Fantasy Discordibus Mundi | The Clash of Worlds

[Quantum Leek]

Character Application

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Format

You may format your skeletons in any way you wish, so long as all the required information is included. If you wish to include extras, feel free to do so.

Races

Perhaps there was a time in Fydine when all races lived separately, but no longer. While are those who remain aloof, such as the elves of Nithia and the Drow of Sha'ar, most races intermingle freely in Lansimar and Itaamar both. There are countless creatures of all sort scattered across Fydine in all walks of life. You may choose to be any race (within reason) that you wish.

• Mages
• Soldiers
• The Faithful
• Independent Armies

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  Mages, or professional magic-users, exist only in Lansimar. To become a Mage, a magic-user must have passed the Mage Exam at the Tower of High Sorcery. Once they have passed the Exam, they receive a Magename and earn the right to wear robes. For the sake of this RP, all Mages will be teachers from the SCME. This means that they earn a salary for teaching apprentices--each Mage is placed with one or two apprentices and tasked with the job of education that apprentice. When the apprentice is ready, he or she will take the Exam.
  
  
  An Apprentice is any magic-user that is training under a Mage-master. They are often school-aged children, but sometimes older depending on when their education began. They come from all over Fydine from all sorts of backgrounds to the SCME to be matched with a Mage-master and learn control over their magic.
  
  
  An Archmage is an elite mage, chosen from the ranks of the most skilled and powerful Mages. New Archmages are chosen by the current Archmages--the Magical community is small enough that, for the most part, any Mage who is active in it is like to receive due attention if he or she is exceptional. Their ranks are limited and very difficult to join: oftentimes a Mage will be asked to prove him or herself by the Archmages in a unique way. The Archmages reside in the Tower of High Sorcery. It is their job to administer the Mage Exam to apprentices, to oversee magical happenings in Fydine, and to research magic both new and old. Very rarely an Archmage will have an apprentice of their own--though many apprentices apply to be taken in by the Tower, only the most promising are granted that privilege.
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Apprentices

  
  
  

  
  NAME
  
  AGE
  
  (10+)
  
  GENDER
  
  RACE
  
  SEXUALITY
  
  MAGIC(s)
  
  (Choose one or more Magicks for them to wield: keep in mind, if you have more than one they should compliment each other and that a character with one magic will be more powerful in that magic than a character with two or more. In general, their power in Magicks should add up to 100%. For example, a student could have 100% earth magic, with that 33-33-33 split between the three branches. Or they could have Black and Psi magicks, but be only be gifted in certain branches, for example: 8: Dark, 2: SIght would mean that have 80% Dark Magic and only 20% Sight.)
  
  YEARS AS APPRENTICE
  
  (see below)
  
  MAGE-MASTER
  
  (You may make either a new apprentice, who initially has no Mage-master, or an older apprentice who has had the same Mage-master. For the second case, you will need to collaborate with another player to design a backstory for their character and yours. If you wish to create an apprentice who needs to be matched with a Mage-master, I will match your character with a Mage)
  
  BIOGRAPHY
  
  PERSONALITY
  
  APPEARANCE
  
  (include picture(s) along with descriptors--for instance, their height, or any distinguishing markings, etc.)
  
  ALIGNMENT
  
  (if you're not familiar with the alignment system, read up on it here)
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  Mages

  
  
  

  
  BIRTH NAME
  
  (Full name, like John Smith or Jane Doe)
  
  MAGENAME
  
  (Magenames will be used to replace their last name in professional situations. Old friends may still know a Mage as John Smith, but to his students and colleagues he'll be known as John Swiftstrike, or simply Master Swiftstrike).
  
  AGE
  
  (22+)
  
  GENDER
  
  RACE
  
  SEXUALITY
  
  MAGIC(s)
  
  (Choose one or more Magicks for them to wield: keep in mind, if you have more than one they should compliment each other and that a character with one magic will be more powerful in that magic than a character with two or more. In general, their power in Magicks should add up to 100%. For example, a student could have 100% earth magic, with that 33-33-33 split between the three branches. Or they could have Black and Psi magicks, but be only be gifted in certain branches, for example: 80-20 Dark-Sight would mean that have 80% Dark Magic and only 20% Sight.)
  
  YEARS AS A MAGE-MASTER
  
  (this should mesh with your character's age. If your Mage is the minimum age (22), then they MUST be a brand-new Mage-master. Thus, the number of years as a Mage-master would be 0. You can, however, make an older Mage who is still a new teacher.)
  
  APPRENTICE(s)
  
  (If your Mage currently has no students, you may update this later, after you have been matched with someone. If, however, you want to form a history with another character, you can collaborate with another player to make this happen.) (Include number of years with each apprentice)
  
  BIOGRAPHY
  
  PERSONALITY
  
  PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
  
  (include picture(s) along with descriptors--for instance, their height, or any distinguishing markings, etc.)
  
  ALIGNMENT
  
  (if you're not familiar with the alignment system, read up on it here)
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  Archmages

  Archmages are not currently being accepted.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Soldiers come from all corners of Fydine; some are enlisted in various city guards, or even the Kingsguard of Itaamar. Others are veterans, returning to service at this time of dire need. Still others are not, and have never been, soldiers before--whether they be young men or women desperate to help, or freelance mercenaries or adventurers--but they have come nonetheless. These people have either no Magic, or so little Magic that it would do them no good to train it (note that, in the second care, these people can only be from Lansimar. Even the smallest gift of Magic is a death sentence in Itaamar).
  
  
  

  Rank

  
  
  
  Rank in the Army of Fydine is determined based on a soldier's merit and previous experience. A mercenary who has never before served in an armed force will likely be a private, unless he or she has somehow proved him/herself. An old veteran, returning to service may be given a much high rank, based on his previous experience in leadership.
  
  
  From lowest to highest:
  
  
  Private (unlimited)
  
  
  Corporal (unlimited)
  
  
  Sergeant (4 available)
  
  
  Lieutenant (2 available)
  
  
  Captain (2 available)
  
  
  General (1 available)
  
  
  Battlmaster (NPC Only)
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Soldiers

  
  
  

  
  NAME
  
  AGE
  
  (18+)
  
  GENDER
  
  RACE
  
  SEXUALITY
  
  PROFESSION
  
  RANK
  
  COMBAT STYLE
  
  APPEARANCE
  
  (include picture(s) along with descriptors--for instance, their height, or any distinguishing markings, etc.)
  
  WEAPON(S)
  
  BIOGRAPHY
  
  PERSONALITY
  
  ALIGNMENT
  
  (if you're not familiar with the alignment system, read up on it here)
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  The Faithful hail almost exclusively from Itaamar. While that is not to say that there are no priests in Lansimar, but merely that these people would be, in general, of very little help in a war, except to raise morale. The Faithful are magic-users who have dedicated their lives to the service of one God, and use their abilities only in service of their patron deity. The Paladins are devoted only to Afflatus--they are often known as Afflatus' Hand, or Afflatus' Justice, for they dole out judgement and justice upon the people of Fydine.
  
  The Paladins, those exclusively trained in Naloma, are often seen in Lansimar, doing Afflatus' bidding. They are trained in combat arts as well as White magic--most especially, they are trained in the branch of Light. Paladins are known as Ser (the title is used for both males and females), and wear the symbol of Afflatus upon their armor. Unlike other magic-users, the paladins are not hindered by use of heavy armor.
  
  The Clerics are more akin to Lansimar's Mages, excepting that they gain strength in magic not through use of Mana, but through Prayer. Furthermore, they are only ever gifted in one single type of Magick (though they may be skilled in one or more branches of that Magick), corresponding to the element of their patron deity.
  
