Fantasy God Slayer (Full)

[The Black Knight]

@Nove NuVonde @LadyLuckTakeTheWheel @Ms. Sparrow

This is just a reminder. We are waiting on you guys to finish your CSes. If none of you get a CS in for the sixth character (or maybe even seventh or eighth), then I am opening recruitment so we can get that last person in.

 

[Noam]

If none of them submit, tag me in. I’m interested.

 

[God]

God...... Slayer....... *looks at my name* *looks at the rp title* I'll walk myself out.... ᕕ(⌣ヮ⌣” )ᕗ

 

[_Line 213]

Knight-Noble
Annelia Lastelle du Lema
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Some ten-odd years before the fall, there circulated a story about a newborn girl brought into this world with an Illusory Eye.

Those who saw it, it is said, were stricken with such fear that they were never the same again. Not even the girl's father could withstand his daughter's latent ability; indeed, depending on which version of the story one hears, he is the one that banished her.

Surely, this girl must be of fighting age now. Where is she? And what of her fabled eye?

Some claim to know the answer. In a keep along the mountains, overlooking the one and only passage into a former city-province of great Caroline, is an unwavering guardswoman; a tall, armored figure, fair of skin and fairer of hair.

Ever-present upon her right eye is a metal eyepatch.​

• Basic Information
• Background
• Equipment
• Magic and Abilities
• Extras

• 
  Age: 23
  Birthplace: Lema, Province of Caroline
  Gender: Female
  Race: Human
  Height: 6'3"
  Weight: Heavier than you'd think.
  Hair Color: Blonde, near-white.
  Eye Color: Her left is blue. None have seen her right eye; even if they did, chances are its color would be the last thing on their minds.
  Skin: Pale.
  Physique: Athletic.
  
  Personality: The rare few that claim to have spoken with her speak of a woman whose demeanor matches the rising stones that sit upon the border to the Crystal Sea. Grey and unfeeling is she, honed with focus that has yet to crack, and orderly in a manner bestowed only upon those who have known naught but barracks for all their days. She is not fun, nor is she sociable, but she is dependable, imaginative, and strangely knowledgeable. Perhaps, in another world, she might have been a bookish, quiet girl, a scholar and artificer through-and-through. A pity, indeed, that the world could not have been treated to her crafts in times of peace.
• Just outside the gates of the Last Kingdom, there runs a roadway up high, high into the mountains. Along the climb, plants wither and die, those hardy enough to remain taking on a colorlessness that nearly matches the endless grey of the peaks above. Mists set themselves low among the mountains, only to be blown to and fro by the wailing winds that shift and slither through craggy passes and along steep, death-granting cliffs. Go far enough, and this highway loses the form given to it by capital-laid brick, a decade of neglect rendering it nigh invisible, were it not for dangling lamps, rattling in the high winds, dutifully marking the way without their light. Nothing grows in these mountains save for the hardiest of root vegetables, and the meat from kills is gamey, taxing on the jaw and without a hint of pleasing flavor. Yet, if one climbs that road far enough, through the fog and past dulled, sharp pines, all the way to the world's very end--the cliffs that tip forward and threaten to spill into the depths of the Crystal Sea--they will, to this very day, find Lema, the city that Caroline forgot.
  
  Trails from countless smokestacks flow upward, dissipating just before the white-tipped peaks of the surrounding mountains; half are born from great forges, billowing without end, whilst the rest come from the hearths of the tattered and the broken, struggling to stay warm in this inhospitable, barren clime. The depressing lands surrounding Lema always looked the way they did, all the way from the very beginning, when the first of the Lastelles staked their claim in this horrid place with a simple stone foundation that grew to support a cabin barely fit for three.
  
  Yet, there was coin in those hills. It was not long until that small family had struck glinting stone of all sorts; crystals, gems, metals both hardy and precious, all there for the taking. And so, generation by generation, their holdings grew; their cabin became a dark, vaulted chateau, the oft-watered plants in their glassed and covered gardens the only specks of green amongst their sea of grey, the mountains grew host to nigh-endless tunnels, winding back and forth with the burden of industry on their backs, and the empty valley below the peaks filled with settlers from throughout the western lands, braving the climb to the dark, hollowed hills in search of work and riches. Lema grew prosperous, with even the smallest of houses sporting a hearty fireplace or well-wrought stove, homes and roads alike built with perfectly-cut stone. The warm glow of candlelight cast orange upon its sometimes-snowy streets, and despite its surrounding misery, the men and women of Lema grew content.
  
