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Wyll · Sep 15, 2024

The Shadow of The Seal

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// Guidelines...

Nobody can say for certain when people started receiving the letters. Some say The Seal - as the group has now been called - has caused the rise and fall of entire kingdoms. Others believe it is the latest in a long list of soon-to-be-forgotten attention grabbers. Some declare that there is only one person behind The Seal. Others insist that it is impossible for one person to hold that much power. Some even believe the whole thing to be a myth. But The Seal exists, and has existed for the almost 200 years. You would know. After all, you are one of them.

First of all, many thanks for showing interest in this little thingie of mine. Just dropping some things here that might help you when thinking of ho to build your character.

Magic System
Magic in this world is primarily supplemental rather than powerfully offensive. A good comparison would be similar to the way magic is used in The Lord of the Rings universe.
For a little more detail, there are three levels of magic: Beginner, Intermediate and Master.

Beginner: About the same level as Level 1 spells in DnD. If you are unfamiliar, think along the lines of buffs and debuffs. You're able to do things like cast a shield, coat yourself in an element, amplify physical characteristics, and things of that nature.
Most NPCs in the world/RP are going to be at the Beginner level - it is the default that everybody starts out as.
Intermediate: About the same level as Level 2 and Level 3 spells in DnD. For context, think along the lines of the most basic magical attacks. You can cast fireballs, change the properties of an object, have limited control over other people's minds, and things like that. Intermediate magic users can only have affinity in one element (Earth, Water, Fire, Air, Storm, Mind, Light or Dark).
To reach Intermediate level, your character must have studied for anywhere from 3 to 7 years at an institute.
Master: About the same level as Level 4 or 5 spells in DnD. For more context, your abilities are similar to those in the intermediate category but you can cast faster, stronger, larger, more potent attacks. You are also able to dabble into a second element. However, Masters in magic take a serious hit to other areas of ability due to the amount of time it takes to become a master. Additionally, there are conditions under which they are at their most powerful. For example, Bookie, one of the Pillars, is a Master level magic user. Within the library, he has omni-presence, advanced telepathy and telekinesis. He is also highly resistant to magical damage. However, all of that goes away the second he steps out of the library. Outside the library, he is a high-level Intermediate magic user at best.
To reach Master level, your character must have studied for more than 7 years at an institute.
Magic Items: Characters at the Intermediate or Master level have access to magical items that can serve as either the source or a conduit of their powers. You are able to use this item however you wish, just be sure to include it and its abilities in your CS.

Races & Creatures
That's right, your character doesn't have to be human. This is a mid-Fantasy RP and so most fantasy/mythical/magical races and creatures will be seen throughout the world. Do keep in mind that, as this is mid-Fantasy, Angels, Demons, Demon Lords, Magic Lords and all other high level magic beings, creatures and races cannot be found in the world/RP.
Should you have any questions, comments, or concerns about the feasibility of a race in this world, feel free to each out to me to ask.
Also, yes, your character can have familiars because they're adorable and I love them.

Roles & Jobs
There are three possible jobs your character can have: Assassin, Lorekeeper or Spy. Keep in mind that all roles have been designed such that they fit all jobs. If you particularly like a role but struggle to see how it would fit with your character's job, feel free to reach out to me and we'll work something out.

Assassins are primarily responsible for, as you'd expect, eliminating the targets of a mission. However, not all missions require elimination of targets. In such situations, assassins serve as bodyguards and an extra set of eyes on the situation, such that if a life does need to be taken, they are able to do so.

Spies are responsible for gathering information as well as trading in secrets and lies. They are crucial for infiltration and reconnaissance missions. Sometimes their goal is to sew chaos and lies and bring things down from the inside, sometimes they're simply there to gather information.

Lorekeepers are the organisers of the whole operation. They coordinate between the assassins and spies, pass on instructions from the Pillars and - very importantly - they long every single mission and everything that happens on mission. They always keep the bigger picture in front of them while the others are in the thick of it.

// Character Sheet...

Basics
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Race:
Role:
Job:
FC (if available):
Physical description:

Magic
Magic Level:
Magical equipment:
Magical abilities:

Personality:
Likes
Dislikes
Strengths
Weaknesses
Virtues
Vices
Fears
Head canons
Summary

History
Give an idea of where they were born and/or raised and any significant moments that happened in their life.
If they had to leave their birthplace, let us know why.
Please be sure to include when, why and how they were recruited by The Seal.

// roles ...

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The
Foundation

You have been here for 4+ years. You have seen the Seal go through thick and thin, now standing as a rock for newer characters to lean on and the first to be called when backup is needed on a mission. Because of your steadfastness, there are rumors that you may be a future Pillar.

The
Trouble-Maker

Bookie doesn't like you, he calls you unpredictable and he says that that is a liability to The Seal. You have a tendency to want to do things your own way. But Keep likes having you around and the other two Pillars don't care enough to be bothered by you. Plus, you're good at what you do.

The
Prodigy

You are one of the newest recruits - any time less than ten months - and, in that short time, you're already being assigned high profile missions, missions that others needed years to work up to. You assimilated quicker than anyone the Pillars have ever seen and some of your peers call you a Pillar in the making

The
Shadow

You are one of the newest recruits - any time less than ten months - and you are still in training, learning the ways of The Seal and finding out what kind of agent you want to be. You are made to shadow missions and your primary role is to follow the orders given by whoever you shadow, no matter what the order is.

The
Bleeding

As a principle, you don't like killing and violence and so being an agent is hard for you. However, you try to convince yourself that it's for the greater good; that The Seal is looking out for those who can't help themselves.. Plus, at least The Seal has a code. You still don't particularly support their methods though.

The
Devout

To you, rules are rules and are meant to be followed strictly. Any deviation is intolerable. You adore The Pillars - their word is law to you - and you even aspire to be a Pillar yourself one day. You've given everything you have and everything you are to The Seal with religious, almost problematic, dedication.

The
Refugee

You were on the run from the law, you'd been on the run for a long time actually. However, your luck ran out; they had you cornered and you knew your time was up. You'd given up all hope and resigned yourself to your fate, then The Seal found you and, to you, they are protection from the law.

The
Driven

To you, The Seal is a means to an end. You recognise that all the agents under The Seal are some of the best at what they do. The Pillars form the very pinnacle, where you want to be. But you are not content with being "one of those" at the pinnacle. You want to be the pinnacle yourself, undeniable so.

The
Votary

Newer recruit - 0 months to a year. No matter what those around you said and how they tried to convince you that it was just a myth, you always knew The Seal was real. You'd followed their missions closely, modeling your style after them. The day you were recruited was a literal dream come true for you.

The
Insider

You were a noble once, maybe even royalty. But, all that meant is that you got to see the cruelty of high Society firsthand and it was a vile taste in your mouth. You knew you had to do something. You were nothing more than a nameless vigilante before The Seal found you, now they have your full devotion.

The
Legacy

Both of your parents were agents of The Seal and they raised you while keeping their lives as part of The Seal secret from you. Eventually, you grew old enough to have questions. With few options left, they finally gave you the answers you wanted and brought you into the life they'd tried to shelter you from.

The
Returnee

You got into a nearly fatal accident and you had to leave for several months while you healed and got your strength back. You returned very recently, not only do your memory and muscle memory need to return, it also feels like so much has changed - there is much for you to keep up with.

The
Glutton

You process and consume information at an extraordinary rate and you are always hungry for more, seeking to grow and improve yourself in your craft, each day better than you were the day before. Your progress is staggering and your dedication is an example to those around; you just might be a future Pillar.

The
Talentless

The role you fill under The Seal gives you purpose and it is one of the very few things that does. There aren't very many things that you are naturally good at - even things you worked for years on. But you do your jobwithin The Seal perfectly, almost as if you were born to do this.

The
Joker

You are a treasure trove of talent. You can, have, and will fill all roles, bouncing from one role to the other as the missions demand. You may not be the best at any one role, but your versatility makes you indispensable. Because of this, you're one of very few able to be assigned solo missions.

The
Sun

In a world of secrets, lies and shadows, you are a much needed breath of fresh air - a literal ray of sunshine. You know what The Seal is and you fully commit to your role within it. And yet, you carry yourself with the demeanor of somebody who works in a candy shop, unflappable in your positivity.

The
Fire

Reserved for GM Wyll
You've been here for 4+ years. Whenever somebody is recruited, they are warned about you because you are known to give the newbies a hard time, a true trial by fire. Your reasons are your own, but every newbie knows your name and most fear it.

The
General

You have been around for a while - at least three years - and you may not be the best in your role but you are indispensable all the same. Your experience has made you a master of navigating sticky situations. You are known for your clever ideas, if there is a problem, you are often the solution.

The
Resin

Your natural understanding of people, creatures and situations allows you to be the glue that holds people together when things don't go smoothly. You are perfectly able to discern between when a situation calls for support, guidance or discipline and you know how to provide all three as needed.

The
Hammer

Just as the saying says, everything is a nail to you. You believe in power and asserting dominance and this shows through in how you carry out the activities of your role and even relations with other agents. Not particularly one for tact or patience, you trust in your own abilities to navigate any situation.

