Fantasy Eldritch WIP characters

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THIS THREAD IS FOR WIP CHARACTERS
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For profiles I merely have a few requirements. Firstly, you must write what your character's class(see magic section) is, what spells they can use and their weapon of choice. I will also need an appearance, in the form of text, image, or both. Additionally the characters height and weight should be included. The final requirement is that the profile tallies up to be about 800 or more words cumulatively. The characters are collectors of null, if you want to be something else then contact me.

You can do the more typical biography/personality. You can define your character anyway you like, if you want you can make a short story defining an important point in their life. You are free to create anything you like when creating a character. If you need to create a city, country, NPC or eldritch tool, then go ahead and do so. This thread is for WIP characters.

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Interest Check
WIP Charcters
Complete Profiles

 

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[Black Jade]

P E R S O N A

Appearance:

Hair Color: Light Blue
Eye Color: Greyish blue
Modifications: A Tattoo of a star on his right arm​

Personality: Shin is a crazy, insane, and unpredictable male with a knack for training. He's quite . . . Crazy, in a sense where he is not controllable, and he gives no respect to anyone. He isn't afraid to threaten someone if they plan to oppose him. Due to this, he doesn't have many friends, as most people can't handle him in general.

No body knows much about him, as he keeps his identity and past a secret, he hates it, and he himself can't exactly remember who, or what he is. His true intentions are unknown, as well as his own emotions.

C O M B A T

Race: Human

Class: Rogue

Weapon: His weapon is a black pendent with a skull imprinted into it. Once the coin is pulled off of it's string, he can turn it into one of 5 weapons and forms. Zeroth Form: Masume, First Form: Chain of Darkness, Send Form: Shuriken, Third Form, Severed Shadow, and Fourth Form: Branched Darkness, by chanting a spell word for each one.

Magic Basis: Shadow, weapon use

Spells:
Madness Takehold: In here, it enhances his physical and magical capabilities by an incredible amount, is shown by a large star in the users eyes.

Silent Strike: He jumps into a shadow, entering the shadow realm, and pops back out into another one, attacking.

Shadow Star Zeroth Form: Musume - The first form of the Enchanted Weapon. It's a white katana of which is extremely strong and sharp.

• Matsu: A long scarf like shadow surrounds his neck, which then can be used freely to move around, lift him from the ground, etc.
• Shadow Men: Shadows of him show up as dark entity like creatures. They do no damage, but are distracting, and take damage for him.
• Infinity: Strange black shadow like blades, 5 to ten of them, all surround him for a major attack.
• ShadowStar: Here, his speed is increased incredibly, and he leaves "Shadows" of himself. Basically after images, but leaving behind solid like matter.
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Shin Dae Mun​

Alias: The Avatar​

B A S I C

Age: 25
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150 ib
Nicknames: Star Demon

M I S C

History: WIP

Skills:

Calm and cool
Strong Weaponry
Smart as hell
Skilled in Hand to Hand combat​

EXTRA

Likes:

Sleeping
Pleasant Dreams
Food
Warm places​

Dislikes:

Being Hungry
Mornings
Exerting too much energy to exhaustion​

 

[Black Jade]

It's a WIP

 

[Cenedril]

Tyrion Kahlor​

• Physical Profile
• Combat
• Psychological Profile / Background

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  Nickname(s): The Vanguard, Tyr
  Age: 26
  Appearance:
  Height: 6ft 4in
  Weight: 203lbs (Out of Armor) 228lbs (In Armor)
  Class: Knight
  
  Weaponry: Aequitis (Ack-quit-iss) | Two-Handed Longsword
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  Weapon Description: Aequitis is simple in appearance, looking like any other regular longsword to the naked eye. The true impressiveness of the weapon lies in the high-quality materials and exemplary craftsmanship that went into forging it.
  
  Armor Description: Unlike many of the other Knights of the land, Tyrion's is not a full plate suit and is instead a mixture of leather, chain-mail and plate. As with his sword, his armor is forged with only the highest-quality metals and only by the most skilled craftsman and it has served him well for many years. His armor is mainly painted with red and black and he wears a tabard emblazoned with his family crest.
  
  Equipment: Alongside his sword he carries a variety of common dungeoneering tools, such as torches, tinderboxes, rations, a bedroll, a waterskin, rope and other useful items and equipment. Tyrion is not one to venture out unprepared.
  
  
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  Siphon Life

  
  Drains the very life from the target, causing them to become more tired, weaker and inflicting immense pain while the caster gains energy and the healing process of their wounds is increased.
  