  

  
  

  
  
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  Paladins

  
  
  

  
  NAME
  
  AGE
  
  (21+)
  
  GENDER
  
  RACE
  
  SEXUALITY
  
  COMBAT STYLE
  
  MAGIC
  
  (While Paladins are restricted to using only White Magic, there are three branches of specialization available to them. A paladin can have skills in any or all of these branches. Keep in mind that that a character with one specialization will be more powerful in that branch than a character with two or more. In general, their power in each branch should add up to 100%. For example, a paladin who is skilled in all three branches could have 33-33-33 healing-protection-light, or a paladin who could not heal, but was very skilled in Light magic might have 20-80 protection-light specialization.)
  
  APPEARANCE
  
  (include picture(s) along with descriptors--for instance, their height, or any distinguishing markings, etc.)
  
  WEAPON(S)
  
  BIOGRAPHY
  
  PERSONALITY
  
  ALIGNMENT
  
  (if you're not familiar with the alignment system, read up on it here)
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  Clerics

  
  
  

  
  NAME
  
  AGE
  
  (18+)
  
  GENDER
  
  RACE
  
  SEXUALITY
  
  DEITY
  
  MAGIC
  
  (While Clerics are restricted to using only the Magic of their God, there may be branches of specialization available to them. A cleric can have skills in any or all of these branches. Keep in mind that that a character with one specialization will be more powerful in that branch than a character with two or more. In general, their power in each branch should add up to 100%. For example, a cleric of Augur who is skilled in all three branches of Psi could have 33-33-33 empathy-sight-telepathy, or she could be specialized only in sight, with a focus on Illusions, with some telepathy: Sight - 80-20 Illusions-Telepathy.)
  
  APPEARANCE
  
  (include picture(s) along with descriptors--for instance, their height, or any distinguishing markings, etc.)
  
  WEAPON(S)
  
  BIOGRAPHY
  
  PERSONALITY
  
  ALIGNMENT
  
  (if you're not familiar with the alignment system, read up on it here)
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  Soldiers come to the Tower from all over Fydine--including civilizations that consider themselves otherwise apart from goings-on in Lansimar or Itaamar. These soldiers, including elves from Nithia, may wield magic in spite of not being Mages. Furthermore, they do not fall under the jurisdiction of officers from the Army of Fydine, excepting the Battlemaster.
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Independents

  
  
  

  
  NAME
  
  AGE
  
  (18+)
  
  GENDER
  
  RACE
  
  SEXUALITY
  
  PROFESSION
  
  MAGIC
  
  (Choose one or more Magicks for them to wield: keep in mind, if you have more than one they should compliment each other and that a character with one magic will be more powerful in that magic than a character with two or more. In general, their power in Magicks should add up to 100%. For example, a student could have 100% earth magic, with that 33-33-33 split between the three branches. Or they could have Black and Psi magicks, but be only be gifted in certain branches, for example: 80-20 Dark-Sight would mean that have 80% Dark Magic and only 20% Sight.)
  
  COMBAT STYLE
  
  APPEARANCE
  
  (include picture(s) along with descriptors--for instance, their height, or any distinguishing markings, etc.)
  
  WEAPON(S)
  
  BIOGRAPHY
  
  PERSONALITY
  
  ALIGNMENT
  
  (if you're not familiar with the alignment system, read up on it here)
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[DrakeAlistair]

SCME Employee File:


Nikomis Crimsongaze - Mage-Master
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• General Information
• Magical Information
• Personal Information

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  Birth Name
  
  Unknown
  
  
  
  Only name ever given was Nikomis. Some research shows that this is a word in a demonic tongue meaning either 'power' or 'great potential' depending on the context. It seems unlikely that someone would actually name their child from a demonic language
  
  
  
  Age
  
  Thirty
  
  Race
  
  Human
  
  Gender
  
  Male
  
  Sexuality
  
  Unknown
  
  
  
  Observation of habits in his youth suggest he was asexual, but pressured into experimentation by his peers. More recent observation, however, shows interest in one female in particular. Suggests that he may, in fact, be
  
  demisexual
  
  , and had never been close to anyone before.
  
  
  
  Alignment
  
  Neutral Evil
  
  
  
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  Magic(s)
  
  
  
  90: Black (70: Dark, 10: Death, 10: Necromancy)
  
  
  
  
  10: Psi (Sight only)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Years in Employ
  
  
  
  Five
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Apprentice(s)
  
  
  
  Lindzi - five years
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Personality
  
  
  
  In a word: callous. Nikomis has never shown much regard for anyone but himself. Many would go so far as to call him a cold-hearted self-serving bastard. He is motivated entirely by selfish desires, doing nothing that does not improve his own position. Rarely does he show respect for rules or authority; to assume that any authority was higher than his own would be an affront.
  
  
  
  
  He prefers the company of himself above any others. That is not to say he is too arrogant for interactions--though sometimes he does display an outward arrogance--but rather, that he loathes interaction. In social situations he is silently reclusive or coldly arrogant with nothing in between. If he opens up behind closed doors, it is only to a select few.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Biography
  
  
  
  Nikomis enrolled in the SCME as an apprentice at the age of thirteen. Before this time, very little is know about his past. It
  
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  known that he spent some short weeks at a different school before being moved, his teachers citing difficulty fitting in and trouble socializing. At the SCME he was paired with Mage-master Slyth Soulsteal and spent his younger years learning, largely in solitude. His Mage-master was, similar to Nikomis, a recluse; neither interacted much with others when they were present at the school. More often than not, however, they were away; Master Soulsteal preferred to teach on the road. Nikomis' progress was tracked by the school once a year and he was found to make great improvements in leaps and bounds. Questions were raised about Master Soulsteal's reaching methods--some feared he pushed his apprentice too hard, teaching him dangerous methods to expand his mana pool rapidly--but investigation never turned up any conclusive evidence.
  
  
  
  
  Nikomis passed his Mage Exam early, at the age of eighteen. He earned the name Crimsongaze and disappeared for a few years following. It is unknown what he did with this time, but apparently he never returned to the SCME or had any further contact with his former Mage-master. Master Soulsteal himself died suddenly in his room at the SCME not long after Niko's disappearance. He was found sitting in his chair with his eyes and mouth open and a look of horror upon his face. Healers were unable to ascertain the cause of his death--for all intents and purposes he simply ceased to live.
  
  
  
  
  Seven years after earning his Magename, Niko returned to the SCME to apply for a teaching position. He was then twenty-five, and the Archmages noted a considerable surge in his power since he had passed the Exam. He was granted the position--though with some reservation--there were those among the Archmages who feared Nikomis, by now. The boy had always been one to keep an eye on--and not necessarily in a good way. For better or worse he was granted the position and has taught at the SCME for the past five years. Though no formal complaints have been filed against him, some have noted that his teaching methods are... unconventional.
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[ladyaliciaaa]

M A R C E L L A


K E N S I N G T O N


Lieutenant soldier.

Overview

NAME|Marcella Sebastian Kensington // Kensington to comrades, Mars to relatives and close friends.


AGE|26.


GENDER|Female


RACE|Human


SEXUALITY|Pansexual

Appearance

PROFESSION|Soldier


RANK|Lieutenant


YEARS OF EMPLOY|5 years.


COMBAT STYLE|Close Quarters Combat


APPEARANCE|Bearing a height of around 5'7, Marcella is an intimidating figure in the midst of a battle. Wispy ebony hair graze against shaped cheekbones, roughly chopped just below her shoulders. Mars' muddy green eyes tend to absorb her surroundings in a matter of a few minutes, they are incredibly noticeable against the whiteness of her skin which is almost always behind a polished helmet during training in which she spends the majority of her days doing hence very hale and surprisingly very smooth considering the amount of times she's got bashed about.


Her broad shoulders and muscular figure is to be expected from hours of hauling heavy things, slicing up straw people, shooting arrows and running through rough terrain. Marcella tends to have her hair in a simple ponytail or curled on fancier occasions. The woman is inclined to dress in finery and paint her lips when it appeals to her, one does get weary of being behind armor for so long.


QUIRKS|Sometimes she even wears her makeup beneath the helmet for her own pleasure. It's a secret though.