The
Bargain

You had been searching for The Seal for a long time and you knew more than you thought. To The Seal, the only thing more dangerous than someone that knows too much is someone that doesn't know how much they know. So they found you before you found them; your search is over and their secret remains safe

The
Spiteful

You've been wronged and want vengeance. You don't care that it's against the code of The Seal to keep personal matters out of the way. For now, you will follow their rules; play their game; obey their silly code...but when a chance for vengeance comes, you won't let them or anyone else stop you.

The
Unbroken

Life has dealt you a tough hand many times over - situations that would have made most other throw in the towel - yet, somehow, you've persisted. Giving up and giving in seem to be fundamentally and entirely against your nature and you carry that spirit through every mission and everything you do.

The
Cautious

Life has taught you that anything could happen and you live every day and every mission with that in mind. You play it as safe as possible, doing everything you can to guarantee complete success no matter what. You refuse to act until victory is absolutely certain, scared of what failure might mean.

// rules ...

01

This RP will be obeying all RPN rules.

02

All accepted players and characters will be added to the group Discord which is where we'll have most of our OOC conversation and plotting - so yes, Discord is mandatory.

03

Face claims optional but encouraged, but all characters need to have a detailed physical description. If you choose to use a face claim, you are free to use any style/medium/source you want but you still need a physical description.

04

Please only apply for one role for now. As time passes, based on interest, there may be the opportunity to apply for more than one, should you choose to. If you have questions or concerns about how a character you want to play could fit into a role, please feel free to reach out to me.

05

Applications are not accepted on a first-come first-served basis. Don't feel shy to apply for a role just because others are applying for the same role.

A battle of secrets, lies and shadows

Guidelines:

Nobody can say for certain when people started receiving the letters. Some say The Seal - as the group has now been called - has caused the rise and fall of entire kingdoms. Others believe it is the latest in a long list of soon-to-be-forgotten attention grabbers. Some declare that there is only one person behind The Seal. Others insist that it is impossible for one person to hold that much power. Some even believe the whole thing to be a myth. But The Seal exists, and has existed for the almost 200 years. You would know. After all, you are one of them.

First of all, many thanks for showing interest in this little thingie of mine. Just dropping some things here that might help you when thinking of ho to build your character.

Magic System
Magic in this world is primarily supplemental rather than powerfully offensive. A good comparison would be similar to the way magic is used in The Lord of the Rings universe.
For a little more detail, there are three levels of magic: Beginner, Intermediate and Master.

Beginner: About the same level as Level 1 spells in DnD. If you are unfamiliar, think along the lines of buffs and debuffs. You're able to do things like cast a shield, coat yourself in an element, amplify physical characteristics, and things of that nature.
Most NPCs in the world/RP are going to be at the Beginner level - it is the default that everybody starts out as.
Intermediate: About the same level as Level 2 and Level 3 spells in DnD. For context, think along the lines of the most basic magical attacks. You can cast fireballs, change the properties of an object, have limited control over other people's minds, and things like that. Intermediate magic users can only have affinity in one element (Earth, Water, Fire, Air, Storm, Mind, Light or Dark).
To reach Intermediate level, your character must have studied for anywhere from 3 to 7 years at an institute.
Master: About the same level as Level 4 or 5 spells in DnD. For more context, your abilities are similar to those in the intermediate category but you can cast faster, stronger, larger, more potent attacks. You are also able to dabble into a second element. However, Masters in magic take a serious hit to other areas of ability due to the amount of time it takes to become a master. Additionally, there are conditions under which they are at their most powerful. For example, Bookie, one of the Pillars, is a Master level magic user. Within the library, he has omni-presence, advanced telepathy and telekinesis. He is also highly resistant to magical damage. However, all of that goes away the second he steps out of the library. Outside the library, he is a high-level Intermediate magic user at best.
To reach Master level, your character must have studied for more than 7 years at an institute.
Magic Items: Characters at the Intermediate or Master level have access to magical items that can serve as either the source or a conduit of their powers. You are able to use this item however you wish, just be sure to include it and its abilities in your CS.

Races & Creatures
That's right, your character doesn't have to be human. This is a mid-Fantasy RP and so most fantasy/mythical/magical races and creatures will be seen throughout the world. Do keep in mind that, as this is mid-Fantasy, Angels, Demons, Demon Lords, Magic Lords and all other high level magic beings, creatures and races cannot be found in the world/RP.
Should you have any questions, comments, or concerns about the feasibility of a race in this world, feel free to each out to me to ask.
Also, yes, your character can have familiars because they're adorable and I love them.

Roles & Jobs
There are three possible jobs your character can have: Assassin, Lorekeeper or Spy. Keep in mind that all roles have been designed such that they fit all jobs. If you particularly like a role but struggle to see how it would fit with your character's job, feel free to reach out to me and we'll work something out.

Assassins are primarily responsible for, as you'd expect, eliminating the targets of a mission. However, not all missions require elimination of targets. In such situations, assassins serve as bodyguards and an extra set of eyes on the situation, such that if a life does need to be taken, they are able to do so.

Spies are responsible for gathering information as well as trading in secrets and lies. They are crucial for infiltration and reconnaissance missions. Sometimes their goal is to sew chaos and lies and bring things down from the inside, sometimes they're simply there to gather information.

Lorekeepers are the organisers of the whole operation. They coordinate between the assassins and spies, pass on instructions from the Pillars and - very importantly - they long every single mission and everything that happens on mission. They always keep the bigger picture in front of them while the others are in the thick of it.

CS Template:

Basics
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Race:
Role:
Job:
FC (if available):
Physical description:

Magic
Magic Level:
Magical equipment:
Magical abilities:

Personality:
Likes
Dislikes
Strengths
Weaknesses
Virtues
Vices
Fears
Head canons
Summary

History
Give an idea of where they were born and/or raised and any significant moments that happened in their life.
If they had to leave their birthplace, let us know why.
Please be sure to include when, why and how they were recruited by The Seal.

Roles:

The Foundation - You have been here for 4+ years. You have seen the Seal go through thick and thin, now standing as a rock for newer characters to lean on and the first to be called when backup is needed on a mission. Because of your steadfastness, there are rumors that you may be a future Pillar.
The Trouble-Maker - Bookie doesn't like you, he calls you unpredictable and he says that that is a liability to The Seal. You have a tendency to want to do things your own way. But Keep likes having you around and the other two Pillars don't care enough to be bothered by you. Plus, you're good at what you do.
The Prodigy - You are one of the newest recruits - any time less than ten months - and, in that short time, you're already being assigned high profile missions, missions that others needed years to work up to. You assimilated quicker than anyone the Pillars have ever seen and some of your peers call you a Pillar in the making.
The Shadow - You are one of the newest recruits - any time less than ten months - and you are still in training, learning the ways of The Seal and finding out what kind of agent you want to be. You are made to shadow missions and your primary role is to follow the orders given by whoever you shadow, no matter what the order is.
The Bleeding - As a principle, you don't like killing and violence and so being an agent is hard for you. However, you try to convince yourself that it's for the greater good; that The Seal is looking out for those who can't help themselves.. Plus, at least The Seal has a code. You still don't particularly support their methods though.
The Devout - To you, rules are rules and are meant to be followed strictly. Any deviation is intolerable. You adore The Pillars - their word is law to you - and you even aspire to be a Pillar yourself one day. You've given everything you have and everything you are to The Seal with religious, almost problematic, dedication.
The Refugee - You were on the run from the law, you'd been on the run for a long time actually. However, your luck ran out; they had you cornered and you knew your time was up. You'd given up all hope and resigned yourself to your fate, then The Seal found you and, to you, they are protection from the law.
The Driven - To you, The Seal is a means to an end. You recognise that all the agents under The Seal are some of the best at what they do. The Pillars form the very pinnacle, where you want to be. But you are not content with being "one of those" at the pinnacle. You want to be the pinnacle yourself, undeniable so.
The Votary - Newer recruit - 0 months to a year. No matter what those around you said and how they tried to convince you that it was just a myth, you always knew The Seal was real. You'd followed their missions closely, modeling your style after them. The day you were recruited was a literal dream come true for you.
The Insider - You were a noble once, maybe even royalty. But, all that meant is that you got to see the cruelty of high Society firsthand and it was a vile taste in your mouth. You knew you had to do something. You were nothing more than a nameless vigilante before The Seal found you, now they have your full devotion.
The Legacy - Both of your parents were agents of The Seal and they raised you while keeping their lives as part of The Seal secret from you. Eventually, you grew old enough to have questions. With few options left, they finally gave you the answers you wanted and brought you into the life they'd tried to shelter you from.
The Returnee - You got into a nearly fatal accident and you had to leave for several months while you healed and got your strength back. You returned very recently, not only do your memory and muscle memory need to return, it also feels like so much has changed - there is much for you to keep up with.
The Glutton - You process and consume information at an extraordinary rate and you are always hungry for more, seeking to grow and improve yourself in your craft, each day better than you were the day before. Your progress is staggering and your dedication is an example to those around; you just might be a future Pillar.
The Talentless - The role you fill under The Seal gives you purpose and it is one of the very few things that does. There aren't very many things that you are naturally good at - even things you worked for years on. But you do your job within The Seal perfectly, almost as if you were born to do this.
The Joker - You are a treasure trove of talent. You can, have, and will fill all roles, bouncing from one role to the other as the missions demand. You may not be the best at any one role, but your versatility makes you indispensable. Because of this, you're one of very few able to be assigned solo missions.
The Sun - In a world of secrets, lies and shadows, you are a much needed breath of fresh air - a literal ray of sunshine. You know what The Seal is and you fully commit to your role within it. And yet, you carry yourself with the demeanor of somebody who works in a candy shop, unflappable in your positivity.
The Fire (Reserved for GM Wyll) - You've been here for 4+ years. Whenever somebody is recruited, they are warned about you because you are known to give the newbies a hard time, a true trial by fire. Your reasons are your own, but every newbie knows your name and most fear it.
The General - You have been around for a while - at least three years - and you may not be the best in your role but you are indispensable all the same. Your experience has made you a master of navigating sticky situations. You are known for your clever ideas, if there is a problem, you are often the solution.
The Resin - Your natural understanding of people, creatures and situations allows you to be the glue that holds people together when things don't go smoothly. You are perfectly able to discern between when a situation calls for support, guidance or discipline and you know how to provide all three as needed.
The Hammer - Just as the saying says, everything is a nail to you. You believe in power and asserting dominance and this shows through in how you carry out the activities of your role and even relations with other agents. Not particularly one for tact or patience, you trust in your own abilities to navigate any situation.
The Bargain - You had been searching for The Seal for a long time and you knew more than you thought. To The Seal, the only thing more dangerous than someone that knows too much is someone that doesn't know how much they know. So they found you before you found them; your search is over and their secret remains safe.
The Spiteful - You've been wronged and want vengeance. You don't care that it's against the code of The Seal to keep personal matters out of the way. For now, you will follow their rules; play their game; obey their silly code...but when a chance for vengeance comes, you won't let them or anyone else stop you.
The Unbroken - Life has dealt you a tough hand many times over - situations that would have made most other throw in the towel - yet, somehow, you've persisted. Giving up and giving in seem to be fundamentally and entirely against your nature and you carry that spirit through every mission and everything you do.
The Cautious - Life has taught you that anything could happen and you live every day and every mission with that in mind. You play it as safe as possible, doing everything you can to guarantee complete success no matter what. You refuse to act until victory is absolutely certain, scared of what failure might mean.