  Stormbringer

  
  Tyrion swings his sword in a downward arc, causing lightning to strike from the sky onto whatever he hits.
  
  
  
  Earthshatter

  
  Tyrion slams his sword into the ground, causing the ground to crumble and break in a line, sending large shards of rocks at the targets in the area and possibly knocking them off their feet.
  
  
  
  Berserking

  
  The more injured he is, the stronger and faster his attacks become.
  
  
  
  Needs a good name

  
  Tyrion doubles in size and strength for a short time.
  
  
  
  Cleansing Arc

  
  Tyrionswings his sword in an arc, sending a wave of fire forward.
  
  
  
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Archie Eachann
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• Basics
• Combat
• Dossier

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  Nickname(s)- Guardian of the Sands, Seeker
  Age-22
  Appearence(text)-
  Height- 6'2"
  Weight- 170lb
  Class- Rogue
  Weapons- A set of scimitars
  
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  Flash-Blade

  
  Archie turns invisible, leaving a replica of himself in his precise position the instant that he vanishes. The spell is silent when cast and it is difficult to notice in the heat of battle. It requires a free hand and the only indicator that something happened would be the brief flash of a dim light seated in the center of his palm. Afterwards he will have the replica distract his opponent, being careful to avoid their strikes as they will simply phase through the clones body. Archie will take his time to make his way to his opponents back to lay a lethal strike at their backside.
  
  
  
  Pocket Light

  
  In an instant a blinding light will beam from the surface of his scimitar. Anyone who gets a direct glimpse of the light will be blinded for approximately thirty-seconds. If they manage to cover their eyes in a reasonable time that duration will be shortened to ten-seconds. If their eyes are concealed well before the light even goes off, they will be immune of its effects entirely and Archie's defenses will be opened.
  
  
  
  After-Image

  
  Archie alters the light around his body to change how his enemies perceive him. Attacks will appear to phase through him he will be completely unhindered from any attacks that reach him. In reality, he is not immune to any of these thing it is simply that their attacks are actually missing him even although they do appear to hit. They are hitting the Archie that was there moments ago rather than the one that exist in the present time-- those attacks are hitting his after-image. The effect when cast is obvious, a light will radiate throughout his entire body. It is up to the opponent to decipher the effects of that light, however.
  
  
  
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  Archie lives for routine. He works best when he's following orders, when he's moving towards a purpose, when he's pointed in a direction and told kill them. He thrives off structure and discipline - clear-cut rules with no ambiguity, no room for interpretation - and while he's managed to shake off most of the knee-jerk reactions to authority he's developed in the last decade or so, there's still a little bit of that there. normally, Archie has a very healthy respect for the hierarchy of command, and will absolutely defer to people he thinks are above him. He is very good at staying within the parameters of his orders, and it's only when order breaks down that he starts to get a little erratic
  
  Steady is the blade that purpose holds. Archie doesn't really doubt, or question, things. He firmly believes the saying that hesitation is the death of advantage, so he's really an all or nothing person. Either he commits, or he doesn't commit at all. he absolutely hates leaving something done halfway, so once he's settled on something, he will doggedly see it through until the end. This probably extends to causes, and most definitely covers orders. Practical to the point of cruelty, Archie always opts for the most efficient way to get something done. He grew up on not enough's and almost's, so he's very aware of not wasting any resource.
  
  While he can think quickly on his feet and bend against the changing tides - at times acting impulsively to protect and defend - it always leads to the original goal. If he wants something, he will do his damnedest to get it no matter what obstacles inhibit his advance; these are viewed as nothing more than diversions or nuisances. He sincerely believes that nothing is impossible, everything is feasible, and has often overwhelmed the inconceivable on many occasions which is why those who know him aren't surprised when he comes up with a plan that is entirely off the wall. His unfaltering focus makes him relentless and very difficult for him to forgive when his trust is razed.
  
  
  

 

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Skyler Wess
"Kye"

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BASICS

Age: 21
Appearence: Skyler has short, almost white gray hair, and golden-brown eyes. She's small in stature, and so pale that she needs to be wary of too much sun. She prefers longer pieces of clothing that hardly allows any exposed skin.
Height: 5'3
Weight: 118 lbs
Class: Mage

COMBAT

Photon Cloak

Best used on herself, Skyler is able to bend light in order to trick the eye. In this sense, she is able to move around without being seen. The Photon Cloak is also known as her "Invisibility Cloak." It does have a few setbacks and is far from perfect. The "cloak" cannot mask smell or sound, and it also produces a sort of faint rippling effect, similar to a heat haze one would see in the desert; but it is only noticeable if you look directly at her while she's moving.

