Fantasy Awakening of Gods (CS)

[GummyWorm]

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[GummyWorm]

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  Name: Cyla
  
  Race: Forest Spirit
  
  Age: ?
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Personality: Cyla, at times, seems an older woman trapped in a child's body, but she refuses to divest her real age so it's impossible to say what the truth is. Some have described her as being very 'chihuahua-like'. On a completely unrelated note, she is quick to anger and annoy, but her diminutive size makes it difficult for anyone to take her seriously. She's always cooking up some kind of scheme (usually of the get-rich-quick variety), and, in her own words, 'some sorry son of a bitch always manages to get in the way.'
  
  Bio: Cyla is a merchant by trade, but she doesn't peddle to the common man. No, her eyes are reserved only for the most lucrative backroom deals; real estate, slavery, drugs, anything that brings home the money is free game. It's unclear what she needs all of this money for, but that's just another bullet in her long list of secrets. Otherwise, she's a pretty well recognized adventurer in certain places around the northwest, mostly near the mountain chains that divide Lycrea Kingdom and the ocean. Her reputation there is... complicated, but it's a long ways a way, so she's gotten more comfortable with lowering her hood nowadays. Though, she's gotten the sinking feeling every now and again that someone, or something, may be on her trail...
  
• [ Magic ] Basic Geomancy: Cyla is capable of manipulating elements attuned to her environment. Conjuring flames in desert regions, ice on cold mountain trails, and earth in... most places, really. She's not an expert user by any means, but she's skilled enough to hold her own more than one would expect.
  
  [ Skill ] Appraisal: Cyla claims she can determine the approximate value of something just by looking at it for a minute. She's usually right.
  
  [ Skill ] Mobile: While not very strong, she's quick on her feet and can climb things better than most people. Often the one that gets sent in to investigate small spaces, and is probably the reason why she's begun to develop symptoms of claustrophobia.
  
• [ Gear ] 'Spear': Doubles as a walking stick, since it literally just is one. Sharpened at the end after several minutes of carving. This is the tool she loses the most frequently during exploration, so she's opted for cheap, hand-made alternatives instead.
  
  [ Gear ] Hatchet: Looks heavy for her size, but she wields it well. A little too well, maybe.
  
  [ Gear ] Carving Knife: Mostly for passing the time, the blade isn't very sturdy so it's not good for much besides shaving bark.
  
  [ Bag ] Magic Compass: Probably the most expensive thing she owns. She gets lost maybe 20% less with this thing handy.
  
  [ Bag ] Stationery: Lots of blank parchments, ink, charcoal, and writing utensils.
  
  [ Bag ] Rope: Not a lot of good memories attached to this thing to be frank, but the one she owns feels pretty indestructible so she's held onto it.
  
  [ Bag ] Tinder: Fire good.
  
  

 

[argotNaut]

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  Name: Kyrmalta, also Myomyo
  
  Race: Human (?)
  
  Age: 26 (allegedly)
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Personality: If there’s a way to radiate dignity in the very way you breath, Kyrmalta might’ve discovered it accidentally, for his very person is dignity incarnate. It’s so natural for him to uphold his merit that he considers it a must. That is the way he is, which is why he manages to be quite friendly without damaging said dignity. In his mind, to be kind is not a sign of weakness, but an epitome of higher self. When one understands that, true intentions and true emotions of others become clearer to him, as he's not clouded with his own worries. His kind nature isn't artificial, but it is quite restrained, as his main principle is that of balancing earthly worries with heavenly nonchalance.
  All that aside, Myomyo acts as if he’s a kind and calm father on a vacation with his gregarious family, even though the situations he finds himself in hardly ever provide for that kind of behaviour, but his calmness has an edge to it. Myomyo is collected as can be, always on edge, though it rarely shows. As such, he always considers helping others when he can, simply because it's not difficult for him. He does so by weighing in on a conversation, by intervening in some kind of meaningful way and by giving his advice directly, though he values his silence. Besides holding value for silence in himself, he values brightness in others, as he’s not that smart of a person overall. Sure, he might remember something witty, but his specialty lies not with smart words, so he learned not to bet on it and find someone he can trust with being educated.
  