WEAPON(S)|Trained in Bow and Arrow, Crossbow, Quarterstaff, Swords and Knives.


Prefers using swords, a Battle Axe and the sharpness of her tongue.

In Depth

BIOGRAPHY|With her mother passing away on the battlefield when she was just twelve, Marcella sought to follow in her footsteps and take on an occupation as a soldier in the army situated in the capital city of Nalomi in which she has lived her whole life in. Her father, ever supportive of his daughter, tutored her in the skill of wielding daggers and hand-to-hand combat at fifteen when her aspiration became the youth's driving force. Although he was encouraging toward her, Mr. Kensington would occasionally disappear on her for weeks on end to get drunk with the other fishermen in their city and fish for seafood to sell in order to earn income which slowly trickled in small amounts.


The girl was left to her own devices alone on their small plot of land for farming. With much time on her hands after leaving school at seventeen. Time which she passed by trawling with her father, painting, training and tending to the livestock, her favorite being 'Mint' the family stallion, who remains her faithful steed till this very day.


At twenty-one Marcella enrolled into training in the army as a private, slowly but surely the soldier made her way up the ranks. All the while tolerating sexist behaviors from various male and some female comrades, grueling drills under unfavorable environments and in the end proving herself to be a loyal, trustworthy and brave trooper. Later on, becoming promoted to Lieutenant soldier at the age of twenty-four. Having a history of knightly relatives, and a female knight as a mother their family faced much fire and disagreement against them. Mars is fed up with it all, she has seen too much of the anger and fear in the world despite this her hope for a better world burns brighter than ever.


Now that news of a battle between dark forces has spread like wildfire throughout Fydine, Marissa is ready to cross the river for the first time and fight for the good in the world which she has vowed to protect until death.





PERSONALITY|Thought to be rather stoic and obedient toward commands, she is largely despised by lower ranks for apparently trying too hard to please the commander. Which is partially true only because she is determined to prove her worth. Her courageous, enchanting soldier of a mother forever standing as a figurehead and role model whom she holds in her highest esteem.


Despite nasty rumors that she is fully aware of, Marcella does not pay much attention to their hearsay and instead reinforces her stone barriers day by day, behind which a gentle, fragile soul really lies.


She's afraid that one day those walls might just be torn down.





Never one to shy away from challenge and becomes easily angered by those that insult herself and those of lower status. Evidently, only she is permitted to do so toward the newly enrolled. The Lieutenant will not hesitate to defend those she feels deeply for and on days where she is in a pleasant mood will happily engage in conversation with people she finds intriguing.




ALIGNMENT|

Chaotic Neutral

 

[Elephantom]

NAME


William C. Rilington


AGE


62


GENDER


Male


RACE


Human


SEXUALITY


Heterosexual


PROFESSION


Soldier


RANK


General


COMBAT STYLE


Most of his combative activity are described as intense close quarters engagement, and it has been years since he last touched a longbow or a crossbow.


APPEARANCE

William seems to possess a fairly fit physique in terms of man of his age. Time took his toll, as he seems to be, in some aspects, not as fit as he was in his earlier years. However, this doesn't hinder his swordfighting skills, not will it restrict the limits of his actual strength. In a more concise way, he's quite balanced, but leans on the muscular side a bit. He can be seen as quite an intimidating, seeing as his height is about 6'3", whilst his approximate weight is 196 lb. He can be easily identified, aside from his facial appearance, by a rather long scar running down from the uppermost areas of his left arm, which runs from his wrist to to his elbow. It was seemingly inflicted by a bear, or so he claims. Ironically, he received the injury whilst he was out hunting bears for sport, and his guards proved to be quite incompetent, and the rest is quite obvious.


WEAPON


He carries your typically long zweihander, mostly used by mercenaries of an European descent, some people find it odd for a man in his age to use such a heavy weapon, however, he considers it as a weapon he's connected with and knows how to properly use, seeing as he's been using this same weapon since he started his military career. And to top that off, this weapon isn't actually that heavy, seeing that it's manufactured from one of the most effective steel in the lands. Other than that, he seldom seems to use a bastard sword, with a scabbarb of course, coupled with a kite shield which is slung on the guige strap across his back when not actively in use.





BIOGRAPHY


(This excerpt was taken from a short biography he had written in a personal journal, few soldiers have knowledge of this, and are either high-ranked or close friends.)


I'll try to keep this fairly brief and short, for I don't want to riddle whomever reads this with unsightly burdens, that is, if anyone ever manages to read this. I do know, that there are better writers out there in this lands, but I do not happen to he one well-versed in the art of literature, yet I'll do my best to keep up with this year's literature significance.


I was born in the Lansimar district of Fydine, to two people, whom I consider my biological parents, of course, that's quite obvious. If there was a distinct separation or racial differences of people in Fydine, I'd be classified as a hybrid of both Itaamar and Lansimar. Although in more depth, I'd rather be loosely classified as a elve-human hybrid. Seeing as after my in-depth research and analysis of my ancestry, has led me to believe that some of my ancestors in a time long past, have been elves, which somewhat dictates that I have elve blood running in my veins, although to a somewhat lesser extent.


My parents have told me, that I was a fairly vigorous and ambitious kid who had dreams of becoming a general, and that happened to be true, but I won't dwell on that matter for too long. My childhood wasn't riddled with any dramatic errors or problems, and I must say, it did go fairly easy and good, with only a few simply bumps here and there, pretty trivial matter. My dreams of enlisting in the army, had moved on away in my more later years, growing an appreciation for the more artistic careers, and a love for music. My parents were fairly disappointed at my future life choices, seeing as my father wanted me to be exactly like him, a military soldier, not a scholar or a historian. My figurative pathway took a drastic drift, as I took on to enlist in the army, at the bright age of 21.


My time in the military was quite long. At my more earlier years in this career, I was often touted by many to be most confident and cheerful person, seeing as most people that surrounded me were war veterans, experienced soldier, or if talking about recruits here, they were brats and misfits at their best. I fear I may have been dragging this matter for way too long than what I first planned on writing, and as such, I'll proceed to a more tense part of my life. My years in the army took a mental toll on me, I lost my cheerfulness, which was soon replaced by a bold and straightforward attitude, coupled with a bitter rage. Even my fond appreciation for music steadily withered away.


In my mid-30's, I was already a bright captain by then. I met a fine woman, with whom I acquainted myself with for a year or so, before finally marrying her. If I may be as bold as to be frank, I finally ended up with two sons.


My experience on the field had greatly increased, having been on the job for a few years, not that I ever left my career to retired, no. Most people tend to do it rather quickly, but I clung onto my job with great determination. As I'd foreseen, I quickly grew up to the rank of general, a fine rank it was, but my hopes of becoming a battlemaster were quickly extinguished, as the position was already taken. I choked my hopes down, before just aspiring to be a good general. Seeing as there was a rare moment of peace in the lands, I finally came to grow a more better personality, or if I more precisely described it, a more composed nature. I wasn't the aggressive and hot-headed man anymore, I had indeed outgrew my shell, but I did retain that confidence, idealism and vigour, all of which were the better virtues my old self fervently held.


But as the years moved ahead, which is the present, or that of the time I'm writing this now, times of great distress flood this lands. The coming of a greater evil is sensed and directly shown, as I wait with bated breath for its disappearance, although I do know that it cannot be done without a few sacrifices, and for which, I'm greatly distressed, knowing that I cannot foresee the future for the fate of Fydine now lies on the abysmal depths of the unknown.





PERSONALITY


If he was to be described within a sentence, he'd best be distinguished as a vigorous and energetic individual, who's brimming with confidence, and doesn't let his age get in the way of his endeavours. Nevertheless, he's a really benevolent individual, who isn't lacking in terms of magnanimity, and who has reformed rather quickly from his old attitude, an aggressive and hot-headed nature he did possess in his earlier years. He's also quite composed and cool-headed, taking time to decide an action and planning it ahead, and as such, he may also be a bit slow in decision making, but he's also careful not make a choice that's completely reckless. He also has a cheery attitude whenever the time doesn't require it, or when he's near his close friends or families, but otherwise, he has a pragmatic disposition, yet, he also seems to be quite idealistic of the future and his numerous endeavours.


