabilities in mobility.

Tier 3: (Leste Plist a Wely,) dooom end dooom stica anie en toubi ran eist ou gete Story brait.
Wind Explosion Bolts (Brightness) - Fire an arrow that causes ripping winds upon impact that's similar to an explosion.
Healing Wind (Redemption) - Summon a passable orb around you and others or condense wind at the palm of your hand to heal wounds.
Condensed Wind Techniques (Fate) - Condense wind to create traps or spheres that will rip and tear upon impact on enemies or violently knock them into the air, the equivalent to getting hit by a carriage or wagon at high speeds.

Tier 4: Grend imm Bis Lanai o Di Toup Imm Herz a Ajarla Yien Alista
Memory Apparitions - Summon apparitions of Ventus to carry out any command, mostly for attacking.
Powerful Arrow Storm - Create a powerful storm that consists of ripping winds and arrows made out of condensed wind to rip and tear through enemies and decimate the area.

Sacrifice:
Tiers 1 to 4 require the chant listed above as well as the beginning chant from before. However, Tier 4 requires the full version of the beginning chant and its tier chant.
(Example: Es towai di es crai ni es grei ni lau, eit saht cha reh lee schtai)
Upon using a Tier 4 ability, you will either suffer from blindness or multiple amounts of the pain felt by the victim which will lead to paralysis from the waist down for a year minimum.

Contract Symbol:


Astrian Item Appearance:
Wrist Guard (Can make a wind bow or wind blade out of this)

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• [div class=white][div class=scrollbox] [div class=headf]Name[/div]
  [div class=f2] HARIN [/div]
  [div class=headf]Title[/div]
  [div class=f2] The Golden Lioness [/div]
  [div class=headf]Age[/div]
  [div class=f2] 26 [/div]
  [div class=headf]Gender[/div]
  [div class=f2] Female [/div]
  [div class=headf]Occupation[/div]
  [div class=f2] Former royal guard turned wandering hero [/div]
  [div class=headf]Being[/div]
  [div class=f2] Mortal [/div]
  [div class=headf]Race[/div]
  [div class=f2] Aasimar [/div]
  [div class=headf]Alignment[/div]
  [div class=f2] Lawful Good [/div]
  
  [/div][/div]
• [div class=white][div class=scrollbox] [div class=headf]Personality[/div]
  [div class=f2] HEROIC - Harin has the heart of a hero- or so many people say. Brave, helpful, righteous, and selfless; she's more than willing to give up her life for the sake of others. She rarely thinks about herself nor does she have any personal goals aside from fulfilling her call.
  
  PASSIONATE - Harin pours more than her hundred percent on everything she does. She isn't one to easily give up especially if there are people relying on her. She's always beaming with hope and firmly believes that as long as she's fighting for what's right, then she'll never lose hope and back down.
  
  CORDIAL - Harin is actually a cheerful gal who laughs at pretty much everything. She's usually bouncing with energy and is not afraid to contaminate everyone with it. The downside of this is that her high spirits can be out of place sometimes. Let's just say she may or may not crack jokes during the harshest of moments.
  
  GUILELESS - It's safe to say that Harin is not the brightest crayon in the box. Thanks to her kind nature, this girl easily believes in people and likes anyone by default (although she's not invulnerable to freaking out because of exterior appearance), so she's very susceptible to lies, deception, and manipulation. She's open to befriending literally anyone, and believes in change and forgiveness. [/div]
  
  [div class=headf]Likes[/div]
  [div class=f2] Helping, friends, adventures, sweets, and animals [/div]
  
  [div class=headf]Dislikes[/div]
  [div class=f2] Violence, lies, selfishness, alcohol, and solitude [/div]
  
  [div class=headf]Facts[/div]
  [div class=f2] MASKED - Thanks to her Aasimar nature, Harin has to conceal her identity most of the time. She normally wears cloaks, robes, and masks to ward off evil cults and other agents of chaos. Ever since she became Yxial's summoner, she started using the mask artifact to conceal her nature.
  
  CALL - Harin believes that her call is to find and protect the exiled prince of Estermead, Marx Aurelius. Her celestial entity relentlessly guides her towards him. [/div]
  
  [/div][/div]
• [div class=white][div class=scrollbox] [div class=headf]Technique[/div]
  [div class=f2] To finalize the contract, one must don the mask and be one with the spirit of the beast. This requires having to degrade yourself to a beast and let out a fearsome roar. The next step is to smear the summoner's blood across the mask while wearing it. Only then will the contract be complete.
  
  ASTRIAN: Yxial Oshiar [/div]
  
  [div class=headf]Contracted Powers[/div]
  [div class=f2] BEASTBLOOD: The user is given the blood of the beast. This gives the user enhanced prowess in all physical aspects, beyond that of what a mere mortal can achieve without the aid of advanced magic or other beings like Yxial. The user is also gifted with enhanced senses, much like an animal, as well as the instincts of one. It may not always be accurate, but such instincts allow the user to tell changes in people's behavior such as sudden aggression or defensiveness. [/div]
  
  [div class=headf]Skills[/div]
  [div class=f2] COMBAT MEISTER: Thanks to her years of training in Estermead, Harin is decent at using all sorts of weaponries from slingshots to halberds. This makes her a versatile combatant although she has preference for close-combat. That said, she's not useless without a weapon either. Thanks to Estermead's magically-inclined nature, she learned how to imbue her fists with flames for stronger punches.
  
  AGILE CAT: Nimble, acrobatic, and flexible; she's good at outrunning her enemies which is only improved by her passive buff.
  
  KNOCK OUT!: Harin has a strong dislike for violence and killing. So, she tries her best to avoid resorting to them. Needless to say, she knows where and how to strike her foes in order to incapacitate them.
  
  TRACKING: This girl has been chasing after an exiled prince with a knack for adventures for years, so naturally, she learned how to gather clues and informations from her surroundings.
  
  WILDERNESS SURVIVAL: This is something that she learned from Estermead and travelling from kingdoms to kingdoms while escorting Prince Thomas. However, she only became an expert at it after she met Yxial and he forced her to understand nature deeper. She has vast knowledge over which berries are safe to eat and which aren't along with what animals can be found in an area and whatnot.
  
  BASIC MAGIC: Estermead is a kingdom of spellcasters, so naturally, Harin knows the basics of the arcane. She knows how to conjure basic wards, use magic to light a candle, and other spells that has been taught to the kingdom's soldiers.
  
