Fantasy DUNGEON DELVER: Secrets of Caedia [CS Thread]

[Elenion Aura]

DUNGEON DELVER

Secrets of Caedia

A Voice in the Dark

"My Chosen... You are almost ready. You are almost here...

Descend... Descend... Descend..."

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• 「 CS 」
  THE BARRACKS

  This is where the approved Character Sheets will be stored. Please, don't post anything here. The code I am going to try and use for these CSes is a bit involved. I think I will go ahead and post the CSes for every approved character once I've reviewed them. For now, please see the sample I've posted below this post as an (incomplete) example of the CS itself and the information you should begin to think about as you craft your ideas.
  
  
  

「 CS 」

OST 1 — MAIN THEME

 

[Elenion Aura]

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• Raphael

  "Reformed" Bloodsucker

  Alias

  The Vampire

  Age

  200 years old

  Gender

  Male

  Race

  Elf (Vampire)

  Height

  180.34 cm

  Weight

  68 kg

  Class

  Rogue

  Affiliation

  Sable Serpents

  Homeland

  Vere
• Backstory

  Called from Distant Lands

  Some two hundred years ago, a fresh-faced Elf Rogue washed up on the shores of the sea. A talented Rogue, the young Raphael quickly made a name for himself as a Delver, unfortunately drawing the wrong sort of attention. One night, Raphael simply vanished, as if into thin air, never to be heard from again. Until...

  Lost then Found

  Two hundred years later, a string of burglaries menaced the Delving Guilds of Closter until at last the villain was captured. Rather than slay the fiend, the Guild scholars freed the Vampiric Rogue's mind from the thrall of his master, and in exchange for this good turn, Raphael promised his services to the Dungeon Delving Guilds.

  Their First Hunt

  While obviously eternally grateful for the Guild's intercession on his behalf, Raphael occasionally finds it in himself to complain about some of the tasks he is bidden to undertake. Like, for example, shepherding fresh, unaffiliated Delvers through their first foray into the Dungeon...

  Castle Valikor
• Blood Mend

  Sanguine Regeneration

  Description

  Consumes fresh blood to restore lost vitality. The amount of vitality restored corresponds to the amount of blood consumed. Too much blood consumption risks triggering a Blood Frenzy, potentially causing Raphael to attack the nearerst living creature, whether it be friend or foe.

  Source

  Innate Skill (Vampire)

  Type

  Self-Targeted; Self-Healing

  Blood Frenzy

  Feast for the Damned

  Description

  Gorged with blood, Raphael's strength, speed, and vitality recovery rate are greatly improved. Continually consuming blood extends the duration of the frenzy, but increases the risk of Raphael losing control and attacking his allies as well as his enemies. Once the effect ends, Raphael must recover for a short duration before he can frenzy again.

  Source

  Innate Skill (Vampire)

  Type

  Self-Targeted; Self-Buff

  Reaping Slash

  Cull the Weak

  Description

  Raphael dashes and slashes forward in a line, then quickly dashes back, slashing once more, dealing physical damage to all enemies hit. Enemies hit by both dashes Bleed, getting dealt additional damage over time.

  Source

  Weapon Art (Twin Blades)

  Type

  Single-Target; AoE; Weapon Attack

  Raging Tempest

  Heart of the Storm

  Description

  Embodies a raging lighttning storm. Dashing forward and stopping at the first enemy struck, rapidly bounces between enemies in a large area, dealing mixed physical and magical (lightning) damage, and possibly shocking those hit.

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  AoE; Magic-Infused Weapon Attack; Lightning Affinity
• Miscellaneous

  Misc. 1

  As far as Vampires go, Raphael is something of an oddity compared to his fellow creatures of the night. Vampires, though they do Delve, tend to keep to their own, with the Coven maintaining a cordial, albeit at times strained, relationship with the Guilds and the Crown.

  Misc. 2

  As part of the terms of his employment, Raphael is strictly forbidden from drinking the blood of—unwilling—innocents. Lucky for him, the guilty of this world abound.

  Misc. 3

  He doesn't often offer much insight into his odd centuries spent with the Coven, or what life—rather, "un-life"—was like within the black walls of Castle Valikor. Only the brave, or foolhardy, would dare to ask..

  Waste Not a Drop

Code by: Ambiloquous

 

[Elenion Aura]

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• Begonia Schultz

  Coastal Winds

  Alias

  The Guard

  Age

  34 years old

  Gender

  Female

  Race

  Human

  Height

  173 cm

  Weight

  65 kg

  Class

  Fighter

  Affiliation

  N/A

  Homeland

  Closter
• Backstory

  The First Hunt

  A recently retired decade long veteran of the City Guard, Begonia's trade has not been that of delving until very recently. Despite possessing decent martial ability and tutelage under her grandfather, one of the called who has spent practically all of his life plumbing the dungeon's depths, upon her first foray into the dungeon some ten years ago, Begonia found her knees knocking and her legs turned to jelly.

  Years Betwix

  "Just for a few years" are the words she told herself when she then decided to postpone her career as a Delver, and instead applied for the City Watch. What instead followed was a slow, sluggish career, defined by breaking up tavern brawls and policing petty crime. While hardly fulfilling, it was more than enough to put a roof over her head, food on the table, and just about everything else the average person needed.
  
