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Realistic or Modern Balance of This World - Characters
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Fred Colon
It was so much easier to blame it on Them.
General
Name
Icara Arachne
Gender
Female
Age
23.
Height
5'10''
Role
Witch
Clan
Arachne
Partner
TBD
Appearance
In-Depth
Personality
Those who don’t know Icara well would say that rather than a person with normal likes, interests and personality, she was more akin to a prey animal. Frightened of most things, they might describe her as a trembling bag of nerves and terror. Riding in cars, swimming, walking along the street, meeting strangers, meeting friends she hasn’t seen in a while. All these things terrify her. And she’s constantly worried that that cough, that bump on her body that was maybe there before (she can’t remember) means that she’s an inch away from passing on to the afterlife. Those that know her well still see all of that, in fact they’d probably see that *more* as she comes crying to them about being on the verge of death. But past the overriding fear of death and disease, Icara is a friendly woman who enjoys other people's company. Generous to a fault, and in love with books, studying and new information, when she feels comfortable she is intelligent and warm to everyone. The problem is finding a place where she can be herself, as there are scant few places where she feels truly safe. Her new powers of spatial separation have helped her feel marginally safer, but it’s hard to rid herself totally of the fear she’s had her whole life.
Backstory
Icara is the niece of the Arachne clan head witch. Her witch mother and mortal father died young, her mother perishing of a wasting disease none of the healers or doctors seemed able to cure. Her father, while taking Icara to visit her mortal family, was murdered by a cousin who despised witches and couldn’t stand that he had married one and sired a daughter with her. Icara was almost killed there, too, and bears a scar on her stomach from the traumatic experience.
Since her parents were slain, Icara was raised technically by the head witch of the Arachne clan, but in reality raised as a sort of communal effort by everyone who lived in the ancestral home of the Arachne clan. In particular the head witch's son, Balfour, who acted as a surrogate father/older brother figure. But when he reached the age of thirty, he was given the Arachne clans greatest gift, though many would call it a curse. the Arachne Familiar Ariadne. A huge, lazy, malevolent spider, Arachne fed off of confidence. Those who possessed her as their familiar gained a powerful ally, but they would never be sure of their decisions, or even sure that they’d live out the day. No matter how safe they were, with their confidence devoured, they would never stop having the vague feeling that something terrible was going to happen. And eventually, something terrible did happen to Balfour.
Icara was never told what had occured, but after being sent to deal with a rogue witch, his priest returned to Wesland with Ariadne in a binding box and Balfour nowhere to be found. No matter how much she inquired, no one would tell her what had happened. After this, with the heir apparent dead, missing or rogue, Ariadne needed a host. Icara was a promising witch, but there were other, better candidates. But for some reason Icara was chosen. Perhaps because of her relationship with Balfour? At the tender age of thirteen she gained the most powerful Familiar of the Arachne household save perhaps for the familiar that belonged to the head of the house. But for Icara, already a traumatized, nervous creature who had lost every parental figure she’d ever had, it was no blessing. Having her confidence devoured sent her into a spiral of nervous self destructive terror. She hated Ariadne as she had a nagging suspicion the familiar may have had something to do with Balfour’s death, and never allowed the creature out if she could help it. What was more, she was an almost permanent resident of the infirmary, positive that she was deathly ill and terrified to go outside where all sorts of horrible things could happen. From a mundane car crash, to rabid witch killers after her blood. When she wasn’t in the infirmary, she was in the library, looking for ways to avoid the fate that met so many of her loved ones.
Eventually, however, she found an… inelegant solution. She chopped off her own head. Or, at least, she did so with her family's much lauded spacial magic. It was a brilliant, if bizarre use of the magic, and before she had even reached the age of 16. She could leave her body at home and use puppets to carry her head around. A concerned family member gave her money to contract an Ouroboros witch to craft a cage she could place her head in, rendering it almost untouchable. It wasn’t a perfect solution by any means, but it allowed Icara to begin functioning… almost normally. Still uncertain and afraid, she nevertheless can go out without being paralyzed by a fear of the world. Though she certainly draws odd looks as one of her walking dolls carries her head around in a cage. Still unable to stand the sight of Ariadne, she leaves the giant spider home, guarding her body.
Relationships
Jessica Broadburn: A mortal doctor hired on by the Arachne family to be a sort of family nurse. As Icara essentially lived in her infirmary when she was a young teenager, the doctor has a motherly attitude towards her, and Icara trusts her medical expertise implicitly. Jessica worries for Icara’s sanity, and makes Icara work her body out so it doesn’t atrophy while her head is away.
Ariadne: Icara’s familiar, though both are wary of one another. Ariadne is slow, cruel and lazy, but very powerful. Does not regard Icara as ‘mother’ like many familiars do, but appreciates that her job is simply guarding her body so she can spin her webs in peace. Icara dislikes Ariadne as she finds her lazy and cruel attitude offensive, and worries that the familiar had something to do with her older cousin Balfour’s death.
Rufus Orobouros: The Orobouros mage that made Icara’s head cage and taught her the rudimentary bits of manipulating inanimate objects. Thinks Icara is crazy, but likes her anyway, and treats her like that one weird friend that you’re embarrassed to introduce to your other friends.
Abilities
Combat Skills
Icara’s combat skills are limited, but she has a number of dolls and mannequins at her disposal. Equipping them with weapons can prove effective, as Icara is adept at fine manipulation. In a desperate pinch, Icara can ‘Sever’. That is, use spacial magic to slice through something or someone. She can only do so if the target is quite close to her, not one of her dolls, however. She can also whack people with her head cage as it will not harm the head inside, and it’s a very solidly made cage.