  Bio: The man, the myth, the legend. Myomyo isn’t the one to leave information about himself, so he’s not that well known around the kingdom. Still, he’s on good terms with quite a bunch of people, and from there his tale goes. Thought to be a distant relative of an esteemed family from the Greater North, Kyrmalta is a noble of Lycrea, which he doesn’t like to bring up. His travels, one might think, look like an attempt to cover up his background, but, if so, it’s an attempt in vain — he gives his upbringing out the moment he opens his eyes. Rather, he travels because he can't find peace in one particular place, and the change of scenery helps him adjust. His travels got him acquainted with most of the outwards realms, and his knowledge of foreign affairs warranted him a position in the royal court, which he declined. As he’s not a true adventurer, the ventures of his were taken for pleasure, not for knowledge, so his occupation is somewhere near "esteemed vacationer", and any constructive advice that he could give to his country is useless for state affairs. After he returned to the kingdom, he settled down for a day or two, organized his belongings and set off for Lycrea herself. Now he travels from town to town, his everlasting movement akin to the journeys of the wandering stars across the skies, the true intention of it as cryptic as the celestial sphere.
  
• [ Magic ] Astral Plane Manipulation: Through his connection with the realm of the discarnate, Myomyo can interact with the astral plane. As of now, he is capable of projecting his consciousness through it, at times giving it corporeality. Aside from actively interacting with the intangible matter, Kyrmalta is passively shaped by it. Spirits gravitate towards him, as does energy, and he can feel the disturbances that affect the astral plane. His abilities rely on living beings, so he peaks when he is in the vicinity of inhabited (or previously inhabited) places. As such, he would leverage little to no power in new buildings and in hazard environments. How does he know that particular limitation, you might ask? Well, that’s a story for another time.
  
  [ Innate ] Eldritch Physiology: ???
  
  [ Skill ] Smooth Talker: While not really a skill, Myomyo has an affinity for verbal communication, even if he doesn’t know the lingo. A well-placed remark, a courteous smile and he’s already on good terms with this man he met mere minutes ago.
  
• [ Gear ] Beads: A string of pearly beads that is closed with a knot and decorated with a tassel. While not a weapon in itself, it helps him concentrate his magic, as he counts them whenever he needs to calm down.
  
  [ Carry ] Ceremonial Sword: A sturdy nodachi, which is a bigger tachi — a noble sword with the blade curved upwards in the middle, used for high momentum strikes. Myomyo doesn’t know how to wield it, but he keeps it nonetheless.
  
  [ Bag ] Knots: A great arrangement of knots, some intricate, some — rough. He ties them every time he comes across something important. The system in which he does so is rather complicated, but he manages to remember quite a lot with their help.
  
  [ Bag ] Bracelets: Discarded bracelets that he found during his voyages. Sentimental value, probably.
  
  [ Bag ] Fan: A decorated fan from the East. Sentimental value as well, although he did try to wield it as a weapon.
  

 

[LadyOfStars]

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• Name: Jun and Thoth
  
  Spoiler: Thoth

  
  Race: Human (Possessed)
  
  Age: 24
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Personality: Greedy and selfish, Jun was was taught the harsh truth of life at a very young age. To survive he hardened himself towards others, becoming cold and even somewhat cruel. At his core Jun is inquisitive and creative. He thrives in spaces where he can be free and has a way of inspiring emotions in those around him. His love for signing and all things art related make him seem soft, but nothing could be further from the truth.
  Withdrawn from others Jun possesses an arsenal of trained expressions which he utilizes when interacting with others. Concern, compassion, joy, are all masks that he has learned to swap out depending on what the situation requires. In truth he is cruel and even sadistic towards others regardless of their intents or their relation to him. Loneliness has made him cold and while there may still be an ember of true kindness within his heart, it is sealed away and smothered in the tar or dark deeds.
  