Flash

No... It's not the sort of "flash" that you're thinking of.
Skyler is able to produce a burst of bright, blinding light so intense that it will make you see stars even if your eyes are closed. While it doesn't backfire on her, she does have to be careful about using it around comrades; as she risks blinding them as well.

Glow

Skyler is able to make any part of her body glow with a faint light. It's probably the first light-based spell that she learned, so it's the easiest for her to perform. For the most part, it doesn't consume much energy and doesn't take much concentration to keep up. However, it's more effective against a dark cave than it is against an enemy.

Sun Bomb

This spell is one of the more difficult for her to perform. It requires quite a bit of time to prepare, and a good amount of Arcana to make. The more damage that she wants it to do, the longer it takes and the more exhausted she will become after using it.
The Sun Bomb is basically a ball of condensed energy. The distance it can be thrown depends on how powerful it is; the less Arcana it consumes the farther it can be thrown. It explodes upon impact with any solid surface; the damage--again-- depends on how much Skyler is willing to put into it.

Illusions

Like with the Photon Cloak, Skyler manipulates one's visual perception with this ability. She can create false characters with this spell; whether it be monsters or clones. However, these illusions do not have any shadows and have a very faint haze effect to them that is only really noticeable when they stand still or move slowly. Also, they are not solid entities, so they cannot make physical contact with anything but each other.

Golden Whip

This spell is a little more solid than the others. It requires a little less energy than a weaker Sun Bomb, but is still one of her more exhausting abilities. Skyler can condense light to the point where it can become a physical thing; more specifically a whip-like cord. The length and strength depends on how much Arcana that she decides to put into it, and she must concentrate on maintaining it or else it will disappear instantly. With this whip she can bind opponents, and even disarm them of their weapons.
(Her favorite thing to do is trip people)

DOSSIER

Skyler spent most of her life traveling.

For the first thirteen years of her life, she traveled with her father; as her mother had died in childbirth. Her father was a merchant who sold various things from jewelry to cooking equipment to random nicknacks; and because of this, they didn't really have a house. Skyler was fine with it, she got to see many exciting places and got to meet some very interesting people. However, this kind of life also made her realize how cruel the world could be at a very young age. In her time traveling she had seen things like poverty take hold of entire towns and had come face-to-face with bandits more than once.

However, despite all of this her father taught her to stay optimistic. In fact, one of his favorite sayings was "for every storm there will come a rainbow," and he would quote it every time they came in contact with something horrific.

A majority of her personality was formed from her time with her father. Because of him, Skyler ended up being a fairly optimistic person on the outside. She also developed a fairly vivid imagination, as he would often make up stories whenever they were trapped somewhere do to weather. That and Skyler also obtained an uncanny ability to make bad jokes for every situation; the worse the situation is, the cheesier the joke.

When Skyler was thirteen, she was left with a mage that they did frequent business with. There wasn't any explanation behind it. He was just... Gone. Though the mage, Aine, helped her try to find him, they couldn't find anything. Not even rumors helped their search.

Aine was much more pessimistic than her father. She was suspicious of everyone and everything and was rarely tricked. She was headstrong and blunt with her speech, and rarely ever held her tongue. The woman didn't believe in happy endings or luck, and instead put her faith in hard work. She valued honesty above all else and would punish Skyler severely whenever she lied; even if it was a small fib. But, for the most part, she was caring and didn't form strong opinions without knowing the full story. Skyler ended up picking up some of her habits as well, though not nearly as extreme.

During her years with Aine, Skyler slowly learned how to properly utilize Arcana in order to cast spells. Her mentor was much more proficient in such a field and was able to cast more kinds of spells than Skyler could name. Aine insisted that they build up the girl's skills, starting with a base element that she would later branch off from. Admiring the concept of Light-based magic the most, Skyler, of course, chose to start there.

She managed to get pretty far with the Light magic, and even went as far as creating a few spells of her own. Skyler had reached the point of being able to advance to a new element. However, things didn't work out that way.

A group, who's name still remains unknown to the girl, had apparently been hunting her mentor for some time. Aine told Skyler to run before any solid form of explanation was given. And all the young mage really heard before escaping was that they wanted her mentor's powers; or something along those lines. Unfortunately, when Skyler tried to double back to fine the old woman, there were no tracks. She didn't know if her mentor was alive or dead, or whether she had escaped or agreed to go with the strangers.