  ANGELIC FORM: As an Aasimar, Harin can transform into an angelic being once a day. After unleashing her divine energy, her eyes will begin glimmering and two, incorporeal, luminous wings will sprout from her back. She can only maintain this form for about a minute.
  
  HEALING HANDS: Aasimars have the innate ability to heal others with a touch of their hands. Essentially, she has a healing pool that she can use to mend wounds. The more serious the injury, the better it drains her pool. Once her pool has been drained, she will need to rest for at least eight hours to replenish.
  
  LIGHT CANTRIP: Harin can touch an object an that is no larger than 10ft in any dimension and cause it to emit a bright light in a 20ft radius and a dimmer light in an additional 20ft radius. The light is usually golden in color. She can cast in how many times she wants, but she can only explicitly cast it on one object. If she cast it on another, then the previous target will lose its glow. [/div]
  
  [/div][/div]
• [div class=white][div class=scrollbox] [div class=headf]Biography[/div]
  [div class=f2] On a cold and wintery night, an orphanage hall in the outskirts of Estermead received a blessing. An infant was found crying right outside their doorsteps. Its hair was that of gold and its eyes were like emeralds, each shining with an otherworldly glow. It was a female Aasimar, and the hall took her in and celebrated, thanking the divines for blessing the world with another champion of the light.
  
  The orphanage took great care of this child; fed and dressed her well, gave her the right company, and even put her above the other children. But most of all, they taught her how to be good.
  
  She was six when she started having dreams and visions, her angel's whispers of destiny permeating her mind. In her visions, there was a boy. A boy, with light hair and striking eyes, and a golden crown perpetually hovering above his head while he sat on a throne. Sometimes she'd see him doing other things than gazing longingly over his kingdom; pieces of his life, like a movie. But no matter how many times she'd see him, the crown never once perched on his head.
  
  When she told her caretakers about it, they interpreted her destiny for her: she was sent to serve and protect the prince of Estermead! They brought her to the royal capital when she came of age and had her trained to become a royal guard. For years, she honed her combat skills and studied the arcane arts. And finally, the day came when she was assigned to the prince.
  
  Prince Thomas Greyrat Otto Von Putsch
  
  Prince Thomas was everything she could ask for for a liege. He was kind, thoughtful, and most of all, he was good. She was convinced that he was the prince in her dreams and she swore to be by his side no matter what. However, she soon realized that she was wrong. The dreams and visions she have accumulated from her years of existence started weaving together, and it dawned to her that the boy in her dreams was the bastard prince unrighteously driven away from his own home. Disappointed by the king's dishonesty, the girl abandoned the crown prince's side while he was resting in an inn, leaving nothing but a letter of apology and unfulfilled promises.
  
  For years, she travelled all over Andros in search for the exiled prince, facing hardships at every nook and corner with nothing but her precious memories and unyielding faith keeping her strong. The girl would help anyone who needed it during her travels all while keeping herself safe from the agents of evil, something that she learned from spending time with Prince Thomas.
  
  But of course, try as she may, the claws of evil eventually found her. One night, she found herself running away from a band of cultists, seeking to use her for whatever wicked schemes they have. She wounded up in a cave, wandering aimlessly in its deep caverns until she found a corpse and a mask. The mask looked... intricately disturbing, as though it was depicting some sort of otherworldy beast. Desperate, she put it on with a childish plan to roar so loud the cultists would change their minds and run away with their tail between their legs.
  
  Needless to say, the mask turned out to be an Astrian artifact, and she suddenly became the master of Yxial- an Astrian beastmaster. With his help, the girl managed to save herself from the cultists in return of something- a memory that she held dear.
  
  As she continued her travels, more and more people started needing her help and she winded up sacrificing more and more memories until she has forgotten about her past. But despite the frequent wipes, one thing remained constant in her mind: the boy in her dreams.
  
  Currently, the girl calls herself Harin and is still on her quest to find the exiled prince. Though her travels remain unfruitful, she still tries to be a hero, offering her aid to anyone whose intentions fit in her book with little to nothing in return. Her good deeds and masked appearance earned her the title: the Golden Lioness, a symbol of hope for the common people. [/div]
  
  [div class=headf]Sayings[/div]
  [div class=f2] "I believe that there is good in everyone!"
  
  "I don't know if I'll still remember you tomorrow, but if I keep you close to my heart then I'm sure we'll stay connected forever."
  
  "I think that nobody deserves to be alone. Whether you're a mortal, a beast, a plant, or an Astrian, I think you deserve a friend. I'm more than willing to be yours."
  
  "Oh silly, I'm not your master. I'm your friend!"
  
  "I was born for you, my prince. I will always stand by your side!" [/div]
  
  [/div][/div]

[/div] [/div]

Spoiler: CODELESS VERSION

Name
HARIN


Title
The Golden Lioness


Age
26


Gender
Female


Occupation
Former royal guard turned wandering hero


Being
Mortal


Race
Aasimar


Alignment
Lawful Good


Personality

HEROIC - Harin has the heart of a hero- or so many people say. Brave, helpful, righteous, and selfless; she's more than willing to give up her life for the sake of others. She rarely thinks about herself nor does she have any personal goals aside from fulfilling her call.

PASSIONATE - Harin pours more than her hundred percent on everything she does. She isn't one to easily give up especially if there are people relying on her. She's always beaming with hope and firmly believes that as long as she's fighting for what's right, then she'll never lose hope and back down.

CORDIAL - Harin is actually a cheerful gal who laughs at pretty much everything. She's usually bouncing with energy and is not afraid to contaminate everyone with it. The downside of this is that her high spirits can be out of place sometimes. Let's just say she may or may not crack jokes during the harshest of moments.

GUILELESS - It's safe to say that Harin is not the brightest crayon in the box. Thanks to her kind nature, this girl easily believes in people and likes anyone by default (although she's not invulnerable to freaking out because of exterior appearance), so she's very susceptible to lies, deception, and manipulation. She's open to befriending literally anyone, and believes in change and forgiveness.



Likes
Helping, friends, adventures, sweets, and animals



Dislikes
Violence, lies, selfishness, alcohol, and solitude


Facts

MASKED - Thanks to her Aasimar nature, Harin has to conceal her identity most of the time. She normally wears cloaks, robes, and masks to ward off evil cults and other agents of chaos. Ever since she became Yxial's summoner, she started using the mask artifact to conceal her nature.

CALL - Harin believes that her call is to find and protect the exiled prince of Estermead, Marx Aurelius. Her celestial entity relentlessly guides her towards him.