  ...Except that she'd never been aiming to be an average person all of those years ago, had she?

  And Then: The Second First Hunt

  So, in the shadow of her 30-somethingth birthday and with a fresh midlife crisis biting at her heels, she's decided to bank what she can and delve back down into the dungeon's depths. After all, there's probably nothing down there any more terrifying than having the contents of some drunk's stomach emptied on your uniform in the middle of a shift.

  Second Lives Emporium
• Heavy Thrust

  Forebearer's Arm

  Description

  A powerful stab with a jagged point. Causes hemorrhaging as the barbs of Begonia's harpoon are withdrawn from the target, and the weight of the old, rusted weapon allow it to punch through medium armor. The harpoon may be further lodged into the target and left there, too, inflicting additional damage and hampering its movements.

  Source

  Martial Skill, Seafarer Arts

  Type

  Single Target, Debuffing

  Swift Strike

  Quick Response

  Description

  A simple, clean strike with Begonia's blade. She is especially adept at attacking with the tip of her sword, making the most of its length and allowing her to engage the foe from a distance.

  Source

  Martial Skill, Basic Arts

  Type

  Single Target, Repeatable

  Swift Shot

  Equalizing Blast

  Description

  Begonia quickly draws her sidearm and fires it in twin flashes of movement and light. It deals moderate damage, punching through most mundane armours quite easily. The firearm can be chambered with alternative rounds for special effects, but the reloading process is rather involved, meaning she can usually only carry one charge of the ability into battle.

  Source

  Weapon Art, Pistol

  Type

  Single-Target, Modular

  Seafarer's Finesse

  The Breeze's Touch

  Description

  Aboard a ship, one must use everything they have in every way they can, and this is as true of combat as it is of one's regular duties. Ever resourceful, Begonia is able to translate each of her combat skills into an alternate form using another of her weapons, expanding her relatively mundane set of skills considerably.

  Source

  Martial Skill, Seafarer Arts

  Type

  Passive
• Miscellaneous

  Misc. 1

  While not one of the Called herself, you don't have to go too far back in Begonia's lineage to find those who have been. Both her Grandfather and Mother are among the Called, the prior of which was an actively Delver until he was crippled during one of his dives.

  Misc. 2

  Begonia fights with a combination of Seafarer Arts passed down to her from extremely curmudgeonly grandfather, and more standard Weapon and Martial Arts she picked up during her time in the Guard, much to her grandfather's contempt.

  Misc. 3

  Albeit a small one, until very recently Begonia was the Captain of her own deployment of rag-tag guardsmen, and she still maintains a good rapport with her former comrades. She knows the name of more of the city's officials than most rookie Delvers would, and has the ear of one or two of them.

  There Are Many Beginnings

Character by: The One Eyed Bandit
Code by: Ambiloquous
Background Art By: Guang Yu Tan
Tab 2 Art By: Kinnebrand
Tab 3 Art By: Final Fantasy FFXIV
Tab 4 Art By: Jordan Gibson

 

[Elenion Aura]

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• Morrwyn

  (not) THE DRAGON SLAYER

  Alias

  Mor

  Age

  19 years old

  Gender

  Male

  Race

  Human

  Height

  223 cm

  Weight

  123 kg

  Class

  Barbarian

  Affiliation

  TBA

  Homeland

  Wyveria
• Backstory

  The Hunt

  
  The far-off land of Wyveria, "The Land of Dragons". A bustling nest of hellfire breathing drakes and wyverns, an ashen duchy set upon grounds of "The great Archdrake", an inactive volcano said to be capable of covering the skies of in a black drought of smog in its waking moments. The sleeping Archdrake, and all of the land it engrossed, that is where it is said dragons crawl out of to terrorize the nations. Endless swathes of blighted, uninhabitable deadlands smoldered clean of any life by dragon's breath— believed incapable of hosting any life other than that of the dragons. Mistakenly, by all the other cowering neighbors, the Wyverian's proved them wrong. Madmen that have sought out refuge in the pits of the volcano, to build a city in the land where no other of the warring royalties dare set foot on.
  
  An empire balanced on the knife’s edge; an ashen kingdom built upon by the late Duke H’errwyn Drakethorn.
  
  Secluded from the outside world, behind the hellfire-proof walls of castle Drakethorn, at the coasts of the great Archdrake, the Wyverian's live an isolated life making dos with what the dragon gives, and what it takes. Their lives devoted to worship of the sleeping Archdrake, and to the hunt of the mighty dragon. The supply of dragon was never low, they came from below their very soil after all— they steeled and conditioned their entire lives to hunt down all of the wyverns and drakes for harvest. It was their only source of trade, the one material the other nations coveted; pure dragon blood and fresh scales. The Wyverians depended on the hunt.
  
  For decades they thrived in the maw of the Archdrake. Frenzied savages, in the eyes of the neighboring nations. A fleeting castle of ash, at the whims of the volcano. A kingdom sure to crumble given time.
  
  Still, the Wyverians hunted the dragons to their hearts content.
  
  No, not even the awareness of impending doom would quell their frenzy. Their thirst for the hunt.

  The Prodigal Son

  And soon enough, their crown prince would take up the spear and join them.
  