Rules

This RP will be obeying all RPN rules.
All accepted players and characters will be added to the group Discord which is where we'll have most of our OOC conversation and plotting - so yes, Discord is mandatory.
Face claims optional but encouraged, but all characters need to have a detailed physical description. If you choose to use a face claim, you are free to use any style/medium/source you want but you still need a physical description.
Please only apply for one role for now. As time passes, based on interest, there may be the opportunity to apply for more than one, should you choose to. If you have questions or concerns about how a character you want to play could fit into a role, please feel free to reach out to me.
Applications are not accepted on a first-come first-served basis. Don't feel shy to apply for a role just because others are applying for the same role.

Klown · Sep 15, 2024

Name: Quill, her true name remains a mystery even to her.
Gender: Cisgender female, she/her
Age: Twenty-five years old
Race: Faefolk
Role: The Returnee
Job: Lorekeeper
Five feet tall in billowing ivory robes that seem to weigh more than her, and they just might. Her platinum blonde hair fancies itself a garden, small buds sprouting through her locks, blooming brilliantly when excited and quietly drooping when upset. They resemble the freckled bushes of forget-me-not flowers. Her ears are pointed, often the first part of her body to turn pink with blush, though there is very little she blushes about. She has silvery eyes with slitted pupils that expand into wide saucers when particularly intrigued by something. They are retroreflective much like an animal's. It gives her monotone face an unsettling edge, especially with her habit of staring unblinkingly for an excruciating while. Sprouting just along her tailbone, the same color as her hair and sweeping down onto the floor, is a delicate, whip-like tail with a soft tip of plumed white fur.
Magic Level: Intermediate magic level plus some innate magic from her fae lineage.

Magical equipment:
The Echobinder: A grimoire gluttonous for knowledge. The good, the bad, the seemingly useless, and beyond. To ensure its user’s objectivity in collecting said knowledge, it steals the bearer’s personal history so they can observe and record unbiased.

It bonded to Quill through this process, establishing an irrevocable connection and allowing her to channel its magic more effectively. It subtly— basically undetectably—influences Quill on the places she travels. It guides her towards the intel it deems beneficial to be found, often leading her to wander into dangerous places, forcing its curiosity onto her. It doesn’t control her, more like places a subconscious suggestion in the back of her mind, which she may choose to follow or not. To her, it’s nothing more than a hunch.

Quill and the Echobinder have an interdependent relationship. It provides her protection, knowledge, and magic. It also holds all her memories, so if it is lost, she has no way of getting them back. Destroying the book is too risky, seeing as whenever it is damaged, it will use Quill’s newly formed memories to restore itself. Depending on the severity of the damage caused, the more important the memories will be.

The book procures a magical glowing quill (her namesake), which is the only instrument that can write into it. If someone were to try to read what Quill was writing into the book, they would only see blurred gibberish and odd symbols that seem to constantly shift. In her eyes, however, everything is legible.

Magical abilities:
Divined Tongue: A spell which allows for Quill to understand any written or spoken language she can hear or read. As well as allowing her to verbally communicate in that same language for a few hours before the spell depletes. It extends to deciphering magical scripts, though the process for those takes longer and won’t always be accurate with how broad magic can be.

Esoteric Unravel: Quill draws from the knowledge of the book, her mind flooded with memories not of her own to gain insight into her queries. This spell allows her to sense anything that has been imbued with magic around her, what the effect of the spell is, but not how to trigger it or, if needed, disarm it. The spell extends to people as well, letting her know if they are under a spell or curse.

Guardian Echo: Currently Quill’s only spell to defend herself. Guardian Echo pulls the memories of warriors and battles fought, spectral weapons rising from the book’s pages and whipping towards her targets. They can’t be wielded like normal weapons, and don’t do nearly as much damage as a regular weapon would. They are just memories after all. The spell also allows for Quill to summon a magical shield to guard her from oncoming attacks.

Memory bind: A spell Quill is notorious for among The Seal. By inscribing a specific sigil into the pages of her book and handing it off to someone on that page, she can subtly alter, steal, or implant false memories into a target. The longer the book remains in their hands, the more influence the Echobinder has over their mind. Despite the distrust the spell has bred between her and some members of The Seal, Quill only uses the spell to mislead foes should a spy or assassin be compromised, and only when given explicit permission to do so.
Personality: A wavering rope loosely binds Quill to her empathy. Not from lack of care, but from lack of understanding. Having her mind be rinsed and wrung by the Echobinder countless times, her comprehension of societal norms and cues is practically nonexistent. Consequently, she is objectively forthright, often speaking honestly to the discomfort of those around her, though never knowingly. The benefit of this is that you’ll never wonder what Quill is thinking because odds are she will tell you truthfully if asked.

Despite the frigid bluntness she carries, Quill will apologize if she realizes she’s offended. At her core, Quill wants to connect to people. She loves people, however deceiving her attitude may be. She finds her happiness in the enjoyment of others. Their laughs, their smiles, their amusement. While her own range of expressions are muted, one can easily decipher Quill’s spirits by glancing at the blooming buds in her hair or her swishing tail.

Quill is both the easiest and hardest person to find. She drifts around from location to location, either on her own whims or —unknowingly—the Echobinder’s. Her head in the clouds, appearing almost dazed. Completely inattentive to her surroundings making her particularly susceptible to bumping into things or being taken by surprise. Rarely is she ever on guard.

Scarcely, glimpses of her memories will seep back briefly, though she is unable to discern their context. She focuses on the sensory details she can remember from each random flash of memory. A certain smell, color, taste, object, or word. She'll repeat these to herself quietly in hopes that it will help her retain the memory and potentially remember it in the future, like slowly completing a jigsaw puzzle. By consequence, most people question her sanity as she walks aimlessly, uttering seemingly unrelated words as if reciting a mantra.

Likes:
People watching. The mundane, the exciting, the tragic. It helps her feel more connected to her emotions, which many claim she lacks.

Being in nature. Something about losing herself in thick woodlands or laying in grassy fields feels oddly comforting to her.

Talkative persons. She herself isn't much for conversation, but she loves indulging someone who wishes to ramble.

Exploring. Tends to wander into places she often shouldn't be, either from curiosity or pure accident because she isn't paying attention.

Expression. Whether through artform, emotion, or forthright communication, anything that let's her know who a person is and what they're feeling.

Dislikes:
Being told she's heartless. She understands why someone might say it, but hearing it still hurts.

Losing her memories. Obviously not something she enjoys and is quite frustrated with it despite seeming unbothered.

Having her tail stepped on. It's happened on more than a few occasions and it hurts, depending on how bad, you'll get kicked as a reflex.

Subtlety. It goes completely over her head, how is she supposed to know something she's never been explicitly told about?

Erasing other's memories. The Echobinder's most powerful trick, yet Quill always feels guilty knowing better than anyone what the experience is like.

Strengths:
Easily makes objective decisions and isn't ruled by her emotions, but she does of course consider morals. She'll never act rashly.

Being born and raised in the Doran Woodlands, the hunting skills taught to her there have been ingrained into her very being. She knows how to hide in shadows, leave no trace of herself, and even move without making a sound.