He's quite patriotic to his nation, although not overtly to a crazy extent. He's also quite a quick learner, and a bit on the witty side too, however, this side of his personality is one of his lesser shown ones. However he may be calm, everyone in this whole world is prone to anger, and as such, he gets quite blunt whenever he's extremely irritated. Other than that, he also seems to have a, and as mentioned above, a very energetic and enthusiastic personality.


ALIGNMENT


Lawful good

 

[Mykinkaiser]

Reiner Fulke


(note: Often travels under aliases)

(Note: The clothing isn't completely right and he doesn't use a katana but this is generally what he looks like)


AGE: 247 years old, appears to be in his early 20s.


GENDER: Male


RACE: Human


SEXUALITY: Heterosexual


PROFESSION: Mercenary for hire


Rank: Private


MAGIC: Reiner’s curse grants him much enhanced physical capabilities, especially in regards to strength, agility, and durability as well as granting him the ability to see in the darkness and a sort of slow physical regeneration.The curse also grants him many characteristics of the undead. Poisons and spells designed to harm, specifically through the use of dark or demonic magic, heal him while healing spells and potions, such as light magic, are deadly. The main ability the curse grants Reiner is the ability to suck the life and mana out of other people in order to heal his own wounds or further increase his physical abilities. By varying the rate of absorption Reiner can make this an immensely painful experience or a nigh-unnoticeable one. He can also use it to incapacitate rather than kill should he so desire. Due to this, Reiner is unable to use magic himself. If a mage or other being that is well in-tune with magic were to stand near him for an extended period of time they would feel as if they were being tainted by the curse, kind of like if they were standing in a bog filled with poisonous fumes but in regards to magic. That said, it is just a highly unpleasant feeling and does no lasting harm. Reiner is, because of the curse, physically unable to eat, drink, or sleep and no longer ages. Instead he is kept alive by the curse itself. His sense of pain is also incredibly dulled by the curse. In fact, due to him not needing to eat he also has no need to breath, though he does so artificially so as not to arouse suspicion. Also, should one check, they'll find that he had not heartbeat either. Should Reiner be struck down he will be resurrected by the curse about a day later unless very strong, as in archemage level or higher, holy magic is used to purify him within this time. Should weaker magic be used it will at most delay his resurrection.


COMBAT STYLE: Reiner is incredibly skilled in many forms of combat due to his long life but he is primarily a close-up fighter. He has also, over the years, become accustomed to fighting mages and as such is quite skilled at it, though he often finds it very troublesome, especially in the case of light mages.


APPEARANCE: Reiner has messy black hair with bangs that go down to about his eyes shoved off to the side. His eyes are a dark blood red and seem to glow and flicker slightly as if on fire. He has a light dusting of stubble on his face, but it isn’t too thick. He stands 5’9” (175.26cm) tall and weighs 172 lbs. (~78 kg). That said, he is built rather lean and thus his frame doesn’t really reflect his weight. Reiner is an handsome man in a rugged way, but his looks are often marred by the nigh-constant lazy, mocking smile on his face. On his back is a large red and black rune wheel (think Norse runes) that glows in the same manner as his eyes. A serpent, with the same sort of runes on its body and the same coloration, extends from the rune wheel and wraps around his right arm arm, ending with its mouth open halfway between his elbow and wrist. He also has a tattoo of a sword with the words “All will be made well” on the blade on the inside of his right arm. He wears a black coat that extends to his knees and is belted at the waist. He also wears a grey shirt and pants and black boots. He wears fingerless gloves under his gauntlets as well as a metal ring inscribed with runes on a cord around his neck.


WEAPONS: Reiner carries a one-handed bearded axe on his back. He also carries a boot knife in his right boot as well as a large knife with a knuckle guard, almost a short sword, on the back of his belt. Finally Reiner wears dark metal punching gauntlets that go to his elbows and have short pyramidal spikes on the knuckles over the sleeves of his coat. The gauntlets are made of an extremely strong yet light metal that is also highly resistant to magic.

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BIOGRAPHY: Reiner was born to Thomas and Cassandra Fulke, a pair of mercenaries who traveled with a band made up of other mercenaries in Itaamar. However, when Cassandra became pregnant the pair left the band and settled down to raise their son, his father working around the village as a village watchman As soon as Reiner could hold a weapon his parents began to teach him to fight, something that Reiner proved to have a knack for at an early age. They also taught him other skills such as how to survive in the wilderness, basic cooking, lockpicking, essentially all the skills a mercenary needs. Predictably, when Reiner was old enough in their eyes (he was 15) they began to take him out on jobs with them, starting off with easy ones before progressing to harder and more rewarding jobs as Reiner got more and more experienced. One thing to note is that at this point Reiner and his family travelled a lot, going across the river several times. As such, Reiner never developed a fear of magic like many of his countrymen as he was able to see that it was a tool, whether it was used for good or evil entirely depended on the wielder, just like a sword. When Reiner turned 20 he broke off from his parents and began his own career as a mercenary. However, on his second job on his own Reiner was contracted to enter a cave and bring back an amulet for a noble in Lanismar. Even though the pay seemed too high for a job that seemed to be very easy Reiner didn’t question it due to both greed and inexperience in actually choosing jobs. As such Reiner set out, finding the cave in a very remote area and entering it to find what appeared to be a tomb. Blinded by the thought of his payday Reiner disregarded the carvings around the tomb which admonished potential grave robbers and warned of a great punishment should anything be taken. He quickly found the amulet in question on a skeleton, presumably of the owner of the tomb, and grabbed it. Due to the fact that nothing happened immediately Reiner figured that the carvings were just a bunch of bullshit designed to scare people and thus turned to leave. The moment he stepped out of the cave though, he felt a searing pain in his right hand in which he was holding the amulet. He tried to drop it but he found that he couldn’t. Looking down he saw, to his horror, a line of red and black runes began to snake from the amulet and wrap their way around his arm, moving up towards his body. As this happened the pain grew and grew until Reiner’s voice became hoarse from screaming, at which point he blacked out. Once he awoke he saw that the runes remained on his body and the amulet was cracked. Terrified he went back into the tomb and tried to give the amulet back but there was no response. Getting unsteadily to his feet he left the cave and tried to see the noble again but was turned away at the gate. Not knowing what else to do Reiner went to the tavern to try to drink himself piss drunk. This endeavor failed, for when he took a drink the ale simply vanished in his mouth, he could neither taste it nor swallow it. Reiner then tried frantically over the next few days to find someone to tell him what the hell was going on but was turned away at every door, the noble having spread the word of what had happened. Eventually, Reiner, terrified and hopeless, was at his wit’s end and tried to break into the house of a sorcerer to demand answers. He was caught by the guards and when he fought back, injuring one of the guards, another stabbed him in the chest, killing him. Imagine Reiner’s fear and surprise when he woke up the next day in a grave. He clawed his way out and ran for days, neither eating nor sleeping as he felt the need for neither. He thought about contacting his parents but decided not to for fear that they would reject him too. He spent the next 10 years searching all around, never aging, for a way to lift the curse like a man possessed. It was only when he learned that his parents had died during a job, thinking that he was dead, that he stopped looking. During his mourning Reiner realized that he didn’t care about lifting the curse anymore. His search for just that had deprived him of the chance to see his parents one more time before they had died. Collecting himself Reiner began to experiment with the curse in order to learn more about it and, eventually, he came to accept it as a part of himself. He then went back into mercenary work. Eventually, a prophecy came down to the people, boding of war. Figuring it was a good chance to make some money Reiner began to head to where armies were gathering to find work.


PERSONALITY: On the surface Reiner is very sardonic, cynical, and facetious. These traits, coupled with his disregard for authority and good manners can make him rather difficult to get along with. But if you manage to gain his trust and friendship in order to see below the surface you will realize that he is a somewhat lonely man with a wry sense of humor.