  As it was tradition of the Drakethorn's, the firstborn son of the Duke, heir to the crown, Morrwyn Drakethorn, was to prove himself worthy of the royal blood and the throne by joining the hunt and claiming not the heart of a mere drake, not a wyvern— but a true dragon. Lest he be thought a fat, indulgent canary kept to its gilded cage, gorging on seed. In the eyes of their people, this was their rite of passage before the new king was crowned.
  
  The royal Wyverians of castle Drakethorn went mad over the pure, untapped well of blood that flowed within the hearts of dragons. Consuming it bolstered them with inhuman strength, speed, reflexes— drove them further away from logic and reason, from humanity. It wasn't a surprise when they started fitting their younger heirs with dragon blood running through their veins. Taking the heart of an elder drake, piercing it with his spear, and drinking straight from it would prove him worthy of the crown.
  
  Then and only then, would the prince be reborn, from a mere protegee, a squire in the making, to one of the Burning Shields of Wyveria. Years down the road, the moment he took his eleventh dragon heart, he would be crowned King Morrwyn Drakethorn.
  
  The weight of expectation sat upon the young prince's shoulders since he turned of age. But the Gods had other plans for him, the day his trials were to begin, he opened his eyes and saw...

  The Calling

  The sun, bright and gold. Clouds untouched by volcanic smog. Not a howling wind, not even the roar of a dragon; just seagulls. He breathed, not with the sensation of his own breath scalding him at the chin, and that of the air making a furnace of his lungs. But with clear air through his nostrils.
  
  He hadn't a memory of his own name when he washed ashore at the beach, in the initial dazzle. Only the knowing that this wasn't natural, that it wasn't home. That something was off.
  
  The one and only memory that burned within the young prince's mind was still that of his trials, his body yet ready to face dragon breath.
  
  His first words at the shores of Closter were— "Dragon."

  The Great Archdrake
• Gae Bolg

  Dragon Killer

  Description

  The Drakethorn Spear catches flame in the hands of a royal blood, allowing it to breathe a mockery of a dragon's flame. All of the inner flames that burn within the Drakethorn Spear can be let out all at once in one singular spear throw that condenses it all into one spot, a straight beam of dragonfire, meant to pierce through even the toughest scales of the mightiest dragon when wielded by the right royal blood. In their dreaded drake-tongue, this technique is known as Gae Bolg: 'The Kin Killer'. Upon performing the Gae Bolg, the flames within the spear must rest for 2 minutes before being kindled again.

  Source

  Weapon Art (Drakethorn Spear)

  Type

  Weapon Stance; Guard-Break; Magic Infused Weapon Attack

  Archdrake's Blessing

  Upon Gilded Wings

  Description

  It is said by neighboring nations that the Burning Shields of Mt. Archdrake did not chase after their spears upon throwing them. No, they soared the skies along side them, for the Archdrake had granted upon them wings to match the grace of a dragon. Every time Morrwyn throws his spear, his body flies with it as though they were both carried away by a strong upsurge of hot wind. The speed and distance both the spear and Morrwyn travel are dictated by the strength he puts behind his throwing arm. Anything caught in the blazing torrent of wind that envelops both the spear and Morrwyn will be dealt slight burn damage, unless directly hit by the spear itself.

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  Self-Targeted; Single-Target; Movement

  Drakeblood Exultation

  Thrill of the Hunt

  Description

  Dragon blood courses through the veins of every royal heir of Wyveria. All it takes is a forceful spike of magic to draw it out. Whenever Morrwyn spears his own body with a magic infused blade, it makes his blood boil with dragon fire. His strength, speed and reaction timing are greatly improved for a short duration, at the cost of his own vitality. Duration and potency scale with the level of sacrifice/self-harm. Deeper wounds = bigger buffs.

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  Self-Targeted; Self-Buff; Self-Harm

  Ragnarok

  Royal Flames of Calamity

  Description

  The firstborn son of Duke Alwyn Drakethorn, heir to the throne, his flame burned brighter and wilder than any of the shields of Wyveria. Even at his young age. Drawing upon the strength of the Drakeblood Exultation, Morwynn imbues his spear with frenzied dragon flame, hurling it up to the skies and coming back down with it to spear his target full-force. Upon landing, he enters a frenzied state that exudes all of his inner dragon fire from within his body, slamming his spear on the ground to create bursts of flame that both burn him and his target. Requires Drakeblood Exultation to be active in order to be used. The 'Frenzied' state upon landing pauses the duration of Drakeblood Exultation. The damage dealt and subsequent health loss scales with every slam of the spear.

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  Berserk; Self-Harm; AoE; Magic-Infused Weapon Attack
• Miscellaneous

  Misc.

  1. Although Wyverian royalty, part of a select few of carefully bred individuals mutated by dragon blood, Morrwyn was still among the weakest squires of the Burning Shields in terms of raw physical strength, partially due to unlucky genetics, and mostly due to a life of lazy indulgence. Barely reaching the 30m mark when throwing his spear, often losing on physical bouts with his fellow mates. The one and only thing that separated the prince from every other soldier was the strength with which his flames burned when tapping into them. "The fire of a true king," or so the gossip went.
  