Notices physical changes in people pretty quickly. If they get a haircut, or have a new bruise, or have an ache somewhere in their body, ect.

Writes fast as needed per her ability to cast spells through the book. Ironically really good a memorizing magical scriptures and runes.

Weaknesses:
Lacks empathy, and although she wants to understand, sometimes she comes off as abrasive or rude, and unintentionally causes more problems than solutions.

Distracted easily if not already walking around lost in thought. It's not hard to catch her by surprise.

Not the physically strongest, should not be anywhere near the front lines if at all avoidable.

If the Echobinder is damaged in any way, it will preserve itself by stealing her memories.

Virtues:
Sincerely wants to learn about people, their upbringings, and cultures.
Not embarrassed to apologize, admit that she's in the wrong, and take criticisms.
Doesn't let her disconnect from emotions impair her morality.
A diligent worker and loyal to The Seal despite her initial rocky start.

Vices:
Will express her thoughts without a filter, often coming off as rude.
Lacks comprehension of social statuses, cues, and norms.
Doesn't listen or pay attention to things she doesn't find engaging.
Freezes up when she can't find a logical solution to a problem.

Fears:
Never regaining her memories and being stuck forever losing the new ones she develops.
Never being able to forge an identity for herself or connect with others.
Losing or the destruction of the Echobinder.

Head canons:
Will get lost for hours but never ask for directions.
If you do something to offend her or cause her to dislike you, she will pretend you do not exist.
If a conversation is boring her or she no longer wants to be engaged with it, she will walk away.
Absentmindedly wraps her tail around people she likes, often their legs, arms, or hip.
Got lost on her way back from a mission and The Seal thought she'd died or been kidnapped.
Has only ever killed someone once in self defense and stopped talking for about three months.
Writes into the book like it's a diary sometimes, but she doesn't know what the book does with the pages.
Carries the Echobinder in a protective case at all times, taking it out only when using it.

Summary:
Quill’s disconnection from social norms and lack of empathy stems from her shattered memory due to the Echobinder, a magical book that drains her mind in exchange for its powerful abilities. Although she struggles to understand social cues and often speaks forthright, Quill is sincere and deeply desires to connect with others. She finds solace in observing people, listening to their stories, and immersing herself in nature, though her aloofness can make her seem distant. Despite her outward indifference, Quill cares about others' well-being, always apologizing when her unfiltered thoughts unintentionally cause harm. Her weaknesses are clear—she's easily distracted, struggles with socializing, and is physically vulnerable. At her core, Quill fears never regaining her memories, losing her connection to others, and the destruction of the Echobinder itself, a book that is both her greatest strength and deepest curse.
tldr: Was born in the Doran Woodlands and taught magic by her grandmother, after her mother died and grandmother got ill, her and her father left the Doran Woodlands to adventure together. Some years later they form and adventuring party and go to Al-Aya because apparently the emperor is paying a lot of money for anyone who can solve its myth. The Echobinder is found on the corpses of some previous adventurers the party looted. Things go bad, they get attacked, Quill's father sacrifices himself to save her. Quill opens the book hoping it's a spell book with magic that can help, but ends up getting her memories wiped. She's picked up by the Errant Fleet who name her Quill and she stayed with them for about a year before leaving because the Echobinder is craving knowledge. She travels for about two years, during her journeys she becomes friends with an elderly widowed noblewoman who was distraught at her late husband's secretive dealings in Kehinde. Quill erases her memories and by extension ruins a seal agent's mission. The Seal recruits her more out of caution than because they trust her abilities. She's been in The Seal for five years now. After the accident that put her out of commission for almost seven months, Quill realized the Echobinder had stolen a major chunk of her memories again to restore itself. Now she has to return to The Seal after being gone for several months and barely any memory of how things were before.

History: As a young faeling, Quill was bursting with untapped potential. Born and raised in the lush woods of Doran, she had plenty of trees to scale, caves to spelunk, and goodies to forage. She studied magic with her grandmother, an ancient fae in her young eyes. She was ten years old when she first asked her grandmother about magic, and the questions did not stop.

At fifteen, Quill left with her father for a life of adventure. Her mother had had passed away and with his wavering job, Father became restless at the thought of leaving Quill with her grandmother, who was already ill. So, the two left Doran and became adventurers.

Most of their missions were easy enough. Her father favored jobs from townsfolk he knew weren’t dangerous even when Quill insisted they try something more exciting. About two years later, their party members convinced the father and daughter pair to take the trip to Aya. Apparently, the emperor of Falin was offering a ludicrous amount of money to go there. Father was apprehensive, but after years of Quill’s pleading for an exhilarating adventure, she’d chipped his resolve enough that he relented.

The trip into Al-Aya went as well as was expected. That being not well at all. While their party members were looting the dead bodies of a previous group that seemed like they’d encountered a rabid beast, another attack followed swiftly after. Quill only saw shadows and blurs of color, pain searing from her leg and sides. Gripping onto a book her father had mindlessly handed to her because he knew she loved to read.

Her father sacrificed himself so she could escape. Barely grasping onto her life and desperate to save her father, Quill opened the book hoping it would have some kind of miracle spell to heal all wounds.

Instead, the Echobinder sealed away her memories and bound itself to her.

She was rescued by a ship of the Errant Fleet. They’d found her drifting in the waters clutching a book and magical quill like it were her lifeline. When she woke up, Quill had no memory of who or where she was. Without her name, the people of the ship dubbed her “Quill” after seeing how tightly she clutched the plume. They gave her clothes, a place to sleep, food, and company.

Quill stayed with the Errant Fleet for about a year, helping with the smaller mundane tasks such as cooking, cleaning, fixing clothing, ect. She’d not been raised for the climate of the Abong Peaks, and no one expected her to acclimate when she couldn’t even remember her own name. She tried her best to stay out of their ways and be as little of a burden as possible. She did love it there, however. The strong familial bonds that carried throughout every member of the Fleet were admirable. But in the back of her mind, Quill felt like there was somewhere else she had to be. So, she left the Fleet in search of where that place was, and hoping to find answers on her past along the way.

She wandered aimlessly through the continents for two years, writing into the book her observations, thoughts, and discoveries. She’d grow familiar with the book’s abilities and stipulations during this time as well.

At the age of twenty, Quill had her first encounter with The Seal. A noblewoman who’d allowed her to ride in her carriage while crossing kingdoms invited her over for tea one afternoon. She was an older woman, now a widow with no children. Quill would visit her regularly and be doted on excessively. The noblewoman shared a despairing story of her husband, a prominent political figure in Kehinde. Quill couldn’t help but feel like she was being used as a confessional. Her husband had been dealing in shady business, sticking his hands in places they shouldn’t be, and they’d come back drenched in blood.

Unthinking, Quill asked the woman if she’d like to forget about it.

As if the pages of the book were guiding her hand, Quill drew the sigil for Memory bind and handed it to the woman. Whatever mission The Seal agent who’d sneaked into the estate had been tasked to do became undoable. But it did draw The Seal’s eyes towards Quill.

Quill was inducted into the seal, not for her skill but out of caution. The benefit to her magic was weighed against the complications. Ultimately, the Pillars decided she would be worth more as an ally.

Quill has been with The Seal for five years now, the tight leash she had upon first joining The Seal has gone slack enough that she’s allowed alone on missions, especially those to clean up loose ends. Though the leash is ever present and still rigid specifically with Guille, the only Pillar who still doesn’t trust or like Quill.

Quill doesn’t remember anything about the accident that had her bedridden for nearly seven months. It didn’t take long for her to realize it was the Echobinder’s doing as it lay perfectly new at her side. Quill had forgotten a chunk of her time at The Seal, and what’s worse, is she was away from it for longer than she ever has been before. Returning, Quill felt nervous for possibly the first time she could remember.
Affiliation ideas:

- Your character and Quill had some kind of notable bond before her accident. Friends, enemies, rivals, whatever! After the accident however, the book was damaged as well, thus it ate a sizeable chunk of her memories to restore itself. Now, Quill has no recollection of your character.

- Someone who Quill has erased a memory for at some point. (Or could in the future if you'd like).

- Someone who was on the fleet ship that saved her after her encounter in Al-Aya and finding the Echobinder.

- Someone who is incredibly suspicious of Quill and finds her untrustworthy with the Echobinder.

- Someone who knew Quill before she'd found the Echobinder, but is keeping it a secret from her for whatever reason.

- Quill has been damage control for a mistake your character made and erased the foe's memory.

- Someone she'd met while on her travels with the Echobinder, perhaps helped them somehow.

- The Seal agent whose mission she interrupted/potentially ruined before becoming an agent herself because she was wiping the target's memory.

CrimsonInk · Sep 15, 2024

Scarlett Leonhardt

#The Joker

#Li Qin

♡coded by uxie♡
the joker.

scroll

Scarlett

Leonhardt

hehe

01.

full name

Scarlett Leonhardt

02.

codename

Jester

03.

age

twenty-six

04.

job

Spy
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The truth will always hurt.