Due to his long life and many experiences Reiner tends to take most things in stride and is rarely fazed by the occurrences around him, though he tends to be more surprised by good events than bad ones. Reiner likes peace and quiet and is more comfortable at night than in the daytime. Reiner has come to terms with his curse and accepts it as a part of him, though he does occasionally miss being able to eat. Reiner tends not to associate with people of his own accord but doesn't go out of his way to avoid it.


Furthermore, Reiner doesn't especially care about the fate of either country and the people therein, in fact Reiner doesn't really much care for people and generally does what he wants. Furthermore, Reiner has no special respect for mages, treating them like he would anyone else. Reiner also has no fear of death, having lived as long as he has. That said, he has no desire to go out easy and will thus not throw his life away. Rather, he intends to go kicking, screaming, and dragging someone else down with him.


Reiner also tends to keep his distance from healers, light mages, and paladins mainly due to the fact that they make him a bit uneasy due to his curse. He has nothing against them and their work, so long as there work doesn't involve him in said work that is.


ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral

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[DancesWithVulcans]

Pass me her student file, I cannot believe someone knowingly paired those two together.

Name


Lindzi __________

Interview Note: Last name unknown. The student claims last name "Sky," however suspicion exists that this was arbitrarily chosen.

Age


18


Gender


Female


Race


Fae- Pixie


Sexuality


Heterosexual


Magic


Weather - Wind


Appearance (Most recent image attached)

Height:

5'4''


Hair Color:

Brown



Additional Notes:

Chin length and layered





Eye Color:

Lavender



Additional Notes:

Large





Build:

Slender, athletic

Race Related Physical Descriptions

Wing Color & Shape:

Purple, narrow, most closely resemble dragonfly wings



The student has the small, pointed nose, large eyes and long, pointed ears typical for her race.






Additional Notes:

Besides sharing typical facial features of her race, Lindzi has proven herself to be a skilled flier and proficient in hand to hand combat, in which she utilizes her races above average speed to compensate for weaker than average offensive magical ability.



Identifiers (Scars/tattoos/markings):

• Long ~5in jagged scar along right collar bone, most likely from a knife or dagger.
  
• Long ~6in, straight scar running up left inner forearm, medical records indicate it was a result from a school sanctioned sparing match.
  
• Faded burn scars, upper arms between elbows and shoulder, thighs between knees and upper thighs, back of neck. Medical records indicate they resulted from a battle with a fire elemental, healed by [Omitted]
  

Years as Apprentice


7*


Mage-Master


Nikomis Crimsongaze

File Update: Nikomis is Lindzi's second mage master, she has been with Nikomis for 5 years. Lindzi's first mage master [Omitted] relinquished responsibility of the student and left S.C.M.E. Current whereabouts remain unknown.

• Biography
• Personality

• 
  
  
  Biography
  
  
  The student is reluctant to give details about her life prior to S.C.M.E., previous profiles note a strong aversion to having her wings touched or approached, suggesting previous wing-related trauma.*
  
  
  Previous student interviews were able to determine that Lindzi was some sort of changeling, and that the humans she was left with became hostile upon discovery of her true nature. Considering the average growth patterns of pixies, it's believed that problems arose upon wing growth, which typically occurs around the age of four or five. Coupled with her above mentioned trauma and taking into account that her medical profile lists no wind injuries since she arrived at S.C.M.E., it is believed that one or both of her human parents attempted to tear or rip her wings off.
  
  
  
  Wings, specifically those of a membrane or skin like texture, are often quite fragile. The wings of pixie's for example rip quite easily, especially in younger patients. Pixie wings are covered in small veins and connected to the rest of the body by much larger ones. A rip or tear in a wing is considered a life threatening and catastrophic injury. Without treatment, a patient can bleed our in a matter of minutes if the damage is severe enough. Further reading can be found on page 348 of this text.
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Personality
  
  
  Personality & Psychology Interview Conducted by Master Hazel Mayweather. Please note that due to her magic, her writing style differs within an acceptable range of standard profile author guidelines; the below summary has been edited for length and clarity.
  
  
  
  
  Lindzi is a very sweet young lady... She is bright and cheerful, although it is easy to see, at least for me, that part of her bubbly personality is a facade. However, it is my belief that she does this in an attempt to keep up not only her own spirits, but the spirit of others, and she should not be made aware that her efforts are anything less than honorable. She has a strong desire to please others, especially her mage master, the unfortunate Nikomis, and is highly defensive of him. Above all, it appears that she desires to be helpful and of use to others, and loves to be asked for assistance in any matter. It is my opinion that in order to avoid any conflict with this normally very friendly pixie, one should avoid the topic of her mage master altogether. Despite her sunny disposition, Lindzi has proven herself to be quite perceptive, although she doesn't always make this known. She is well aware that her optimism is often mistaken for nativity and ignorance, but I feel as though that, at this point, the poor dear is quite resigned to it. In addition, Lindzi appears to be painfully aware that her magic is weak, and it would appear that comments on her lack of offensive ability are quite effective in ruining her mood. Again, as this seems to be a touchy subject, it is suggested that her magic be left out of conversation as well. ***Along with, of course, her very, very obvious affection (although that seems to be stating it lightly) for her mage master.
  
  
  
  
  ***
  
  
  It is of the review committee's opinion that these statements are invalid. It is unlikely anyone could harbor affection for that man and we of the committee deem it
  
  impossible
  
  for him to harbor any emotion, least of all affection, for anyone or anything
  
  .
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Overall, Lindzi is a sweet, trusting girl, perhaps too trusting. She is determined to see the best in everyone, even if that person has proven to others that they have no shred of decency left within them. However, just because she is kind, does not mean she is to be underestimated or dismissed. It is my professional opinion that under the correct circumstances, she has the potential to change from a breeze to a hurricane.
  
  

 

[Wandering Grim Hollow]

Ser Elise Rook

The Wandering Paladin

​

Music soothes the soul. The sword liberates it. The Gods claim it. Are we truly in control of our own souls?

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• Combat
• Personal

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  AGE: 22
  
  
  GENDER: Female
  
  
  
  
  
  Appearance:
  
  
  Height: 1.62m
  
  
  Physique: Slim
  
  
  Distinguishing markings: A thin scar across her left cheek fro a training accident.
  
  
  
  
  
  RACE: Human
  
  
  SEXUALITY: Demisexual
  
  
  ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  COMBAT STYLE:
  
  
  Elise's combat style revolves around outlasting and tricking her opponant. Her natural penchent for protection White Magic helps in this case to offset her weaker offensive magic. Even with this handicap, Elise is skilled with her katzbalger arming sword which compliments her swift footing.
  
  
  MAGIC: 100 White Magic
  
  
  Protection: 40
  
  
  Healing: 45
  
  
  Light: 15
  
  
  WEAPON:
  
  
  A katzbalger arming sword. A weapon used more for slashing due to its rounded tip and broad, flat blade. It has a distinctive S-shaped hilt which makes a good defense against slashing attacks but its open holes leave her hands prime targets for thrusting weapons.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  PERSONALITY:
  
  
  Elise is a person of few words, preferring to watch then take part of a conversation. She does come off as being a cold person initially but her stoic side hides a melancholic person who found out how unfair "Justice" is. While she is loyal to her cause and Afflatus, she harbored a deep distaste to her country's hypocrisy. This led to her rather melancholic outlook in life. Despite that, she is willing to help anyone in need. No matter who they were and what their background was.
  
  
  BIOGRAPHY:
  
  
  Elise's early childhood can be described as a moral and emotional roller-coaster. Born as the only daughter of a musician and a baker, Elise was initially eager to help out with her mother's bakery and learn how to bake bread while also learning how to play the ocarina. Her halcyon days were filled with peace and fun until that one fateful day before her 12th birthday. She was just out playing with a couple of friends when one of them discovered that she had a talent with Wind magic.
  