  Bio:
  Orphaned as a child Jun made his living by performing in a traveling circus. His act was small, the crowds were harsh, his pay was miniscule, and the living conditions were below basic. Jun worked tirelessly to earn his keep but in the end it was never enough. As a teenager he left the circus and in his departure he set fire to the main tent, released a horde of imprisoned animals, and stole from the ringleader a safe full of money. He started his life anew in the bog city where the stolen money secured him a new look that would catch the attention of everyone he met. His impressive style caught the eye of a restaurant mogul and soon Jun was singing in to crowds of people while they ate their dinner. He traveled the nation for years, singing in the man's businesses and building a name for himself. Then one day he performed for a crowd of nobles and his career skyrocketed.
  
  At 22 Jun had been singing in the homes of nobles across the realm, putting on concerts during festivals. Having partied with some of the most influential people in the world Jun had heard whispers of darkness and corruption among the elite, but he was never one to get involved in idle gossip. If there was money to be made or status to be gained however, then he paid attention. When he had heard more than once of a secret society's plan to gain untold power, Jun couldn't stop himself from investigating. He risked his performing before royalty to sneak into the hideout of the Black Owls, a secret society who focused their efforts on gaining power of any kind through nefarious means.
  
  Jun had arrived to their latest gathering just in time, as they had meant for him to. The singer had fallen into a well placed trap meant to lure him in to be used as the Black Owls' test subject. Singers and other creative types were always vanishing for one reason or another, Jun would simply become another statistic, something a lie could easily cover up. The Owls tested the dark magics and prototype machinery on him for a year. He endured all manner of torture and just when he thought he might die, he was told they had found a use for him. Thoth was a scholar and mage from ancient history and the Owls managed to locate and steal his remains. Their plan was to place Thoth's soul into Jun's body and induct Thoth into their ranks, but all did not go as planned. When the ritual was complete both souls still resided within the body, with Jun having control over their physical form. Unfortunately for the Owls neither soul intended on joining the secret society. They escaped and caused quite the commotion on their way to freedom.
  
  Once free Jun wanted to find a way to rid himself of the spirit, but Thoth planned to stick around. He cursed Jun's body with a dark spell that only he could undo. The two struck a bargain; Jun would help Thoth procure a powerful body and in return he would lift the curse as well as reward Jun with riches. The spirit didn't want any regular body though, he wanted to possess a god. With very little choice, Jun set out to find the gods in the hopes of ridding himself of the dark mage. He has spent the past few months searching for clues and hints a to where he might find one of the immortals.
  
  
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  [ Magic ] Necromancy: Jun and Thoth are capable of performing necromancy, spells revolving around the dead and weakening enemies.
  Leech - A spell which allows the user to drain the life energy of any living creature they make physical contact with. The spell will heal minor wounds and restore the user's stamina.
  Corpse Summon - Dark energy is used to animate the body of the deceased, effectively raising the dead to carryout simple tasks. currently Jun can only summon two undead.
  Necrocall - This spell draws the spirit of the departed back to the world of the living for a short time This allows the user to speak to the dead.
  Last Cry - Using mana to amplify his voice, this spell gives Jun power similar to a banshee in that his voice can paralyze, terrify, and even deafen those who are exposed to it for too long.
  
  [ Skill ] Singing: Jun is a naturally gifted singer with an operatic style.
  
  [ Skill ] Scholastic Knowledge: Thoth was a scholar many centuries ago and still maintain his vast knowledge which he and Jun use today to meet their needs.
  
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  [ Bag ] Item Name: Thoth's Dark Grimoire - A brief collection of spells taught to Jun by the dark mage possessing his body.
  