  In time, a king and his entourage came, claiming the town in the name of his throne, that of Caroline. The Lastelles, not ones for war, granted the king his wish, and in return for keeping their lofty stations as Duke and Dutchess under the crown, bestowed upon him a great relic, the Highblade, said today to be the world's first Truesteel arm.
  
  And, from there on, the riches continued to flow, with Lema providing the arms and armaments for countless generations of Carolinian soldiers. The Lastelle lineage continued. Some fourty years before the fall, Alfons Lastelle du Lema was born. In time, he was crowned the new Duke. He took a wife, the now-Dutchess Marielle Lastelle du Lema. He had three daughters, and no sons. He began to worry for the future of his house. So began the chain of fears that would lead to the near-exile of Annelia Lastelle du Lema, Bearer of the Illusory Eye.
  
  
  ---​
  
  The fourth try at a son by Alfons and his wife begat another daughter, but one with an extraordinary gift. Yet, Alfons's fear clouded his mind; whilst the newborn child's mother gazed upon her eye and saw naught but all the world's beauty, her father saw nothing but horrifying visions of ruin.
  
  Not a single shred of doubt remained in Alfons's mind that he had birthed a cursed child, a child that would give voice to his fears and form to his nightmares. Neither the pleading of his wife nor his three older daughters swayed him. The child must be cast away, such were the words of her very own omens; what could she bring to his chateau but woe? Whatever terrifying fate the child heralded must be kept from himself, his beloved Dutchess and daughters, and, should the fates allow it, his future son.
  
  His will forged and reforged, he elected to have her sent away in the dead of night. Yet, he failed to hide his plans from his second-youngest daughter, the girl telling her mother of Alfons's intentions. And, in the same moment when Alfons held his child forth for the carriage driver to take, Marielle emerged from the mansion, wailing for her child. He held his wife back, but it was then, confronted with the intensity of her love, that the heart of Duke Lastelle shifted ever so slightly.
  
  Within the borders of his duchy she would stay, yet just within. To the keep along the roadway at the mouth of their lands she was taken, and it was there she grew and lived.
  
  The keep was not the Chateau Lastelle. She was raised with whatever could be provided, and all who came to the keep knew she was none other than the Duke's daughter. Yet, so long as her eye remained covered, she became the daughter of all the keep's guardsmen. Tales of knightly valor were regaled to her each night, and letters from a mother and sisters she had never seen came monthly to her quarters. She was taught how to forge, how to forage, and in time, how to fight. Always, her eye remained shrouded.
  
  The meteor fell when she was still young, and battle came not long after. The men of the keep held the pass with all their might while Annelia remained inside. Her soul yearned to help, driven and fueled by story upon story, espousing duty and protection, yet she was young, and inexperienced. When beasts attempted to overrun the castle, destroying Lema's last defense for once and for all, Annelia tore her patch from her eye, and opened it for the first time.
  
  From it came horrors of such incomprehension that even beasts once thought mindless were routed by their very appearance, the minds of many she loved and trusted ripped apart by what they could not understand. The keep was held, yet Annelia was terrified, and no hero.
  
  She sought atonement, so she fought. Her eye more than made up for lessened numbers, especially as the years progressed. None ever managed to forget what she had done, yet the horrors of the collapsing world forced them all to put the incident behind them. She grew. She trained.
  
  And not a single monster breached her pass.
  
  Lema was too far from the walls which encircled Caroline, now known by those who sought refuge by some other name, to seek its protection. Those that could not make it fled up the pass, hoping that the region's natural treachery would form a comparable defense. The great forges of Lema still bellowed, yet not for Caroline; if their last sets of weapons made it to the kingdom's walls, the caravans that carried them failed to return.
  
  For years, silence came from the crown.
  
  Then, a white dove, message tied to its leg. A letter to Lema, yet one which could be answered by only one of its number. Sleepless nights were spent by all the guards' ranks, hashing out a decision, and then a response.
  
  In the end, The Last Kingdom would have their supposed hero, but she would not come without a price. Several scores of soldiers were demanded for the sake of reinforcing Lema's diminishing numbers. Against all odds, those scores came.
  
  And against all odds, Annelia went.
  
  
• 
  Gear: Armored, as are most who sit on the edges of civilization. Plate and mail adorn her form, heavier than what most would dare adorn due to the benefits her body offers her. There is little decoration, for not only are there few to view such, this is a world in which frivolousness may easily kill. The sole source of color amongst metallic tones is her cloak and tabard, adorned with naught but the seal of the House of Lastelle, the sigil of a family she has never seen, and a manor she has only ever glimpsed from afar.
  