It's not enough to give people what they need to survive. You gotta give them what they need to live.

visage

height/weight

163 cm | 55 kg

FC

Li Qin

hair/eye colour

Black | Dark Brown

race

Changeling

physical description

This changeling was molded carefully by those of the fae realm. Born with long ebony strands, skin fair as the moon, and eyes dark as chocolate, her appearance is soft and delicate despite such mature features. Her face is sculpted as an oval shape with a prominent jawline. Lips pouty and nose small. Scarlett stands at an averaged height and a healthy weight, showing the effort of taking well care of both her body and mind.

persona

Scarlett is a blend of mystery and uncertainty. Driven by a desire to uncover her identity and learn more of her heritage, she balances a rebellious streak with a warm, approachable demeanor. Her ability to easily connect with others radiates a natural charm, drawing people in with her lighthearted mischief. This rebellious nature propels her to challenge norms and take risks, especially regarding her burgeoning abilities as a changeling.

However, beneath this playful exterior lies a profound longing for acceptance and belonging, making her sensitive to the opinions of others. She often grapples with feelings of inadequacy and fears being judged for her naivete. Introspective by nature, she reflects on her choices, weighing the consequences of her actions against her desires. While she is drawn to the thrill of adventure and the allure of the unknown, she remains acutely aware of the potential dangers that accompany her curiosity.

likes

Green Tea

Second & Third Breakfast

Blankets

Playing pranks

Card Games

Napping

dislikes

Arrogant people

Failure

Asking for help

Green Beans

strengths

Connecting with others

Self-Reliant

Quick on her feet

weaknesses

Messy

Emotional over Logical

Physical Strength

virtues

Kindness

Compassion

Empathetic

vices

Childish

Stubborn

Naive

fears

Atychiphobia

Alethophobia

head cannons

Has a pet squirrel named Tutu

Doesn't care much for the color red

She'll pick on you, because she likes you or enjoys being around you

history

A Child Born

Scarlett was born in the grim shadows of the Lost Land of Latoy. Her parents, once proud scholars, had fallen into misfortune for their search of the lost documents of the Seal and become beggars. She never learned the details of their demise; she was merely a baby when Pierre, her new guardian, received a desperate letter from her mother, his dearest friend, pleading for help. When he finally arrived in the Lost Land, he was a day too late. The only soul left alive was Scarlett, teetering on the brink of death. All that remained was a handwritten letter from her mother, Aurora.

My dear friend Pierre,
I’m sorry I couldn’t hold out much longer. I knew the dangers of coming here, but I regret not considering how it would affect my family. I understand now what you mean by sacrifice. Please, take her into your care. If the wolves haven’t found her, I beg you. This burden is heavy, but as a friend…

The letter ended abruptly, leaving Pierre with a heavy heart and a sense of loss. He felt the world closing in again. Losing a friend was a feeling you never seem to forget, especially when her child was a reminder of that. Changelings were often misunderstood, met with prejudice for their ability to shapeshift. Though it was never openly spoken, suspicion tainted their existence and deemed them to be untrustworthy. Taking in Scarlett was a risk, but Pierre resolved to be different. He brought her back to the Doran Woodlands, discussing the new responsibility with his wife, Charlotte—known as Lottie to those in their little community. Initially reluctant, she struggled with the pain of their own loss. Their son Arthur who passed from joining the rebellion. Yet as they nurtured Scarlett back to health, they came to see her not as a replacement but as a chance for healing.

A Child Who Rises

Scarlett grew up in a mixed community of halflings and humans. Their strong sense of belonging shaped her, but despite the warmth surrounding her, a sense of lost identity lingered within. Unbeknownst to her, she displayed many of her mother’s traits—her poise, her ability to connect with others, and even a lighthearted mischief that seemed to dance in her eyes. Pierre often saw her mother in the girl and, though rather painful, had a sense of pride. Relieved he and Lottie were raising her to be the kind of woman her mother was.

As she matured, Scarlett proved to be an adept huntress, showcasing her agility and hawk-like precision. Definitely when the Bone Edge festival came around and would partake in the festivities. Yet, whispers began to circulate in the community, with some expressing concerns about her ruthlessness in the hunt. They deemed her savage, lacking the compassion they were taught to embody in their relationship with nature. Pierre had anticipated this day; he understood that Scarlett was different, unable to connect with the wild as they did.

Overhearing the murmurs, Scarlett felt the weight of expectation pressing down on her. She didn’t want to burden Pierre and Lottie, who had given her everything. On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, she resolved to leave for Kidem to enter the Magical Institute in the West. There, she hoped to prove herself not only to her community but also to the girl she was still discovering. It was time to embark on a journey of self-discovery, a quest to reclaim her lost identity. To find out why her birth parents were searching for these documents.

A Child Who Learns

In Kidem, Scarlett felt more alive here and was able to use her changeling abilities without feeling she was causing trouble for her family. In the Doran Woodlands she felt the need to hide who she was, but she was done hiding and began to give the people here a taste of this new version of Scarlett. Not wanting to burden her adoptive parents she took on the surname Leonhardt, a reminder of the tavern named Lion Heart back home. At the institute she was proving to be much more promising and worked hard on her abilities, taking great interest in transmutation magic that dealt with the properties with metal and other materials. Her Professors understood her promise, but they worried over her naivete. It was her childish behavior that they constantly questioned despite how well inept she was with magic. Scarlett could feel that weight of expectation from her professors and wondered if coming here was worth anything. She came here to find answers. Not to have people tell her to have a promising student she can be.

Three years at the academy and her search was only so limited to the archives the students were only able to access. Everything was hidden behind the academy’s own version of their doors sealing the more unattainable ones. The ones that only a certain few can see. Scarlett knew using her racial abilities to shapeshift into one of her most trusted professors to sneak in was a risk. It was one she took without a second thought. She needed answers. Luckily, she was able to find the scrolls and documents she needed. Only it came at the cost of her role as a student, expelling her from the institute. She would have gotten away with the whole thing, if only a passing student had kept their business to themselves. On the day she was gathering her belongings to head home, she found a letter on her bed. It seemed that her mischievous and rebellious act caught the attention of the Seal.

The Seal

She had only read about the mysteries of the Seal. To be recruited by them should feel like an honor, only she felt something else. Opportunity. Something within her whispered to take this with caution. The Seal was a harbinger of secrets and so was Scarlett. This raised a new question to the changeling woman that never occured to her until now. Were her birth parents really scholars or did they possibly work for the Seal?

Whatever it may be she will find out the truth. First, she must prove herself to them. Thus began her journey as a member.

extra

Enemy

Imagine Dragons ft. JID

connections

misc.

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connections

Pierre Lightfoot

A kind hobbit man. He enjoys the simpler things in life and always has. He is the proud owner of the tavern Lion Heart, but mainly stays home letting his wife run it. He was a scholar before settling down and was great friends with Aurora, Scarlett's birth mother. While many feel he is too passive in demeanor certainly haven't met his wife, Lottie. Scarlett often calls him Papa Pierre, warming his frail heart from the pain he feels of losing his previous child Arthur.

Lottie Lightfoot

A woman as fiery as a phoenix and roar as great as a lion. Charlotte, or Lottie, is well-known for her fiercer demeanor in the community. She runs the tavern Lion heart with a great amount of pride and is well respected for how grounded she is. Unlike her husband, she likes the challenges life tends to give. Though she has learned to enjoy the little things, especially when they took in Scarlett. She has a pure hatred for politics and blames them for the death of their child, Arthur.

magic.

Magical Level

Intermediate with also magic taken into consideration with her race as a changeling

Magical Equipment

Wide Brimmed Hat — A hat that she wears with magical symbols on the rim that she can change from its original form into metal, making it very lethal when she throws it to enemies if needed.

Playing Cards — Cards that are meant to be just for games are easily turn as a weapon for Scarlett to use. Changing their properties, she is able to manipulate the kinetic energy and use as both a defense/offense system in combat.

Magical Abilities

Transmutation magic — the magical ability to manipulate the properties of a physical object through transmutation. Her more diligent work is working with the physical properties of metals and manipulate energy.

Limitations

— Transmutation starts at point of contact and extends outward

— Larger items take more time to prepare

— Distance, mass, precision, etc., depends on her knowledge and skill
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roxybirdie · Sep 16, 2024

~~roan~~ fennec

req.
#musiclover

role
troublemaker

job
assassin

organization
seal

alias
fennec rune sunshadow

true name
roan asra duskraven

birthday
december 15th

age
30

gender
agender

pronouns
all pronouns

sexuality
omnisexual-omniromantic

marital status
single

social status
peasant

race
changeling

place of birth
al-lotoy

#cerberus

#enfp-t

#chaotic neutral
behind the scenes

disclaimer! roan has two face claims. felix lee is his current disguise; xiao zhan is his true identity.

disguise: fennec

~~roan~~ fennec is an androgynous individual standing at 5'5. as first impressions go, fennec is charming and playful. his infectious smile can light up an entire room. despite his warm disposition, fennec can be downright mischievous.

fennec is agile and light on his feet. as an assassin, he prioritized stealth over brute strength. due to extensive training, fennec developed a lean and athletic physique. however, since he prioritized speed, his muscles are lithe and supple. fennec isn't a heavy hitter who can unleash substantial physical damage. despite his limitation, he learned how to use his short stature to his advantage.

as a half-wood elf, fennec inherited some features from his elven father. for example, his fawny beige complexion is tinted with a warm russet undertone and accentuated with a constellation of freckles. his dark honey brown eyes are highlighted with flecks of cinnamon and golden amber. fennec inherited his father's light blonde hair. however, after a magical accident involving shadow magic, his hair turned into silvery ash blonde. due to his human blood, his pointed ears aren't as prominent as his father's.