Witchcraft
Icara is adept at Spatial magic and the manipulation of inanimate objects, though this manipulation is limited to things that look humanoid and is her weaker skill. As for spacial manipulation, her main focus is creating ‘holes’. She can reach far away things by ripping a spacial hole in two places (like a portal gun) though it’s very taxing on her to make a hole big enough to get her whole body through. She can also detach other parts of her body quite easily, and can spy by detaching an eye or an ear and leaving them somewhere inconspicuous. Her head is almost always detached from her body, her body left somewhere safe, while her dolls carry her head around in the cage specially designed to protect it.
Not quite her own power, she also has her 'head cage'. A magical cage that let's her head float in the middle of it, never moving around or hitting the bars no matter how much the cage is jostled or thrown around. It's nigh indestructible, and can only be opened with a thought from Icara, which could be a problem if she's ever unconscious. Things like bullets, arrows and fire cannot pass through the bars of the cage, though their other effects may. The cage may be able to do something like float on lava, the lava itself doing no harm to Icara, but the heat is still there and would roast her head quickly. It can't move on its own, however, and requires one of Icara's dolls, one of her allies (or in disastrous cases an enemy), or Icara's actual body, to carry it.
Familiar
Name
Ariadne
Appearance
Ariadne is a huge, fat, black widow spider with a bright blue glowing hourglass on her back, rather than a red one. The hourglass even has sand in it, and Ariadne claims that the amount in it can indicate how much longer the person she is looking at will be alive. This may be a joke, as there is little sand in the hourglass at any given time, and other than Icara, Ariadne kills most others that she pulls into her room.
Room
Ariadne’s room is a black, empty space with spiderwebs running in every direction horizontally and vertically. Sand pours down from above choking and making visibility limited to all except Ariadne and her host.
Meal
Confidence
Miscellaneous
Theme Song
Name
Icara Arachne
Gender
Female
Age
23.
Height
5'10''
Role
Witch
Clan
Arachne
Partner
TBD
Appearance
In-Depth
Personality
Those who don’t know Icara well would say that rather than a person with normal likes, interests and personality, she was more akin to a prey animal. Frightened of most things, they might describe her as a trembling bag of nerves and terror. Riding in cars, swimming, walking along the street, meeting strangers, meeting friends she hasn’t seen in a while. All these things terrify her. And she’s constantly worried that that cough, that bump on her body that was maybe there before (she can’t remember) means that she’s an inch away from passing on to the afterlife. Those that know her well still see all of that, in fact they’d probably see that *more* as she comes crying to them about being on the verge of death. But past the overriding fear of death and disease, Icara is a friendly woman who enjoys other people's company. Generous to a fault, and in love with books, studying and new information, when she feels comfortable she is intelligent and warm to everyone. The problem is finding a place where she can be herself, as there are scant few places where she feels truly safe. Her new powers of spatial separation have helped her feel marginally safer, but it’s hard to rid herself totally of the fear she’s had her whole life.
Backstory
Icara is the niece of the Arachne clan head witch. Her witch mother and mortal father died young, her mother perishing of a wasting disease none of the healers or doctors seemed able to cure. Her father, while taking Icara to visit her mortal family, was murdered by a cousin who despised witches and couldn’t stand that he had married one and sired a daughter with her. Icara was almost killed there, too, and bears a scar on her stomach from the traumatic experience.
Since her parents were slain, Icara was raised technically by the head witch of the Arachne clan, but in reality raised as a sort of communal effort by everyone who lived in the ancestral home of the Arachne clan. In particular the head witch's son, Balfour, who acted as a surrogate father/older brother figure. But when he reached the age of thirty, he was given the Arachne clans greatest gift, though many would call it a curse. the Arachne Familiar Ariadne. A huge, lazy, malevolent spider, Arachne fed off of confidence. Those who possessed her as their familiar gained a powerful ally, but they would never be sure of their decisions, or even sure that they’d live out the day. No matter how safe they were, with their confidence devoured, they would never stop having the vague feeling that something terrible was going to happen. And eventually, something terrible did happen to Balfour.
Icara was never told what had occured, but after being sent to deal with a rogue witch, his priest returned to Wesland with Ariadne in a binding box and Balfour nowhere to be found. No matter how much she inquired, no one would tell her what had happened. After this, with the heir apparent dead, missing or rogue, Ariadne needed a host. Icara was a promising witch, but there were other, better candidates. But for some reason Icara was chosen. Perhaps because of her relationship with Balfour? At the tender age of thirteen she gained the most powerful Familiar of the Arachne household save perhaps for the familiar that belonged to the head of the house. But for Icara, already a traumatized, nervous creature who had lost every parental figure she’d ever had, it was no blessing. Having her confidence devoured sent her into a spiral of nervous self destructive terror. She hated Ariadne as she had a nagging suspicion the familiar may have had something to do with Balfour’s death, and never allowed the creature out if she could help it. What was more, she was an almost permanent resident of the infirmary, positive that she was deathly ill and terrified to go outside where all sorts of horrible things could happen. From a mundane car crash, to rabid witch killers after her blood. When she wasn’t in the infirmary, she was in the library, looking for ways to avoid the fate that met so many of her loved ones.
Eventually, however, she found an… inelegant solution. She chopped off her own head. Or, at least, she did so with her family's much lauded spacial magic. It was a brilliant, if bizarre use of the magic, and before she had even reached the age of 16. She could leave her body at home and use puppets to carry her head around. A concerned family member gave her money to contract an Ouroboros witch to craft a cage she could place her head in, rendering it almost untouchable. It wasn’t a perfect solution by any means, but it allowed Icara to begin functioning… almost normally. Still uncertain and afraid, she nevertheless can go out without being paralyzed by a fear of the world. Though she certainly draws odd looks as one of her walking dolls carries her head around in a cage. Still unable to stand the sight of Ariadne, she leaves the giant spider home, guarding her body.