  
  While initially fearful of being caught and labeled as heretics, they discovered that magic is only as dangerous as its user. In this case, a girl who was a year younger then Elise herself. While figuring out the limitations and potential of wind magic, they were discovered by a group of guards who immediately captured them. Elise and her friends were then forced to watch as their friend was put to death and were lectured about the dangers of magic. That incident change Elise. She became withdrawn and would spend most of her days playing with her ocarina to try and forget the traumatic image of her friend's death.
  
  
  She eventually decided to join the Paladins after witnessing one help heal an injured traveler despite the fact that he was from across river. Her training days went by without much accident other then one which gave her her scar and was noted to focus more on Protection and Healing magic. After becoming an official Paladin, she spent her days wandering around the countryside. Offering aid to any in need, no matter who they are and what they are capable of.
  
  
  

Acts of goodness are not always wise, and acts of evil are not always foolish. Even so, we must always strive to do good.

 

[Quantum Leek]

S E R | E Y C I L | o f | L L Y N B E C K

​

• General Information
• Combat Information
• Biography
• Personality

• 
  
  
  NAME
  
  
  Ser Eycil of Llynbeck
  
  
  AGE
  
  
  29
  
  
  GENDER
  
  
  Female
  
  
  RACE
  
  
  Human
  
  
  SEXUALITY
  
  
  Pansexual
  
  
  ALIGNMENT
  
  
  Lawful Neutral
  
  
  APPEARANCE
  
  Height: 5'7"
  
  
  
  
  Weight: 150lbs
  
  
  Eye: hazel
  
  
  Hair: Blonde
  
  
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• 
  
  
  COMBAT STYLE
  
  
  She prefers close-quarters with her two-handed sword, but has been trained in numerous other options, and will adapt to fit the situation. She's a fair shot with a crossbow, adept with a pike, and can do some hand-to-hand and dagger work in a pinch.
  
  
  
  
  
  MAGIC
  
  
  60 Light, 40 Protection
  
  
  WEAPON(S)
  
  
  Primary: Claymore
  
  
  Alternate: Crossbow, pike
  
  
  Secondary: Bootknife
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  BIOGRAPHY
  
  
  Eycil grew up, in a small village southwest of Naloma, knowing that magic was evil unless devoted to service of the Gods. It was a truth she never questioned, an absolute that was never up for debate. At the age of six she witnessed a neighbor's house burn to the ground with the family trapped inside; their son, then only a few years older than herself, had been hiding his magic. The family had helped him, hidden him away for fear of having him burned at the stake. Instead they all burned. Eycil remembered the sound of the screams as the other townspeople rushed around with buckets of water. She remembered the smell of burning flesh. Rules were for a reason; when they were broken, no matter how just the intentions may have initially been, there were repercussions.
  
  
  Three years later, at the age of nine, Eycil learned to form a shining ball of light in her hands and knew she had been cursed; she told her parents everything and begged them to turn her in, begged them to have her put to death. Her parents, shocked and distressed to find that their only daughter had been cursed with magic, sent her to the chapel to offer herself up to Afflatus--one last hope at life. If the God would not have her, she would forfeit her life.And so she went. She knelt on the cold stone floor in front of Afflatus' statue, tears running down her flawless young cheeks, and begged him to send some sign that she could serve him better in life than in death. Her life was his, one way or the other, she knew--but even at nine she understood the finality of death and a life of service sounded better than no life at all.
  
  
  Afflatus' sign came; before her red-rimmed eyes the statue of the great God seemed to come to life. He crouched before her and reached out, touching two fingers to her forehead... and then he was gone--the statue nothing more than a statue again. But within her mind was the surety that she had been touched by a God, and the determination to give her life to Him. The following morning she left for Naloma on her father's horse; her parents, left behind, were tearful but proud--the magic was not a curse after all, but a gift straight from the hand of Afflatus.
  
  
  Eycil threw herself into her training with fervor; many recruits were much older than her and she was determined to match them in skill and in drive. Many were surprised--not only that she had been Called to service so young, but that she had a fire in her eyes that was truly frightening at times. While she wasn't always the best at what she did and rarely ever excelled at first, she always applied herself consistently--when her drive failed her she reminded herself that this was her second chance at life, that without this Calling she would be long since burned for her magic. Having started early, she completed early; she finished her training and earned her shield at the age of seventeen, becoming Ser Eycil. Since that time she has applied herself to her duties with the same faith and determination, going wherever need dictated, and rising through the ranks of the Paladin as a result.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  PERSONALITY
  
  
  At first encounter, Eycil comes off as cold and standoffish. She seems to care more for rules than for any cause, more for her duty than any person. She dedicates herself whole-heartedly to any task given to her and carries out instructions to the letter. While this behavior does well for her position among the Paladins, it rarely earns her any friends.
  
  
  For those few who do get close enough to move past the cold demeanor, however, Eycil is deeper than a single-minded soldier. She believes in rules because she has seen what happens when they are broken, and she isn't willing to ever bend them again. A lifetime of believing in rules for the greater good has, perhaps, caused her to put too much faith in rules--until it became something she believed in for the sake of itself, rather than any cause behind it. Her standoffishness isn't a result of antisociability, but rather, by a reluctance to form bonds which she may have to break in the future. Any comrade is able to break the rules, to fall prey to temptation in one direction or another--if that should happen, Eycil wouldn't let a friendship prevent her from turning someone in, no matter how much it may pain her. For this reason, she tends not to form friendships, though it does happen rarely, despite her best efforts.
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[Quantum Leek]

Master Shivali "Demonsbane" Tóth Van Herten
​

Call me 'Master' again and I'll put a bolt through your eye. Which is your favorite? I'd rather use that one.

• General Information
• Magic and Combat
• Biography
• Personality

• 
  
  
  BIRTH NAME
  
  
  Shivali Tóth Van Herten
  
  
  MAGENAME
  
  
  Demonsbane
  
  
  AGE
  
  
  25
  
  
  GENDER
  
  
  Female
  
  
  RACE
  
  
  Human (probably)
  
  
  SEXUALITY
  
  
  Heterosexual
  
  
  ALIGNMENT
  
  
  Chaotic Good
  
  
  APPEARANCE
  
  Height: 5'4"
  
  
  Weight: 130 lbs
  
  
  Hair: Black
  
  
  Eyes: Orange
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  MAGIC
  
  40% Black
  
  
  
  30% Death w/ emphasis on poisons
  
  
  
  
  10% Dark
  
  
  
  
  
  
  60% Psi
  
  
  
  20% Telepathy
  
  
  
  
  30% Sight
  
  
  
  YEARS AS A MAGE-MASTER
  
  
  Five
  
  
  APPRENTICE
  
  
  Kysuo
  
  
  WEAPON(S)
  
  
  A pair of crossbows
  
  
  COMBAT STYLE
  
  
  Shivali uses her magic as a secondary weapon; since most of her magic is non-offensive, she mostly uses it for Sight and combat supplementation. Her poisons supplement her ranged weapons, Sight puts her in the right place at the right time, and--if necessary--Dark and Telepathic magic finish the job.
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  BIOGRAPHY
  
  
  Shivali was born to a prominent magic-using family in Lansimar. With her father as a mage-scholar and her mother a mage-mercenary, no one was surprised when she showed signs of Magic at a young age. Her parents taught her themselves, first the ways of magic, then the ways of combat. She received a very unorthodox education in demons, necormancy, and dark magic, all before the age of eighteen. She delayed in taking her Mage exam, not caring much for the title of Master or the right to a Magename. In spite of her magic, she always considered herself more of a fighter than a magic-user, taking after her mother in that respect. Instead she spent her time taking jobs with her mother and assisting her father in his research.
  