visuals

former hair: light blonde

current hair: silver ash blonde

eyes: dark brown

freckles: constellation of stars

pointed ears: half-elf

his hair is soft and velvety like a fennec fox tail. his ash blonde hair is long, spilling down his shoulders in sleek waves. his preferred hairstyle is a messy half up-do with strands framing his face. if he can't find a ribbon, he has a tendency of securing his half up-do with a pair of senbon disguised as chopsticks.

his russet eyes are framed with long thick lashes. with an exception of a few scars, his skin is relatively smooth and unblemished. his left forearm is marked with a lavender tattoo.

like a fennec fox shrouded in mist, black and gold are his bread and butter. as an assassin, fennec favored dark clothing suited for blending in the shadows. however, due to his upbringing, fennec incorporated earthy tones into his wardrobe. his clothes are practical, featuring thick cotton shirts and reinforced leather; textiles suited for his bloody career. since he hailed from doran, his hunter clothes are similar to rangers from his homeland.

fennec doesn't mind masculine or feminine clothing. as long as it's comfortable, he'll wear it.

height
5'5

hair colour
silver ash blonde

eye colour
dark brown

dist. features

his infectious smile is his most striking feature. it can light up an entire room.

his freckles resemble a constellation of stars on his face.

his lavender tattoo is one of his most identifiable features.

body modifications

his earlobes are pierced once.

his left eyebrow is pierced once.

a vertical scar over his right eye; fennec survived a knife to the face. despite the scar, his vision wasn't impaired.

clothing style
practical, stealthy, ranger

true identity: roan

behind their bittersweet disguise, roan is an androgynous individual standing at 6'0. as first impressions go, roan is aloof and intimidating. their eyes are razor sharp, piercing through your soul like an unforgiving dagger. despite their callousness, roan is mischievous and kind. however, their tender nature is reserved for their closest confidants.

like their disguise, roan is agile and light on their feet. as an assassin, they prioritized stealth over brute strength. due to extensive training, roan developed a willowy and athletic physique. however, since they prioritized speed, their muscles are lithe and supple. roan isn't a heavy hitter who can unleash substantial physical damage. despite their limitation, they learned how to use their prominent height to their advantage.

as a changeling, a glimpse of their true appearance is as rare as a precious red diamond. their pale complexion is completely devoid of melanin and colorless like powder snow. their pitch black eyes resemble endless voids with a constellation of stars swirling inside the everlasting depths; their eyes feature no white sclera. their face is sharp and angular with prominent cheekbones and a feral grin. their hair is snow white like their skin. despite their ghostly visage, roan isn't a pureblood changeling. they inherited their father's pointed ears and affinity for shadow magic.

visuals

hair: snow white

former hairstyle: high ponytail

current hairstyle: half up-do

complexion: powder snow

eyes: pitch black: [1], [2], [3], [4]

pointed ears: part-drow

tail: heart-shaped pointed tip: [1], [2]

inspiration: their changeling visage is heavily inspired by yu suffiad from critical role.

their hair is soft and feathery like an albino raven's wing. their snow white hair is long, cascading down their back in sleek waves. their preferred hairstyle is a messy high ponytail with long strands framing their face. their red ribbon is a gift from their late mother. after the death of their best friend, roan switched to a half up-do to honor him.

their voidless eyes are framed with long thick lashes. multiple scars mar their smooth skin. their left forearm is marked with a lavender tattoo.

their tail is long and thin like a tiefling. snow white reptilian scales – the same color as their pale complexion – encompass their devilish tail. the tip is curved into a heart like an incubus.

like a raven cloaked in shadows, black and silver are their bread and butter. as an assassin, roan favored dark clothing suited for blending in the shadows. however, due to their mother's influence, roan incorporated red into their wardrobe. their clothes are practical, featuring thick cotton shirts and reinforced leather; textiles suited for their bloody career. since they hailed from al-lotoy, their hunter clothes are similar to rogues from their homeland.

roan doesn't mind masculine or feminine clothing. as long as it's comfortable, they'll wear it.

height
6'0

hair colour
snow white

eye colour
pitch black

dist. features

their sharp gaze is their most striking feature. it can pierce through your soul.

their wraithlike visage is simultaneously extraordinary and unnerving.

their lavender tattoo is one of their most identifiable features.

body modifications

their earlobes are pierced twice.

three gashes extend from their temple and across their neck, ending near their collarbone; roan survived a bear attack.

multiple whip marks mar their back. the size and thickness of the scars vary.

clothing style
practical, stealthy, rogue
pers.
likes

#direwolves

#full moons

#music

#reading

#sweets

dislikes

#al-lotoy

#cults

#falin empire

#mirrors

#rules

fears

#bears

#being forgotten

#hallucinations
virtues & vices

virtues:

brave

cunning

loyal

perceptive

witty

vices:

deceptive

reckless

stubborn

uncooperative

vengeful

strengths & weaknesses

strengths:

improv – while roan is capable of following a meticulous plan, they prefer plans on the fly; they won't hesitate to improvise.

master of disguise – roan is significantly adaptable. they can alter their appearance and body language to fit a new mask. additionally, they learned how to design and modify their own clothing to further their disguise.

shadow assassin – due to their upbringing, roan is agile and light on their feet. after they unlocked their shadow magic, they became exceptionally stealthy.

weaknesses:

chaotic neutral – true to their nature, roan followed their own whims; they operate out of self-interest. due to their wild nature, roan is impulsive and uncooperative; they don't listen to orders and prefer doing things their own way. bribery or blackmail are the best ways to tame the wildcard.

lone wolf – since they're forced to hide their shadow magic during team missions, roan preferred solo missions. because of this, they're not a team player. roan will become a team player later on, but the journey won't be easy.

unstable – losing their ex-lover drove them over the edge; roan went half-insane with grief. due to their unhinged nature, roan is exceptionally reckless. deep down, they lost their will to live.

overview

on the surface, roan is astute, meticulous, and resourceful. before they joined seal, roan enrolled in eastern magical institute of kidem and studied dark magic and runes for eight years. despite their rebellious spirit, roan was one of the top students of their class. before they ascended to master level, roan was expelled; they never learned a secondary element. ignoring the setback, roan is exceptionally hardworking and strong-willed; they refuse to give up without a fight.

as a changeling, roan is adaptable and cunning. their ingenuity allowed them to alter their entire identity, creating the perfect disguise. due to their upbringing, roan learned how to lie, manipulate, and steal to survive. they won't hesitate to fight dirty. once they joined seal, roan used their skills to their fullest potential.

below the surface, roan is dishonest, insecure, and selfish. after they lost their ex-lover, roan faked their death and altered their entire identity. without their best friend, roan became increasingly difficult to manage. for instance, they refused to listen to anyone; the only exceptions are the keep and guille. however, even they can't control the wildcard. after a certain siren agent discovered their secret, she became the one person they listened to the most; roan is loyal to her first before the seal.

cw for mentions of suicidal ideation.

due to their unstable mental state, roan doesn't care if they die. while the siren blackmailed them into working for her, they willingly became her bodyguard.

deep down, roan is amiable, kindhearted, and mischievous. because of their upbringing, they developed a thick skin. roan hid their kindness behind a cold and intimidating mask; their tender nature is reserved for their closest loved ones. their free-spirited nature made them exceptionally spontaneous and whimsical. however, due to grief, their spontaneity morphed into an unhinged desire for danger; they crave the adrenaline.

while they maintained their disguise for two years, roan failed to emulate their ex-lover's original sunny disposition. most seal agents dismiss the personality change as a result of intense grief.
hist.

#notfennec says . . .

❝

my name is ... fennec. yeah, fennec. fennec sunshadow. I go by fen.

❞

prelude: echo

echo; /ekō/
a sound or series of sounds caused by the reflection of sound waves from a surface back to the listener.

their earliest memory was pure darkness and biting cold. as a child of the catacombs – the underground labyrinth beneath al-lotoy – their given name represented their first sound; a baby's wail. it marked the beginning of their journey.

ch. 1: fight, little wolf, fight

childhood; /chīl(d),(h)ŏŏd/
the period during which a person is a child.

al-lotoy was a cruel and unforgiving fortress. unlike the bustling ports of kidem or the bountiful forests of doran, al-lotoy was a secretive society built on blood and sacrifice. before their sixth nameday, echo learned how to wield a pocket knife and fight dirty.

like all children of al-lotoy, echo learned shadow speech before they were taught common.

at a young age, echo was indoctrinated into the thieves guild. with all the propaganda shoved down their throat, echo grew up hating the falin empire. surrounded by the overwhelming stench of death, it was survival of the fittest; weakness was never an option.

growing up, echo climbed through the ranks. they learned how to lie, manipulate, and steal to survive. due to their changeling nature, echo was extremely adaptable; a master of disguise. at one point, echo was recognized as the best pickpocket of al-lotoy. however, despite their numerous contributions, echo was a wild card. for instance, instead of listening to orders, they preferred to do things their own way.

cw for implied child abuse and whipping.

