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[Lithia Lace]

Name: Aliyah Henderson

Age: Twenty - One (21)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Race: Druid - Elf

Personality:
Aliyah is seen to be quite energetic and uplifting, usually withholding a cold shoulder to only those that upset her. As a woman of varied interests, her main focus would be further growing her healing magic and exploring nature. Though she would like to avoid conflict, Aliyah recognizes the unrealistic expectations and will offer confrontations if the situation calls

Biography:
Fairing from a frontier human village, Aliyah comes from a relative abnormal upbringing. Her mother being of the forest folk and her father an elf, Aliyah was considered an abnormality to many of the village but was eventually accepted through her steadfast determination in helping the village through her healing magic. Learning her magic from her mother, Aliyah has come to better broaden her horizons and do some good in the world by joining the guild.

Magic: Conjuration; healing

[Regrowth]: A standard spell that is channeled via mental concentration which hastens the speed of recovery of an injury.

Weapon(s): An enchanted oak wand and slightly rusted dagger.

Item(s): N/A

Miscellaneous: N/A​

Approved.

 

[HandsomeJack]

• Reed Solomon
• Azrael Omen
• Victoria Rast

• 
  
  
  Reed Solomon
  ​
  Age: 28
  
  Height: 6'2
  
  Weight: 190 lbs of Muscle
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  
  Race: Human
  
  Personality: Reed is a rather tough guy and appears rough and mean around the edges, but in reality he's more of an older brother type figure; often dealing out tough love.
  
  Bio: Prior to joining the Forsaken Dawn, Reed spent his time working in construction using Architecture manipulation. While the job paid decently, Reed wanted something more than the day to day of working construction; so he joined the adventurers guild to find more excitement. Often times Reed can become bored and go seeking trouble for the sake of an adrenaline rush as well.
  
  Magic:
  
  • Evocation - Fire Evocation: Ability to cast fire magic.
  • Conjuration - Incendiary Cloud: Summons a cloud of thick smoke and embers.
  • Conjuration - Architecture Manipulation: The ability to manipulate architectural structures. (Was necessary for working in construction so Reed is actually very skilled with this ability).
  Weapon(s):
  
  Spoiler: Reed's Sword

  
  
  Item(s): N/A (Might add later)
  
  Miscellaneous: N/A (Might add later)
  
  
• 
  
  
  Azrael Omen
  ​
  Age: 26
  
  Height: 6'0
  
  Weight: 160 lbs
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  
  Race: Werewolf
  
  Personality: While Azrael looks rather dark and unapproachable he's actually very friendly and kind.
  
  Bio: Azrael isn't your average werewolf in the fact that he can use magic. Due to this strange affinity his pack sent him off to find someone to tutor him. Eventually, Azrael found himself joining the Forsaken Dawn Guild, where he could both do good and further his magical abilities.
  
  Magic:
  
  • Conjuration -
    • Can conjure a large black bird (Like pictured).
    • Teleportation using a portal.
  
  Weapon(s): While he often doesn't need any sort of weapon, Azrael keeps a small hunting dagger on him just in case.
  
  Item(s): A necklace with a small charm bearing the symbol of his pack.
  
  Miscellaneous: N/A (Might add later)
  
  
• 
  
  
  Victoria (Vicky) Rast
  ​
  Age: 24
  
  Height: 5'6
  
  Weight: 130 lbs
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  
  Race: Dark Elf
  
  Personality: Vicky can be rather cold and uninviting. She doesn't often bother with small talk or niceties and rather get straight to the point of things.
  
  Bio: Vicky is from one of the more prestigious families in the Madwood. Growing up she was always close with Akar, so much so that even their families began to make plans for an arranged marriage in the future. While Vicky does have romantic feelings for Akar, they remained unreciprocated.
  
  Magic:
  
  • Divination - Scrying: Can spy on/watch people. Works best with an item belonging to the target.
  • Necromancy - Summoning: Can summon spirits. Wishes to learn to summon corpses as well.
  
  Weapon(s): Throwing Knives and a small long sword with a black leather hilt/grip.
  
  Item(s): N/A (Might add later)
  
  Miscellaneous: N/A (Might add later)
  
  

 

[Lithia Lace]

• Reed Solomon
• Azrael Omen
• Victoria Rast

• 
  
  
  Reed Solomon
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  Age: 28
  
  Height: 6'2
  
  Weight: 190 lbs of Muscle
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  
  Race: Human
  
  Personality: Reed is a rather tough guy and appears rough and mean around the edges, but in reality, he's more of an older brother type figure; often dealing out tough love.
  
  Bio: (Might add later)
  
  Magic:
  
  • Evocation - Fire Evocation: Ability to cast fire magic
  • Conjuration - Incendiary Cloud: Summons a cloud of thick smoke and embers
  Weapon(s):
  
  Spoiler: Reed's Sword

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  Item(s): N/A (Might add later)
  
  Miscellaneous: N/A (Might add later)
  
  
• 
  
  
  Azrael Omen
  View attachment 877998​
  Age: 26
  
  Height: 6'0
  
  Weight: 160 lbs
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  
  Race: Werewolf
  
  Personality: While Azrael looks rather dark and unapproachable he's actually very friendly and kind.
  
  Bio: Azrael isn't your average werewolf in the fact that he can use magic. Due to this strange affinity, his pack sent him off to find someone to tutor him. Eventually, Azrael found himself joining the Forsaken Dawn Guild, where he could both do good and further his magical abilities.
  
  Magic:
  
  • Conjuration -
    • Can conjure a large black bird (Like pictured).
    • Teleportation using a portal.
  
  Weapon(s): While he often doesn't need any sort of weapon, Azrael keeps a small hunting dagger on him just in case.
  
  Item(s): A necklace with a small charm bearing the symbol of his pack.
  
  Miscellaneous: N/A (Might add later)
  
  
• 
  
  
  Victoria (Vicky) Rast
  View attachment 878006​
  Age: 24
  
  Height: 5'6
  
  Weight: 130 lbs
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  
  Race: Dark Elf
  
  Personality: Vicky can be rather cold and uninviting. She doesn't often bother with small talk or niceties and rather get straight to the point of things.
  
  Bio: Vicky is from one of the more prestigious families in the Madwood. Growing up she was always close with Akar, so much so that even their families began to make plans for an arranged marriage in the future. While Vicky does have romantic feelings for Akar, they remained unreciprocated.
  
  Magic:
  
  • Divination - Scrying: Can spy on/watch people. Works best with an item belonging to the target.
  • Necromancy - Summoning: Can summon spirits. Wishes to learn to summon corpses as well.
  
  Weapon(s): Throwing Knives and a small long sword with a black leather hilt/grip.
  
  Item(s): N/A (Might add later)
  
  Miscellaneous: N/A (Might add later)
  
  

Okay, I'm going to assume that since Scarlet Fires reacted to this that she's okay with you being a part of her character's backstory so I think we're good here, looks good to me. Approved.

 

[Scarlet Fires]

Okay, I'm going to assume that since Scarlet Fires reacted to this that she's okay with you being a part of her character's backstory so I think we're good here, looks good to me. Approved.

Yes he okayed it

 

[Lithia Lace]

Yes he okayed it

Ah my bad, you are a he

 

[HandsomeJack]

Ah my bad, you are a he

lol Scarlets a She, I'm the he. We used to Rp together before and both ended up on a Hiatus for a while, so I can confidently say that she has a tendency to phrase things in a confusing way from time to time.

 

[Lithia Lace]

lol Scarlets a She, I'm the he. We used to Rp together before and both ended up on a Hiatus for a while, so I can confidently say that she has a tendency to phrase things in a confusing way from time to time.

Ah, I see

 

[Scarlet Fires]

Ah, I see

Lol Yeah that’s my bad I meant it as He okayed it with me first

 

[Mistory]

Name:
Yorvik Hauser (Your-ick)
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Race:
Human
Appearance:

Personality:
Yorvik is a kind and hardworking soul, and tries to empathize with others in conflict, but can often tunnel vision when he gets a goal in mind.
He has had issues in the past, of him being looked down upon for a variety of reasons, and struggles with his own perception of himself.
Yorvik is determined to make a name for himself and prove his own worth, but he tends to get too stuck in his head for his own good.

Bio:
Yorvik is very secretive about his past before the guild, and doesn't like talking about it.
(Code= I'm still not done writing it >.<)
Magic:
Conjuration - Mana Well - Yorvik naturally produces massive amounts of mana, but has continuously struggled with releasing this mana in spells. Instead, he finds other ways to make use of it, like powering the Hauser One.

Weapon(s):

The Hauser One, A machine that uses Yorvik's naturally accumulated Mana for power. While it is by no means graceful, it packs quite a punch, and at the very least acts as good muscle.
Yorvik often pilots Hauser from inside, but Hauser does show some simple autonomy, able to follow easy orders like "follow" and "wait".

Item(s):A set of high quality tools for his mechanics, and some spare minor parts for emergencies

Miscellaneous: .
Yorvik stands at a diminutive 4'9.
Hauser One stands at just shy of 9 feet.
Yorvik is often mistaken to be far younger than he really is do to his size and boyish features. Just another thing to be sensitive about...
Yorvik's right leg is a prosthetic from the knee down, and was actually one of his first projects!
The Hauser One isn't the only machine Yorvik has in mind, but until he can get the Coll to afford the materials, he really can't move forward with many of his ideas. These things aren't cheap!

 

[Lithia Lace]

Name:
Yorvik Hauser (Your-ick)
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Race:
Human
Appearance:
View attachment 878136
Personality:
Yorvik is a kind and hardworking soul, and tries to empathize with others in conflict, but can often tunnel vision when he gets a goal in mind.
He has had issues in the past, of him being looked down upon for a variety of reasons, and struggles with his own perception of himself.
Yorvik is determined to make a name for himself and prove his own worth, but he tends to get too stuck in his head for his own good.