That occurred when Skyler was 18. From that point on, she had been on her own.

 

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Unarmored:

Renaissance Shawcross​

• Basics
• Combat
• Dossier

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  Nickname(s)- The Blood Hunter, The Sinister Blade
  
  Age- 22
  
  Appearance:
  
  Height- 5'7
  
  Weight-110 lbs
  
  Class- Rogue
  
  
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  Weapon of Choice: Her custom-made bow and arrows and twin daggers covered in poison.
  
  Flicker

  
  Renaissance teleports herself a short distance.
  
  
  
  Relentless Assault

  
  Renaissance switches to her bows, firing 10 arrows in 5 seconds. The first arrow hit will stun the target and each arrow that has hit the same target will double the damage. Relentless assault will boost the attack speed and attack damage of Renaissance for 10 seconds.
  
  
  
  Takedown

  
  (Can only be used after Flicker) Renaissance switches to her daggers after Flicker which will cause her to spin causing grievous wounds to the target hit, while turning, Renaissance will throw three daggers at each separate target.
  
  
  
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  Renaissance has never been the one who backs down from a fight. In fact, she never does. She has earned the title "The Blood Hunter" throughout the lands. She was proud of herself. She hunted for blood. She hunted for money to survive. She was fearless. She was a mercenary. She may be sarcastic, annoying or even a pain in the ass but she has a heart, and she locked it away because she learned her lesson one fateful day.
  
  She was running among rooftops, feeling the wind against her face, her hair trailing wildly behind her. She was free, and she never felt so alive after slitting the throat of her target. She was on her way to pick up her reward, 1000 gold. It was a lot, even for her. She had a stable life, and no one would dare ambush her, since the results would be their head rolling down to the ground. She ran towards the forest. After 20 minutes of running at full speed she slowed down, and started to climb a tree. She didn't trust her client, so she stayed hidden for another five minutes when 5 buff men emerged from the thick, dense forest, carrying a sack.
  
  She smirked, as she waited for the men to leave. They left after 10 minutes and 25 seconds, as Renaissance waited for another 10. Her senses were on high alert as she assured herself the coast was clear. Jumping off the tree, she walked slowly towards the sac, a dagger in one hand, waiting for the sack to move and strike. But, it didn't. Instead, when she opened the sac, there was a boy, around her age, gagged and bound with tight ropes, tears streaming down his face.
  
  Was this boy really only worth 1000 gold? Renaissance gritted her teeth as she realized her client betrayed her. She will bring bloodshed to them, she vowed. She looked towards the boy who gave her a mortified look. She sighed as she neared her dagger towards the boy as he started to fidget and thrash. She held him by the throat. "Keep still." She whispered impatiently as she swiftly cut his bounds.
  
  "Why didnt you kill me?" The boy asked as he took off his gag. "To put it simply, you weren't worth the effort for me to clean up all the blood. Plus, you didnt really do anything to me." She answered monotonously as she helped him out of the sack. "Thank you." The boy quietly said. "Its... no problem."
  
  Years have passed and the boy (also known as Alaric) clung to her like glue. She was 21 years old, and for the past 5 years, things have been... better now that Alaric was there. he was like a brother to her, and she taught him all the things she knew, except for some skills she kept to herself. They were assassins, killers. She trusted Alaric with all her life.
  
  Until of course, the person that brought Alaric and Renaissance together showed up.
  
  "Ahh, Alaric. How have you been?" The fat corrupted man asked as he spread his arms out wide. In a flash, she was immediately pinned down by 5 men. She struggled to get up and she noticed Alaric wasn't held down at all. She glared at the man she trusted for 5 years as he just smirked and bent down at her level. "Surprised? Honestly, for a mercenary, you trust someone so easily." Alaric cackled as she took one of the knives Renaissance gave her. "Its a shame really," he smirked, "To see such a beautiful face, scarred!" He yelled as he brought the knife down to Renaissance's face, leaving a cut from her forehead down to her lower cheek. She screamed in rage as she quickly got out of the hold the five men put her in, and eliminated them all, one by one. She even killed the fat pig, never knowing who his name really was. As she stood up, her clothes soaked in blood from her own and the others, she saw Alaric from the rooftop, smirking down at her, knife in hand. She glared at him as he turned around, leaving her with a mass of broken bodies, and a broken heart.
  
  "Never again, asshole."