  Weapon: Sword, board, and parrying blade. At first glance, there is nothing special about any of the three, yet an experienced eye can tell without fail that they are comprised of treasured Leman Truesteel, a material reserved for only the finest equipment before the fall. The Metal of Kings, it is often called; never is a blade of Leman Truesteel given to one who does not know how to wield a weapon.
  
  A normal bow and a quiver of thirty-odd arrows, tipped with normal iron, supplement her swordplay in times of need.
• Annelia has only ever known one kind of magic, that afforded to her by her eye. Indeed, she has appeared incapable of practicing any other kind, such is its influence.
  
  The Illusory Eye, just as is said in whispers, creates images indistinguishable from reality, yet intangible. All the senses may be fooled, from eye, to ear, to nose, tongue, and hand, yet they cannot harm. Past the sharpness of a blade through the chest, there is nothing; no wound, no blood. And yet, even with something so seemingly simple, Annelia has held the pass to Lema with little else other than her fellow guardsmen. She knows what scares men, and what scares monster. Even outside of the realm of fear, she has managed to use the sleight-of-hand that comes with illusions to deadly effect, obscuring and obfuscating her movements with illusory feints and mind's-eye trickery. Yet, such may only manifest if her eye is open and capable of sight, hence her consistent protection of her right side. Were she to lose her eye, it is uncertain what would happen to her magic; it is only natural for her to assume the worst will come to pass.
  
  Yet, just as the Illusory Eye lies, so, too, can it tell the truth; with both eyes open, Annelia sees both reality and unreality, illusions--whether her own or those of another--appearing as spectral shades of their true forms. If she gazes solely through one eye or the other, the line between Truth and Untruth vanishes, placing her squarely in the realm of all those who gaze upon her creations with their own vision.
  
  It is seemingly impossible for her to cease creating illusions so long as her eye is open; even if she allows her mind to wander, vague or abstract visions come from her subconscious and fleeting thoughts. As a result, Annelia keeps her eye closed or patched when not in use for the sake of both others and herself.
  
  Abilities:
  
  -- Strength and Speed: It is unclear just how Annelia has managed to hone such to the degree that she has; even in full plate, she moves with the grace and darting quickness one would expect of someone entirely unburdened, with plenty to spare.
  
  -- Fearless: It is unclear if she is truly so, yet nothing has yet arisen that has managed to shake her to her core. Some of her fellow guardsmen say that she has been fighting for so long that she has no more fear to give. Others say that she bled her fear from her own mind, exposing herself to the horrors of her own eye until her reactions ceased to be. While this has, in turn, bred a strange sort of cold, unfeeling recklessness, any guardsman saved by her hand is quick to defend her unwavering will to act.
  
  -- An Uncanny Memory: Annelia has seen little of the world, and most of what she has seen is confined to the monochrome mountains surrounding her homeland. Yet, she remembers all she reads and all she sees with accuracy that rivals the written word itself. Show her something she has never seen before, and after mere moments of study, she can present you with an illusory copy, perfect in every way from the glint of light upon its surface to its weight and heft in your hand. Read her a passage and ask her to recite it many months later, and she will do so, complete with your original intonations.
  
  -- True Daughter of Lema: Past Lema's borders, it is said that all Lemans, from birth, are taught how to smith to a degree that rivals many masters. This is no doubt an exaggeration, yet if any were to meet Annelia, they would know no better. She bends and shapes metal with a level of grace and care that one would find more at home in the hands of an aging savant. Her twisting, otherworldly imagination likely has something to do with what strangeness she works with metals.
  
  Legendary Power:
  
  -- Beyond the Pale: What once was naught now is all; the glass once empty now flushes red with wine. Mere illusions are given substance, and objects and horrors limited solely by Annelia's comprehension now pour forth from her eye with full-bodied reality. Overuse, she has found, leads to a slowly-recoverable loss in vision. Much like her assumption regarding the gouging of her eye, should she ever push her eye beyond recovery, Annelia assumes her ability will forever leave her.
• 
  -- When alone, Annelia reads with both eyes open. When asked why that is by one of the guardsmen, she replied that her eye allows her to visualize the stories she reads.
  