Bio:
Yorvik is very secretive about his past before the guild, and doesn't like talking about it.
(Code= I'm still not done writing it >.<)
Magic:
Conjuration - Mana Well - Yorvik naturally produces massive amounts of mana, but has continuously struggled with releasing this mana in spells. Instead, he finds other ways to make use of it, like powering the Hauser One.

Weapon(s):
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The Hauser One, A machine that uses Yorvik's naturally accumulated Mana for power. While it is by no means graceful, it packs quite a punch, and at the very least acts as good muscle.
Yorvik often pilots Hauser from inside, but Hauser does show some simple autonomy, able to follow easy orders like "follow" and "wait".

Item(s):A set of high quality tools for his mechanics, and some spare minor parts for emergencies

Miscellaneous: .
Yorvik stands at a diminutive 4'9.
Hauser One stands at just shy of 9 feet.
Yorvik is often mistaken to be far younger than he really is do to his size and boyish features. Just another thing to be sensitive about...
Yorvik's right leg is a prosthetic from the knee down, and was actually one of his first projects!
The Hauser One isn't the only machine Yorvik has in mind, but until he can get the Coll to afford the materials, he really can't move forward with many of his ideas. These things aren't cheap!

Interesting, approved.

 

[Coffee Shark]

Geez. I am nervous! So many awesome profiles here! \o/ Anywho, I'm sorry that I'm arriving this late to the party. Excuse time! \o/ My pc crashed and I had to rewrite most of it. I do apologize about the length. I rushed to get the gist of things down while it was still fresh in my mind and it's a mess; I'll try and see where I can trim the fat later.

Lithia, do take your time looking this over if you wish ;I think it's fair considering how long it is and how I took my sweet time posting it. If you see things that need correcting ,please send me a personal message and I'll get on it right away! Thanks in advance!

[Content Removed!]


As of June 21, I've decided to leave the roleplay due to its prolonged inactivity. I wish you all the best!

 

[Lithia Lace]

Interesting, approved

Geez. I am nervous! So many awesome profiles here! \o/ Anywho, I'm sorry that I'm arriving this late to the party. Excuse time! \o/ My pc crashed and I had to rewrite most of it. I do apologize about the length. I rushed to get the gist of things down while it was still fresh in my mind and it's a mess; I'll try and see where I can trim the fat later.

Lithia, do take your time looking this over if you wish ;I think it's fair considering how long it is and how I took my sweet time posting it. If you see things that need correcting ,please send me a personal message and I'll get on it right away! Thanks in advance!

• Sekeolath'zhin
• Nymzyr

• 
  Quick Stats
  Name: Sekeolath'zhin Glintscale
  Age: 18, but he lost count.
  Gender: Male
  Race: Kobold
  Height: 2'4"
  Weight: 40lbs
  Class: Rogue
  
  Physical Description
  
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  (images created with Heroforge! This is a rough representation of what the character looks like for reference. It's not 100% accurate.)
  
  Sekeolath'zhin, like all kobolds, is a little guy. He stands 2'4" tall and weighs approximately forty pounds, not including the weight of his gear or the goods he's carrying. His scales are predominantly green with a golden underbelly. His reptilian eyes are bright green. He has small but rather sharp teeth and claws. Sekeo tends to wear leather armor dyed in darker shades of brown, black or grey. He carries a small leather satchel at his hip with which he uses to stuff as much junk as possible into.
  
  Personality Description
  Quite friendly by kobold standards, Sekeolath'zhin shows a genuine interest in expanding his "treasure" hoard and his knowledge of the world beyond his small existence. He appreciates games, good-natured pranks , trickery, what humans call "dad jokes" and all other manner of shenanigans.
  
  He has a bit of a hoarding problem. He loves to "find" things and store them in his personal quarters. If something isn't properly secured, this little guy will try to sneak away with it. His sticky little claws have gotten him and his allies into plenty of trouble. When confronted about his theft , the kobold might try to deny that he took anything, but can quite easily be intimidated with aggressive words and posture into giving back whatever he stole fairly quickly. If he surrenders the thing he stole without any kind of shenanigans ,then it means he holds a deep respect for either the individual that told him to surrender it or the person he stole from.
  
  In combat, he's usually a coward and will refuse to engage enemies in a straightforward manner. Instead he'll hide beyond the line of vision and sneak in from behind. However, if someone he's come to deeply care about is threatened, the kobold will become as ferocious as a dragon.
  
  He may not be strong or smart, but he is very fast and very skilled at sneaking around and breaking into places or things and taking stuff without being noticed. Unless it's really big stuff. Then it's totally noticeable.
  
  Sekeolath'zhin is not interested in physical relationships, but has a tendency to fall in "love" with anyone who behaves and appears elegant (the shinier the better) . He will become a little oddly obsessed with that individual and gift them with many things he thinks are pretty and eager to follow their commands, sometimes willing to suffer abuse from that person in the process. He does have standards, but they're kinda low.
  
  
  Biography
  
  
  Spoiler

  Sekeolath'zhin was born into the large clan of Glintscale in a small kobold settlement nestled somewhere between the Icehorn Mountains and the Toweirng Woods. In the early days the Glintscales had been a unique clan of artisans who prospered under the protection and guidance of a silver dragon whom the Glintscales referred to simply as "The Silver Lady".It was custom among his people to create offerings to the dragon to show their love and gratitude for her.
  
  In many ways, the Silver Lady was both mother and goddess to the Glintscales. For it was told in the history of their clan that she had freed them from enslavement from another dragon. Unfortunately, many of the kobolds were pretty childish in nature and they'd often argue and fight over whose creation was worthy and it was commonplace for them to compete with each other for their Lady's praise. Talent shows were commonplace in which the artisans and entertainers would showcase their skills and expect their Lady to judge. Much to the Lady's frustration, these competitions for her affection became increasingly more antagonistic and try as she might, she couldn't get her "children" to understand that she didn't play favorites. Sekeo wasn't a special case. He was among the petty, squabbling masses, pining for attention.
  
  One spring day the Lady departed from Glintscale Glade, telling the kobolds that she had "important business" that needed attending to and that she would need to be away for a few months. The Glintscales had been beside themselves with terrible anxiety. Though it was fairly common for their matron to come and go, she rarely left for more than a couple weeks at a time. The Glintscales weren't sure they could stand to be alone without her for so long. Ultimately, there was little they could say to persuade her to shorten her trip time,accepting her assurances that she would never leave her beloved children for so long if her business wasn't so important.
  
  Weeks passed, then months, and finally a year had transpired and the kobolds had fallen into despair. Some of them whispered rumors that the dragon had abandoned them to find children who were worthy of her. Others ,like Sekeo feared a worse fate may have befallen her. But solving the mystery of the dragon's disappearance was the least of the clan's problems for the absence of the dragon hadn't gone unnoticed and left the peaceful kobolds pretty vulnerable to attack from all manner of hostile creatures. While the Glintscales did possess defensive magics and some martial ability, they were little match for foes that were larger ,stronger and smarter than they were.
  
  After several disastrous incidents and scores of their kin had been lost, one of the larger and bolder kobolds of Glintscale , Chariroth, declared officially that the Silver Lady had betrayed and abandoned their clan and that from that point on, the Glintscales would be under his leadership. Immediately after this, the clan descended into utter chaos with some kobolds siding with Charirioth , others attempting to claim leadership and some like Sekeo not prepared to believe that the dragon had intentionally left them alone for so long. Chariroth and his followers were composed of the stronger, more aggressive of their kin though and they easily beat down and even murdered those that dared to resist their authority.
  
  Sekeolath'zhin was both powerless and afraid to openly oppose Chariroth so he made secret plans to leave home and go searching for his lost Lady. It took him a year to prepare and while he did so, the Glintscale's peaceful existence was shattered. At Chariroth's insistence, the clan was pushed to start terrorizing other races , raiding their settlements and stealing whatever they could from them. Sekeo tried to evade them, but Chariroth was aware that Sekeo didn't like him and made a point of keeping an eye on the smaller kobold. In order to diminish Chariroth's suspicion, Sekeo became exceptionally talented at theft. Except this turned out to be a mistake because this made Sekeo important to Chariroth, whom had basically inserted himself into the Silver Lady's position and ,unlike the dragon, demanded to be worshiped like a god. Chariroth became weirdly friendly with Sekeo now, whispering sweet temptations to him that nearly made his resolve falter. It didn't though.
  
  It took Sekeo another year to earn Chariroth's complete trust and once he finally had, he used that trust to slip away from the Glintscales and set out on a long journey to find help .
  
  the tl;dr version- He's a young kobold who left his clan to find allies to help him find his people's lost guardian and restore peace and order to the clan.
  
  Abilities & Skills
  Sekeolath'zhin currently knows no magic spells,but the potential for being a wielder of the arcane is there.
  
  1. Stealth- Do I really need to explain this one? The rogue can move quietly , making it difficult to detect their presence.
  2. Sneak Attack- you know how to strike subtly and exploit a foe’s distraction. Finesse or ranged weapons only.
  3. Sleight of Hand- Physical trickery. For instance ,the ability to swap one item with another without others noticing.
  4. Expertise: Thieves' Tools- disable traps and unlock things.
  5. Darkvision- You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light and in the darkness as if it were dim light. You discern colors in that darkness only as shades of gray.
  Languages (spoken only)
  
  1. Draconic- The language the Glintscales speak.
  2. Common- Fairly broken,but he's learning.
  
  Inventory
  
  Gear
  
  1. (x1) leather armor
  2. (x1) x2 steel daggers
  Items
  
  1. (x1) health potion
  2. (x1) thief's tools
  3. (x1) smoke bomb
  4. (x1) a canteen filled with water
  5. (x1) strip of rat jerky.
• 
  Quick Stats
  Name: Nymzyr Arkenghym
  Age: 36 (basically still an adolescent by elven standards)
  Gender:Male
  Race: Half-elf (human, dark elf)
  Height: 5'5"
  Weight: 140 lbs
  Class: Wizard
  
  Physical Description:
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  (this is just a reference and not a perfect representation of the character. As of writing this, he's actually bald at the moment lel. I'll update the image to reflect this soon.)
  