Technique

To finalize the contract, one must don the mask and be one with the spirit of the beast. This requires having to degrade yourself to a beast and let out a fearsome roar. The next step is to smear the summoner's blood across the mask while wearing it. Only then will the contract be complete.

ASTRIAN: Yxial Oshiar


Contracted Power

BEASTBLOOD: The user is given the blood of the beast. This gives the user enhanced prowess in all physical aspects, beyond that of what a mere mortal can achieve without the aid of advanced magic or other beings like himself. The user is also gifted with enhanced senses, much like an animal, as well as the instincts of one. It may not always be accurate, but such instincts allow the user to tell changes in people's behavior such as sudden aggression or defensiveness.


Skills

COMBAT MEISTER: Thanks to her years of training in Estermead, Harin is decent at using all sorts of weaponries from slingshots to halberds. This makes her a versatile combatant although she has preference for close-combat. That said, she's not useless without a weapon either. Thanks to Estermead's magically-inclined nature, she learned how to imbue her fists with flames for stronger punches.

AGILE CAT: Nimble, acrobatic, and flexible; she's good at outrunning her enemies which is only improved by her passive buff.

KNOCK OUT!: Harin has a strong dislike for violence and killing. So, she tries her best to avoid resorting to them. Needless to say, she knows where and how to strike her foes in order to incapacitate them.

TRACKING: This girl has been chasing after an exiled prince with a knack for adventures for years so naturally, she learned how to gather clues and informations from her surroundings.

WILDERNESS SURVIVAL: This is something that she learned from Estermead and travelling from kingdoms to kingdoms while escorting Prince Thomas. However, she only became an expert at it after she met Yxial and he forced her to understand nature deeper. She has vast knowledge over which berries are safe to eat and which aren't along with what animals can be found in an area and whatnot.

BASIC MAGIC: Estermead is a kingdom of spellcasters, so naturally, Harin knows the basics of the arcane. She knows how to conjure basic wards, use magic to light a candle, and other spells that has been taught to the kingdom's soldiers.

ANGELIC FORM: As an Aasimar, Harin can transform into an angelic being once a day. After unleashing her divine energy, her eyes will begin glimmering and two, incorporeal, luminous wings will sprout from her back. She can only maintain this form for about a minute.

HEALING HANDS: Aasimars have the innate ability to heal others with a touch of their hands. Essentially, she has a healing pool that she can use to mend wounds. The more serious the injury, the better it drains her pool. Once her pool has been drained, she will need to rest for at least eight hours to replenish.

LIGHT CANTRIP: Harin can touch an object that is no larger than 10ft in any dimension and cause it to emit a bright light in a 20ft radius and a dimmer light in an additional 20ft radius. The light is usually golden in color. She can cast in how many times she wants, but she can only explicitly cast it on one object. If she cast it on another, then the previous target will lose its glow.



Biography

On a cold and wintery night, an orphanage hall in the outskirts of Estermead received a blessing. An infant was found crying right outside their doorsteps. Its hair was that of gold and its eyes were like emeralds, each shining with an otherworldly glow. It was a female Aasimar, and the hall took her in and celebrated, thanking the divines for blessing the world with another champion of the light.

The orphanage took great care of this child; fed and dressed her well, gave her the right company, and even put her above the other children. But most of all, they taught her how to be good.

She was six when she started having dreams and visions, her angel's whispers of destiny permeating her mind. In her visions, there was a boy. A boy, with light hair and striking eyes, and a golden crown perpetually hovering above his head while he sat on a throne. Sometimes she'd see him doing other things than gazing longingly over his kingdom; pieces of his life, like a movie. But no matter how many times she'd see him, the crown never once perched on his head.

When she told her caretakers about it, they interpreted her destiny for her: she was sent to serve and protect the prince of Estermead! They brought her to the royal capital when she came of age and had her trained to become a royal guard. For years, she honed her combat skills and studied the arcane arts. And finally, the day came when she was assigned to the prince.

Prince Thomas Greyrat Otto Von Putsch

Prince Thomas was everything she could ask for for a liege. He was kind, thoughtful, and most of all, he was good. She was convinced that he was the prince in her dreams and she swore to be by his side no matter what. However, she soon realized that she was wrong. The dreams and visions she have accumulated from her years of existence started weaving together, and it dawned to her that the boy in her dreams was the bastard prince unrighteously driven away from his own home. Disappointed by the king's dishonesty, the girl abandoned the crown prince's side while he was resting in an inn, leaving nothing but a letter of apology and unfulfilled promises.

For years, she travelled all over Andros in search for the exiled prince, facing hardships at every nook and corner with nothing but her precious memories and unyielding faith keeping her strong. The girl would help anyone who needed it during her travels all while keeping herself safe from the agents of evil, something that she learned from spending time with Prince Thomas.

But of course, try as she may, the claws of evil eventually found her. One night, she found herself running away from a band of cultists, seeking to use her for whatever wicked schemes they have. She wounded up in a cave, wandering aimlessly in its deep caverns until she found a corpse and a mask. The mask looked... intricately disturbing, as though it was depicting some sort of otherworldy beast. Desperate, she put it on with a childish plan to roar so loud the cultists would change their minds and run away with their tails between their legs.

Needless to say, the mask turned out to be an Astrian artifact, and she suddenly became the master of Yxial- an Astrian beastmaster. With his help, the girl managed to save herself from the cultists in return of something- a memory that she held dear.

As she continued her travels, more and more people started needing her help and she winded up sacrificing more and more memories until she has forgotten about her past. But despite the frequent wipes, one thing remained constant in her mind: the boy in her dreams.

Currently, the girl calls herself Harin and is still on her quest to find the exiled prince. Though her travels remain unfruitful, she still tries to be a hero, offering her aid to anyone whose intentions fit in her book with little to nothing in return. Her good deeds and masked appearance earned her the title: the Golden Lioness, a symbol of hope for the common people.


Sayings

"I believe that there is good in everyone!"

"I don't know if I'll still remember you tomorrow, but if I keep you close to my heart then I'm sure we'll stay connected forever."

"I think that nobody deserves to be alone. Whether you're a mortal, a beast, a plant, or an Astrian, I think you deserve a friend. I'm more than willing to be yours."

"Oh silly, I'm not your master. I'm your friend!"

"I was born for you, my prince. I will always stand by your side!"

 

[WeirdPrincess]

Kolania Arebeth Greran
The Elf

• Basic Info
• Personal Info
• Abilities & Powers
• Bio, Personality, Etc.