Relationships
Jessica Broadburn: A mortal doctor hired on by the Arachne family to be a sort of family nurse. As Icara essentially lived in her infirmary when she was a young teenager, the doctor has a motherly attitude towards her, and Icara trusts her medical expertise implicitly. Jessica worries for Icara’s sanity, and makes Icara work her body out so it doesn’t atrophy while her head is away.
Ariadne: Icara’s familiar, though both are wary of one another. Ariadne is slow, cruel and lazy, but very powerful. Does not regard Icara as ‘mother’ like many familiars do, but appreciates that her job is simply guarding her body so she can spin her webs in peace. Icara dislikes Ariadne as she finds her lazy and cruel attitude offensive, and worries that the familiar had something to do with her older cousin Balfour’s death.
Rufus Orobouros: The Orobouros mage that made Icara’s head cage and taught her the rudimentary bits of manipulating inanimate objects. Thinks Icara is crazy, but likes her anyway, and treats her like that one weird friend that you’re embarrassed to introduce to your other friends.
Abilities
Combat Skills
Icara’s combat skills are limited, but she has a number of dolls and mannequins at her disposal. Equipping them with weapons can prove effective, as Icara is adept at fine manipulation. In a desperate pinch, Icara can ‘Sever’. That is, use spacial magic to slice through something or someone. She can only do so if the target is quite close to her, not one of her dolls, however. She can also whack people with her head cage as it will not harm the head inside, and it’s a very solidly made cage.
Witchcraft
Icara is adept at Spatial magic and the manipulation of inanimate objects, though this manipulation is limited to things that look humanoid and is her weaker skill. As for spacial manipulation, her main focus is creating ‘holes’. She can reach far away things by ripping a spacial hole in two places (like a portal gun) though it’s very taxing on her to make a hole big enough to get her whole body through. She can also detach other parts of her body quite easily, and can spy by detaching an eye or an ear and leaving them somewhere inconspicuous. Her head is almost always detached from her body, her body left somewhere safe, while her dolls carry her head around in the cage specially designed to protect it.
Not quite her own power, she also has her 'head cage'. A magical cage that let's her head float in the middle of it, never moving around or hitting the bars no matter how much the cage is jostled or thrown around. It's nigh indestructible, and can only be opened with a thought from Icara, which could be a problem if she's ever unconscious. Things like bullets, arrows and fire cannot pass through the bars of the cage, though their other effects may. The cage may be able to do something like float on lava, the lava itself doing no harm to Icara, but the heat is still there and would roast her head quickly. It can't move on its own, however, and requires one of Icara's dolls, one of her allies (or in disastrous cases an enemy), or Icara's actual body, to carry it.
Familiar
Name
Ariadne
Appearance
Ariadne is a huge, fat, black widow spider with a bright blue glowing hourglass on her back, rather than a red one. The hourglass even has sand in it, and Ariadne claims that the amount in it can indicate how much longer the person she is looking at will be alive. This may be a joke, as there is little sand in the hourglass at any given time, and other than Icara, Ariadne kills most others that she pulls into her room.
Room
Ariadne’s room is a black, empty space with spiderwebs running in every direction horizontally and vertically. Sand pours down from above choking and making visibility limited to all except Ariadne and her host.
Meal
Confidence
Miscellaneous
Theme Song
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Nano
procrastination symphony
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OldTurtle
Shells Are Nice
General
Name
Viktor Anura
Gender
Male
Age
26
Height
6'4"
Role
Witch
Clan
Anura
Partner
Artem Yurievich Arkhangelsky
Appearance
In-Depth
Personality
Viktor Anura is an excruciatingly drab man. His dullness knows no bounds and is matched only by his lethargy. A truly unfortunate combination of apathy and slothfulness has given birth to what may very well be the single most insufferable witch the Anura clan has ever produced. When presented with a difficult choice, Viktor gives up. When assigned a distant goal, he returns to bed. If not for the basic needs his body demands, Viktor would much rather hibernate for the rest of his natural life. Rumor has it - if you consider the mutterings of the paltry few who've had the displeasure of knowing Viktor enough to be 'rumors' - that the man's presence drains the colors from his surroundings. As such, there are very few - witch or human - willing to suffer his presence. The only things tying him to the world he exists in are the treaty and the obligations it demands of him. Sufferingly but ultimately efficiently, Viktor fulfills his duties and remains (mostly) functional, driven along the path of least resistance to avoid potential trouble. Better to exert a modicum of effort now to avoid more exhausting complications in the future, the gaunt witch claims.
Backstory
Viktor was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. The first child of a prominent Anura lineage, he grew up being prepared for a successful inheritance. He was instructed in every manner of learning, from art to mathematics to the clan's characteristic witchcraft and beyond. Where others may have crumbled under the weight of the expectations placed upon his back, Viktor flourished. He was a bright child, clever and inquisitive, and took to his training with zeal, aided especially by his prodigious talent for witchcraft. Viktor's early days were inordinately busy for a child his age, but balanced well by the lavish doting of his relatives. For the first ten years of his life, Viktor knew not the meaning of failure. He was a shining star, obviously set on a path of great success. Nothing could get in his way.