  Although he is half human, it's not easy to tell by looking at him unless he forgot to shave. Left unchecked, he can grow a beard.
  
  Personality Description:
  Nymzyr is most comfortable when he's immersed himself in academic studies and arcane experimentation. It isn't unusual for this man to disappear into his personal quarters or a library for hours at a time, only emerging for a fleeting moment to take care of biological matters or run some errands. Whenever he does go out, he uses magic to disguise his dark elven features and tends to go when the sun isn't as high and bright in the sky and when the crowds are thinner. While Nymzyr may wear the mask of a stoic individual like a professional actor, internally he's ever at odds with an intense anxiety of people that threatens to cripple his ability to function in crowded, busy social environments. During an episode, he will abruptly excuse himself and it'll usually come across to most as incredibly rude because he refuses to let anyone witness the vulnerable side of his nature.
  
  He's a hard-working and ambitious individual. He values knowledge and learning above pretty much everything and has spent his years on the surface trying to acquire knowledge about the things he feels are important to know. He'd never tell anyone this, but he desires to become a powerful wizard and head of his own university someday.
  
  He connects well with other quiet intellectuals and enjoys mentally stimulating conversation, but that isn't a guarantee since the fields of research or interests can vastly differ and while he might appreciate the passion and hard word of a fellow academician, he's really not so engrossed in humanity's history.
  
  Nym doesn't get on quite as well with loud, chaotic types who fly by the seat of their pants and love working in "organized chaos" or zero organization whatsoever. He isn't overly fond of individuals with an overinflated sense of importance , entitlement and laziness. He can deal with crude individuals though. He isn't some pompous ,sensitive pretty boy type. He was raised by criminals, remember?
  
  He's curious and creative, experimenting with magic constantly. While he tries to reign in his craving for arcane discovery, he doesn't have the strongest will and he's found himself caving to temptation and playing with power that someone of his novice level isn't ready for. This characteristic is dangerous and might get him or someone he cares about seriously hurt or killed one day.
  
  Background
  
  
  Spoiler

  Nymzyr hails from Zilvnhiltyrr(not marked on the map; I made it up) , a dark elven city deep beneath the Shadowcrags of Khorvaire. He was an unwanted child born into poverty, sold to and raised by an organization of criminals known commonly as "The Eyes of Eight" . The Eyes of Eight engaged in a variety of illegal activities but specialized in information trade, more specifically the trade of economic and political secrets. Their business transactions weren't restricted to Zilvnhiltyrr citizens either; if a rivaling dark elf city paid high enough , there wasn't a secret that the Eyes wouldn't sell.
  
  Nym, like so many orphans in the city was trained to be a spy, inserting himself into unassuming positions near prominent figures and uncovering their darkest of secrets. Because he had such a quiet and unassuming nature and ordinary appearance, he was good at his job, but performance that was lesser than exceptional would end in his permanent termination so of course he pushed himself hard to achieve the best results.
  
  By the age of 17, his excellent performance had drawn the attention of the Web Weaver (the organization lead). Nymzyr was called into a meeting with their speakers and given a special assignment . He would pose as the ward of the great house patron that had paid the Eyes of Eight to spy on his uncle, the city's Archmage, Sol'ven. Nymzyr was to attend the University of Dark Arts and find a way to get close enough to the Archmage to find something that the noble wanted, a tome . Nymzyr wasn't told why this book was so valuable. It could have been a tome of powerful spells or a diary with all the Archmage's dirty secrets. The details, at the time,didn't matter but he did scoff about his talents being wasted on what seemed to be a petty theft job. If only he knew the truth....
  
  He left the slums and moved in with Lord Rilyn'ndar in order to maintain the appearance of being his ward. He was briefly schooled in how to feign being cultured . Nymzyr hated the lessons. Rilyn'ndar was such an entitled , narcissistic asshole who criticized and insulted him at every turn. In fact, the whole House treated him like he was filthier ,dumber and worth less than mud. In the handful of months he had to be trained, Nymzyr thought he had performed to standard but Rilyn'ndar wasn't satisfied but it would have to do.
  
  Nymzyr was all too relieved when Rilyn'ndar finally enrolled him in the university. Nymzyr felt awkward and out of place there but managed to evade suspicion, but this was the first instance in his life where he had so much resources at his disposal to pursue the interest in the arcane that he'd quietly harbored as a child. He became an excellent student, curious,hard-working and devoid of the usual narcissism that was classic among nobles. It made his mind flexible and open to accepting any criticism and correcting them for better results. Due to his late start, he was nowhere near the top but he was the one whom had shown the most growth and promise. His name soon came up in discussions between professors. With the right teacher, the ward of Rilyn'ndar could be a great asset to the university.
  
  A year passed and,then another and Nymzyr had successfully integrated himself into his role as "Malagtel Rilyn'ndar". He'd made friends and rivals who challenged him daily. He wasn't a popular student, but those that knew of him respected him as a fellow wizard at least . Towards the end of an intense academic year, he was awarded with invitation to a wizard's dueling tournament where the Archmage would be attending. He placed third in the tournament ,using an experimental spell of his own creation that took down a wizard his age with more experience, but the result of such a spell also damaged his eye in the process, blinding him in said eye permanently. The loss of his eye was a small price to pay though since his victory shocked the whole room and his duel was to be the subject of gossip for weeks to follow. It had all been dumb luck as far as he was concerned, but he let people believe he was better than he truly was. He now had Sol'ven's attention.
  
  He continued to pour every hour and bit of energy into his studies and, as he continued to improve and excel. By the third year, the university felt more home to him than the slums had. and he found himself wishing he'd been born into the privileged life that would have so easily granted him access to an education. He almost felt bad about his true purpose for being there even.
  
  Nym was granted the occasional audience with the Archmage who was curious to see what other ideas Nymzyr had. He had ,by this point, developed a reputation for his creative (and dangerous) utilization of the arcane. Sol'ven was interested in seeing what other unusual ideas Nymzyr had. Their meetings never exceeded half an hour, but they started becoming more frequent ,whenever Sol'ven had some spare time. Their relationship came as close to friendship as was possible given the circumstances. Nymzyr didn't rush to take advantage of the trust the Archmage was showing him because he liked the man.
  
  After a few weeks of going back and forth internally , he finally did search the Archmage's office while Sol'ven had breifly left him there to answer an important message that wasn't meant for a student's ears. Nymzyr found the tome that matched the description Rilyn'ndar had provided him with and shoved it into his bag . When the Archmage returned, it took every ounce of Nymzyr's willpower to not surrender to anxiety and confess that he was a fraud. The thought of what the Eyes of Eight would do to him if he didn't follow through with his contract kept him focused . Much to his surprise, Sol'ven did not notice the tome was missing and let him leave when their meeting had concluded.
  
  Nymzyr waited until the next day to leave the university's grounds under the pretense of visiting his "father". He was sweating bullets before and after he left campus ,but as soon as he was well enough away from the university, he couldn't help but take a peek at the pages in spite of a very loud inner voice telling him not to. What he saw convinced him that he really didn't want the contents falling into Rilyn'ndar's hands because the pay hadn't been worth all his work and he believed that Rilyn'ndar wasn't worthy of the knowledge within.
  
  Nym made a quick trip to the slums and hid the tome somewhere he believed it wasn't likely to be found. He then paid a visit to Rilyn'ndar's estate and made up some bs excuse for the visit, a lie that an older Nymzyr believes the old man saw through.
  
  This move would prove to cost him dearly. Days later, Sol'ven had been found dead in his office hours after he'd visited the man. The man had drank poisoned tea and guess who became the prime suspect? If you guessed Nymzyr (or "Malagtel") , then you'd be absolutely right. Before he could open his mouth to defend himself, Nym was seized by the city's law enforcement and dragged off to a cell to await his execution. It didn't take much contemplation in captivity to guess that Lord Rilyn'ndar was likely behind it. His suspicions were confirmed when his "concerned guardian" came to visit him. When the two were granted a couple minutes alone, the Lord promised to help "Malagtel" prove the truth of his innocence then his tone shifted as he spoke in code (because of course they were being watched or listened to with magic), asking him where his "favorite book was". Nymzyr didn't trust the Lord and claimed he couldn't recall and . The Lord thinly disguised his indignation and left his "ward" abruptly to rot.
  
  Knowing that the Eyes of Eight wouldn't risk incrimination (because he was just one useful tool in an ocean of many) , he knew he was on his own. He'd pretty much resigned himself to his fate of wasting away in a prison filled with anger and regret. A couple days before the day his execution was to take place, the city was engulfed in civil conflict. Unbeknownst to Nymzyr, the children of the Archmage had accused their cousin, Lord Rilyn'ndar of being the one that hired Nym to murder Sol'ven and they wanted him dead.
  
  During the confusion, the prison guards left their posts and the prisoners worked together to free themselves, Nym included. The prisoners fled the city, doing their best to evade the conflict that engulfed the city. Nymzyr was able to convince the group to let him swing by the slums and pick up his book and a few supplies before they left. He told the prisoners to help themselves to the rest.
  
  Once the group was clear of the city, some of the prisoners being dark elves , desired to remain with their own and split off from the main group so that they might seek refuge in other dark elf cities. Nymzyr almost went with them, but he considered his prospects; no one believed that he hadn't committed murder and so decided that he was willing to take his chances and journey to the surface to find a fresh start, hopefully a better one.
  
  Weeks later the group emerged from the underground they made their way through the woodlands, along the way it was discussed that the two dark elves among them should probably find some manner of disguise just in case. Nymzyr used his magic to take on the appearance of a woodland elf ; unfortunately he lacked the knowledge of the spell that allowed him to alter the appearances of others so he aided Jardax with creating a poor quality disguise with whatever materials they could find.
  