  

  2. Much like horses, Morrwyn can nod off to sleep standing ten toes down on the ground. A neat trick to learn when your hunting grounds are set on molten stone with little to no even ground to set camp on. Even after being Called unto strange land, wiped of memoty, the instinct doesn't leave him. He is often standing at the foot of his bed, arms crossed, already long past REM. He dreams of dragons, one is to assume.
  
  

  3. It is unknown whether the prince's crown and face mask is see through or not. It's up to speculation if Morrwyn has grown eyes somewhere else unseen. Perhaps his trick is peeking in from under the crown? No one knows.
  
  4. Even after the Calling, the prince's one and only obsession lies with its people. His mind doesn't catch up to it, but his body remembers it still. He craves the heart of a dragon, senselessly, inexplicably. Morrwyn cannot stop going on mad ravings about dragons the moment the topic is brought up, nay, even at the mere mention of them. Almost as if on the flip of a switch. The prince's soul will never know fulfillment until his trials are completed. Somewhere deep within the dungeon, a dragon awaits him, he is sure of it.
  
  5. Befitting royalty, the prince is extremely picky with his food. He abhors greens; olives, most of all. Somehow, however, Morrwyn is more than glad to chow down on the innards of a dragon. It is classic Wyverian cuisine, after all.
  
  6. The prince is keen on missing social clues. Often misunderstanding people and taking their words to the most literal extent. Wyverian's spoke plain and blunt.
  
  7. He has an irrational fear of bugs, ever so ingrained in his natural instincts from his past life as the insects of the scorching lands of Wyveria were often...adapted to the harsh conditions. Mutated, even. Seeing a giant centipede crawling on your castle's wall is enough to put the fear of Gods into a young prince's heart.

  Heir to ash, prince of none

Character by: Haze-
Code by: Ambiloquous

 

[Elenion Aura]

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• Jasha Taniyn

  Scholar & Gentleman

  Alias

  The Playboy

  Age

  24 years old

  Gender

  Male

  Race

  Human

  Height

  172.72 cm

  Weight

  69 kg

  Class

  Rogue

  Affiliation

  Unaffiliated

  Homeland

  The Road
• Backstory

  THE LONG AND SHORT OF IT...

  
  Anything before the age of 13, Jasha says he can't remember --that's when he washed up on the shores of Enigma.
  
  Not long after, he was picked up by a band of circus performers called Cirque du Lune; stayed with them for several years before moving on to other things.
  
  As of late, he's been on his own for the past few years, just doing his own thing; never staying in any one place for too long.
  
  His life was starting to get stale, so he finally decided to try his hand at delving, hoping that it will alleviate some of the boredom and possibly making himself rich beyond his wildest dreams.
  

  The Road
• Into the Abyss

  Abyssal Jump

  Description

  A form of teleportation. At the moment, Jasha can only “jump” 25 feet at a time and only with what he can easily carry. While the jump can be quiet in the right circumstances it is by no means stealthy. If he were to jump right behind someone, the person would feel the aftermath of the jump: a moderately-strong current of air followed by a weak concussive force.

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  Movement

  The Third Eye

  Abyssal Reflexes

  Description

  
  This power makes it seem like time is slowing down for Jasha, but his brain is simply moving faster, so he can react faster if he's surprised/caught off guard, hopefully giving him enough time to “jump” away like the coward he is. Just to reiterate, it doesn't speed up his body, only his brain. It's a combination of an intuitive danger-sense and he can channel it to observe something particular e.g., card players using sleight of hand to cheat; or movement that human eyes normally wouldn't be able to catch without modern-day specialized equipment.
  
  In addition, Abyssal Reflexes can override or provide resistance to mind-affecting abilities, e.g., people trying to read his mind will get an information overload of random useless garbage like the colour, length, width and average thickness of his last 1,000 bowel movements, or the BMI of all the women he's slept with, etc. Basically, it would make the mind reader's head feel like it's going to explode.
  

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  Passive; Self-Buff

  Eye for an Eye

  Abyssal Empathic Transfer

  Description

  Jasha can transfer his wounds, in the form of psychic damage, to a creature he touches or through an attack with a weapon that he wields. He can only deal this extra damage if he is wounded.

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  Single-Target; Magic-Infused; Self-Healing, Psychic Affinity
• Miscellaneous

  TRAITS, MERITS & FLAWS

  Traits
  Filthy Rotten Liar: Jasha is naturally deceitful and insincere with others. While he does have a talent for lying, it's off-set with a difficulty in convincing others when he speaks truthfully.
  
  Armor? What's that?: Jasha is fast, faster than average members of his race, but any suit of armor (even light suits of armor) hampers his movement considerably.
  
  Merits
  Circus Monkey: Jasha can walk a tight-rope and is a skilled gymnast/parkourist. Palming a few coins or a coin purse without getting caught is also within his repertoire.
  
  Master of the H'Whip: Jasha uses the whip as an extension of himself. The whip in his hands is like unto a live thing, obeying his every command.
  
  Flaws
  Chivalrous Courtesy: Jasha despises raising his hand against sentient creatures of the opposite gender; therefore, he suffers from self-inflicted penalties to his attacks against members of these finer folk.
  
  Why is it always a cave?!: Jasha becomes “shaken” while in any space that is sufficiently enclosed and/or if it has a ceiling that is less than ten feet. In addition, he becomes “panicked” whenever he is entangled, pinned, or bound.