  -- Her favorite "valorous tale," as she calls them, is of Dame Fiscella the Bright, a light-wielding knight who, at least according to legend, led a caravan of villagers through hostile lands all on her own, so that they might resettle after the razing of their town.
  
  -- Annelia has never had spiced food before. She oft wonders what it tastes like.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Hi, if you still need a last character, here is my CS, sorry if it isn't impressive or dull.

Spoiler: Colt Korenic

Name: Colt Korenic
Nickname: Kor, Colter.
Alias: Kor The Mute,Kor The Brutalizer, Kor The Blacksmith.
Age: 25
Birthplace: Colt was born in a settlement called the Vidadusti, a settlement located between The Last Kingdom and Land of Titans, A.M the ruined settlement is now known as Caecikalx.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 202 lbs
Hair Color: His hair is a charcoal shade of black, very common trait in his settlement, his uncommon trait was the razoredge sharpness of his hair, from a certain angle they look like quills laced on top of each other.
Eye Color: Cobalt Blue.
Skin: Normal white skin.
Physique: Solid athletic build.

Spoiler: Legend

Legend: B.M "They say he is the son of the chief blacksmith" "The chief blacksmith?" "Yes, him" The crowd whispered amongst each other as they encircled Colt and the body he towered over, staying close but viewing from a distance, Colt's fists were drenched in blood and even some pieces of flesh were dangling but that flesh wasn't his, instead it belonged to the man whose skull had been crushed beneath his fists, Colt was breathing heavy, tired from brutalizing the man below him. He looked down upon himself and saw his blacksmith apron stained with the blood of this disgusting animal... no, this man was not an animal, it was a monster in human form, he looked up at the crowd surrounding him, piercing them with his cold, blue eyes and began to move towards them, without a word, they parted and made way for him to pass, at the end of the parted crowd he was greeted by the tears of his sister, whose blue eyes contrasted the red vines wrapped around her white background. "They're dead.." She said with the sadness of a thousand birds, this revelation made him snap, tears began to run down his face but he never uttered a word, instead he kept moving and entered his father's workshop and would later emerge to be greeted by a dear friend of the family, another blacksmith that is said to replace his father as chief blacksmith. "Colt, I'm sorry but the town has come to a unanimous vote, you are to be exiled, along with your sister." Colt never said a word, even then, he returned back to the deep of the darkness and returned in this unholy armor, adorned with a pitch black Dane ax adorned with crimson jewels, from beneath his veil he uttered but a single word to this "friend of the family", "Fine" he traveled down from his family's workstation on the hill and reached the edge of the settlement, standing there was his sister, sitting on a rock with a horse tied to a fence and tied behind the horse was a chest filled with their belongings and the belongings of their parents. "Ready to go" she said, "Yes" he returned, his voice deep and overwhelmingly sad and they set off. Colt later learned that the man who he killed was his uncle from his mother's side, he was tasked to murder them from a rival blacksmith in another settlement, jealous of his father's creations. With ax in hand, he traveled to the settlement and decimated any who stood in his way, his strength and speed were unmatched by any enemy that confronted him until he confronted the blacksmith who sent his own uncle to kill his family, the blacksmith pleaded for his life but all Colt did was stare at him, unflinching, unwavering, he then grabbed the blacksmith and shoved his head into the furnace, a quick death, this envious creature deserved not but it was all Colt could think of, before he left the blacksmith's workstation, he discovered a glistening rapier and dagger, he took these two weapons as retribution for the life of his father and mother. After this event, he became a warrior for hire and master blacksmith in Caroline

Personality: During Colt's younger years he was a happy and optimistic child, always playing with the other children of the settlement and was naive of all the tricks they played on him, he didn't mind however and was just excited to be with others... However, after the murder of his father and mother, he became cold and distant, his optimism turned to a bitter pessimism as he struggled to see the good in people and situations, he was reserved and only spoke when needed, his quiet demeanor paired with his unusual silence during jobs has made him seem mute and most are taken back when they are greeted with a stern and determined voice. He sometimes finds himself reminiscing about the old days with the discipline of his father and the comforting nature of his mother and the warmth of his sister, he misses his mother's cooking. Because of the death of his parents, Colt has a strong fear of losing those close to him, he once wrote to his sister that he would take a lance to the heart in order to protect her or anyone that earned his respect, he hates himself for not being able to prevent his parents deaths and finds himself depressed over his incompetence at times. He is still naturally competitive however and fuels his anger and sadness to be best at something, if he can't be the best, he will still try to be the second best.