  The escaped prisoners passed through Greenheart without incident, leaving behind the elven prisoners who happened to be from the area. Now down to seven people, they headed south east along the road. The days were long and filled with all sorts of adventure from which Nyzyr developed his first real experiences with genuine battle. Gradually, everyone went their separate ways until it was just Nymzyr and Jardax. They came to find work and settle in Taer Valestras. Nymzyr tried his hand at acquiring an honest job that would allow him to not work much with other people, but he lacked the qualifications for those jobs so he fell back into old habits.
  
  It was comfortable working for criminal organizations because they didn't seem to care as much about his background. Jardax found employ at the docks as hired security. Nymzyr hardly saw his roommate but that was just as well; the man didn't like him and simply tolerated him out of necessity and Nym's feelings were quite mutual. Nymzyr found himself spending more and more time at work, but found himself feeling bored. He'd seen one of the most illustrious mage academies in the city and made a new goal for himself to save up enough coll for the astronomical tuition and further his arcane studies. He'd already begun amassing a collection of tomes, enchanted items and artifacts for study on his downtime.
  
  A few months ago he saw some postings for some mercenary work for various adventuring guilds. It reminded him of his days spent on the road with the people he escaped prison with and he was surprised to find himself kind of missing those days. The idea of making a career change with freedom was enticing,. Perhaps, he thought, one of these guilds would allow him to try his experimental spells on the field on some goblins or something. It'd be good practice. Also, these guilds saw job postings that made a mockery of what he was currently putting into his coin purse so there was also a heavy monetary incentive involved.
  
  He packed his belongings and bade Jardax farewell then headed off to seek employ with a certain guild.
  
  tl;dr version- A former criminal and spy whom was wrongly accused of murder and imprisoned by his people for it. During a civil war betwixt the noble houses, he escaped his homeland with 11 other prisoners and ventured to the surface in search of a fresh start and a better life. He seeks to work with Forsaken Dawn because he seeks a change in life and needs more money to make it happen.
  
  Abilities & Skills
  (note- yes, I lifted abilities from D&D . I did not go past level 2 and figured it was fine. They're not too overpowered. )
  
  Magnify Gravity (transmutation)- Gravity within a 10 foot radius sphere centered on a point you can see within range at the moment. Each foe within the sphere must make a constitution saving throw. On a failed save,the creature takes force damage and its speed is halved until the end of its next turn. If the creature succeeds its constitution save, it take half damage and suffers no speed reduction.
  
  Alter Self (transmutation)- The caster assumes a different form. When casting the spell, the caster chooses one of the following options , the effects of which last for the duration of the spell.
  
  
  1. Aquatic Adaptation You adapt your body to an aquatic environment, sprouting gills and growing webbing between your fingers. You can breathe underwater and gain a swimming speed equal to your walking speed.
  2. Change Appearance. You transform your appearance. You decide what you look like, including your height, weight, facial features, sound of your voice, hair length, coloration, and distinguishing characteristics, if any. You can make yourself appear as a member of another race, though none of your statistics change. You also can’t appear as a creature of a different size than you, and your basic shape stays the same; if you’re bipedal, you can’t use this spell to become quadrupedal, for instance. At any time for the duration of the spell, you can use your action to change your appearance in this way again.
  3. Natural Weapons. You grow claws, fangs, spines, horns, or a different natural weapon of your choice. Your unarmed strikes deal 1d6 bludgeoning, piercing, or slashing damage, as appropriate to the natural weapon you chose, and you are proficient with your unarmed strikes. Finally, the natural weapon is magic and you have a +1 bonus to the attack and damage rolls you make using it.
  
  Languages
  
  Elvish - Dark elf dialect, but since the language of the dark elves is fairly similar to that of their surface cousins, he can understand and hold a conversation with them.
  Sign language- He used this a lot in his days as a spy.
  Common- It's not as broken as my other character's but he isn't quite fluent and he'll often subsitiute words he doesn't know in common with elvish ones.
  
  Inventory
  
  Items
  (x2) Potions of lesser healing.
  (x1) Map of Khorvaire
  (x1) coll pouch with a meager sum in. Just enough to afford a couple nights lodging and meals.
  (x1) Mysterious Tome- (this is a mid to end game plot point for character development. It's meant to be a big ole fat ? mark. Nymzyr guards this thing like a dragon guards its treasure hoard. He can be seen reading it with a scowl or confused expression on his face often.)
  
  Weapon(s)-
  (x1) Wizard's Staff
  
  
  Extra
  
  It's perfectly acceptable to call him a jerkface and spit in his coffee.
  
  Adores cats. Because cats are the ultimate companion of the introvert. Important to note: He won't knowingly fawn all over people who shapeshift into cats. Because that'd be weird.
  
  Claims fiction is for fools, but secretly keeps his own private stash . Somewhere. What? You thought I'd tell you where? Pah! Roll an investigation check, you snoop!
  
  Rarely will sleep in a bed. He's one of those nerds who tries to stay up as long as possible and drinking goddess knows how many cups of coffee so he can read "just one more page" only to wind up face planting in the book he's reading at his desk.
  
  Due to his half human heritage, he can grow some facial and fine body hair which he doesn't hesitate to shave daily.
  
  He is kinda racist thanks to that good old dark elven social conditioning. It's not a hostile kind, but he still holds some unfair and offensive views.
  
  Obsessively organized and cleanly. Messes bother him and while he's not about to go play the role of free maid, he'll keep thinking about doing it.
  
  Has some pretty thick skin and doesn't take offense easily, but there are certainly some buttons that can be pushed to illicit more of a response than a quiet grimace.
  
  He is a pansexual, but isn't actively seeking an intimate relationship.
  
  

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[Office Worker Craig]

Name:
Lilith is their favourite given name.

Age:
100 year old

Gender:
99% Male, 1% Female

Sexuality:
Asexual

Race:
Falare Hive

Appearance:

Spoiler: Human Appearance

Spoiler: Human Appearance(Adult)

Spoiler: Soldier Falare

Spoiler: Queen Falare

Personality:
Lilith can be described as..stilted, not really all there. That is given however as they are a hive of human eating insects.

They speak in a monotone voice, using very little complex vocabulary and stating things in short sentences, mannerisms one may attribute to their child appearance. Likely it's due to the need of using the 'Comprehend Language' and 'Divine Tongue' spells each time to communicate with other creatures.

The Hive are curious beings, interest in magic and other species. This is often due to the possible nutrients they may provide them.

Bio:

This particular Falare Hive was founded by a sourcerer who they only knew as 'Pete', who captured this hive to experiment on. The sorcerer was an odd fellow who was curious on how magic can affect animals, like how necromancing a pig after being butchered may be eaten again, or how teaching parrots to say magic spells may allow it to cast magic. Fair to say this sorcerer was not very respected.

As the Falare Hive can take on human appearances, Pete was curious if he could teach the hive magic spells. After all, it looks and can act like a human, so magic should still be possible right?

It was difficult at first, especially since the Falare Hive was unable to properly understand Pete and them trying to eat him. Eventually there was progress after Pete was able to use the 'Comprehend Language' spell upon them. As they were able to communicate with one another in short bits, an understanding was able to be made and a deal was formed. Pete would continue to experiment on The Hive and The Hive would receive many large animals for food.

Months pass and The Hive, who was nicknamed Lilith for clarity, was making strong advancement in magic, specifically in divination spells. In a weird side effect, The Hive had acted more human than animal, imitating their mannerism and expression, likely due to constantly hanging with Pete and his followers. Pete was about to have a breakthrough with Lilith, a discovery that would change the concept of magic.

Unfortunately, before Pete was able to make a breakthrough, raiders stormed his laboratory. The raiders were savages, stealing everything and slaughtering everyone who stood in their way, including Pete. It was a massacre.

Lilith was able to escape by dissolving from their human form to climb through cracks and openings of the stormed laboratory.

They felt very little grief from losing one that may consider their first friend, especially since they were met by a situation any exotic animals fear... being in a foreign environment.

They were not within the laboratory where they were fed and cared for, nor were they in the deep forest where they belong. They were in the middle of a heavily populated country where survival for their species is very thin. They couldn't hurt anyone as by doing so, they will be hunted in return. Exposing themselves would lead to fearful mobs desperate to extinguish their kind.

The only way to survive within this new environment was to adopt, commit to being human.

This meant only hunting lesser species like cows or pigs. This also meant needing to constantly use spells to allow them to blend with humans. If they were wishing to live another hundred years, they will need to learn more divination spells to further blend in.

Perhaps joining a guild would assist them in that.

Magic:

Comprehend Language: Allows Lilith to understand any language for one hour.

Divine Tongue: Allows Lilith to speak any language for one hour.

Inner Fault: This allows Lilith to detect a weakness within their enemy.

Weapon(s):

The Sharp Jaws of the Soldier Falares.

Item(s):

The white dress Lilith constantly wears, something they took from a lost little girl they happily ate.

They have a fair bit of

Miscellaneous:
The Falare Hives a rare species that can only be found within the deepest of forests. A single hive is made up of hundreds of Soldier Falare and single queen Falare, often found within the 'chest' of their human appearance. Soldier Falares are shapeshifting insects whose soft outer shell can shift and change to copy a look close to any creatures. Queen Falares are unable to shapeshift, being its only purpose is to continually give birth to soldiers and regulate the Falare Hive. The Falare Hive hunt by shifting themselves into something huntable or weak, like a small animal or even a little girl, giving their prey a false sense of security before striking. Often the creatures they hunt are animals who hunt smaller prey, or lost humans.

The two biggest weaknesses of the Falare Hives are fire and frost. Fire startles the hive and prevents proper human form, often breaking apart and scattering. When met with frost, Soldier Falare quickly surrounds the Queen to prevent her from freezing, often breaking apart the human form into a ball of insects.