That changed rather suddenly. Shortly before his eleventh birthday, Viktor's great-grandmother passed away. In her prime, she was a witch of impressive skill and retained a significant influence in the family's affairs even towards the end of her life. With her death, Viktor's family lost an important pillar. Even so, she had been growing frailer and iller for years and her passing came as no surprise. The more pressing issue was the inheritance of her familiar. The creature known as Kunigunde had been passed down through Viktor's lineage to most promising individuals as a sort of unofficial induction. While there were plenty of adults in his parents' generation capable of taking on the role, Viktor's early successes and growth presented him as a prominent candidate. Few denied his potential and despite his young age, it was predicted that he would become one of the foremost members of the next generation of Anura.
And so, Viktor, brazen and emboldened by years of praise and anticipation, took on a burden far beyond his capabilities. Kunigunde was a powerful familiar, and it wasn't that the most skilled were deserving of her, but rather that only the most skilled were capable of handling her. Viktor, for all his talent, was merely a young child. Compared to even the most untalented of grown Anura, he was much less capable. Having long since forgotten this through the generations, the lineage bound the two together with disastrous consequences.
Every witch with a familiar must sustain its existence by providing it with intangible pieces of themselves. Viktor was no exception, of course, but a powerful familiar demands much of its witch. Kunigunde demanded too much of him. She subsisted off her witch's feelings of desire, whether they be emotional, mental, or physical. For an older, full-fledged witch with strong self-discipline and the ability to reign her in, the draining of desire and the depressive effects Kunigunde caused could be combated. Viktor had neither of those things.
Instead, he was stripped of much of his ability to be motivated. Viktor wanted nothing, wished for nothing. The once-bright boy failed to find pleasure any more in the things he'd enjoyed. His desire to grow stronger, to match up to his parents' expectations, to be the best witch the Anura clan had ever produced vanished into his familiar's boundless stomach. His studies lapsed, he wasted large periods of time on nothing at all, he struggled to complete even the simplest of tasks. His family was at wit's end. In their attempts to rekindle his vibrancy, his parents attempted to push the young Viktor back into his previous activities.
While he never exhibited the same zeal or enjoyment he had previously, their actions forced Viktor out of stagnation and returned his life to a pale imitation of normalcy. Even so, it was undeniably clear that things had changed. All Viktor's blossoming talents withered away in the span of a few months. Though he still housed Kunigunde within his stomach and possessed an affinity for the clan's witchcraft, Viktor no longer held the promise or potential he once had. Dissuaded by her effects on him, the Anura chose to move on from the two, finding new sources of talent within the younger witches that were capable of fulfilling their expectations. By the age of fifteen, Viktor faded back into the crowd, splitting his time between the bare minimum of his required studies and remaining holed up in his room doing nothing at all. And so the years passed, with Viktor growing up to be a rather dull, muted witch, with no one - not his parents, not his siblings, and especially not Viktor - caring much about what he did.
Relationships
Artem Arkhangelsky
Artem Arkhangelsky is the ideal supervisor. He operates on efficiency and has never once strayed beyond the boundaries of his occupation. For Viktor, the lack of interference in his personal life - barren as it is - allows him to maintain his solitude without stress. In turn, the witch knows little of his supervisor's life and has no desire to ever change that. Theirs is a purely professional relationship that begins and ends in the workplace. Despite their distance, Viktor will attest to the effectiveness of Artem's methods over the past years and has a sincere respect for his ability to minimize the work the two must put in.
Kunigunde
Kunigunde is undeniably a monster. She can be - and has been - blamed for every failure in Viktor's life. Her presence cripples the witch, rendering him barely functional even on the best of days. Even so, the two have spent the past fifteen years bound together - longer than Viktor lived without her. By now, he barely remembers life prior to Kunigunde. She is an integral piece of his identity and Viktor would never give her up for anything. Their bond, imbalanced and unhealthy as it is, is unbreakable.
Emmeline Anura
Emmeline is an old acquaintance from Viktor's childhood, the sole still in contact with him. Older than him by a fair margin, she was initially hired as one of her young cousin's many instructors. They struck up a close, familial bond and Emmeline became one of the premier supporters of Viktor's burgeoning talents. Even after his tides turned, the older woman still watches over him - though, of course, much less closely than during his childhood. The younger witch appreciates the effort Emmeline puts in, even if he doesn't quite understand why she still cares. Does she feel guilty for having pushed for him to receive Kunigunde's burden all those years ago? Viktor would rather leave that particular question unanswered.
Abilities
Combat Skills
None. Zilch. Nada. Viktor has no coordination to speak of. His frailty renders him hopeless in physical bouts and he relies almost entirely on the strength of his familiar to win fights. Without her, even a stiff breeze could fell Viktor with ease. Unless challenged to a battle of who can drop the most books on their feet, he is bound to lose.
Witchcraft
Viktor's greatest strength lies in his mastery of the Anura clan's necromantic rituals. Though he wields it infrequently these days, the magic to summon forth and commune with the dead remains one of his most practiced and developed skills. He is particularly adept at minimizing the risk to his soul when venturing to the outskirts of Hell.
A supplementary spell Viktor has adopted rather recently allows him to rapidly aerosolize toxic substances to form dangerous clouds. The toxins are collected from several frogs and toads he keeps in his home. While none are deadly, their effects range from inducing hives to causing temporary muscular paralysis. This magic tends not to win any fights, but is more than enough to buy Viktor time when he needs it.
Familiar
Name
Kunigunde
Appearance
Room
Kunigunde's room is a wide, snowy clearing in a dense forest of cypress trees. The forest is endless, as trying to venture through it eventually brings you back to the clearing, and is perpetually dark, lit only by dim moonlight.
Meal
Kunigunde feeds off any of Viktor's desires, indiscriminately devouring the vast majority of his wants and wishes to sate her immense appetite.