  Misc. 2

  Jasha's eyes are an amber colour.
  
  Asides from the vest, the rest of Jasha’s upper body is bare…so disregard any semblance of armor on his arms as well as the white ornate looking armor over his black leather shorts.
  
  His crimson, full-body tattoo is magical in nature. It provides the following benefits: existing comfortably in conditions between –50 and 140 degrees Fahrenheit; continually provides him with life-sustaining nourishment; refreshes his body and mind, so that he need only sleep 2 hours per day to gain the benefit of 8 hours of sleep.
  
  The black tattoo around his neck does not emanate a magical aura.
  
  He possess a whip which he call's Anway's Whip. It is twelve foot long and magically enchanted to move at the wielder’s command (mental command). Made from the hide of a resilient supernatural creature.

  ALL THAT GLITTERS IS ALL THE MATTERS

Character by: RaiAthar
Code by: Ambiloquous

 

[Elenion Aura]

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• Eldrin Willowbark

  The Wizard

  Alias

  The Wizard

  Age

  20 years old

  Gender

  Male

  Race

  Human

  Height

  175 cm

  Weight

  73 kg

  Class

  Wizard

  Affiliation

  N/A

  Homeland

  Vere
• Backstory

  Rough Start

  Eldrin Willowbark, a young wizard with a heart as gentle as a summer breeze, grew up in the shadowy depths of an old forest, where the sunlight struggled to pierce through the dense canopy. His childhood was marred by the cruelty of his parents, whose harsh words and stinging reprimands shattered his self-esteem. They viewed his inherent magical talent as a curse rather than a gift, berating him for every spell he attempted and punishing him for his failures.

  Thirst for Knowledge

  In the solitude of his room, surrounded by ancient tomes and enchanted scrolls, Eldrin found solace. He immersed himself in the study of magic, escaping into the pages of books that spoke of arcane wonders and legendary sorcerers. His fascination with the mystical arts grew into an obsession, not just as a means to master the arcane, but as a refuge from the bleakness of his reality. Eldrin became a veritable encyclopedia of magical lore, his knowledge surpassing even that of some wizards twice his age.

  Hunt for Adventure

  Despite his profound understanding of magic, Eldrin remained painfully shy and insecure. His dorky demeanor, characterized by his stumbling words and awkward gestures, endeared him to those who saw beyond his timid exterior. In the world of Caedia, Eldrin’s passion for magic was his sanctuary, his means of overcoming the scars of his past and forging a path toward a brighter future.

  Heart Tree
• Fireball

  Inferno Burst

  Description

  Channeling the raw power of the elements, Eldrin conjures a massive fireball that engulfs enemies in a blazing inferno. The fireball explodes upon impact, dealing devastating fire damage to all enemies within a wide radius. The intense heat causes lingering burns, inflicting additional damage over time.

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  AoE; DoT; Fire Affinity

  Magical Disruptor

  Arcane Nova

  Description

  With a surge of arcane energy, Eldrin releases a shockwave of pure magic that radiates from their body. This nova stuns all nearby enemies and causes a burst of magical damage. The sheer force of the explosion momentarily disrupts the magical defenses of those caught within the blast, making them more vulnerable to subsequent attacks.

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  Stun; Debuff

  Blizzard

  Frostbite Barrage

  Description

  Eldrin summons a storm of icy shards that rain down upon a targeted area, piercing through armor and chilling the blood of those caught within. The freezing assault slows the movement and attack speed of enemies, making them easy targets for follow-up attacks. The shards embed in the ground, creating a frozen terrain that continues to damage and slow foes.

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  AoE; Slow; Terrain Effect; Ice Affinity

  Chain Lightning

  Thunderous Wrath

  Description

  Calling upon the fury of the storm, Eldrin summons a massive lightning bolt to strike a single target with pinpoint accuracy. The bolt deals immense electrical damage, causing a chain reaction that arcs to nearby enemies. Each subsequent strike deals reduced damage but has a chance to stun or paralyze, leaving enemies incapacitated and vulnerable.

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  Single Target; Chain Lightning; Stun/Paralyze; Lightning Affinity
• Miscellaneous

  Misc. 1

  Eldrin’s heart races whenever he speaks to females, his words tangle in his throat. He stammers and fidgets, his cheeks flush a deep crimson. Despite his vast knowledge of magic, he feels powerless, his self-doubt magnifies with each awkward encounter, leaving him flustered and yearning for confidence.

  Misc. 2

  Eldrin's social interactions are often marked by his clumsy attempts at conversation, his nervous laughter, and his tendency to misinterpret social cues. His intense focus on magical studies and neglect from his parents left him isolated, and in social settings, he sometimes feels like an outsider, his insecurities rendering him endearingly but undeniably awkward.
  

  Misc. 3

  Eldrin apologizes incessantly, his voice a constant whisper of "sorry" for even the smallest perceived misstep. Whether bumping into someone or speaking out of turn, his apologies flow freely, a reflex born of deep-seated insecurity. This habit underscores his profound self-doubt.