• 
  
  Nickname(s) -
  Kola, Lani or Arebeth
  
  Age -
  368
  
  Gender -
  Female
  
  Being -
  Mortal/High Elf
  
  Sexual Orientation -
  Bisexual
  
  Morality -
  Neutral Good
  
  Height -
  5'3"
  
  Weight -
  122 lbs
  
  Hair Colour -
  Blonde/Almost white
  
  Eye Colour -
  Bright Blue
  
  Complexion -
  Fair
  
  
  
• 
  Residency -
  Carriage or Potions shop in Estermead
  
  Occupation -
  -Potions Master
  
  Likes -
  -Nature
  -Animals
  -Jewelry & Gems
  -Books & Reading
  -Plants & Flowers
  -Wine
  -Humans
  
  Dislikes -
  -Beer
  -Thieves
  -Bitter things
  -Pirates
  -Cold weather
  -Messing up potions
  
  Relationship Status -
  Single
  
  
  
  
• 
  Intermediate Alchemist:
  Because Kolania has read a lot of books, both normal and magical books, she knows how to make a few amount of basic potions that help with various different things.
  Intermediate Botanist:
  Kolania is fascinated by all different kinds of plants and flowers, so she's quite studious on the plants that she knows about. If there's one she hasn't seen yet or doesn't know about, she tries to learn as much as she can about it to see if she can use it in any of her potions.
  Knowledgeable:
  Having been around for awhile and being intrigued by others cultures, Kolania has set it upon herself to learn everything there is about others. Of course, she knows more about Elves than anything but she does know quite a bit of info on the other races. Right now in particular, she's very curious about humans.
  Spell caster:
  Kolania knows very basic spells that usually aid her in potion making and acquiring items for potions, all contained inside a book. The book is almost always strapped on to her hip and never leaves her side.
  Swordsmanship:
  She picked up how to use a sword when she was around a century old, so she's very skilled at using one. It's usually kept on her back or her carriage.
  
  
• 
  Personality -
  With soft looking features and only standing at the height of 5'2, one would think that Kolania would be rather shy, possibly unassertive at most. Though she is the exact opposite of that. Outspoken and adventurous, Kolania won't hesitate to tell someone off for doing something wrong if she sees it though in the nicest way possible. Unfortunately that doesn't always work in her favor and has gotten on the bad side of a few people, mainly pirates. Her experience with them hasn't been the greatest so she tries to avoid them at all costs. Considering she doesn't stay in one place for too long, she doesn't run into them too often. Luckily with most of the other people she's come across, she's a nice and sweet individual who tries to help out where she can. And by helping, she really means just selling her potions. Kolania uses her kindness to her advantage to be able to decently sell her potions. When she's not doing that, she's wandering around the world to research rare of uncommon plants that she comes across. She's curious about what things they can do to potions and while some that she has come across has been useless, there are a good chunk that she's been able to use. The potions that require something from a creature are much harder to make and she sometimes struggles getting what she needs from them, but since she's unyielding in doing so.
  
  Bio -
  Kolania doesn't remember much of her early life, only the fact that she was taught to use magic and yield a sword by both of her parents. Once she was old enough to venture off on her own, that was what she did. So when she was a century old, she packed up her bags, she bid both of her parents a farewell and promised to visit whenever she could. They never really left the elven territory and while they were perfectly fine with staying within their own safe place because it had everything they needed, Kolania was not. She liked it there and she was more than comfortable there, but there was more to life than just staying in one place for too long. She wanted to go out into the world and see everything that it had to give, see the different kinds of people their was. She was fascinated by other beings and their cultures, wanting to know more about them. Unfortunately for her, there wasn't anything she could carry her stuff in so she walked everywhere on foot. It was interesting to say the least, especially when she came across humans and their pirates. The human were more than fine, she had no quarrel with them. Especially since one of them taught her how to make potions. She never learned while living with her parents, much because they never found the need for potions because of their use of magic. The guy was on the older side, maybe 40's or 50's. He was really nice, offering his knowledge in exchange for taking over his business. He was a single old male who didn't have any sort of children to pass on his business too and didn't want it dying out with him. It was the least Kolania could do, plus it would give her the opportunity she needed to traverse amongst the world. So she took the man up on his offer, learning everything she knows from him and his copious amount of books that resided in his shop. It was where her love of reading came to be.
  
  It was unfortunate when the old man passed, dying at the age of 75 when Kolania was closer to being two centuries old. Though as promised, Kolania took over his potion shop and continued on with his business. Everything was going on fine and dandy, up until she got kidnapped by some pirates so they could have potion of water breathing to look for treasure under the sea. She had the basic stuff she needed to make them, but not all the ingredients. They were harder to come by than most and never lasted that long. She wasn't allowed to leave the ship either to go look for them as they didn't trust her to not run away, so other crew members of the ship went to go achieve the pieces themselves. It definitely wasn't easy and the majority of them ended up dead because they had no idea what they were doing. So by the time Kolania actually got off the ship, most of the crew members were dead. After that encounter with pirates, she didn't really trust the other ones she came across and was always cautious around them. Sure, she still sells them potions because business is business but if they offer her any kinda of transportation, she politely declines. Kolania usually takes her carriage if she goes anywhere, as it's the safest possible way for her.
  
  Nowadays, one can still find Kolania either traveling around Andros in her carriage or sometimes in her shop that resides in Estermead. More often than not, she'll usually going to be traversing around Andros and make stops at different kingdoms or cities for certain items, or to sell things.
  
  Theme -
  
  
  Anything Else -
  
  
  
  

 

[AI10100]

"As long as you can keep it interesting, I'm willing to go along." Yxial

​

Basic

Name: Yxial Oshiar

Nicknames: Lord of the Beasts

Gender: Male

Age: "No one bothers to keep count."

Occupation: Astrian Servant | Guardian of the Woods

Being: Astrian | Appears human in mortal form | Archfey

Alignment: True Neutral [Wherever the hell his master falls]

Physiological/Psychological

Appearance:

Mortal Form - 6'4 ft

True Form - 8'2 ft

Spoiler: Form

Personality: Yxial tries to find amusement in everyday circumstances. A life that is boring is not a life worth living - and quite unfortunately, he has quite a long life to live. He would do nearly anything to find a little bit of joy in a bleak life. Once upon a time, he had found such enjoyment with beasts. Taming them and taking care of them had been his favorite past time. Though fights are a much rarer and less ideal source of entertainment, he's been in quite a few with his fellow Astrians. However, his travels has also led him to befriend certain Astrians - seeing as his neutral behavior tends to hammer down flames of aggression.