 

[Hexblood Bandit]

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• Name: Saru the Magnaminous; The Fool
  
  Race: Sarugami (Mountain Monkey Spirit)
  
  Age: 4* (As a spirit his true age is tied to the sculpture)
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Appearance: He stands at around 8'
  
  
  Personality:
  Saru believes he is the epitome of perfection, and prone to judge all other creatures as inferior beings. However, there is no point in being at the top if no one praises and worships him, so Saru sets himself up as a mighty protector of the realm. Unfortunately for everyone, Saru believes his conduct as a hero, merits tribute, in women. He doesn't question why he asks of this particular tribute, just that the women need to be at his shrine. (Similar to Ice King from Adventure Time)
  
  Bio: For centuries, housewives, farmers, and travelers have taken a pilgrimage to a small monkey statue carved into the mountains. According to a myth passed down from a legendary sage, touching the eyes, ears, and mouth of the monkey will grant people wisdom in dealing with evil. Saru the Magnanimous is a spirit that manifested from the people's desire for wisdom, however that desire can often lead to a sense of self distorted by pride. Due to his inflated ego, Saru has squandered friendships he made with the neighboring villages, and is now seeking friendship elsewhere.
  
• Skill Name: [ ___ No EVIL] Saru can debilitate someone intending to cause harm (including to themselves) with blinding, silencing, or muting. Only one condition can be applied at a time, and that condition's use is exhausted for the day.
  
  Skill Name: [Inhuman Strength and Agility] Equivalent strength of a gorilla, and the acrobatic ability of a macaque.
  
  Skill Name: [Voracious Appetite] Saru does not need to eat as a spirit, but if he does he can devour almost anything given that it fits (sort of like a shark)
  
• [ Gear ] Item Name: Hand scythe
  
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[Tetro]

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• Spoiler: Current Body

  
  
  Name: Nora
  
  Race: Lich
  
  Age: ?
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Personality: Nora is cruel to the bone and spiteful beyond compare. She has few soft spots and even fewer nerves to have people get on before she lashes out. She has her moments of calmness and occasional peace, but they are found only when her environment is quiet and uninterrupted by others. Nora doesn't believe in lying or deception, blaming such concepts to be the cause of her eternal sorrow and suffering. Despite her blatant flaws, Nora's sense of justice and what is right allows her to overcome her desire to annihilate the living. She doesn't believe in mercy, as she was given none, and is supremely vengeful to those who have done her wrong.
  
  Bio: Once a ruler alongside her siblings of a mighty empire, Nora was born a puny child compared to the rest of her kind. Her features were soft and delicate, her skin like porcelain, and she had golden eyes with a gaze said to be gentle enough to tame the wildest beast. Nora was seen as a blessing and a gift to her people. She was beloved by her family and her empire almost to the point of deification. Despite the attention and adoration, she grew to be a gentle and humble person. Unlike her iron-fisted siblings, Nora led with love and kindness. She earned the title 'Empress of peasants' by her eighteenth birthday as praise for her generosity to those less fortunate than her. Not much is known of Nora beyond this, as her empire, people, and family, vanished long ago with any record of them having been destroyed or lost. The finer details of her past and the matriarch's personal life is shrouded in as much mystery as the woman herself. All that anyone is sure of is her goal to get ahold of a god corpse.
  
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  Black Magic: Nora's knowledge of light magic has been twisted and replaced with expertise in the dark arts, and after becoming a lich is now bound to such magics
  
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  (A) Spell Eater: Nora can consume the magic of a spell or ability used on her, empowering one of her abilities before needing to consume more magic to do so again
  
  (B) Soul Siphon: Nora steals a portion of life force and magic power from those affected by her magic, empowering and healing herself a small amount
  
  (C) Petrifying Gaze: A petrifying light emanates from her eyes, turning onlookers into stone instantly
  