When a 'limb' of a falare hive is killed, the queen would give birth to regenerate the hive and reform the limb, although it would take days to complete.

This particular Hive prefers to imitate an appearance of a little girl named Lilith, who has pale skin, red eyes and black hair. Their human appearance is based on the lost human girl who unfortunately came into contact with the hive long ago.

 

[KaramelKarma]

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• emmanuel
  
  
  alias |
  Manny the Pyromaniac, the Inked Bandit
  
  age |
  20
  
  gender |
  M
  
  sexuality |
  Hetero
  
  race |
  half-demon
  
  
  
  
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  click me!
  
  BACKGROUND |
  
  "What's there left to say? Bastards don't usually get the best starts to life, you know. Momma spread her legs for the wrong devil and she's been making up for it ever since. Probably off in some convent somewhere, making her plea to the gods to intervene in a poor wretch's simple quest to make his wealth!"
  
  
  
  
  
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  Fire Manipulation | click me!
  
  
  
  
  

code: s e v e n

 

[Lithia Lace]

Name:
Lilith is their favourite given name.

Age:
100 year old

Gender:
99% Male, 1% Female

Sexuality:
Asexual

Race:
Falare Hive

Appearance:

Spoiler: Human Appearance

View attachment 878717

Spoiler: Soldier Falare

View attachment 878713

Spoiler: Queen Falare

View attachment 878714

Personality:
Lilith can be described as..stilted, not really all there. That is given however as they are a hive of human eating insects.

They speak in a monotone voice, using very little complex vocabulary and stating things in short sentences, mannerisms one may attribute to their child appearance. Likely it's due to the need of using the 'Comprehend Language' and 'Divine Tongue' spells each time to communicate with other creatures.

The Hive are curious beings, interest in magic and other species. This is often due to the possible nutrients they may provide them.

Bio:

This particular Falare Hive was founded by a sourcerer who they only knew as 'Pete', who captured this hive to experiment on. The sorcerer was an odd fellow who was curious on how magic can affect animals, like how necromancing a pig after being butchered may be eaten again, or how teaching parrots to say magic spells may allow it to cast magic. Fair to say this sorcerer was not very respected.

As the Falare Hive can take on human appearances, Pete was curious if he could teach the hive magic spells. After all, it looks and can act like a human, so magic should still be possible right?

It was difficult at first, especially since the Falare Hive was unable to properly understand Pete and them trying to eat him. Eventually there was progress after Pete was able to use the 'Comprehend Language' spell upon them. As they were able to communicate with one another in short bits, an understanding was able to be made and a deal was formed. Pete would continue to experiment on The Hive and The Hive would receive many large animals for food.

Months pass and The Hive, who was nicknamed Lilith for clarity, was making strong advancement in magic, specifically in divination spells. In a weird side effect, The Hive had acted more human than animal, imitating their mannerism and expression, likely due to constantly hanging with Pete and his followers. Pete was about to have a breakthrough with Lilith, a discovery that would change the concept of magic.

Unfortunately, before Pete was able to make a breakthrough, raiders stormed his laboratory. The raiders were savages, stealing everything and slaughtering everyone who stood in their way, including Pete. It was a massacre.

Lilith was able to escape by dissolving from their human form to climb through cracks and openings of the stormed laboratory.

They felt very little grief from losing one that may consider their first friend, especially since they were met by a situation any exotic animals fear... being in a foreign environment.

They were not within the laboratory where they were fed and cared for, nor were they in the deep forest where they belong. They were in the middle of a heavily populated country where survival for their species is very thin. They couldn't hurt anyone as by doing so, they will be hunted in return. Exposing themselves would lead to fearful mobs desperate to extinguish their kind.

The only way to survive within this new environment was to adopt, commit to being human.

This meant only hunting lesser species like cows or pigs. This also meant needing to constantly use spells to allow them to blend with humans. If they were wishing to live another hundred years, they will need to learn more divination spells to further blend in.

Perhaps joining a guild would assist them in that.

Magic:

Comprehend Language: Allows Lilith to understand any language for one hour.

Divine Tongue: Allows Lilith to speak any language for one hour.

Inner Fault: This allows Lilith to detect a weakness within their enemy.

Weapon(s):

The Sharp Jaws of the Soldier Falares.

Item(s):

The white dress Lilith constantly wears, something they took from a lost little girl they happily ate.

They have a fair bit of

Miscellaneous:
The Falare Hives a rare species that can only be found within the deepest of forests. A single hive is made up of hundreds of Soldier Falare and single queen Falare, often found within the 'chest' of their human appearance. Soldier Falares are shapeshifting insects whose soft outer shell can shift and change to copy a look close to any creatures. Queen Falares are unable to shapeshift, being its only purpose is to continually give birth to soldiers and regulate the Falare Hive. The Falare Hive hunt by shifting themselves into something huntable or weak, like a small animal or even a little girl, giving their prey a false sense of security before striking. Often the creatures they hunt are animals who hunt smaller prey, or lost humans.

The two biggest weaknesses of the Falare Hives are fire and frost. Fire startles the hive and prevents proper human form, often breaking apart and scattering. When met with frost, Soldier Falare quickly surrounds the Queen to prevent her from freezing, often breaking apart the human form into a ball of insects.

When a 'limb' of a falare hive is killed, the queen would give birth to regenerate the hive and reform the limb, although it would take days to complete.

This particular Hive prefers to imitate an appearance of a little girl named Lilith, who has pale skin, red eyes, and black hair. Their human appearance is based on the lost human girl who unfortunately came into contact with the hive long ago.

She sounds interesting and reminds me of million ants lol approved.

 

[Lithia Lace]

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• emmanuel
  
  
  alias |
  Manny the Pyromaniac, the Inked Bandit
  
  age |
  20
  
  gender |
  M
  
  sexuality |
  Hetero
  
  race |
  half-demon
  
  
  
  
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  BACKGROUND |
  
  "What's there left to say? Bastards don't usually get the best starts to life, you know. Momma spread her legs for the wrong devil and she's been making up for it ever since. Probably off in some convent somewhere, making her plea to the gods to intervene in a poor wretch's simple quest to make his wealth!"
  
  
  
  
  
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  Fire Manipulation | click me!
  
  
  
  
  

code: s e v e n

Seems pretty straightforward, approved.

 

[Mistory]

Name: Shanks

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Race: Human

Appearance:

Personality: ...unhinged? excitable? seems like he's running on a constant sugar high, but also manic? describing Shanks is like having "the talk" with a child. very awkward, nobody does it the same way, and nobody wants to repeat it. its...probably best just to meet him yourself

Bio: As said from Shanks' own mouth, and quote "Had a mom, she had shiny things. liked to go out, kill things, bring back more shiny things. Found Gregor in the shiny things, then Mom died, house burned, but I found babies! Then Gregor died, but NEW Gregor came, Then there was more babies, and blood! and Im here now."
Shanks is a young adult male who has formed a bizarre relationship with a Mimic, the dastardly ambushing monsters that lurk in dungeons, of which he calls Gregor. the mimic remains at Shanks' side at all times, often in the form of a cloak, but will shift to fit Shanks' needs, be it to protect him from the weather, defend him if he is in danger, or simply form a blanket when he sleeps.

Magic: None. While Shanks is often excited and mesmerized by magic, and is fully capable of learning, he tends to avoid it any attempt to. His usual excuse is it "makes me smell funny"

Spoiler: The Gifts of Gregor

While not technically magic, Shanks' relationship with Gregor does offer some...unique benefits. These include:
360 degree Perception - while not spot on, Gregor is most always trying to watch Shanks back, with literal eyes on his backside it's difficult to ambush him
Mimic relation - do to being in near constant contact with A mimic over the years, Shanks has developed a keen sense for the species, almost unnaturally so, and can often calm down and even comunicate with the creatures on some levels

Weapon(s): Gregor! Gregor will often alter itself into a weapon to aid Shanks in combat, though as of now gregor isnt capable of high maintenance gear, often resorting to simple weapons like clubs and spears, though the pair are working on improving Gregor's, and by extension Shank's, repertoire

Item(s): Bandages, bandages and more bandages...or if we are being realistic, strips of cloth Shanks calls "bandages"

Miscellaneous: Shanks appears to be suffering from severe malnutrition, his figure thin and almost entirely absent of fat. how he is able to function normally is a miracle in its own right.
While Shanks' form can be rather worrying, he is almost always covered in bandages to hide his actual state from prying eyes.
Gregor is actually female! not that most people even know mimics can be male or female

 

[Lithia Lace]

Name: Shanks

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Race: Human

Appearance:View attachment 879388

Personality: ...unhinged? excitable? seems like he's running on a constant sugar high, but also manic? describing Shanks is like having "the talk" with a child. very awkward, nobody does it the same way, and nobody wants to repeat it. its...probably best just to meet him yourself

Bio: As said from Shanks' own mouth, and quote "Had a mom, she had shiny things. liked to go out, kill things, bring back more shiny things. Found Gregor in the shiny things, then Mom died, house burned, but I found babies! Then Gregor died, but NEW Gregor came, Then there was more babies, and blood! and Im here now."
Shanks is a young adult male who has formed a bizarre relationship with a Mimic, the dastardly ambushing monsters that lurk in dungeons, of which he calls Gregor. the mimic remains at Shanks' side at all times, often in the form of a cloak, but will shift to fit Shanks' needs, be it to protect him from the weather, defend him if he is in danger, or simply form a blanket when he sleeps.