  
  When Shivali was nineteen she killed her first demon. Something clicked within her--the hunt and the fight, which to the rest of her crew had been a challenge, to her had seemed natural. She could Feel the demons, See them and their plans, and predict how they would behave. She began, with her father's help, to develop poisons that would target demonic blood, specifically. Her aptitude for finding and killing demons began to spread, and soon she had jobs lining up for her--but no Magename to her birth name.
  
  
  With her father's urging, however, she took the Exam at the age of twenty; she passed, though the visions she had within the Exam chamber linger on in her nightmares five years later. The Exam earned her the name of Demonsbane and life continued for her much as it had before. Her reputation grew--as Shivali Demonsbane, the demon hunter, rather than Master Demonsbane the Mage. Still, the Exam had brought her to the notice of the magic community, and occasionally they would commission her for a job.
  
  
  Only a short time before Chamis delivered his prophecy, Shivali was commissioned by the Archmages to hunt down a demon who--reports had it--had the ability to control the blood within peoples' veins. The demon was running amok, killing far too many to be allowed to live.
  
  
  She tracked the demon via her Sight magic, and had concocted a poison specifically for him. With her Shields firmly in place to prevent him from using his magic on her, she managed to corner the creature.... only to see that it was hardly a demon at all, but a young boy. Surprise stayed her hand--though she could feel the demon blood in his veins, she couldn't bring herself to kill him. Instead she brought him to the Solace Center for Magical Education to find a mage-master.
  
  
  Unfortunately, this came nearly the same time as the chaos broke out, following Chamis' prophecy. There were no Mages to take the boy--certainly none who had the know-how to deal with a boy who was clearly partially demonic. And so she was given a choice: to execute the boy--he was too much of a danger to others to allow to go free--or to teach him herself. As much as she loathed the idea of joining the magical community, of becoming an actual Mage-master and having an apprentice like the rest of the robe-wearing fools, she hated it less than the idea of killing a boy whose only crime was lack of education. He had killed, but unknowingly--like a wild animal in the wrong place at the wrong time.
  
  
  Compassion stayed her hand, and she took the boy as her apprentice.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  PERSONALITY
  
  
  Shivali's bark is worse than her bite. She comes off as more mean and self-serving than she actually is. She seems to do the things she does out of personal enjoyment and a sense of belonging, but deep down she does them because they're the right thing to do. She may have a nasty glare and a knack for coming up with cutting insults and disturbing threats, but she rarely carries them out. Still, there is something intimidating about a person who hunts demons for a living.
  
  
  She has a short fuse and little patience for ignorance, wrong-doing, or general stupidity. In spite of that, she walks on the light side of the spectrum; she might seem stern, strict, and overly-serious at times, but she does so in the pursuit of goodness. Hunting demons--her calling and her passion--is done for the betterment of the world, the protection of the innocent, and the destruction of evil, but never for personal gain. She dislikes being labelled as a mage because she believes too much stock is placed in titles and stations--there are very few politics in Lansimar, but magic is as political as it gets. She doesn't much care for notoriety, in spite of the fact that it follows her where ever she goes. At the very least, she is spared notoriety from recognition--which is what she would have if she wore robes and carried a staff, marking herself as a Mage. Instead she slips mostly under the radar in daily life, passing as just another mercenary.
  
  
  It is a rare sight to see her smile, rarer still to hear her laugh. Those who try are usually met with a stony glare from haunting orange eyes. Most never try again. Those few who are able to look past the seriousness, ignore the glares, and try a second time are usually those who get close enough to succeed.
  
  
  

 

[Col]

• General Info
• Magic and Combat
• Info

• 
  
  
  NAME
  
  
  Kysuo (Unknown)
  
  
  AGE
  
  
  11
  
  
  GENDER
  
  
  Male
  
  
  RACE
  
  
  Half Demon
  
  
  SEXUALITY
  
  
  Unknown
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  MAGIC(s)
  
  
  Black 35 Dark 65 Blood
  
  
  YEARS AS APPRENTICE
  
  
  0 (5-6 Months)
  
  
  Weapons
  
  
  Small black knife coated in blood
  
  
  MAGE-MASTER
  
  
  Shivali Demonsbane
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  BIOGRAPHY
  
  
  Kysuo was raised as a normal human under his merchant father and plant loving mother, one day, on his tenth birthday Kysuo suddenly went berserk and exploded his parents from the inside, showering himself with blood, he then slowly walked through the small village his father took him while selling goods, he slaughtered everyone he met on the way. After he came out of his rage he remembered everything he had done, and decided too run from society, he camped in the woods for a month, feasting off of raw beast corpses and quenching his thirst on their blood. He then decided to explore around his campsite and was captured by two evil paladins and a alchemist, used as a endless fountain for blood, as his was part demon, for a month he was their blood bag, but he did learn a large amount of alchemy by watching the alchemist. One day, the paladins barrier weakened slightly and he exploded them both, then he slowly tore the alchemists blood out of his body in a torturous rage. He was then hunted by a mage, as he felt her presence following him shortly after, a few days later he tired of the chase and headed into a large city, where he captured him in a alley, after realizing he wasn't a demon, she took him too a magic institute and was ordered to look after him.
  
  
  PERSONALITY
  
  
  Relatively cold, his recent experiences have rendered him practically emotionless on the outside, yet he is very tender on the inside, he is also very mature for his age.
  
  
  APPEARANCE
  
  
  Height 4'5
  
  
  Weight 72lb
  
  
  Hair Black
  
  
  Left Eye Red
  
  
  Right Eye Green
  
  
  Wears a scarf that covers his mouth and nose, colored black, he also wears a light grey cotton shirt and black dyed cotton pants, with leather boots.
  
  
  ALIGNMENT
  
  
  Chaotic Neutral
  
  
  

 

[Kenji Jensai]

ALCIDE ERMENEGILDO DE GASPERI

BASICS

Name: Alcide "Gil" Ermenegildo De Gasperi


Age: 342 Looks 37


Gender: Male


Alias: The Vatican's Dog


Height: 5’7”


Height: 165 lbs


Race: Nephilim(Mix Between Human Female and a Male Angel)


Sexuality:Demisexual


Hair Color: Silver with black tones


Eye Color: Crimson


Physique: Lean and Muscular


Defining Features: Unlike other paladins Gil prefers to wear his robes rather than the armor other paladins wear which makes him stand out in a crowd. Another feature is the the halo which he hides most of the time, His body is a map of old battle scars, burns and gouges. One impressive scar starts in the dip between his shoulder and neck on the left side and runs vertically down to his waist. A birth mark lays above his left hip on his side. A faint golden aura can be seen surrounding his robes. It has the ability to relax whoever looks at him.

DOSSIER

Class: Paladin


Weapon of Choice: A katana made of holy steel which is extremely dangerous to daemons and the like. An ancient blade that was once an heirloom to his family - now, he wields it as it was originally intended to be used.


Alternate Weapons: The wakizashi that completes the daishō pairing with his katana. While the katana has not been altered since its completion many centuries ago, the wakizashi was reforged by the Vatican. Special grooves along the blade connect to a hollow compartment at the base of the hilt; vials of holy water, oil or blood can be inserted into this compartment. A tiny mechanism is triggered when a point on the hilt is pressed, which breaks the vials and thus coats the blade with a continuous drip of blessed material.Gil has a collection of small fighting blades which he switches out regularly. He is capable of fighting Mages though he finds it troubling as he can only heal.


Magic: White Magic: 100% Healing


Combat Style: It is said that Gil's strongest fighting style is when he uses both blades simultaneously. It is ALSO said that if he reaches for the wakizashi, it's best to keep out of striking range... better yet, just leave to watch from somewhere far away. Because of his age he is extremely skilled in combat and even managed to go toe to toe with a King of Hell (though he didn't WIN) for a long period of time. He is the church's ultimate weapon, this also earned him the alias- The Vatican's Dog.


Other Equipment: Stock of blessed/holy items (vials, a single rosary string, herbs, a copy of the Bible, small candles), matches, a rather selective first aid kit, a short knife-saw and a small pack of dried food.