  From Humble Seedlings

Character by: Stretch
Code by: Ambiloquous

 

[Elenion Aura]

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• Dakdak

  The Grand Magus

  Alias

  The Gray

  Age

  80 years old

  Gender

  Male

  Race

  Kobold

  Height

  88.9 cm

  Weight

  17 kg

  Class

  Wizard

  Affiliation

  N/A

  Homeland

  Kalpurnia
• Backstory

  Wizard of Legend

  Kalpurnia was a realm of great prosperity amidst a turbulent and chaotic world, fielding the greatest armies and building the grandest cities above all others. The capital of Jaquelles stood the tallest with its porcelain towers and marbled streets, signalling the strength of the realm to all that surveyed upon it. Its kings ruled with majesty and grace, and fielded armies that stood in defence of the realm against the turbulent and destructive forces beyond its borders. It also was home to the Magi of the Ivory Accord, an esoteric fraternity of the most brilliant sorcerers and arcane scholars united in the common pursuit of knowledge and defence of the realm. However, many of its members were humans and elves as they were the most attuned to the ley lines that traveled throughout the world though it was not uncommon for other races to have their own representatives within. But some were considered incapable of such feats for all time.
  
  Kobolds were considered to be simple creatures, often keeping to themselves and delaing with the immediate and material in front of them. No Kobold had been recorded in history as being capable of weilding the tumultuous forces of magic. Dakdak proved to be a remarkable exception to that rule, having caught the attention of a wandering member of the Accord with his manipulation of candlefire for the amusement of his siblings. He was brought forward before the Elder Council and was determined to be fit to study and learn, as a Kobold having such capacity to learn the arcane arts would surely mean more would come forth in the future. And thus, Dakdak learned and did so with such excellence that surprised all others; he held such a grasp of the abstract that he was on par with some of the greatest Magi of the past. His skills grew, but so too did his thirst for knowledge as he devoured the contents of tomes.
  
  Many Magi could weild a respectable arsenal of spells, given how difficult it was to learn and maintain in the first place. Yet, for a prodigy like Dakdak, he grew to maintain an arsenal within his mind for any situation should the need arise. This growth grew into an obsession, leading him further down paths that others in his position would have considered dangerous. Yet it did not dissuade the little wizard from his pursuits, which ended up serving him well.
  
  A great war of light and darkness erupted in his lifetime, bringing about an evil god to the world that sought to destroy all that was good. Dakdak, alongside a group of champions, fought alongside one another against the darkness in a great war. It was near impossible to kill a god, but it certainly was possible to send him back to the void from whence he came. Dakdak was among those in the Ivory Accord who developed a ritual to banish the dark god, requiring the combined efforts of the greatest magi of today to carry through while he was distracted by the armies and champions of Light. The ritual worked in spectacular fashion, but it also held a feedback event that consumed many of the Magi.
  
  Dakdak remembers nothing of this, nor of his old life, as he awoke upon a foreign and unknown shore near a great city a decade ago. There were others like him, Kobolds, who had set up a small community within who took him in. Although there was no memory of what he had been before, he still retained knoweldge and memory of all arcane abilities he had studied as if engraved into the deepest recesses of his mind much like how reflexes are ingrained into muscles. Within his repertoire of knowledge and intelligence, there was also a feeling that lingered and persisted like a gnawing worm at the back of his mind. It was the feeling of outcast, of being an outsider within this realm. But why? The Kobolds here seemed to be suited just fine...
  
  It was something that required investigation, as after spending a decade in this world - researching what he could from the tomes and scriptures above ground - he now looks down to the depths for what knowledge is held in the darkness beneath.

  The White Tower
• Fulmination

  Static Field

  Description

  Dakdak summons forth an area of electricity that blankets the air and ground. Enemies have a chance to both take damage and get stunned every time they do any action within it.

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  AoE; Magic Effect; Lightning Affinity

  Frigor

  Flast Freeze

  Description

  A torrent of ice erupts from the ground on Dakdak's command and entombs a single enemy within. The enemy takes no damage but is unable to act or move for a time.

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  Single Target; Magic Attack; Ice Affinity

  Nuh-Uh

  Counterspell

  Description

  Utilizing his extensive knowledge of magic, Dakdak is capable of countering other sorcerers and wizards at their own game. Dakdak is capable of blocking and deflecting any targeted spells back towards the enemy on activation.

  Source

  Single Target; Defensive; Arcane Affinity

  Type

  Single-Target; AoE; Weapon Attack

  Walking Bomb

  Mana Void

  Description

  Dakdak manipulates the exhausted magical energies of a single target, forcing a violent eruption from within their body. Deals bonus damage to spellcasters and mana-reliant enemies and additional damage with how many spells they have used prior. Ineffective against mana-deficient enemies.

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  AoE; Magic-Infused Weapon Attack; Lightning Affinity
• Miscellaneous

  Misc. 1

  Dakdak enjoys candles, particularly scented ones, as he finds them calming and provide an air of tranquility whenever he is deep in studies. He is a regular customer of the local candlemaker.

  Misc. 2

  Dakdak is capable of learning new arcane information and spells with ease, being able to grasp concepts and techniques in a much shorter time frame than some of the most advanced wizards could.

  Misc. 3

  The Kobold Wizard is often times seen as abrasive or harsh, but that's due to his nature of wanting the truth and often does not flower his language as a result.