Magic: None. While Shanks is often excited and mesmerized by magic, and is fully capable of learning, he tends to avoid it any attempt to. His usual excuse is it "makes me smell funny"

Spoiler: The Gifts of Gregor

While not technically magic, Shanks' relationship with Gregor does offer some...unique benefits. These include:
360 degree Perception - while not spot on, Gregor is most always trying to watch Shanks back, with literal eyes on his backside it's difficult to ambush him
Mimic relation - do to being in near constant contact with A mimic over the years, Shanks has developed a keen sense for the species, almost unnaturally so, and can often calm down and even comunicate with the creatures on some levels

Weapon(s): Gregor! Gregor will often alter itself into a weapon to aid Shanks in combat, though as of now gregor isnt capable of high maintenance gear, often resorting to simple weapons like clubs and spears, though the pair are working on improving Gregor's, and by extension Shank's, repertoire

Item(s): Bandages, bandages and more bandages...or if we are being realistic, strips of cloth Shanks calls "bandages"

Miscellaneous: Shanks appears to be suffering from severe malnutrition, his figure thin and almost entirely absent of fat. how he is able to function normally is a miracle in its own right.
While Shanks' form can be rather worrying, he is almost always covered in bandages to hide his actual state from prying eyes.
Gregor is actually female! not that most people even know mimics can be male or female

Approved.

 

[antidesclub]

Name: Elwyn Graves

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Race: Human

Appearance: Elwyn stands at 5'4, fairly short, and slim. Although she is very tiny, she holds a lot of hidden strength and has the ability to wield heavy weapons. She has big green eyes (from her mother) and bright red hair (from her father). Her skin is tanned from her many adventures and displays a few scars, which Elwyn is proud of and will gladly tell the tales of them to anyone who will listen. Her expression is always that of a forced scowl, but her eyes reflect something softer. She wears dark clothing, regardless that the sun is attracted to black, and refuses to sport any other color. She hides a simple silver necklace, that matches her mothers, beneath her shirt.

Personality: Elwyn is known for being hotheaded and spontaneous. In the end, she ends up drowning in her problems due to her impulsive attitude. She'll pick a fight with anyone, regardless if they're ten times her size. Above all else, she definitely hates to lose and will do whatever it takes to avoid damaging her pride. She's a rebel at heart and delights in stirring the pot, even if the consequences are heavy. Like when she was sixteen a pierced her own ears. It didn't go over well with her parents, but that didn't stop her from ending up littering her ears with more metal. She tries to be hard and cold, but can't help but let her true self slip out every now and then. Her size is a soft spot for her, becoming defensive whenever it's mentioned- especially by elves. She trusts her gut completely, but she's also known for being too trusting at times.

Bio: Elwyn's parents are human and kind, and raised Elwyn to be a respectful young lady. They picked the name
"Elwyn", hoping that their baby girl having a elven name would propel her further in life. They deeply wished for Elwyn to have all the opportunities they didn't have and forge her own fate. However, what they hadn't expected was for her to sneak out of the house every night to fight. They own a tavern in the woods that has been in the Graves family for generations, but because of it's location, dark elves and bandits will pass through, causing havoc without remorse. Elwyn learned from a young age how to protect what's rightfully hers and later how to steal from those less deserving. Once, a group of righteous dark elves burned down the tavern after taking an innocent comment as an insult. With what little money they had, they managed to rebuild it. As everlasting payback, she will steal from any elf or bandit she comes across, collecting a few powerful trinkets over the years. She holds some bias against dark elves, although she tries to push past that- "tries" being the key word. Her parents disapprove of her erratic, dangerous behavior, but Elwyn left home regardless to join a guild and prove her worth. She believes because she lacks academic smarts, fighting is all she will ever be good at. Her mother will send her letters that Elwyn desperately hides in an effort to portray herself as tough and rebellious. Even though her name means "friendship", Elwyn lacks the friends part and convinces herself she doesn't need companions on her journey.

Magic: Elwyn's magic lies in her many trinkets. She doesn't practice the craft, although she's never been interested enough to try.

Weapon(s): A heavy sword Elwyn stole from a traveling elf. The man had fallen onto his knees and begged for his weapon back, claiming he had made a deal with a demon for it, but he wasn't human so Elwyn couldn't care less. She left the blade's distraught owner alive to live with his misdeeds. She doesn't find the sword to be any better than a human could make, as it doesn't contain magical components, but the story attached to it is too good for her to give it up. The only downside is because of it's weight if an opponent is agile, her aim can be off. She also can't move as fast in combat. Unbeknownst to her, the sword was indeed from a demon. When the paranoid elf who owned died from overexertion because he spent the rest of his miserable life trying to once again find that sword, the demon appeared, ready to collect her debt (an elf's soul and her favorite weapon). However, the sword was missing. Elwyn is being hunted by this demon to this very day without ever realizing it.

Item(s): Elwyn has a bag slung across her shoulder than contains various items such as a pair of small black daggers, a first-aid kit (almost empty), dry snacks, meaningless pieces of jewelry that were foretold to hold immeasurable power (duds) that she refuses to sell, and a half-empty health potion bottle. A simple stolen ring on her finger magically makes her stronger, although she'll never tell anyone her strength was not obtained by her workout regiment.

 

[Lithia Lace]

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Name: Elwyn Graves

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Race: Human

Appearance: Elwyn stands at 5'4, fairly short, and slim. Although she is very tiny, she holds a lot of hidden strength and is able to wield heavy weapons. She has big, green eyes and pink, full lips. Her skin is tanned from her many adventures and displays a few scars, which Elwyn is proud of and will gladly tell the tales of them to anyone who will listen. Her expression is always that of a scowl, but her eyes reflect something softer. She only wears dark clothing, regardless that the sun is attracted to black. She wears a simple, silver necklace that matches her mothers, but she hides it beneath her shirt.

Personality: Elwyn is known for being hotheaded and spontaneous. In the end, she ends up drowning in her problems due to her impulsive attitude. She'll pick a fight with anyone, regardless if they're ten times her size. She tries to be hard and cold, but can't help but let a smile slip every now and then. Her size is a soft spot for her, becoming defensive whenever it's mentioned. She trusts her gut completely- it's never led her astray before.

Bio: Elwyn's parents are human and kind, and raised Elwyn to be a respectful young lady. They picked the name Elwyn, hoping that their baby girl having a elven name would propel her further in life. They own a tavern in the woods, but because of it's location, dark elves and bandits will pass through, causing havoc without remorse. Elwyn learned from a young age how to protect what's rightfully hers and later how to steal from those less deserving. Once, a group or righteous dark elves burned down the tavern after taking an innocent comment as an insult. With what little money they had, they managed to rebuild it. As everlasting payback, she will steal from any elf or bandit she comes across, collecting a few powerful trinkets over the years. She holds some bias against dark elves, although she tries to push past that. Her parents disapprove of her erratic, dangerous behavior, but Elwyn left home regardless to join a guild and prove her worth. She believes because she lacks academic smarts, fighting is all she will ever be good at. Her mother will send her letters that Elwyn desperately hides in an effort to portray herself as tough and rebellious. Even though her name means "friendship", Elwyn lacks the friends part and convinces herself she doesn't need companions on her journey.

Magic: Elwyn's magic lies in her many trinkets.

Weapon(s): A heavy sword Elwyn stole from a traveling elf. The man had fallen onto his knees and begged for his weapon back, claiming he had made a deal with a demon for it, but he wasn't human so Elwyn couldn't care less. She left the blade's distraught owner alive to live with his misdeeds. She doesn't find the sword to be any better than a human could make, but the story attached to it is too good for her to give it up.

Item(s): Elwyn has a bag slung across her shoulder than contains various items such as a pair of small black daggers, a first-aid kit (almost empty), dry snacks, meaningless pieces of jewelry that were foretold to hold immeasurable power (duds) that she refuses to sell, and a half-empty health potion bottle. A simple stolen ring on her finger magically makes her stronger, although she'll never tell anyone her strength was not obtained by her workout regiment.

Approved.

 

[EccentricFantasy]

Pilgrim59

"Normal is an illusion. What is normal to the spider is chaos to the fly."

Name:
Jason Everlast

Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Honestly, he cares more for personality than gender. Have an intellectual conversation with him and chances are he will find you attractive in some capacity.
Race:
Zennith
(Think Aasimar, but demonic rather than celestial.)​

Appearance:

Personality:​

Jason is somewhat of an oddity among his kind. The Zennith are known for being brutish and cunning. They are evil to the core and show no remorse for the crimes they commit against the world. Jason is an intellectual eccentric. He prides himself on to consumption of knowledge and the discussion of all things academic or strategy. He finds that, most often, being smarter is better than being stronger. With that being said, he does understand that strength has its place in the world.

As an eccentric, he views the world differently. Where others see darkness or sorrow, he sees beyond it. He sees the bright side to darkness. If family does, he sees them being freed from pain. If it rains, he looks forward to crops growing. He looks for the better side in things, but he also speaks to them in a very cold and logical way. He seems emotionless most of the time due to his hard, logical way of speaking.

"You shouldn't be sad, people die all the time, so move on."

Despite his cold attitude towards most of life, he is wise beyond most rational thinking. Due to events in his past, he knows all to well the pain of life and what it means to be broken. As such, he delivers his wisdom in suck a blunt way to ensure no one can miss his advice. He cannot stand by and allow others to suffer as he has.

Bio:​

Growing up in his people's homeland of The Vast, Jason knew from a young age that he was different from others of his kind. While his people enjoyed wars and bloody massacres, he prefered conversation and reading. Most of his people burned the books and scrolls of the defeated, trying to erase all existence of the dead. However, since children were brought on pillages to help cultivate their love battle and death, this gave him ample opportunity to save the knowledge that his people wanted to destroy.

He hoarded many books and scrolls on a wide range of subjects. Everything from philosophy studies to mythology. Every book he found filled his eyes and with wonder. It never made sense as to why his people were so keen on wiping all of this wonderful knowledge away.

Sadly, at the age of 10, his stash was discovered. His people did not take too kindly to it. He was beaten and nearly killed by his own mother and left for dead, floating away in the Bronze Bay.

Somehow he survived and floated to another continent, though he was unsure of which one. He spent that time wandering. He was mostly shunned to to his races unfortunate reputation, but every so often he found kindness. He was taught to read and write, finding solace in books and intellectual pursuits. He also used to watch martial arts classes from the shadows, taking in what he could and self teaching to ensure his survival (This also eventually became useful when he developed magic. He uses his magic and martial skills in tandem to fight).