There is not much ambition that can be found in Yxial. He does not have a driving force, and perhaps this is why he is enticing to anyone in search of an Astrian servant. He is willing to go along whatever a mortal wants so long as they manage to keep things interesting. Of course, he isn't below tricking his mortal every now and then for the mere reason of more amusement. He is a rather curious individual and would question a lot of things - from one's intention to a random piece of object. It can be akin to an animal of the wilds being introduced to anything human made.

Likes/Dislikes:
+ Animals of any kind
+ Nature
+ Mortals with Goals
+ Primal Desire

- Boredom
- Disrespect
- Destruction of nature
- Loud sounds
- Strong scents

Saying(s):
"In the end, we all descend to our most primal instincts. Why deny it?"

"An eye for an eye, a life for a life. Is it not a fair exchange?"

"Nature always strikes back. It does not need us to survive - and it will thrive with or without you. So be careful what you do with it."

Backstory

Biography:
Yxial was made by a fragment of the God of Nature - one of the guardians of nature. He oversaw the beasts that roam the land, giving them life and power and meaning. He roamed the lands with no aim - simply to be one with his home. However, soon he found the Astrian Ayen who wielded such incredible power and who created the home he has grown to love. Yxial became his right hand man and he loyally served under Ayen and joined with the small group of Astrians who saw things the same way they did. Ayen took them to many places, to see and find what they could. But the first mortal race had halted their travels as Ayen raged against them - tearing them asunder until none remained.

Born from Ayen's blood came these beings he called the Elves. Yxial could barely comprehend it but Ayen wanted to stay. He wanted to personally oversee his creation. Yxial could not bear to stay in one area for so long so he made a deal with Ayen: He would travel by himself but would always return. One call from Ayen and he will make haste. With that, Yxial left his master to continue his duty to the land.

Concerned only with the beings that are housed in the forests and jungles, beasts who suffer from the advance of other Astrians into lands they should not claim, Yxial kept to himself for the most part. Yxial doesn't concern himself with the political affairs of his brethren. There are ways to convince Yxial to push his territory back - the growth of lesser races often called upon the need for it. Negotiations are taken in place and as long as it is reasonable, Yxial is often easy to persuade. He even allows the hunt of his own beasts within his land for survival. However, once they have overstepped their boundaries, it is assured that Yxial will claim a life for a life.

His borders grew more and more relaxed as time passed by - hunts becoming more frequent. The excitement had long since faded from his blood and with these new targets, he could reinvigorate it for a short amount of time. This has led to clashes with other Astrians who encroached into his territory. It was ever expansive as with each passing war between two different Astrians, they leave desolate places for them to occupy and take over. As the great war was waged between all the Astrians, Yxial was not exempt from this war. Many have come to his territory and while he did have a home advantage, Yxial didn't stand a chance against a large number. With a fatal injury, he had retreated to his home and poured his essence into his beloved mask.

Yxial had awakened before - his old master was weaker. Without a strong bond to his own morality, his continuous usage of Yxial had drove him to the edge of madness. The man turned primal, escaping into the wilderness with the mask and Yxial observed the detrimental effects. With little to no memory left and his emotions defeated by instinct, the madman stayed in the forest awaiting his victims. In a battle with another user, his master had perished - forcing Yxial back into his mask in an old forgotten cave. He was awakened by an Aasimar being chased by a band of people he later learned was a cult. In desperation, the woman had donned the mask, made the contract and sacrificed her memory of her prince to get out.

This was four years ago and Yxial had been dragged around by Harin, his new master.

Abilities

Astrian Abilities/Powers:

Beastial Spirit - Essentially embodying every beast that roams the planet, Yxial possesses the combined physical prowess of each of them, making him a fearsome opponent physically. He is essentially a beast trapped in humanoid form. His senses are sharpened to aid him in his hunt. This also makes him highly aggressive when ordered into a fight, primal instincts and experience both coming into play.

All natural beasts are drawn to him as their master, rendering them incapable of outright attacking him unless Yxial shows aggression to them. He can freely communicate and control these beasts to his whim.

His is attuned to beasts and nature, allowing him to traverse natural landscapes without much trouble. While he does not instantly know the topography of said landscape, Yxial has an easier time studying nature paths.

Conjuration Magic - Yxial can call upon the beings of his domain - beasts, or monsters if you will. His beasts are mostly land and air-based. These beasts are made of pure magic which makes them more durable than their physical counterparts. With Yxial's magic sustaining them, they're also magic resistant. He is also able to conjure inanimate objects such as weaponry and shields.​

Contracted power:

Beastblood: The summoner is given the blood of the beast. This gives the summoner enhanced prowess in all physical aspects, beyond that of what a mere mortal can achieve without the aid of advanced magic or other beings like himself. The summoner is also gifted with enhanced senses, much like an animal, as well as the instincts of one. It may not always be accurate, but such instincts allow the summoner to tell changes in people's behavior such as sudden aggression or defensiveness.
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Tier 1:

Complete Shift​

- The user is able to completely shift into the beast of their choice and gain the physical abilities that comes with the beast. They can also partially shift their form. This effect lasts for three hours before the user is forced to shift back to their original form. Furthermore, the beast they shift into must be a beast they have been in the vicinity before.

Conjuration - The user is able to conjure inanimate objects as well as beasts at the user's beck and call. Each time the user conjures, they must do the sacrifice. The user is only able to conjure an item or beast that they have seen before.

Beast Tongue - The user is able to understand any language used by the beasts. Communication becomes possible with these beasts.
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Tier 2:

Amalgamation​

- The user is able to shift into multiple animals at once. The user is able to access all the physical capabilities of each beast that they've incorporated into their being. The user can stay in this form for an hour before they turn back into their original form.

Subjugate - The user chooses a victim and intimidates them into paralysis for two minutes. They are then inflicted with Fear, which makes them avoid the user for ten minutes.

Primal Survival - The user is able to turn someone else into what is essentially a terrified beast. The victim falls into aggression and would momentarily forget who is friend from foe. This would force the victim to either attack anyone in their vicinity or run away for their survival. This effect lasts for twenty minutes.
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Tier 3:

Call of the Wild​

- The user is able to call upon a horde of beast spirits to stampede that they can freely control, kicking up dust and creating as much noise as possible. The stampede itself can elongate for as long as twenty feet in overall length. This effect can last for as long as thirty minutes or until it is dispelled.

Obey your Master - The user forces their will upon their victim, forcing them to do the user's commands for five minutes.