because of their insolence, echo was severely punished. for example, every time they failed a direct order, they earned a lashing. if they challenged their superior or the guild, it warranted another lashing. eventually, their back was covered in multiple scars. however, it didn't diminish their rebellious spirit.

ch. 2: bite, little wolf, bite

adolescence; /adlˈes(ə)ns/
the period following the onset of puberty during which a young person develops from a child into an adult.

before they joined the thieves guild, echo lived in the catacombs with their mother. as a changeling, she taught them how to unlock and harness their shapeshifting abilities. despite the skeletons in her closet, she never wanted her child to join the guild. her stories about the outside world marked the beginning of their rebellious spirit.

due to their changeling nature, echo never had a choice; they were a valuable asset to the guild.

after an ambush – they were part of a dangerous mission outside the walls – almost killed them, their mother organized an escape route; she wanted to leave al-lotoy for good. unfortunately, her escape plan was discovered. to spare her child from a gruesome fate, she sacrificed her life so echo could escape.

with a map and a bag of gold their mother pilfered, the orphaned thirteen-year-old embarked on an arduous journey to the free lands of emem. a few weeks later, echo entered the doran woodlands. during their first night, echo was attacked by a bear. while they sustained a serious injury, a group of wood elves saved them.

once the elves escorted them back to their village, echo met fennec, a mischievous half-elf with a sunshine smile and a heart of gold.

ch. 3: strike, little wolf, strike

adulthood; /ədəlt,(h)ŏŏd/
the state or condition of being fully grown or mature.

despite their appearance – they took on the form of a half-drow wanderer – and mysterious origin, echo was granted sanctuary in doran. once the close-knit community recognized them as one of their own, echo abandoned their previous identity and embraced a new name: roan asra duskraven.

roan is the name of the wanderer who helped them cross over to the free lands; asra is a reference to their shadowy nature; duskraven was the surname their mother once possessed.

with fennec – their new best friend – by their side, roan adapted to the woodland environment. despite their penchant for chaos, fennec kept them in line; he was the only person they listened to. he taught them how to hunt, fish, and survive in the forest. combined with their experience in al-lotoy, roan became a formidable ranger.

five years later, roan saved a traveling professor from a dangerous pack of direwolves. impressed by their affinity for dark magic and creative use of runes, the professor offered them a place at eastern magical institute of kidem to repay his life debt. after the professor agreed to offer the same deal to their best friend, roan left doran and journeyed to kidem.

despite their wild nature, roan was a diligent student. for instance, they attended classes and excelled at their assignments. encouraged by the professor and their best friend, roan enrolled in the dark magic course with a focus on shadow magic and runes.

after an experiment with dark magic permanently turned his light blonde hair into silvery ash blonde, fennec concluded he lacked the innate talent for shadow magic. he enrolled in the earth magic course with a focus on botany and healing.

unfortunately, since they earned the favor from the head of the dark magic department – and one of the most influential and wealthiest professors in the institute – roan navigated through vicious rumors and attempted sabotage. after surviving al-lotoy, roan developed a thick skin. instead of buckling under the pressure, they persevered.

for eight years, roan studied dark magic and runes. with the aid of their best friend turned lover, roan unlocked their true potential for shadow magic and runes. combining both aspects, roan created a rune capable of traversing the shadow realm. the project ascended them to the master level courses. however, before they had the chance to further their education, roan was framed for murder.

ch. 4: die, little wolf, die

sabotage; /sabə,täzh/
deliberately destroy, damage, or obstruct (something), especially for political or military advantage.

cw for mentions of murder.

before roan completed their eighth year, a student was found dead in the dark magic department. the student, a rich elitist who hated roan, was discovered near a location roan marked with their shadow rune. since the student was caught trying to steal the shadow rune, all signs pointed to roan murdering the student in cold blood. after their hair ribbon was found at the scene of the crime, roan was arrested.

due to the nature of the crime, roan was sentenced to death. however, before they faced a public execution, their lover uncovered the truth and found the real culprit; a teaching assistant – a former apprentice of the professor who sponsored roan – who manipulated the rich elitist into stealing the shadow rune. once he failed, the teaching assistant killed him and framed roan.

unfortunately, since the rich elitist hailed from a prominent family, roan and their lover were expelled from the institute. instead of fighting the expulsion, they left the academy.

ch. 5: wanna entertain us?

insanity; /in'sanədē/
the state of being seriously mentally ill; madness.

a few months later, roan received a mysterious letter.

You know us,
We know you,
Meet us at the city gates at sunrise.

after relocating to kidem, roan heard about seal. students and professors alike gossiped about the infamous letters; it was the hottest topic on campus. however, roan doubted the letters instructed the recipient to meet them at the city gates. despite the dangerous letter, roan listened to the order.

due to the invention of their shadow rune – and their contributions to the dark magic department – roan was recruited by seal. since they refused to part from their lover, fennec joined them.

once they entered seal, roan became an assassin. due to their upbringing, they were familiar with spilling blood. to keep them in line, fennec joined the same field. despite their rebellious spirit, roan was a diligent agent. they respected the pillars, especially keep. while their unpredictable nature – and tendency to ignore orders and do things their own way – earned the ire from bookie, roan was an accomplished assassin and skilled combatant.

cw for mentions of death and murder.

two years in, roan and fennec were part of a mission tasked with locating and dispatching a corrupted duke. while they accomplished their objective, the unexpected arrival of the duke's son ruined their chance to escape unnoticed. once the son summoned reinforcements, they were forced to fight. during their escape, fennec intercepted a fatal blow and sacrificed himself to save roan.

once he died in roan's arms, something inside them snapped.

for the first time in years, roan donned a new mask. when the team returned – roan and fennec weren't the only agents assigned to the mission – to headquarters, a certain troublemaker was missing. with a heavy heart, fennec stepped forward and proclaimed that roan was dead. they sacrificed their life to save him.

in reality, roan faked their death and altered their appearance, claiming their ex-lover's identity as their own.

two years later, roan continued the bittersweet act.

interlude: timeline

time; /tīm/
the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.

birth – 13: born in al-lotoy; escaped at thirteen.
13 - 18: spent five years in doran woodlands; moved to kidem.
18 - 26: studied dark magic and runes for eight years.
3 months later: recruited by seal.
26 - 28: lost their ex-lover; faked their death; new identity.
28 - 30: worked at seal for four years; present day.
misc.
previous identity: half-drow rogue

before they faked their death, roan wore a different mask: a half-drow wanderer who migrated to doran woodlands. their appearance was near identical to their true visage. however, their coloring matched a half-drow, not a changeling.

visuals

hair: raven black

eyes: crimson red

complexion: light dusk purple-grey

pointed ears: half-drow

when roan joined seal, they donned their half-drow identity. due to their secretive nature, only a select few know about their true appearance; the pillars are one of them.

magic level
intermediate

magical institute: before they joined seal, roan enrolled in eastern magical institute of kidem. under their half-drow alias, roan learned about dark magic and runes. they studied at the academia for eight years. however, after the death of a fellow student, roan left the institute. their current magical level is high-intermediate with a specialty in shadow magic and runes. since they never completed their education, roan hasn't reached master level yet. because of this, they never dabbled with a different element.

magical prowess: roan has a lot of magical potential; if they had the chance, they could ascend to master level. however, compared to some of the pillars, roan is weaker in both magical prowess and combat experience.

magic abilities

changeling: as a changeling, roan inherited a few magical abilities: dark vision, fey ancestry, shapeshifting.

dark vision — roan can see in dim light within 60 feet of them as if it were bright light and in darkness as if it were dim light. they can't discern color in darkness, only shades of grey. roan inherited this ability from their half-drow father.

fey ancestry — changelings are fey creatures. due to their fey ancestry, roan is resistant to being charmed. additionally, roan is resistant to magical sleep.

shapeshifting — roan is a shapeshifter. they can change their appearance and voice at will. they can determine the specifics of the changes, including their coloration, hair length, and sex. they can adjust their height and weight, shifting between medium or small humanoids. roan can make themself appear as a member of another race. however, they don't gain additional abilities. for example, if they shapeshifted into a siren with a hypnotic voice, they don't inherit the hypnosis. despite their flexibility, roan can't alter their appearance to a form they never encountered. additionally, their ability is limited to humanoids with the same basic arrangement of limbs as their own. in other words, no giants or half-giants.

dark magic & runes: roan is adept at shadow magic and runes.

shadows: roan can command the shadows like a weapon. for instance, they can solidify shadows and create simple weapons like a dagger or a whip.

runes: roan has a comprehensive understanding of the runic arts. they can create, decipher, and dismantle a different variety of runes. roan specialized in shadow runes; runes connected to dark magic.

the umbra seal: roan created the umbra seal, a special rune capable of connecting to the shadow realm. if they mark a location with their dagger, roan can traverse the shadows and teleport to the location. however, the seal must meet two conditions: roan can't travel through the shadows without visiting the location beforehand since it required a physical rune; roan can't mark the location without their magical dagger. if roan doesn't meet the conditions, they can't use the umbra seal. if the environment doesn't contain shadows, roan can't activate the seal.

magical equipment

magical weapon:

mithril dagger — a dagger with a blade made of pure mithril; a certain academy professor provided the expensive ore. a runic sequence created by roan is carved on the blade. due to the nature of shadow runes, the silvery blade turned into a solid black. the runes glow a shimmery crimson. to activate their shadow travel, roan created the dagger to mark their locations; each mark is a rune similar to the sequence inscribed on the dagger.

magical artifact:

cor lapis amulet — to perfect their disguise, roan obtained a magical amulet infused with earth magic. the amulet featured cor lapis, a magical stone imbued with powerful earth magical properties. the stone is inscribed with an earth runic sequence; the glyphs grant the owner the ability to wield earth magic. however, it doesn't give the owner earth magic. in other words, without the amulet, roan can't perform earth magic. the amulet isn't powerful enough to create catastrophic magic like earthquakes. however, it can perform simpler attacks. due to their deep understanding of runes, roan is capable of wielding the amulet.

other equipment

non-magical weapons:

twin daggers — their primary weapons are daggers.

recurve bow — roan learned how to wield their ex-lover's bow; he used to be an archer before he died.

headcanons

⋆｡°✩ theme song – bones by imagine dragons.
⋆｡°✩ their familiar is a male albino direwolf named reaper.

reaper was a gift from their ex-lover; roan received reaper when he was a pup.