Miscellaneous
Name
Viktor Anura
Gender
Male
Age
26
Height
6'4"
Role
Witch
Clan
Anura
Partner
Artem Yurievich Arkhangelsky
Appearance
In-Depth
Personality
Viktor Anura is an excruciatingly drab man. His dullness knows no bounds and is matched only by his lethargy. A truly unfortunate combination of apathy and slothfulness has given birth to what may very well be the single most insufferable witch the Anura clan has ever produced. When presented with a difficult choice, Viktor gives up. When assigned a distant goal, he returns to bed. If not for the basic needs his body demands, Viktor would much rather hibernate for the rest of his natural life. Rumor has it - if you consider the mutterings of the paltry few who've had the displeasure of knowing Viktor enough to be 'rumors' - that the man's presence drains the colors from his surroundings. As such, there are very few - witch or human - willing to suffer his presence. The only things tying him to the world he exists in are the treaty and the obligations it demands of him. Sufferingly but ultimately efficiently, Viktor fulfills his duties and remains (mostly) functional, driven along the path of least resistance to avoid potential trouble. Better to exert a modicum of effort now to avoid more exhausting complications in the future, the gaunt witch claims.
Backstory
Viktor was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. The first child of a prominent Anura lineage, he grew up being prepared for a successful inheritance. He was instructed in every manner of learning, from art to mathematics to the clan's characteristic witchcraft and beyond. Where others may have crumbled under the weight of the expectations placed upon his back, Viktor flourished. He was a bright child, clever and inquisitive, and took to his training with zeal, aided especially by his prodigious talent for witchcraft. Viktor's early days were inordinately busy for a child his age, but balanced well by the lavish doting of his relatives. For the first ten years of his life, Viktor knew not the meaning of failure. He was a shining star, obviously set on a path of great success. Nothing could get in his way.
That changed rather suddenly. Shortly before his eleventh birthday, Viktor's great-grandmother passed away. In her prime, she was a witch of impressive skill and retained a significant influence in the family's affairs even towards the end of her life. With her death, Viktor's family lost an important pillar. Even so, she had been growing frailer and iller for years and her passing came as no surprise. The more pressing issue was the inheritance of her familiar. The creature known as Kunigunde had been passed down through Viktor's lineage to most promising individuals as a sort of unofficial induction. While there were plenty of adults in his parents' generation capable of taking on the role, Viktor's early successes and growth presented him as a prominent candidate. Few denied his potential and despite his young age, it was predicted that he would become one of the foremost members of the next generation of Anura.
And so, Viktor, brazen and emboldened by years of praise and anticipation, took on a burden far beyond his capabilities. Kunigunde was a powerful familiar, and it wasn't that the most skilled were deserving of her, but rather that only the most skilled were capable of handling her. Viktor, for all his talent, was merely a young child. Compared to even the most untalented of grown Anura, he was much less capable. Having long since forgotten this through the generations, the lineage bound the two together with disastrous consequences.
Every witch with a familiar must sustain its existence by providing it with intangible pieces of themselves. Viktor was no exception, of course, but a powerful familiar demands much of its witch. Kunigunde demanded too much of him. She subsisted off her witch's feelings of desire, whether they be emotional, mental, or physical. For an older, full-fledged witch with strong self-discipline and the ability to reign her in, the draining of desire and the depressive effects Kunigunde caused could be combated. Viktor had neither of those things.
Instead, he was stripped of much of his ability to be motivated. Viktor wanted nothing, wished for nothing. The once-bright boy failed to find pleasure any more in the things he'd enjoyed. His desire to grow stronger, to match up to his parents' expectations, to be the best witch the Anura clan had ever produced vanished into his familiar's boundless stomach. His studies lapsed, he wasted large periods of time on nothing at all, he struggled to complete even the simplest of tasks. His family was at wit's end. In their attempts to rekindle his vibrancy, his parents attempted to push the young Viktor back into his previous activities.
While he never exhibited the same zeal or enjoyment he had previously, their actions forced Viktor out of stagnation and returned his life to a pale imitation of normalcy. Even so, it was undeniably clear that things had changed. All Viktor's blossoming talents withered away in the span of a few months. Though he still housed Kunigunde within his stomach and possessed an affinity for the clan's witchcraft, Viktor no longer held the promise or potential he once had. Dissuaded by her effects on him, the Anura chose to move on from the two, finding new sources of talent within the younger witches that were capable of fulfilling their expectations. By the age of fifteen, Viktor faded back into the crowd, splitting his time between the bare minimum of his required studies and remaining holed up in his room doing nothing at all. And so the years passed, with Viktor growing up to be a rather dull, muted witch, with no one - not his parents, not his siblings, and especially not Viktor - caring much about what he did.
Relationships
Artem Arkhangelsky
Artem Arkhangelsky is the ideal supervisor. He operates on efficiency and has never once strayed beyond the boundaries of his occupation. For Viktor, the lack of interference in his personal life - barren as it is - allows him to maintain his solitude without stress. In turn, the witch knows little of his supervisor's life and has no desire to ever change that. Theirs is a purely professional relationship that begins and ends in the workplace. Despite their distance, Viktor will attest to the effectiveness of Artem's methods over the past years and has a sincere respect for his ability to minimize the work the two must put in.
Kunigunde
Kunigunde is undeniably a monster. She can be - and has been - blamed for every failure in Viktor's life. Her presence cripples the witch, rendering him barely functional even on the best of days. Even so, the two have spent the past fifteen years bound together - longer than Viktor lived without her. By now, he barely remembers life prior to Kunigunde. She is an integral piece of his identity and Viktor would never give her up for anything. Their bond, imbalanced and unhealthy as it is, is unbreakable.