  Liz'rd Wiz'rd

Character by: joshuadim
Code by: Ambiloquous

 

[Elenion Aura]

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• Rigidis Sammonicus

  Poor Magician

  Alias

  The Gambler

  Age

  26 years old

  Gender

  Female

  Race

  Human

  Height

  165 cm

  Weight

  51 kg

  Class

  Wizard

  Affiliation

  N/A

  Homeland

  Closter
• Backstory

  Called from Distant Lands

  Rigidis Sammonicus washed up on the white shores some fifteen years ago. Unlike the other Called, she never really got the sand out of her face. A metaphor, of course, since she's neither dead nor did the acolytes of the Tervetula fail in their sacred duties to the ankle-biter then. But when she was delivered to the city of Closter, she was found to have innate potential in the arcane arts. She was quickly sent to an academy with a pointy hat in hand. A big mistake.

  Falling

  It was there that Rigidis (her wizardry name) discovered just how in over her head she was. Teacher after teacher had different reasons why: she lacked imagination, self-control, an inclination to weave the mysteries of the cosmos, and more. Each derogatory remark stung and increased her resentment. She stayed in the field to prove them all wrong. It took extracurricular tutoring, which she paid for herself, to remain somewhat acceptable.

  Fallen

  The tutors were not cheap. A considerable debt accumulated. Rigidis went to the academy to help refinance it. The dean said no since it was a private matter. Desperate for coin, she gambled, legally and illegally. She found she liked it; she found she was bad at it. Her debt only grew. Threatened with both expulsion and prison, Rigidis requested a gap year and her application to descend into Caedia. In one year’s time, there will be enough gold in her to pay everyone back or she will die trying.

  The Fool
• Figura Ignis

  Figure of Fire

  Description

  The nuts and bolts of transmutation. Take a wizard of questionable competence, her spell book to catalog the incantations, and a non-magical fire to control within fifty feet. Success will see the flame seized for an hour, contorting itself into simple shapes, dimming and brightening on command. Great for parties. Her going rate is five bronze coins an hour.

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  Single-Target

  Sonitus Tonitrui

  Sound of Thunder

  Description

  Evocation is the art of summoning a higher agent on behalf of the wizard. Those on the other side tend to drive a hard bargain. But they do offer select services for the right price. No, she doesn't have thunder to rend the heavens. But she can imitate that terrible sound twice a day. Cover your ears because it is loud.

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  AoE; Stun; Lightning Affinity

  Inconstant

  Disorient

  Description

  Enchantment is often referred to as healing magic. One gently enters the cracks of another's mind, soothes the points of pain, and gathers an understanding of them. She forgoes the gentle part. Hers is an intrusive spike into the psyche of her target with no other result than to inflict phantom pain. It’s dangerous since she’s using the consequences of a failed spell. Liable to backfire.

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  Single-Target; Stun; Psychic Affinity

  Pacisci

  Bargain

  Description

  Remember those "higher agents" in evocation? When she closes her eyes and focuses with the utmost practice on them, she has a "bond" with the one who gave her the thunderclap. You learn in Wizardry 101 never to cut cards so closely with them. But after three stiff beers and fifteen rolls of the dice, the line becomes blurred. The deal is simple: all her current wealth to become a human torch for as long as the money lasts. By the end, she will be destitute.

  Source

  Magic

  Type

  Self-Targeted; Fire Affinity
• Miscellaneous

  Misc. 1

  Rigidis is an envious soul. The better the wizard, the more she hates them. It’s very much a case of “it should have been me, not you!”

  Misc. 2

  An opportunity for cards is an opportunity taken. Rigidis is not addicted. She can stop if she wants to. By the way, are you ready for another game?

  Misc. 3

  Buried inside the pit of Rigidis’ heart is a simple formula: a deal is a deal. While she might fiddle with a detail here or there for her own benefit, you can trust her to keep the spirit of the promise alive.

  Spend Free

Character by: @Carolyn
Code by: Ambiloquous

 

[Elenion Aura]

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• Gou

  Ferocious Gourmand

  Alias

  Devourer

  Age

  48 years old

  Gender

  Male

  Race

  Oni

  Height

  177 cm

  Weight

  78 kg

  Class

  Barbarian

  Affiliation

  N/A

  Homeland

  Maeyama
• Backstory

  The Fall and Rise

  In a distant land, its location unreachable through any method bound by logic or reason, the Oni race ruled over humanity with heartless tyranny, and dreadful voracity. Any men who dare oppose the horned demons would meet their fate by their superior strength, and amidst all Oni, it was Shuten-dōji that ruled over all living beings. His arrogance and near-sightedness proved to become his eventual demise, as his head rolled down the muddied battlefield, the blade of Minamoto no Yorimitsu dripping with the Oni king's blood. The veteran Oni were too deep into their murderous ways to listen to reason, but Shuten-dōji's children, with minds still malleable and capable of accepting peace with humanity, they were spared from the hero's execution.
  
  The children of Shuten-dōji faced many adversities, as they began to live among men. Humanity was understandably resentful of the surviving members of the Oni tribe, scornful at best, bloodthirsty at worst. It was only due to Yorimitsu's intervention that their lives were never ended by human hands, but rather by the peaceful passage of time. The Oni grew and learned to coexist, the passing decades leading to a true understanding between the two species. In order to avoid in-breeding, the Oni requested for humanity's assistance to pass on their bloodline.