One day in his life stood out as uniquely pleasant. He was reading a plant care book when a girl approached him in the library. He was unused to interaction as most feared his race. However this girl, whom he learned was named Stynger, was unafraid. She also seemed similar to him. It was odd to find someone he could relate to. Jason found it uniquely easy to speak with her as she asked about plant and the care of them. They talked for hours about the topic, eventually leading to him showing her how to care for one and recommending books for her to read on the subject. They parted ways that day, but he still holds the memories dear to his heart.

He joined the Forsaken Dawn guild to use his skills and knowledge to hopefully change the mindset of others and make a better world for all. One day he hopes to return to the Vast and change his peoples ways.


"Why should one apologize for being a monster? No one apologized for making them a monster."

Magic:​

[Construct Apparition]- A form of Conjuration, this magic allows Jason to construct weapons. Specifically, magic wands and staves that allow him to fire his concentrated Mana from them. Allowing them to act as an amplifier to simple bursts of magical energy. However, in order to use this magic, a practitioner must stick to a set few constructs. The more different types one uses, the less stable the constructs become. Most practitioners stick to a maximum of five. Jason keeps to three. A user must also have a clear image in their head of what the construct looks like and it's function. This is difficult to maintain on more than a few constructs. Which is why this magic is not widely practiced.

[Construct Cascade]- A variation of his Apparition ability, this magic allows him to effectively switch between his constructs at great speeds. Allowing him to use the magic construct best for any situation from moment to moment.

Weapon(s):
All three of his weapons are constructs made from his magic. As such he can summon and dispell them at will.​

[Blessed and Cursed]- Twin magical wands measuring 2 feet in length, each with a curved grip at the end and a trigger under the pointer finger. These wands are his fastest means of blasting his magic, with a charge time of half a second. They concentrate his magic into a single point and can fire once with each trigger. The effective range is 5 to 50 feet.

Spoiler: Blessed and Cursed

[Marbas]- A magic staff measuring in at 6 feet long, shaped as a bulky cross, with a handle on top much like a brief case. This is a heavy attack weapon with a double discharge. Meaning it fires two powerful shots simultaneously to deal maximum damage. This is a charged weapon and is meant as a final blow. It takes 24 hours to fully charge another shot, so Jason must use it wisely. Especially given its effective range of 2 to 10 feet.

Spoiler: Marbas

[Emmisary]- Another staff measuring in at 5 feet, it is a long and slender staff (look at picture to the left just above for visual). This is a powerful staff that shoots a singular shot of magic. This has the longest range of any of his weapons, with an effective range of 50 feet to a full mile. This weapon take 30 seconds to recharge and is meant for distance and quick attacks. Specifically constructed for stealthy kills.

Item(s):​

- Five books and three scrolls on varying subjects.
- 3 Minor healing potions.

Character Theme:


Extra:
Jason has an unfortunate curse. His people's bloodlust is so ingrained into their being that all born into the Zennith have a berserker state called Azure Drive. In this state his power is doubled, but he loses all concept of control and starts using up magic and physical energy at such a rate that his body starts to deteriorate. If not snapped out of it, he will use his body and mana at maximum until he kills himself. Attacking anyone in his way. He only enters this state after severe mental, emotional or physical trauma. He is less likely to do so compared to others of his kind, but when it happens, he has 15 minutes to be stopped or he will die.

In addition, during this break down, he subcontiosly conjures bladed weapons and armor for his rampage.

Spoiler: Jason: Azure Drive State

 

[Lithia Lace]

Pilgrim59

"Normal is an illusion. What is normal to the spider is chaos to the fly."

Name:
Jason Everlast

Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Honestly, he cares more for personality than gender. Have an intellectual conversation with him and chances are he will find you attractive in some capacity.
Race:
Zennith
(Think Aasimar, but demonic rather than celestial.)​

Appearance:

Personality:​

Jason is somewhat of an oddity among his kind. The Zennith are known for being brutish and cunning. They are evil to the core and show no remorse for the crimes they commit against the world. Jason is an intellectual eccentric. He prides himself on to consumption of knowledge and the discussion of all things academic or strategy. He finds that, most often, being smarter is better than being stronger. With that being said, he does understand that strength has its place in the world.

As an eccentric, he views the world differently. Where others see darkness or sorrow, he sees beyond it. He sees the bright side to darkness. If family does, he sees them being freed from pain. If it rains, he looks forward to crops growing. He looks for the better side in things, but he also speaks to them in a very cold and logical way. He seems emotionless most of the time due to his hard, logical way of speaking.

"You shouldn't be sad, people die all the time, so move on."

Despite his cold attitude towards most of life, he is wise beyond most rational thinking. Due to events in his past, he knows all to well the pain of life and what it means to be broken. As such, he delivers his wisdom in suck a blunt way to ensure no one can miss his advice. He cannot stand by and allow others to suffer as he has.

Bio:​

Growing up in his people's homeland of The Vast, Jason knew from a young age that he was different from others of his kind. While his people enjoyed wars and bloody massacres, he prefered conversation and reading. Most of his people burned the books and scrolls of the defeated, trying to erase all existence of the dead. However, since children were brought on pillages to help cultivate their love battle and death, this gave him ample opportunity to save the knowledge that his people wanted to destroy.

He hoarded many books and scrolls on a wide range of subjects. Everything from philosophy studies to mythology. Every book he found filled his eyes and with wonder. It never made sense as to why his people were so keen on wiping all of this wonderful knowledge away.

Sadly, at the age of 10, his stash was discovered. His people did not take too kindly to it. He was beaten and nearly killed by his own mother and left for dead, floating away in the Bronze Bay.

Somehow he survived and floated to another continent, though he was unsure of which one. He spent that time wandering. He was mostly shunned to to his races unfortunate reputation, but every so often he found kindness. He was taught to read and write, finding solace in books and intellectual pursuits. He also used to watch martial arts classes from the shadows, taking in what he could and self teaching to ensure his survival (This also eventually became useful when he developed magic. He uses his magic and martial skills in tandem to fight).

One day in his life stood out as uniquely pleasant. He was reading a plant care book when a girl approached him in the library. He was unused to interaction as most feared his race. However this girl, whom he learned was named Stynger, was unafraid. She also seemed similar to him. It was odd to find someone he could relate to. Jason found it uniquely easy to speak with her as she asked about plant and the care of them. They talked for hours about the topic, eventually leading to him showing her how to care for one and recommending books for her to read on the subject. They parted ways that day, but he still holds the memories dear to his heart.

He joined the Forsaken Dawn guild to use his skills and knowledge to hopefully change the mindset of others and make a better world for all. One day he hopes to return to the Vast and change his peoples ways.


"Why should one apologize for being a monster? No one apologized for making them a monster."

Magic:​

[Construct Apparition]- A form of Conjuration, this magic allows Jason to construct weapons. Specifically, magic wands and staves that allow him to fire his concentrated Mana from them. Allowing them to act as an amplifier to simple bursts of magical energy. However, in order to use this magic, a practitioner must stick to a set few constructs. The more different types one uses, the less stable the constructs become. Most practitioners stick to a maximum of five. Jason keeps to three. A user must also have a clear image in their head of what the construct looks like and it's function. This is difficult to maintain on more than a few constructs. Which is why this magic is not widely practiced.

[Construct Cascade]- A variation of his Apparition ability, this magic allows him to effectively switch between his constructs at great speeds. Allowing him to use the magic construct best for any situation from moment to moment.

Weapon(s):
All three of his weapons are constructs made from his magic. As such he can summon and dispell them at will.​

[Blessed and Cursed]- Twin magical wands measuring 2 feet in length, each with a curved grip at the end and a trigger under the pointer finger. These wands are his fastest means of blasting his magic, with a charge time of half a second. They concentrate his magic into a single point and can fire once with each trigger. The effective range is 5 to 50 feet.

Spoiler: Blessed and Cursed

[Marbas]- A magic staff measuring in at 6 feet long, shaped as a bulky cross, with a handle on top much like a brief case. This is a heavy attack weapon with a double discharge. Meaning it fires two powerful shots simultaneously to deal maximum damage. This is a charged weapon and is meant as a final blow. It takes 24 hours to fully charge another shot, so Jason must use it wisely. Especially given its effective range of 2 to 10 feet.

Spoiler: Marbas

[Emmisary]- Another staff measuring in at 5 feet, it is a long and slender staff (look at picture to the left just above for visual). This is a powerful staff that shoots a singular shot of magic. This has the longest range of any of his weapons, with an effective range of 50 feet to a full mile. This weapon take 30 seconds to recharge and is meant for distance and quick attacks. Specifically constructed for stealthy kills.

Item(s):​

- Five books and three scrolls on varying subjects.
- 3 Minor healing potions.

Character Theme:


Extra:
Jason has an unfortunate curse. His people's bloodlust is so ingrained into their being that all born into the Zennith have a berserker state called Azure Drive. In this state his power is doubled, but he loses all concept of control and starts using up magic and physical energy at such a rate that his body starts to deteriorate. If not snapped out of it, he will use his body and mana at maximum until he kills himself. Attacking anyone in his way. He only enters this state after severe mental, emotional or physical trauma. He is less likely to do so compared to others of his kind, but when it happens, he has 15 minutes to be stopped or he will die.

In addition, during this break down, he subcontiosly conjures bladed weapons and armor for his rampage.

Spoiler: Jason: Azure Drive State

Approved.

 

[Coco Adel]

Yatari
​

Age: 18 (one tail)
Gender: Gender Fluid
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Kitsune
Personality: Yatari is passionate, kind, bright, and full of warmth, but they can be impatient and mischievous, sometimes bordering on malicious. They are silly and determined, but can be very stubborn and has a curious nature, but they aren't all chaos. They can be quite tranquil sometimes and enjoys cute things.