Emmeline Anura
Emmeline is an old acquaintance from Viktor's childhood, the sole still in contact with him. Older than him by a fair margin, she was initially hired as one of her young cousin's many instructors. They struck up a close, familial bond and Emmeline became one of the premier supporters of Viktor's burgeoning talents. Even after his tides turned, the older woman still watches over him - though, of course, much less closely than during his childhood. The younger witch appreciates the effort Emmeline puts in, even if he doesn't quite understand why she still cares. Does she feel guilty for having pushed for him to receive Kunigunde's burden all those years ago? Viktor would rather leave that particular question unanswered.
Abilities
Combat Skills
None. Zilch. Nada. Viktor has no coordination to speak of. His frailty renders him hopeless in physical bouts and he relies almost entirely on the strength of his familiar to win fights. Without her, even a stiff breeze could fell Viktor with ease. Unless challenged to a battle of who can drop the most books on their feet, he is bound to lose.
Witchcraft
Viktor's greatest strength lies in his mastery of the Anura clan's necromantic rituals. Though he wields it infrequently these days, the magic to summon forth and commune with the dead remains one of his most practiced and developed skills. He is particularly adept at minimizing the risk to his soul when venturing to the outskirts of Hell.
A supplementary spell Viktor has adopted rather recently allows him to rapidly aerosolize toxic substances to form dangerous clouds. The toxins are collected from several frogs and toads he keeps in his home. While none are deadly, their effects range from inducing hives to causing temporary muscular paralysis. This magic tends not to win any fights, but is more than enough to buy Viktor time when he needs it.
Familiar
Name
Kunigunde
Appearance
Room
Kunigunde's room is a wide, snowy clearing in a dense forest of cypress trees. The forest is endless, as trying to venture through it eventually brings you back to the clearing, and is perpetually dark, lit only by dim moonlight.
Meal
Kunigunde feeds off any of Viktor's desires, indiscriminately devouring the vast majority of his wants and wishes to sate her immense appetite.
Miscellaneous
- Despite the rather predatory nature of Viktor and Kunigunde's relationship and its negative effects on him, Kunigunde remains one of the few remaining beings Viktor treasures and is a constant companion to the witch.
- Viktor is the eldest of four children - two sisters and a brother - who all are significantly younger than he.
- Viktor has no one he'd exactly call a "friend," but he does have an older cousin from the Anura clan who semi-regularly checks in on him to make sure he hasn't died yet.
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Majestic Dinosaur
- Name
Ira Siamese
Gender
Male
Age
16
Height
5'3"/163 cm
Role
Witch
Clan
Siamese
Partner
Ptolemy Badawi
Appearance
In part thanks to the supposed beautification potions gifted to him since childhood, Ira has delicate features and silky smooth hair. Paired with his small build, he doesn’t quite strike as an intimidating figure. Despite his relatives’ urgings, he actually takes little care in his appearance. He prefers to dress in comfortable T-shirts and jeans rather than the stuffy suits tailored for him. And while he used to have maids who would style his hair for him, nowadays he lets his hair fall and flow around his face.
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Blobs
Where's The Soup Evan?
General
Name
Dalia Sparks
Gender
Female
Age:
22
Height
5'8
Role:
Supervising Priest
Partner:
Cecil Ovis
Personality
During one's first meeting with Dalia, she shows herself to be the perfect picture of a priest: calm, collected, and mild in temperament, ready to lay down her life for the Church and her charge. Many people end up initially charmed by the priest's honeyed words and soothing voice. However, the more time one spends with Dalia and the more she trusts you, the image of the perfect, saintly priest cracks, as Dalia shows her true personality: judgmental, arrogant, and flighty. Originally given the nickname "Peacock" by her older sister, Dalia in her private sphere is glamorous, spending whatever she can scrape up on clothes and jewelry, books and sweets, as well as all manner of decorations. Luxury is something Dalia only acquired after joining the priests, and she is determined to stay in it. Bossy and bitchy in equal measure, Dalia can be quite frustrating to be around, as she has no problem in stepping on others to get what she wants. She also has a meddlesome side to her as well, attempting to get down to the bottom of gossip using any measure necessary. As a result, Dalia seems to know all the good rumors before most, and would be willing to tell you...for a price. Of course, Dalia, like all people, has a good, far kinder side of herself. Steadfast and confident, Dalia is hard to sway, sticking to her guns and rarely giving up on a venture. She, when willing, can be a genuinely comforting and helpful presence to those who need it. Dalia is incredibly curious, flipping through texts in order to satiate her ever present wonder of the world around her.
Backstory
Dalia was the youngest of 4 siblings, born to two struggling shopkeepers living in a rundown apartment. Dalia was the product of an affair between her mother and a former family friend, who, a week after she was conceived, flew off to pursue business opportunities across the sea, gradually losing contact with the Sparks. He was never made aware of Dalia's origins, as Dalia's mother, Yasmine, wanted to remain married to her husband for her children's sakes. Dalia's father- or rather, step-father- Uddin, suspected Dalia was not his child, which was later confirmed once he took a paternity test with Dalia when she was 2. As a result, he treated Dalia with barely concealed contempt, viewing her as simply another mouth to feed and the manifestation of his failing marriage.
Dalia's mother wasn't much better than her husband, treating her children with ambivalence and, on bad days, with outright disgust. The only one who she seemed to have any measure of goodwill for was Dalia, coddling the girl and using whatever money they could scrape up to indulge her whimsies. Of course, not even Dalia could fully escape her mother ire, as her mother would go on rants about how Dalia and her other children "ruined her" whenever the young girl would make a mistake, berating her until she was in tears. Regardless, out of all of Dalia's family members, it was her mother she was closest too, as her half-siblings either ignored her or bullied her.