Master of the Forest - The user is able to create a forest in a sixty feet cube area. It changes the entire terrain of the area with only the user and Yxial knowing the terrain fully, giving them an advantage. Various predators roam this forest that are friendly to the user and their group. This only lasts for ten minutes.
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Tier 4:

Call of the Hunt​

- Activating this calls upon Yxial's Hunt. Everyone that the user chooses becomes part of the Hunt. Every player is teelported to a plane of an endless forest that is akin to Yxial's territory from before. Those that the user deems as Allies become Hunters and those that are Enemies become the Prey. Hunters have their physical abilities doubled and their senses are sharpened to be able to spot their Prey. The Prey must survive in this plane for thirty minutes or be able to find four exit points within the plane. These exit points differ per Call, but they all have his mark adorning each area. It often takes the form of a cave.

Vernius, the Golden Dragon - Vernius is a grand beast who once roamed the mortal plane, causing havoc wherever and whenever he pleased. The legends of this Golden Dragon is known throughout the plane but it is known that one day, he simply vanished. Caught by Yxial, Vernius is bound to the Astrian as a final weapon. Vernius's power is destructive. A fearsome opponent, he can overwhelm an army of soldiers. Vernius is great for offense and sieges but can be used as a distraction as well.

He can be absorbed by the summoner to gain supernatural prowess - enhancing their physical prowess and abilities tenfold. The user becomes clad in golden armor with the extra abilities of flight and fire breath. The summoner can only wear Vernius for a maximum of twenty minutes. Otherwise, he can be ordered to be absorbed by Yxial wherein he can access his true form and be able to call upon mythical beast upon mythical beast to aid him in his Hunt. Yxial can only stay in this form for twenty minutes before turning back into a mortal.​

SACRIFICE

Tier 1:

The user must injure themselves in a minor way. A simple cut may suffice.​

Tier 2:

The user must injure themselves. This requires at the very least a stab or a deeper cut.​

Tier 3:

The summoner must sacrifice their emotions - all of it - to Yxial for ten minutes. This forces the summoner to only think logically. But all these emotions come crashing back into the user once the time is up.​

Tier 4:

The summoner must sacrifice a large part of their memories. This memory must be something that they hold important to themselves - whether it be the memories that is connected to their life's goal or a person that they cherish the most. This memory will be irretrievable by any means.​

Astrian Information

Technique: To finalize the contract, one must don the mask and be one with the spirit of the beast. This requires having to degrade yourself to a beast and let out a fearsome roar. The next step is to smear the summoner's blood across the mask while wearing it. Only then will the contract be complete.

Relics:

Spoiler: Mask of the Beast

This is the mask where he has stored his being. The mask itself is made of a unique wood - the tree which it has been taken from is extinct, or has been believed to be extinct, for centuries. Yxial had personally made this mask and made it so that it was indestructible. The mask fits itself onto the form of the person who puts it on. Despite the material used, once put on, it would feel like it's practically part of your body.

Contract Symbol:

Spoiler: Mark

Astrian Item Appearance:

Spoiler: Whip

The whip itself can extend to up to ten meters and, with enough expertise, can wrap around a specific target. It can be then forced to restrict around the captured person. Getting out of the capture requires either great physical or magical strength. The whip retracts back to its shorter length once recalled.

 

[Colorless Spectrum]

» Basic Information;
Name: Yuann Tefezht

Gender: Female

Age: 74 (29)

Occupation: Mercenary

Being: Mortal

Race: Half-Ef

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Height: 5'11ft

Weight: 61kg

» Personality;
Adaptable;
Brilliant;
Decisive;
Reserved;
Social;
Complex;
Impersonal;
Unreflective;
Impulsive;
Arrogant;
Greedy;

Likes/Dislikes:
+ Money; Treasure; Food; Blades; Crafting; Good Deals
- Double-crossing her; Lies; Cowards; Stupidity; Bad Deals

» Abilities;
Close Quarter Combat Proficiency: Trained as a soldier, Yuann has always preferred her blades and her fist than the use of long-range weaponry. She’s very skilled with it, she mainly uses two daggers as her weapon but she does have a long sword and throwing knives.

Hunting: An important skill for when she travels through the forests in search of her next meal or when she’s asked to hunt a certain creature.

Crafting: Yuann learned a few crafting skills to pass time, and that the things she craft would be very useful during hunting, making traps, fighting, making explosives, or when she has no money and wants some alcohol, brewing her own alcohol.

Some Knowledge on Magic: She learned a bit of magic to help her out in situations that would call for it, as she is traveling by herself and partakes in dangerous jobs at times and all. She can conjure a flaming sword for when she has no weapon with her, healing magic in the case of being injured, and a few more offensive magic in her arsenal, nothing too advanced.

Playing the Mandolin: She likes a bit of music, it is her past time in the Amaranth household. She used to play the mandolin for her mother.

Horse Riding: Her mother often brings her horse riding, she also thought Yuann how to ride them.

» Biography;
Yuann never fit in the mortal world. Being a half elf and all, people always looked at her differently except for her mother and her younger brother. Since the day she met her stepfather he had been nothing but disgusted by her presence. He made sure to remind her about every single day that she lived in the Amaranth household. This had a negative effect on her life, living as a pariah. The younger brother who once adored her turned into a man just like his father.

She watched him descend into corruption while their mother died. She felt alone and betrayed, spinning lies that made her more of an outcast that she already was, she had no one. Until someone came into their family. Tytiana, her brother's wife. She was a warmth in the cold land of the Amaranth household. Treated her like a person and was so very earnest to her that she couldn’t help but be in awe. Other than her mother, nobody has treated her the way Tytiana did.

Her brother would often threaten his wife, doing things no husband should do. Yuann told her to run away but she wouldn’t, that she had to stay for her family’s business to hold. It was then in that tragic night that she killed her brother as he was about to kill the only person she knew who was good to her. Killing her brother brought a guilt that ate her away. The two left a burning house with the Amaranth fortune, leaving no trace behind and after a while together Tytiana had shown her true colors.

It took her a while to fully piece it together, the fact that she was made a fool once again gave her a blinding rage that led her to kill her companion. A dagger straight to the heart. After that she promised herself to never trust anyone again, wandering alone for years upon years living the life of a mercenary.

She learned how to fight by joining the Military in her early thirties and left by her late forties, she decided to live as someone for hire, traveling from kingdom to kingdom and learn. She learned magic as a trade for collecting supplies, just a few that would help her out in tricky situations nothing more. She’ll take on any job so long as it is not a job where she would kill someone or the things that harlots do.