Spoiler: Background

Background: As is tradition in the Korenic family, all the men are second born and all the men become blacksmiths, Colt wasn't an exception to this rule and was born after his sister, Margaret Korenic and was mentored by his father. Colt was born in Vidadusti, a settlement that was located a bit further from Caroline Kingdom and was known for its' amazing creations, whether it be the smallest cutlery or the mightiest weapons and toughest armor, you name it, it probably came from Vidadusti's legendary blacksmiths and the person responsible for these creations was Harold Korenic, the father of Colt Korenic, who acted as the head blacksmith of the settlement, he had the tedious job of directing, reviewing and testing the works of other blacksmiths in the settlement. Colt began his blacksmithing lessons since he was a child and became a master blacksmith when he entered puberty, during his mentorship under his father, his mother, Jennifer Korenic, taught him various other skills like cooking and also personally educated him as she was the settlement's teacher. Colt learned how to fight with weapons from his father's lessons "Because what's the point of making weapons if you don't know how to wield them." that was his father's favorite motto. After the tragedy that struck his family and his subsequent revenge, he became a citizen of Caroline Kingdom and became a warrior for hire, doing jobs until he could muster enough money to open his blacksmith shop, even after he opened his blacksmith shop he still accepts jobs for combat. His sister after his parents were murdered also became a citizen of Caroline and became a teacher like her mother before her. Colt one day received a letter, and donned his armor and weapons and left his blacksmith shop until further notice.

Gear:

• Coal Armor+Coal Helmet: Despite the name, his armor and helmet is actually made of a very strong black metal known as Vidadustium, only found in Vidadusti, it is known for its amazing durability and lightweight, it is adorned with a golden trim and crimson tabards, with fur made of the finest coat, the horns on the helmet are detachable if pulled with enough force. While vidadustium is extremely durable and lightweight, it has a flaw in that it is extremely vulnerable to fire, melting easier and faster than other armors when exposed to flame, this vulnerability can be surpassed if it's infused with special metal but that metal is extremely rare to find. Cons: Weak to flame based attacks.
• Clothes: Colt usually wears a simple shirt and pants and his blacksmith apron and gloves is almost constantly on.
  
• Satchels: Colt almost always has at least 2 satchels with him, that can carry various small items (i.e keys, money, hammers etc etc), these satchels can also be transferred to his armor.

Weapon:

• Pitch black Dane ax Colt's main weapon is his custom made Dane ax that is adorned with crimson jewels, it isn't made of Vidadustium like his armor instead it is made of Carolinium named after the kingdom nearest to the settlement, carolinium gives his custom made Dane ax a beautiful sharpness and amazing durability, able to cut through wood and stone with relative ease, it is heavy but it isn't inhumanly possible to wield it. The wooden is enhanced with a metal lining that resemble runes but they aren't magical in nature and only serve to physically enhance the weapon. (Author's note: The ax in the depiction of Colt isn't accurate, the handle is longer and the ax head is smaller.)
• Rapier: He stole this rapier from the blacksmith who ordered the death of his family, Colt uses this rapier along with the dagger as a side weapon, he doesn't know what the rapier is made of but he confirms it is a sturdy metal, and it has wonderful puncturing capabilities.
• Dagger: A simple dagger that Colt uses alongside his rapier, it is sturdy and he mostly uses it for defensive purposes while he uses the rapier for offense.

Spoiler

Magic: Colt does not know any magic but he does express some desire to learn a spell or two.

Abilities:

• Master blacksmithing: Colt can forge and repair anything if given enough materials and if he is present at a workstation due to his mentorship as a blacksmith.
• Material gathering: Also due to his mentorship as a blacksmith Colt can gather material, most particularly metals if he has the tools without damaging the material.
• Increased Stamina: Due to his role as a blacksmith, he has gained prolonged stamina, not as much as someone with stamina training but above the average person.
• Fast Reflexes: Colt's reflexes are above the average person, being able to catch arrows.
• Heat resistant hands: Colt's hands through years of forging and training, have become callous and extremely resistant to heat.
  
  Legendary Power: does not yet possess a legendary power but can acquire one.
  
  Extra: Vidadusti is a combination of the Latin words Vide and Adusti meaning See and Burning respectively, likewise Caecikalx is a combination of Caecus and Calx meaning Blind and Stone respectively.

 

[The Black Knight]

Worthlessplebian Yes. We have enough players now. I am accepting _Line 213 's character making our numbers six. We have enough blacksmiths in this game.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Alright, have fun in your game, cheers.