Bio: Yatari doesn't have too odd a life for a Kitsune...except for one thing, her parents were both Kyubi by the time she was born as most Kitsune don't wait that long to have children, she was also born with strange ears, more akin to rabbits than a fox, despite this they knew she was a kitsune because...what else could she be? Throughout her childhood she watched her father die...willingly if you can call it that, at some point, it didn't even disturb her anymore it was more so a joke as her father seemed to get bored of Nirvana quicker than most Kyubi and he never lasted more than a couple years without coming back if that. Her mother on the other hand enjoyed life too much to even care about Nirvana on top of the fact that her baby was still in the realm of the living. As Yatari got older she became more curious about mortals particularly adventurers and they became more interested in living amongst mortals instead of just watching and messing with them, adventuring seemed fun, guilds seemed nice so they decided to leave home to join a guild.


Magic: Necromancy, Illusion, Evocation.

Fox Fire Manipulation: Can create, shape, and manipulate fox-fire which usually manifests as fire, electricity, and/or light which is usually expelled from her mouth or tail.

Illusion manipulation: Currently she only creates visual and auditory illusions.

Reave: Damages a target's nervous system to prevent healing, stealing health/energy from their targets while causing crippling pain. If the target is protected by a spell, reave will only steal energy from the spell, causing no pain to the target or stealing any health. If there is no spell protecting them it will only steal health, not energy.

Weapon(s): Katana, Tanto, Wakizashi x2, Kunai Knives, Bokken.

Spoiler: New Life Robe

[Default Armor, focuses more on attack and gives a boost Necromancy Magic]

Spoiler: Black Bolt Kimono

[Special Shinobi armor that focuses on speed and gives a boost Illusion Magic]

Spoiler: Shogun Yukata

[Armor that focuses more on Fortitude and gives a boost to Evocation Magic]

Item(s):

Storage Crystal, Coll purse, Switch Pendant [Special type of storage crystal where one can store armors, weapons, and clothes and allows you to switch between them without physically removing your clothes to do so] Minor Regen Tag x5 [a green tag that restores health over time for 20 seconds] Antidote Tag x5 [Cures Poison and prevents it for 20 seconds]

Miscellaneous:
Despite how her ears look, she is a Kitsune, her ears are just a little abnormal. Yatari will also often use her illusion magic to give herself the appearance of having 9 tails making people believe she has ascended into being a Kyubi and is far more powerful than she is, this is more of a defensive/ intimidation tactic meant to deter would-be attackers as Kyubi are very wise and powerful beings with centuries of experience. Normally a Kitsune will grow a tail every 125 years and will gain their 9th and final tail at age 1000 at this stage Kyubi can enter Nirvana at will but some get bored and come back to the world of the living or outright refuse since most are tricksters and enjoy messing with people far too much, she knows because her father has returned from Nirvana several times and her mother outright refuses to die

As a Kitsune Yatari can change her form into that of an actual fox and a male if she wants. As a female Yatari faster and more flexible, but as a male Yatari is physically stronger and more durable. Yatari will go by they/them, he/him or she/her they don't mind either way.

Spoiler: Yatari as a Male

 

[Flintstone]

Name: Crimson Stormheart

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Race: Human

Appearance:

Height: 6'3"

Personality: If one were to describe Crimson based on their first impression, some of the words that might come to mind are roguish, brazen, and lazy. While this a fair assessment, he's also loyal, steadfast, and does accept the responsibilities that fall to him (even if he does grumble about it quite a bit). He is fond of a lot of the things you might expect from someone like him including gambling, drinking, and pursuing women (although it should be noted that he will not pursue a woman who has made it clear she is not interested).

Bio: Crimson grew up in a small farming village and only left at age 19. He probably could have spent his whole life in that village but as he became an adult he quickly felt stifled by the smallness of the place and left feeling like he should explore the world a bit. Although his father was currently a farmer, the man had previously served in the area's militia and trained Crimson in the use of the spear in case the lad ever needed to defend himself. During his travels, he picked up a bit of magic to supplement his spear training. He eventually found himself joining the Forsaken Dawn guild and quickly found himself liking the eccentric group of people who made up the guild. He decided that traveling during quests should be enough to satisfy him and set down roots in the same town as the guild headquarters.

Magic:

• Evocation: Wind Spear - A spell that infuses and coats his spear with wind, allowing him to maneuver it at a faster speed and to add extra piercing power to the weapon.
• Evocation: Fire Spear - A spell that infuses and coats his spear with fire. That's it, that's the spell.
• Evocation: Storm Spear - You guessed it, it infuses and coats his spar in lighting. This also allows him to direct said lighting with the spear by shooting it out of the spearhead.

Weapon(s): A long spear he picked up during his travels. He doesn't remember exactly where he got it but it has served him well.

Item(s): A set of bone dice and a flask.

Miscellaneous:
Character Theme Song:
Warning: There are a few f-bombs in the song

 

[Lithia Lace]

Yatari
View attachment 880010​

Age: 18 (one tail)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Kitsune
Personality: She is passionate, kind, bright, and full of warmth, but she can be impatient and mischievous, sometimes bordering on malicious. She is silly and determined, but can be very stubborn and has a curious nature, but she isn't all chaos. She can be quite tranquil sometimes and enjoys cute girly things.

Bio: Yatari doesn't have too odd a life for a Kitsune...except for one thing, her parents were both Kyubi by the time she was born as most Kitsune don't wait that long to have children, she was also born with strange ears, more akin to rabbits than a fox, despite this they knew she was a kitsune because...what else could she be? Throughout her childhood she watched her father die...willingly if you can call it that, at some point, it didn't even disturb her anymore it was more so a joke as her father seemed to get bored of Nirvana quicker than most Kyubi and he never lasted more than a couple years without coming back if that. Her mother on the other hand enjoyed life too much to even care about Nirvana on top of the fact that her baby was still in the realm of the living. As Yatari got older she became more curious about mortals particularly adventurers and she became more interested in living amongst mortals instead of just watching and messing with them, adventuring seemed fun, guilds seemed nice so she decided to leave home to join a guild.


Magic: Necromancy, Illusion, Evocation.

Fox Fire Manipulation: Can create, shape, and manipulate fox-fire which usually manifests as fire, electricity, and/or light which is usually expelled from her mouth or tail.

Illusion manipulation: Currently she only creates visual and auditory illusions.

Reave: Damages a target's nervous system to prevent healing, stealing health/energy from their targets while causing crippling pain. If the target is protected by a spell, reave will only steal energy from the spell, causing no pain to the target or stealing any health. If there is no spell protecting them it will only steal health, not energy.

Weapon(s): Katana, Tanto, Wakizashi x2, Kunai Knives, Bokken.

Spoiler: New Life Robe

[Default Armor, focuses more on attack and gives a boost Necromancy Magic]
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Spoiler: Black Bolt Kimono

[Special Shinobi armor that focuses on speed and gives a boost Illusion Magic]
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Spoiler: Shogun Yukata

[Armor that focuses more on Fortitude and gives a boost to Evocation Magic]
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Item(s):

Storage Crystal, Coll purse, Switch Pendant [Special type of storage crystal where one can store armors, weapons, and clothes and allows you to switch between them without physically removing your clothes to do so] Minor Regen Tag x5 [a green tag that restores health over time for 20 seconds] Antidote Tag x5 [Cures Poison and prevents it for 20 seconds]

Miscellaneous:
Despite how her ears look, she is a Kitsune, her ears are just a little abnormal. Yatari will also often use her illusion magic to give herself the appearance of having 9 tails making people believe she has ascended into being a Kyubi and is far more powerful than she is, this is more of a defensive/ intimidation tactic meant to deter would-be attackers as Kyubi are very wise and powerful beings with centuries of experience. Normally a Kitsune will grow a tail every 125 years and will gain their 9th and final tail at age 1000 at this stage Kyubi can enter Nirvana at will but some get bored and come back to the world of the living or outright refuse since most are tricksters and enjoy messing with people far too much, she knows because her father has returned from Nirvana several times and her mother outright refuses to die

As a Kitsune she can change her form into that of an actual fox and a male if she wants though she prefers to be a female.

Name: Crimson Stormheart

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Race: Human

Appearance:
View attachment 879990
Height: 6'3"

Personality: If one were to describe Crimson based on their first impression, some of the words that might come to mind are roguish, brazen, and lazy. While this a fair assessment, he's also loyal, steadfast, and does accept the responsibilities that fall to him (even if he does grumble about it quite a bit). He is fond of a lot of the things you might expect from someone like him including gambling, drinking, and pursuing women (although it should be noted that he will not pursue a woman who has made it clear she is not interested).

Bio: Crimson grew up in a small farming village and only left at age 19. He probably could have spent his whole life in that village but as he became an adult he quickly felt stifled by the smallness of the place and left feeling like he should explore the world a bit. Although his father was currently a farmer, the man had previously served in the area's militia and trained Crimson in the use of the spear in case the lad ever needed to defend himself. During his travels, he picked up a bit of magic to supplement his spear training. He eventually found himself joining the Forsaken Dawn guild and quickly found himself liking the eccentric group of people who made up the guild. He decided that traveling during quests should be enough to satisfy him and set down roots in the same town as the guild headquarters.

Magic:

• Evocation: Wind Spear - A spell that infuses and coats his spear with wind, allowing him to maneuver it at a faster speed and to add extra piercing power to the weapon.
• Evocation: Fire Spear - A spell that infuses and coats his spear with fire. That's it, that's the spell.
• Evocation: Storm Spear - You guessed it, it infuses and coats his spar in lighting. This also allows him to direct said lighting with the spear by shooting it out of the spearhead.

Weapon(s): A long spear he picked up during his travels. He doesn't remember exactly where he got it but it has served him well.

Item(s): A set of bone dice and a flask.

Miscellaneous:
Character Theme Song:
Warning: There are a few f-bombs in the song

Approved.