» Sayings;

"I’ll help for the right price."

"I'm not really interested in your story, just tell me what you want me to do so we can be done with it."

“Ah, can’t do anything for him now can I?”

“I’ve always been a fool.”

“DON’T YOU GET IT?! I KILLED MY BROTHER FOR YOU, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'VE DONE?"

» Astrian's Gift;
They are "The Midnight's Dance", a couple of ornate daggers. The one looks intricateyly ornate and pretty, and deals tremendously increased damage to shields. The other is engraved in runes and constantly splattered with blood, and inflicts the same debuff as the staff. When thrown, these daggers teleport back to its owner's hand when summoned.

 

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Appearance: Rahvey is slender but incredibly muscular in build, with little in the ways of cleavage but much in the ways of muscle. She stands at about 5'8, but frequently wears heels to make herself look taller.Personality: Rahvey is a shrewd, cunning woman with a knack for political intrigue and getting what she wants, a skill that makes her a desirable ally. She's skilled at striking bargains and making compromises, but if someone takes advantage of her or her kingdom, there will be utter hell to pay. She is ambitious, intelligent and even somewhat cruel, occasionally taking out her cold anger on subjects. While she is arrogant, she greatly values the well-being of her kingdom and its people, and she does not take out her wrath on anyone who has yet to wrong her. Rahvey enjoys every sort of fight, physical, mental, or diplomatic. She is also inclined to the finer things in life (having never experienced them in her early years of adulthood), such as fine wine, furs, and debauchery. Rahvey has a serious thing for languages, and loves to learn them (on top of her native language, she speaks Elvish, Dwarvish, and Orcish), both for fun and for use in diplomatic affairs. As a court noble, she is inclined to cordiality and is a master of discreetness, putting on a mask of total loyalty to her king and a tight leash on her emotions (tighter than usual - Rahvey typically appears emotionless to begin with). She takes great pride in the accomplishments of her nation, and is proud to be a Rudorian. Despite this appearance of complete and utter loyalty, Rahvey sees King Alistair as unambitious and unyielding to progress. This progress, to Rahvey, is conquering the other kingdoms, and Rahvey seems totally convinced that it's her who needs to make this progress and take the throne. At the moment, she believes her gateway to the throne is a combination of her keen planning and something else... a powerful Astrian. // Likes/Dislikes: + planning, dueling, furs, gold, silk, wine, organization, power, going to war // - defiance, obstacles, filth, ignorance, sweet food, oatmeal // Technique: Unknown (has no Astrian... yet). // Skills/Abilities: As a Rudorian, Rahvey is a respectable soldier as well as a noble, and is arguably better with the sword than many knights in the court. She is a keen planner and isn't afraid to fight or play dirty in any way, shape, or form, though to her a deal is a deal. She speaks multiple languages, and is a master manipulator. // Biography: Though born to a family of nobles, Rahvey was raised in a Spartan manner. Quite literally, in fact. By the age of seven, Rahvey was sent to a military training camp in the wilderness of Rudoras. She was allowed rudimentary clothing, but no shoes or hair longer than a fingernail, and was taught to relish pain and hardship. Courage and self-sacrifice were taught as great virtues, though Rahvey could never quite grasp the former of the two. She was trained in boxing, swimming, wrestling, axe-throwing, javelin-throwing and spear wielding, and wilderness survival. Strict etiquette and obedience were required to avoid a beating. Any action even hinting at slander of Rudoras resulted in a beating, breeding nationalism. At age eighteen, the school only allowed students to feed themselves by hunting or stealing - being caught stealing resulted in a flogging, and if you couldn't hunt anything you went hungry. At age twenty she passed a series of rigorous physical tests and served in the Rudorian military for five years. Finally, at age twenty five, she was allowed to return home and assume her noble status, and within two years took her father's stead in the court. // Saying(s):. "Eat the weak." "It's nothing personal... just survival of the fittest at its finest."

age: 30 // sexuality: bisexual // gender: female

Spoiler: Rahvey's Armor

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Name: Rahvey Khiral Gender: Female // Age: 35 // Occupation: Rudorian Noblewoman // Being: Mortal // Race: Human // Alignment: Lawful Evil
Personality: Rahvey is a shrewd, cunning woman with a knack for political intrigue and getting what she wants, a skill that makes her a desirable ally. She's skilled at striking bargains and making compromises, but if someone takes advantage of her or her kingdom, there will be utter hell to pay. She is ambitious, intelligent and even somewhat cruel, occasionally taking out her cold anger on subjects. While she is arrogant, she greatly values the well-being of her kingdom and its people, and she does not take out her wrath on anyone who has yet to wrong her. Rahvey enjoys every sort of fight, physical, mental, or diplomatic. She is also inclined to the finer things in life (having never experienced them in her early years of adulthood), such as fine wine, furs, and debauchery. Rahvey has a serious thing for languages, and loves to learn them (on top of her native language, she speaks Elvish, Dwarvish, and Orcish), both for fun and for use in diplomatic affairs. As a court noble, she is inclined to cordiality and is a master of discreetness, putting on a mask of total loyalty to her king and a tight leash on her emotions (tighter than usual - Rahvey typically appears emotionless to begin with). She takes great pride in the accomplishments of her nation, and is proud to be a Rudorian. Despite this appearance of complete and utter loyalty, Rahvey sees him as unambitious and unyielding to progress. This progress, to Rahvey, is conquering the other kingdoms, and Rahvey seems totally convinced that it's her who needs to make this progress and take the throne. At the moment, she believes her gateway to the throne is a combination of her keen planning and something else... a powerful Astrian. // Likes/Dislikes: + planning, dueling, furs, gold, silk, wine, organization, power, going to war // - defiance, obstacles, filth, ignorance, sweet food, oatmeal // Technique: Unknown (has no Astrian... yet). // Skills/Abilities: As a Rudorian, Rahvey is a respectable soldier as well as a noble, and is arguably better with the sword than many knights in the court. She is a keen planner and isn't afraid to fight or play dirty in any way, shape, or form, though to her a deal is a deal. She speaks multiple languages, and is a master manipulator. // Biography: Though born to a family of nobles, Rahvey was raised in a Spartan manner. Quite literally, in fact. By the age of seven, Rahvey was sent to a military training camp in the wilderness of Rudoras. She was allowed rudimentary clothing, but no shoes or hair longer than a fingernail, and was taught to relish pain and hardship. Courage and self-sacrifice were taught as great virtues, though Rahvey could never quite grasp the former of the two. She was trained in boxing, swimming, wrestling, axe-throwing, javelin-throwing and spear wielding, and wilderness survival. Strict etiquette and obedience were required to avoid a beating. Any action even hinting at slander of Rudoras resulted in a beating, breeding nationalism. At age eighteen, the school only allowed students to feed themselves by hunting or stealing - being caught stealing resulted in a flogging, and if you couldn't hunt anything you went hungry. At age twenty she passed a series of rigorous physical tests and served in the Rudorian military for five years. Finally, at age twenty five, she was allowed to return home and assume her noble status, and within two years took her father's stead in the court. // Saying(s):. "Eat the weak." "It's nothing personal... just survival of the fittest at its finest."