  (D) Banshee Cry: Nora unleashes a powerful scream that paralyzes, stuns, or terrifies those around her, the effects more intense the closer a living creature is to her
  
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  Lichdom: Nora doesn't need to eat, sleep, rest, drink, or even breathe to continue 'living'. She holds an immunity to poisons and disease, and resistance to ice and dark magic, but is weak to fire and light magic. She cannot be charmed, poisoned, paralyzed, or frightened. Spells that would specifically affect an undead can be resisted by her. When her body is destroyed her soul reforms a new but weakened one via her phylactery
  
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  Singing: Nora spent her childhood doing more singing than talking, and only became good at it in her late teens
  
  Musician: Nora can play a myriad of instruments
  
  Dancing: Nora loves to dance and has done so ever since she could stand
  
  
  Spoiler: Empowered Spells

  (A) Soul Eater: Nora drains the magic of any spell and lifeforce of any being within twenty feet of her for a few minutes
  
  (B) Essence Burn: The lifeforce of those affected by Nora's magic is permanently ebbed away and needs a prolonged period of time to recover
  
  (C) Basilisk Stare: Nora's Petrifying Gaze slowly turns any organic material to stone the longer it is exposed to it
  
  (D) Widow's Wail: Immediate death is induced to those within fifteen feet of Nora's Banshee Cry, and paralysis to targets ten feet beyond
  
  
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  Wedding Band (White): A wedding band made from an unknown white metal Nora wears on her ring finger
  Wedding Band (Black): A second band made of an unknown black metal Nora wears on her opposite ring finger
  
  

 

[IncognitoSheep]

Name: Thunk


Race: Troll

Age: 30

Gender: Male

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Personality:
Thunk unlike most trolls is actually a pretty nice guy, you know once you get over the smell. He hates those who pick on the week and is not shy about showing it. He has a soft spot for kids and animals. He's smarter than he lets on and uses that to his advantage to see peoples true colors. He love to sing and cook and is quite good at both. He doesn't like to fight but will if attacked. He hates lying and is brutaly honest. He try his best to help others but because of what he is this usually ends him up in trouble as most people panic at the sight of a full grown troll.


Bio: Thunk was like most trolls abandoned at a young age and forced to survive on his own. He had lived in the same forest for most of his life and was content[/FONT] with his life for the most part, that is until one day while he was wandering his territory he heard the most beautiful sound ever and he followed it. What he found was a dainty small creature with fine features and a lond yellow main. He stood there just beyond the tree line for what felt like hours an he listened to the creature make the wonderful sounds, as he didn't want to scare it. Afterwards it left and he so did he, back to his cave and life went on as it normal until it happened again a few days later. Once again he followed followed the voice and once again he listened and this pattern kept on for two or three months until one day in the middle of it's song it was attacked by a large bear. Thunk quickly rushed over
and battered the large grizzly aside and chased it off with a mighty roar and a few fists to the skull. That when he noticed the creature was staring at him wide eyed stinking of fear. He saw this and tried to show that he wasn't a threat but ecery time he moved it flinched. So he decided not to move and sat there and stared a the creature hoping it understood. After an hour or to the
dainty thing seemed to have calme down as it had stopped shaking, then it did something unexpected and walked up to him and smiled. That was his first meeting with his first friend who he would eventually find out was called Aorura and she was an elf. She was the one to teach him how to speak common, elven, how to cook, and the joy of song. They enjoyed many years of each other until one night she just stopped showing up. Ever since then he's been searching for her.


Skill Name: Regen-He can heal from most minor wounds almost immediately, serious wound take a few minutes or up to an hour depending on how bad, limbs take a day or two days.
Acid Bile-He can project a 8 foot cone of bile that burns through both flesh and plate.
Putrid belch-A cone of 8 feet that can knock most beings out.

Gear Item Name: Torn bear hide kilt, tree trunk, bag o rocks (15)
Item Name: Large fur blanket, keg of ale, and bagpipes.