  Little Ogre

  Many generations passed, those beings bearing the label of Oni looked strikingly more diluted than those written in old folk tales, resembling something closer to the humans they chose to bond with centuries ago. Gou was but one of the many direct descendants of the deceased lord of the ogres, a child brimming with an Oni's vitality, but bearing a calm and quiet demeanor which belied his strong demonic instincts. Even among his keen, the young man possessed an outstanding appetite, a fresh bowl of rice in his hands only enjoying a few seconds of life, and not even the bones of fish were spared from his grinding teeth. Despite his unusual quirks, Gou was a child raised with love and care from both his parents and his community, and grew up into a fine young man that never hesitated to help out in return. It was an uplifting reminder that the days of blood dyeing the very land crimson was way behind them, Men and Oni were now united as one.
  

  An Appetizing Journey

  Despite the happiness that his peaceful life could provide, a new hunger welled from within the Oni, one of a different nature to the ever-present rumbling in his stomach. It was a craving that stemmed deeper than his primal instincts. It was the call of adventure, driving his steps towards unknown lands, the thirst for a challenge that could forge him into an indomitable being of legend, after all, what could possibly bring more honor to a benevolent Oni than to become someone capable of overshadowing Shuten-dōji's footprint? With a tender farewell, he stepped out of the land of the ogres, for the first time into uncharted territory.
  
  Gou's travels took him all across the continent, his eyes laying upon sights alien to anyone from the village. He spent countless nights staring at the starry sky, the moon becoming his nightstand candle. He battled foes both weak and strong, etching stories into his inexperienced body, too young and tender to make them fade. But most importantly, his palate was pampered with so many new experiences, from the ingredients the land could yield, the creatures he could hunt, or the skills of the hands crafting his next meal. Peace and quiet were great, but this life suited Gou better, filling and fulfilling.
  
  It was one stormy night when an impatient Oni disregarded the risks of ferrying across the turbulent waters. One errant wave was all it took for the vessel shatter and sink, leaving its passengers to a tragic fate. Moreso than death, Gou was bitter to the fact of never meeting his end in honorable battle, but under the merciless grasp of nature.
  
  Curious that his next awakening was not by the lights of the afterlife, but the aggressive aftertaste of salt water coating his mouth. He was alive, and seemingly in one piece, but more importantly...
  
  Who was he, again?

  Kizunamura
• Ogre Vitality

  Death Takes me Not

  Description

  Evokes the dormant power of the Oni bloodline, enhancing and accelerating Gou's natural healing process to impossible levels, healing most minor injuries and diminishing major wounds. A single use of this ability burns through Gou's calories and renders him starved, cannot use it again until his hunger is sated.

  Source

  Innate Skill (Oni)

  Type

  Self-Targeted; Self-Healing

  Devour

  Primal Hunger

  Description

  Gou lunges at the enemy, brutally biting into their body and tearing away a sizeable chunk. The consumption of fresh, pulsating flesh enhances the Oni's barbaric rage, increasing his overall power, also slightly reduces his hunger. Unable to use on targets with inedible or extremely hard bodies, and Gou refrains from actually eating flesh if the target is an intelligent being.

  Source

  Martial Skill, Basic Arts

  Type

  Single-Target; Self-Buff

  Tenderize

  Overwhelm

  Description

  Tapping into his underused mana reserves, Gou's muscles tense to their limit, going in for an all-out, devastating strike. He can choose between swinging horizontally for a wide, sweeping strike, or a vertical crushing blow. Gou's body needs a few moments to recover before using it again.

  Source

  Magic; Weapon Art (Two-Handed Weapons)

  Type

  Single-Target; AoE; Magic-Infused Weapon Attack

  Warrior Tribe

  No Pain No Gain

  Description

  Drawing their might from their battleborn nature, hurting an Oni makes them stronger and more aggressive. During battle, Gou's strength increases the more damage he takes, slowly changing his fighting style to one that discards defense and self-preservation for the sake of destroying the enemy. As long as the damage doesn't border on incapacitating, his performance in battle will only increase.

  Source

  Innate Skill (Oni)

  Type

  Passive
• Miscellaneous

  Misc. 1

  As an Oni, Gou's body has excellent regeneration, making it extremely unlikely for him to develop scars even from deep wounds, the prominent marks on his chest and arms come from a time before adulthood, when his body wasn't wasn't strong enough to make the injuries disappear. Part of him wishes he could sport more scars to add to the seasoned warrior look.

  Misc. 2

  Beneath his nonchalant expression and demeanor, Gou is surprisingly determined and competitive, wanting to surpass those he deem as impressive, although he usually never vocalizes these sentiments, leading to people finding his actions somewhat unpredictable at times. This behavior was most prominent in his desire to someday become stronger than the Ogre King, now only a vague whisper in the deepest halls of his mind.

  Misc. 3

  Whenever he's not eating, training or sleeping (in that order of priority), Gou enjoys spending time dipping his toes into the arts, from poetry to music, he finds it an enjoyable and relaxing outlet, where he can properly express himself beyond his lackluster vocal behavior. His skill are still pretty questionable, but he's slowly learning and improving.

  Feast to Flourish

Character by: Roda the Red
Code by: Ambiloquous
Faceclaim: 10R
Background: Tu Yu
Skill Icons: Slay the Spire