Spoiler: Rahvey's Armor

 

[Diphylleia grayi]

Basic

Name:
Neferet

Aliases/Titles/Nicknames:
Child of Night/Sin, Demon of Misfortune, Devourer of dreams.

Age:
Unknown, too old to remember (besides, it's rude to ask a lady of her age)

Being:
Astrian

Race:
Incubus

Alignment:
chaotic Evil

Appearance:
Astrian form

Spoiler

Personality:
A frivolous child with a fondness for trouble, stirring up chaos wherever he goes, never allowing a quiet moment. As shameless as he is proud, he has no qualms about committing heinous acts nor boasting about them and seems to take great joy in being an annoyance. Call him vain and he will with a whip of his hair say of course, call him heartless and he will laugh and throw you a kiss, call him a man-eating demon and he will cheer and say "only the good-looking ones!".

Does this man have no redeeming qualities..?

Likes/Dislikes:
+Jewellery, +Exquisite and rare antiques, +Naps (beauty sleep is important), +Robbing others of their happiness, +Being complimented, +Seducing mortals, +Control
-His astrian form, -Other astrians, -Getting dirty, -Savage people, -Being ignored, -Goody two-shoes

Technique:
To offer up body and mind completely for Neferet to access by binding their red threads of fate together; allowing him to sense, feel and read exactly what his master is experiencing and also, to kill them at the snap of his fingers if he so wishes. A technique ironically reminiscent of his own birth.

Skills/Abilities:
antique expert (you can be damned that if you bring him an antique he'll know where it's from), expert jewelry appraiser, natural fashionista

History

♡
Neferet is a child of the night, raised in the fissures of comfort and need and shaped by the dwindling light of the stars. He has seen, tasted and committed more than most and the extent of his experience has settled in the crevices of countless scars and the corners of a fraudulent smile. Born from the goddess of lust, betrayal and jealousy, he emerged from the shapeless cosmos with a single purpose; to entertain his goddess. And so he did, clinging to her much like a child, desperate for her affection and attention. However, fickle to default the goddess would soon tire of her creation and discard him in the heaven's hole; a dimensional realm of which only she had authority over.

There in the cesspool of sin, he would fester for many centuries as he watched and welcomed sibling after sibling, all discarded by their mother. As they were dependant on her energy to retain consciousness many of his brethren withered to become empty husks of their former selves, himself desperately struggling to stay alive by conserving the output through restricting his existence to a shapeless chunk. Nevertheless, his thoughts would still slip from his mind, like sand through fingers, and at the brink of death, he dragged himself to cradle one of the many corpses in a futile attempt to replicate the love he had once felt. As Neferet stilled, something miraculous would take place as the corpse in his arms merged with his own; embers fanning the extinguished flame to life anew.

He had found a new way to live on.

And so, as his dependency switched to another Neferet consumed all of his brethren all in the name of survival, giving the goddess quite a shock the next time she opened the dimension as a monstrous blob would dash out from the dark and flee to the mortal world. While alive he had yet to master his newfound powers and was tormented by the lingering thoughts of those he had consumed. Vain as he was, Neferet immediately hid away once he reached the mortal world; disgusted by his appearance. However, as he still had to consume the feelings of others he would still be forced out once in a while to lure adventurers etc to come close enough for his legless body to capture them.

Rumours would inevitably soon come to spread of a horrible man-eating creature and when the encroaching war reached his lair he was subsequently wiped out.

Quotes
"I'm too pretty to be messed with."
"Once someone asked me if I ever think before I speak and yeah, I do. I think ‘wow, that’s brilliant. I should say that out loud’ and then I say it out loud and it’s spectacular. It exceeds my expectations."

Abilities

Astrian Abilities/Powers:
Shapeshift
Makes it possible for the user to change their physical appearance.

Persuasion
The ability to compel people into doing their bidding with words.

Contracted power:
Succubus/Incubus physiology: grants user the ability to feed and sustain off the emotions of others as well as dream walk.

Tier 1:
-Pheromone production
Enables the user to emit pheromones with different behavioural effects such as putting the enemy to sleep, make them experience deep fear and or sexual desire to distract them.

Tier 2:
- Organ rearrangement
Grants user the capability to relocate major organs to avoid fatal wounds.

-Antibody manipulation
User can generate, enhance and manipulate antibodies of oneself to detect and destroy viruses and bacteria, allowing them to speed up by enhancing them or slow down their recovery from a sickness.

Tier 3:
- Reactive evolution
User can instantly develop powers or abilities through experience to deal with threats. Examples include growing gills which grants aquatic breathing and toughening skin to withstand fire.

-Life absorption
User can absorb the essence of nature/life itself and convert it to enhance their capabilities in various ways such as accelerating regeneration and enhancing speed/strength.

Tier 4:
- Adaptive power level
The user can spontaneously and quickly increase their power level to match those of superior opponents and overcome excessive hardships. This adaptation applies to all personal parameters, physical, mental and even existential.

Raw power, speed and fighting skills will keep increasing until the opposition finds itself severely outmatched, surviving and recovering from incredible punishments until they become unnoticeable. When facing some particularly extreme circumstances, the user will eventually reach a breaking point, their power-level exploding as they shed into a new, super-powerful form. The acceleration curve is fairly slow in the beginning, becoming steeper and steeper as the battle goes on.

Sacrifice:
Tiers 1-2 requires the user to offer up a body part for Neferet to bite.
Tier 3 requires the user to offer up their flesh for Neferet's siblings to possess with each round of usage. The flesh will, upon being possessed, deform with the appearance of dark bumps that will then develop into human-like faces; leaving the user disfigured.
Tier 4 requires the user to give up their humanity, what this entails has yet to be discovered.

Contract Symbol:

Spoiler

Astrian Item Appearance:

Spoiler

"Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the most fake one out of them all?" A mirror which shows the true intentions of people.

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