Yasmine and Uddin, despite the urgings of everyone who knew even a smidge of how disastrous their marriage was to get a divorce, stayed together, in part because of the notion that splitting up would cause their children harm and partly due to the fact that divorcing would be far too much of a hassle, especially since they shared a business. However, this decision proved to only be horrible for all parties involved, as the couple had begun resorting to using their children in their fights. As their business began to suffer more loses and bills rose, fighting in the household became more and more bitter, resembling a full out warzone. As a result, Dalia began to avoid her home, spending more and more time at the local library or pulling off small cons with her delinquent friends. It was during one of these cons that Dalia realized she had the gift of gab, able to charm easily and manipulate others.
Shit really hit the fan, however, when her eldest brother, John, was involved in a car accident that left him in a coma. By this time, the family business had closed and the two parents ping ponged from job to job, working as Waiters to Bus Drivers to Janitors. They were rarely if ever at home now, leaving the children largely to their own devices. As the medical bills stacked up, Dalia's parents struggled, and eventually the family was a hairs breadth away from living on the streets. Dalia, despite having dreams of travelling abroad and pursuing an education, decided that, upon turning 18, she'd join the supervising priests of the Church in order to help her family out of poverty. And that's just what she did: Dalia trained rigorously from age 18, whipping herself into shape and becoming the very image of a dutiful priest. Any regrets Dalia has over her choice of career she keeps firmly tampered down, as she reminds herself of why she chose to join the priesthood in the first place.
Relationships:
Birthfather: N/A
Step-father, Uddin: The two have a fairly uneasy, yet cordial relationship. Despite the fact that the man wants nothing to do with Dalia, he does maintain correspondence with her, if only to get access to the money she sends every two weeks.
Mother, Yasmine: Warm relationship. The two keep in close contact with each other, meeting every once a week for lunch. However, if Dalia seems distressed or grumpy after each of these meetings, well....
Oldest brother, John: The two, while not exactly close, share a positive relationship, due to John's easygoing nature and their shared love of theater. They call each other intermittently, where John shares news of what their other siblings are doing.
Brother, Mohammed: The two viscerally loathe each other, to the point where they aren't allowed to see each other without another family member to smooth out any conflict that arises. Nevertheless, whether Dalia has some (small) form of care towards her brother or out of familial duty, she still sends him money every once in a while to help him through his studies.
Sister, Faruz: The two share a polite, if cold relationship. While close as children, the two were used so frequently as pawns in their parents arguments they ended up drifting apart, feelings of animosity festering under the surface. Presently, while the two haven't worked through their issues, they now get along enough to have polite conversations over coffee every time Faruz is back in the country from travelling abroad.
Partner, Cecil Ovis: Dalia's not quite sure when Cecil managed to charm her. Maybe it was the ever present gifts Ceil gave to her, or the way she looked up to Dalia. Perhaps her bright kindness, and just how genuine she was about it. Regardless, the two became thick friends, with Dalia viewing Cecil as the younger sister she never had. Cecil is perhaps one of the only people at the tower who Dalia is truly herself with.
Abilities:
HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT: Dalia is a self proclaimed "pro" at hand to hand, fast on her feet and agile like a cat. She tends to rely on a mix of strength and stealth, using tips she picked up from her old group of friends to see her to victory. These usually include dirty, underhanded tricks, such as throwing dirt in her opponents eyes or tricking them into giving her the upper-hand. Dalia doesn't quite mind though- whatever works, right? While it would be a mistake to parrot Dalia's over-inflated beliefs in her fighting abilities, there's no denying that she's effective.
WEAPONRY: Dalia's weapons include (but are not limited to) an array of freshly polished daggers, throwing knives, a sword (no idea how she got that ), and a few revolvers that she keeps under lock and key in her home. While Dalia is talented enough at using metal weaponry to keep her foes at bay, her use of long range weaponry, firearms, could use some work. Dalia is notorious for being a horrific shot amongst her co-workers, many great numbers of tragedies happening simply because a gun was placed in Dalia's possession.
Miscellaneous
Name
Dalia Sparks
Gender
Female
Age:
22
Height
5'8
Role:
Supervising Priest
Partner:
Cecil Ovis
Appearance:
In-Depth Personality
During one's first meeting with Dalia, she shows herself to be the perfect picture of a priest: calm, collected, and mild in temperament, ready to lay down her life for the Church and her charge. Many people end up initially charmed by the priest's honeyed words and soothing voice. However, the more time one spends with Dalia and the more she trusts you, the image of the perfect, saintly priest cracks, as Dalia shows her true personality: judgmental, arrogant, and flighty. Originally given the nickname "Peacock" by her older sister, Dalia in her private sphere is glamorous, spending whatever she can scrape up on clothes and jewelry, books and sweets, as well as all manner of decorations. Luxury is something Dalia only acquired after joining the priests, and she is determined to stay in it. Bossy and bitchy in equal measure, Dalia can be quite frustrating to be around, as she has no problem in stepping on others to get what she wants. She also has a meddlesome side to her as well, attempting to get down to the bottom of gossip using any measure necessary. As a result, Dalia seems to know all the good rumors before most, and would be willing to tell you...for a price. Of course, Dalia, like all people, has a good, far kinder side of herself. Steadfast and confident, Dalia is hard to sway, sticking to her guns and rarely giving up on a venture. She, when willing, can be a genuinely comforting and helpful presence to those who need it. Dalia is incredibly curious, flipping through texts in order to satiate her ever present wonder of the world around her.