Alignment:True Neutral


Skills:

Ephesians 6:10

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"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power."


Gil's insuppressible strength is of both body and will; he fights with unnatural strength as though possessed by God's own strength.




Joshua 1:9

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"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”


Even unintentionally, Gil manages to inspire those fighting alongside him. His unwavering belief in Good overcoming Evil can stir even the faintest of hearts.




Matthew 14:29

:

"He said, “Come.” So Peter got out of the boat and walked on the water and came to Jesus."


Gil is a servant of the Lord, and thus a servant of the Vatican. His admirable loyalty and efforts have helped him raise in rank (in some eyes, prematurely), but his work ethic is far beyond standard.




Ecclesiastes 9:7

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"Go then, eat your bread in happiness and drink your wine with a cheerful heart; for God has already approved your works."


A man of his energy, vitality and strength requires a great deal food. And he will not turn away a decent glass of wine or brew.




Lamentations 4:19:

"Our pursuers were swifter Than the eagles of the sky; They chased us on the mountains, They waited in ambush for us in the wilderness".


Gil's speed is on superhuman level most say its a blessing from the god's since he was born.

PERSONAL

Personality:

On duty and off duty: Alcide is a man whom separates work from play. In battle, he's been able to stash away the parts of him which make him a decent man, The battleground does not require sympathy for the wicked and it is well known that Gil's fighting competence is nay on par with the best. An unspoken vendetta lives within Gil. He harbors great hatred for all daemon and eradicates them with something akin to vicious glee at any opportunity. The fire of a warrior burns brightly in him; likewise, Gil's been ruthlessly molded to the church's will. He obeys his orders without question, gives no qualms if his life is put at stake and makes no fuss if a task is menial/below his station.


Luckily, he is not a mindless brute. His sizzling intellect devours manuscripts and books as though they're a means to calm restless, energetic spirit. However, he detests typical teachings (or the methods used to teach them, maybe) and is barely educated past middle school level in basic math and science. Demonology, history or literature? He's all over it. The former is a particularly strong interest of his, not unusual given his past and capabilities. He has a mind for tactics and economics, but prefers to let others work out the finer details unless he's mid-battle.


Gil looks after those around him like a Shepherd would his flock. Fair, protective and even genteel, there's no doubt that Gil enjoys company but finds it difficult to connect beyond basic acquaintanceship. His rapid rise in ranks has left him somewhat awkward at social functions, for all that his master tried to smack sense into him. Blame his obsession with training and fighting; his high rank and relative youth puts him oddly between the stage of teacher and student. Not that he's a total loss: he can dance, carry on small conversation and recite old, funny stories like most. Sometimes, he'll even give in and play an instrument when begged long enough. He'll open up over a good ale or vintage. More so when bribed with some of his favorite foods. His appetite is as tremendous as his fighting prowess - he'll eat five meals a day if he can.


Gil is especially gentle and kind around children, whom may crawl all over him without worry of reprimand. They remind him of a past he can only see in glimpses now. He yearns to overcome a growing demon living inside him, something born of fear, hate and sheer loneliness. He seeks peace and solitude when his duties are fulfilled; meditation has grounded him in recent years.

History:

- 526 AR ;


'

Panic and pitfall have befallen us




Devastation and destruction

'


Perhaps it wasn't the significant clustering of Umbra and the continuous certainty of a Demon Beast outbreak that doomed Cirio Mendi, but the preparation for its destruction. The Vatican had been monitoring the seaside village for years. Twelve years passed and nothing out of the ordinary occurred - the village was peaceful between the occasional sighting of lesser daemons. Those dispatched by the Church all reported that while Umbra presence was very high, little changed from year to year. So, the watch lessened, the vice grip of fear loosened and the villagers felt relief. They were all refugees, those of Cirio Mendi. Brought together over the past century after their homes were forced out or devastated by daemons. This place, they thought, would be safe despite the Vatican's wariness.


And for a lack of better description, on a dim and foggy winter morning, all Hell broke loose.


Sacerdos Millius Mark Alcrombe III, first son of the esteemed Viscount Alcrombe II and one of the greatest fighters of the time, was the first to reach Cirio Mendi after the word of an attack was heard. He arrived in time to watch red flames touch the sky and black smoke spread across the horizon: the village was all but razed to the ground. Reinforcements arrived, but there was no hope of saving the village. It was gone. Man, woman, child - all presumed to have perished by the hands of a single, but brutal daemon. A Greater Daemon, possibly Level C, but even now the Vatican won't say whether it appeared on its own or not. When Alcrombe emerged from the battle, he was short a hand... but he was carrying a limp, nearly-dead child. The child, scarcely six years old, clung to a long parcel wrapped in burnt silk. He didn't wake until eight days afterward, surprising everyone but Alcrombe, whom had stayed at the boy's side each day for several hours. Many had believed smoke inhalation or his injuries would send him to join the rest of Cirio Mendi in heaven. Lo and behold, he woke and Alcrombe soberly relayed the news of Cirio Mendi's destruction to the child.


The boy spoke only once before falling unconscious again. After, Alcrombe reportedly sent a notice to the Vatican. He would be returning to headquarters, but he wouldn't be returning alone.


'

A time to kill and a time to heal; A time to tear down and a time to build up.

'

EXTRA

Because of his Angel heritage he continues to age forever.

@Quantum Leek

 

[Elliot Bailes]

• Basic Schtuff
• biography
• description

• 
  
  
  BIRTH NAME
  
  
  Evryth Carn
  
  
  MAGENAME
  
  
  Fireeye
  
  
  AGE
  
  
  283
  
  
  GENDER
  
  
  Female
  
  
  RACE
  
  
  Human
  
  
  SEXUALITY
  
  
  Bisexual
  
  
  MAGIC(s)
  
  
  100% Fire Magic
  
  
  YEARS AS A MAGE-MASTER
  
  
  256
  
  
  APPRENTICE(s)
  
  
  Dozens over the years, none currently.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  BIOGRAPHY
  
  
  She was born as no one of note in a fishing hamlet without a church. Evryth had a hunger for knowledge even though literally everyone in her town was illiterate. She snuck away at age eight and joined the circus for four years where she learned how to read. There she worked menial duties but would steal money and books from nearby towns, something that led her to see her circus years as the happiest days of her life. It was also there where she lost an eye to a raging fire, something that sparked her love of fire.
  
  
  At the age of twelve she was picked up to be a sort of pet project for an older master. She was an apprentice for nearly fifteen years of her life, serving in the Grand Mage Liberation Army to free Itamar mages, before the real wars began. Evryth developed some shockingly bloodthirsty tendencies, mostly tied to her setting things on fire. The screams of villagers still haunt her soldier's memories. Still, she made certain connections which helped elevate her to mage master status, and made her a darling of the Archmages. She would be approached to join their ranks twice, but she refused both times, mostly because it would not allow her to travel.
  
  
  In the past two hundred something years, white mages have expanded her life via dangerous healing practices, but have not reduced her age. She has had over four dozen apprentices, most of which have died in her long campaigns around the borderlands. Evryth now goes on long expeditions for magical, mystical and historical artifacts, something that has made her quite popular with the more historically minded archmages. She has been known to cross over borders on her own will in an ever expanding quest to find the Chalice of Eternal Living, believed by almost every historian to be an Elven myth, and in doing so risking her life tremendously
  
  
  PERSONALITY:
  
  
  The notion that she is an easily best old woman is something that Evryth uses to her advantage greatly. The idea that she needs help is considered a bit of a joke though by other mages, her apprentices are the ones who need help. She might seem kindly at first, but it hides an insatiable urge for immortality. Deep down she is afraid of the day that the life mages are incapable of keeping her alive, or worse they will have to keep her alive in a clinic for thousands of years as her body fades into nothingness.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  4-1
  
  
  white hair
  
  
  green eye
  
  
  Weight: 96 lb
  
  
  ALIGNMENT
  
  
  Chaotic neutral with a leaning towards selfishness.