Backstory
Dalia was the youngest of 4 siblings, born to two struggling shopkeepers living in a rundown apartment. Dalia was the product of an affair between her mother and a former family friend, who, a week after she was conceived, flew off to pursue business opportunities across the sea, gradually losing contact with the Sparks. He was never made aware of Dalia's origins, as Dalia's mother, Yasmine, wanted to remain married to her husband for her children's sakes. Dalia's father- or rather, step-father- Uddin, suspected Dalia was not his child, which was later confirmed once he took a paternity test with Dalia when she was 2. As a result, he treated Dalia with barely concealed contempt, viewing her as simply another mouth to feed and the manifestation of his failing marriage.
Dalia's mother wasn't much better than her husband, treating her children with ambivalence and, on bad days, with outright disgust. The only one who she seemed to have any measure of goodwill for was Dalia, coddling the girl and using whatever money they could scrape up to indulge her whimsies. Of course, not even Dalia could fully escape her mother ire, as her mother would go on rants about how Dalia and her other children "ruined her" whenever the young girl would make a mistake, berating her until she was in tears. Regardless, out of all of Dalia's family members, it was her mother she was closest too, as her half-siblings either ignored her or bullied her.
Yasmine and Uddin, despite the urgings of everyone who knew even a smidge of how disastrous their marriage was to get a divorce, stayed together, in part because of the notion that splitting up would cause their children harm and partly due to the fact that divorcing would be far too much of a hassle, especially since they shared a business. However, this decision proved to only be horrible for all parties involved, as the couple had begun resorting to using their children in their fights. As their business began to suffer more loses and bills rose, fighting in the household became more and more bitter, resembling a full out warzone. As a result, Dalia began to avoid her home, spending more and more time at the local library or pulling off small cons with her delinquent friends. It was during one of these cons that Dalia realized she had the gift of gab, able to charm easily and manipulate others.
Shit really hit the fan, however, when her eldest brother, John, was involved in a car accident that left him in a coma. By this time, the family business had closed and the two parents ping ponged from job to job, working as Waiters to Bus Drivers to Janitors. They were rarely if ever at home now, leaving the children largely to their own devices. As the medical bills stacked up, Dalia's parents struggled, and eventually the family was a hairs breadth away from living on the streets. Dalia, despite having dreams of travelling abroad and pursuing an education, decided that, upon turning 18, she'd join the supervising priests of the Church in order to help her family out of poverty. And that's just what she did: Dalia trained rigorously from age 18, whipping herself into shape and becoming the very image of a dutiful priest. Any regrets Dalia has over her choice of career she keeps firmly tampered down, as she reminds herself of why she chose to join the priesthood in the first place.
Relationships:
Birthfather: N/A
Step-father, Uddin: The two have a fairly uneasy, yet cordial relationship. Despite the fact that the man wants nothing to do with Dalia, he does maintain correspondence with her, if only to get access to the money she sends every two weeks.
Mother, Yasmine: Warm relationship. The two keep in close contact with each other, meeting every once a week for lunch. However, if Dalia seems distressed or grumpy after each of these meetings, well....
Oldest brother, John: The two, while not exactly close, share a positive relationship, due to John's easygoing nature and their shared love of theater. They call each other intermittently, where John shares news of what their other siblings are doing.
Brother, Mohammed: The two viscerally loathe each other, to the point where they aren't allowed to see each other without another family member to smooth out any conflict that arises. Nevertheless, whether Dalia has some (small) form of care towards her brother or out of familial duty, she still sends him money every once in a while to help him through his studies.
Sister, Faruz: The two share a polite, if cold relationship. While close as children, the two were used so frequently as pawns in their parents arguments they ended up drifting apart, feelings of animosity festering under the surface. Presently, while the two haven't worked through their issues, they now get along enough to have polite conversations over coffee every time Faruz is back in the country from travelling abroad.
Partner, Cecil Ovis: Dalia's not quite sure when Cecil managed to charm her. Maybe it was the ever present gifts Ceil gave to her, or the way she looked up to Dalia. Perhaps her bright kindness, and just how genuine she was about it. Regardless, the two became thick friends, with Dalia viewing Cecil as the younger sister she never had. Cecil is perhaps one of the only people at the tower who Dalia is truly herself with.
Abilities:
HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT: Dalia is a self proclaimed "pro" at hand to hand, fast on her feet and agile like a cat. She tends to rely on a mix of strength and stealth, using tips she picked up from her old group of friends to see her to victory. These usually include dirty, underhanded tricks, such as throwing dirt in her opponents eyes or tricking them into giving her the upper-hand. Dalia doesn't quite mind though- whatever works, right? While it would be a mistake to parrot Dalia's over-inflated beliefs in her fighting abilities, there's no denying that she's effective.
WEAPONRY: Dalia's weapons include (but are not limited to) an array of freshly polished daggers, throwing knives, a sword (no idea how she got that ), and a few revolvers that she keeps under lock and key in her home. While Dalia is talented enough at using metal weaponry to keep her foes at bay, her use of long range weaponry, firearms, could use some work. Dalia is notorious for being a horrific shot amongst her co-workers, many great numbers of tragedies happening simply because a gun was placed in Dalia's possession.
Miscellaneous
- Theme Song- Thus Always To Tyrants by The Oh Hellos
- Claustrophobic and Trypophobic
- 10/10 cook
- Classic literature, theater, and history nerd
- "What do we do when we're depressed?" "Add to cart."
- Dork on the down low
- While she's clean and immaculately groomed at all times, Dalia's house tends to be an absolute hellscape unless she has company over.
- During work, Dalia adopts a soft, pleasant voice, speaking slowly and enunciating her words clearly. However, off duty and around those she trusts, her city-slicker accent comes out, words quick and pointed, peppering her once sophisticated and poetic speech with slang.
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