⋆｡°✩ fennec had a familiar, but she died during the mission that costed his life; it was a female peregrine falcon named astrid.

since their disguise originated from doran woodlands, roan was never questioned for "adopting" reaper.

⋆｡°✩ roan is ambidextrous.
⋆｡°✩ if roan had the chance to learn a second element, it would be earth; doran had a positive impact on them.
⋆｡°✩ roan got a matching tattoo with fennec; lavenders were fennec's favorite flower.
⋆｡°✩ roan faked their death and altered their appearance because they don't want fennec to be forgotten. their decision to impersonate their ex-lover was fueled by grief and self-hatred.
⋆｡°✩ according to their mother, their father is a half-drow from the free lands of emem. roan doesn't know his name or location. unbeknownst to them, their father is alive.
⋆｡°✩ fennec identified as nonbinary and used he/they pronouns; roan identified as agender and used all pronouns. under their alias, roan will use he/him; as roan, their main pronouns are they/them.

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q r o w · Sep 16, 2024

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The Driven Vanessa Belmont "Those with the most useful information are the ones in control" Vanessa / Spy / 35-39 / She - Her / Falin / Siren / Pansexual Character Sheet Progress: 100% Accepted?: yes....? Character Status: ALIVE

FC — Sun Zhen Ni

basics

appearance

psyche

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basics

The Driven

Hush

Kroh

full name

Vanessa Belmont

Gender

Cis Female

age

35

Race

Merfolk/Siren
[Modern Variation]

Place of Birth

Falin

Job

Spy
appearance

6'2

127 LBS

Black Hair

Dark Green Eyes

hair style

Her hair is very long, often styled half up - half down. Vanessa gets creative with her hair when she cans and enjoys styling it. A lot can be said about Vanessa, but her having a bad hair day? unheard of. She takes great care of her hair, as it's one of the few things that she has full control over.

physique

Whether its pure genetics, siren blood, or the experimentation she went under; she's tall. Standing at 6'2 makes her quite easy to spot. Especially when her face already pulls in so much attention. More on the soft side compared to many of the muscular members of SEAL. There is of course so muscle structure evident, she's been trained to keep her body in shape after all. However in a contest of physical strength its pretty obvious she isn't winning.

attire

She tailors her attire to the mission or purpose she needs. So it's not unusual to see her in an array of styles. Personally though she does enjoy the comfort of dresses and wearing eye catching outfits. Even if she doesn't do so often unless a mission calls for it. Colors like red and light purple are her signature.
psyche

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough
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Personality

Vanessa is one of the agents that has been raised by SEAL, seen how things are done from a young age. She's observant and a quick learner, always eager to take in new information and use it to her advantage. What she lacks in physical strength she makes up for with a tactful mind. She's great at slipping through the cracks of ones facade and finding out secrets about them, and more than willing to use them for her advantage.

She's known for her charismatic and charming nature, drawing in people quite easy with that unnervingly calm smile of hers. Her siren side definitely gives her an edge when it comes to charming others. She always seems so calm, so content. It's hard to believe it's all in act sometimes. Her heart has long since hardened after the lost of her adoptive parents and it's left a manipulative woman ready to use people to achieve her ambition. No matter the cost. One may her ambition is a good one, but the methods she isn't afraid to use make it hard to see. She's not afraid of using people or blackmailing them even if she hates when it happens to her.

To her, her goal must be achieved. Her spite and drive to achieve it are what keep her moving. It makes her easy to control if you pull the right strings. Vanessa is great at keeping secrets to herself behind her own facade, and it makes her dangerous with how much she may be hiding behind that smile. She's confident and not afraid to show it. Seemingly puts on a god-complex like show to keep others at bay. For what it's worth she's one of the best at what she does, even if she herself knows she isn't untouchable. She's very aware of her limitations and it's why she pulls in people under her wing to fill her gaps. Like forming her own inner circle.

head-canons

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miscellaneous

likes

Daggers, music, butterflies (obviously), learning new things, reading, taking long walks, secrets, bodies of water, learning new skills, sparring, having the upper hand, the color red, spicy food.

dislikes

Believe it or not she hates consuming blood it taste awful, Falin, talking about her past, being blackmailed, false information, traitors, being used, sweets, the color blue, bows, being touched, whistling.

Fears

Failure. Losing her senses. Not completing her goal.

strengths

Intelligent, patient, observant, crafty, gathering information, knowledgeable on poisons and toxins, charming, excels at swimming or fighting underwater, hypnotic voice, sharp freaking teeth and she's not afraid to use them.

weaknesses

Blood lost is her biggest enemy, dry environments wear her out, physically weaker compared to other agents, not good at hand to hand combat, stubborn, petty, a liar, manipulative/hard to trust.
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important milestone

TW for experimentation talk and mention of blood.

Quite frankly Vanessa's child hood is a blur to her. She barely remembers the time before her training at SEAL headquarters. She has however heard the tale of how she was brought in quite often. Her biological parents were what some would call "mad scientist" living in Falin. Their obsession with the saying "knowledge is power" led them on a long, long research journey that turned into blind experimentation. All in the obsession to make some kind of stronger being. Someone with strong innate magic potential. A plan of creating a living being born with unmatched magical potential from birth, a perfect soldier. Plenty of trial and error occurred, and most results weren’t pretty. There was the primary issue of those experimenting on being unable to control or regulate the excess magic. Often this resulted in death. Through trial and error, the methods changed. Until the work of infusing magic into the blood began. It took time, but eventually they had somewhat gotten a process that ‘worked’. Though it wasn't guaranteed each time.

This, Vanessa is told, is what she had undergone. The main couple leading the project used their own unborn child as the next test subject. In a way it did work. Vanessa was born with a large amount of innate power seemingly. A small problem. While she was born with seemingly high magic levels, she was unable to channel magic through normal means. Her body rejected the normal means of magic entirely. Instead her blood had become her medium and the only way she was able to use magic. This is why despite training most of her life, she is pretty much unable to wield traditional magic or elemental abilities like most can.

[Of course the experimentation wasn’t without side effects. Given she must use her own blood to use her ability, she must consume blood to replenish the blood she uses. This was done primarily by blood transfusions when she was younger. Later she learns she can take from targets using her siren/shark like teeth.]

When Vanessa was five, a bunch of SEAL agents raided the place the mad couple had been using. Collecting ot destroying the research while taking out anyone involved in the project. That's when two agents found little Vanessa. She had been been sitting on a table, blood still dripping down her arms as butterflies sprouted. She's often told she had giggled at the butterflies. An odd child from day 1. She is told they brought her in unsure what to do, and when it came down to make a choice they insisted that would care for her under SEAL's watch.

parents

"Io" and "Helios" Aragon

Adoptive parents. Two very talented SEAL agents. Io was a skilled assassin that taught her how to wield poison as a weapon and Helios was a lore keeper that helped hone her talent for gather information. The two weren't romantically involved, more like two very skilled partners that worked best together. A natural synergy. It was quite a shock when they agreed, insisted even, on taking care of the young Vanessa. Despite only being adoptive parents, they were Vanessa's world. When they passed it left her bitter.

childhood

important milestone

Her time at SEAL was, well, just that. Io and Helios weren't the best parents, but Vanessa clung to them all the same. They showed they cared for her, even if they were constantly leaving her in the care of others as they got called away on another long mission. Despite it all, Vanessa became deeply attached with them. She constantly worked hard on honing and improving her skills to show them off whenever her parents returned. It was her cycle. Spending time with the duo, getting handed to other agents to train, and eagerly await the pair's return.

A never ending cycle. Or so Vanessa thought.

Barely 18 when she got the news that the two had perished on a mission. They had kept it vague, not telling her the whole truth. But secrets don't stay secrets long with Vanessa. She used her ability to listen in to different conversations. "Bad intel." "May have been given on purpose. " "A set up" Were only examples of what she heard. Rumors mixed in with the trusth: her parent's were given poor intel causing them to be unprepared and outsmarted by their target.

Vanessa also heard there was a possibility one of the pillars protected the culprit from full punishment.

Ever since she never trusted anyone again. She closed her heart off to anyone. Once SEAL recruited her officially on her 18th birthday, she began her work in earnest. It wasn't hard, after all she had been raised by many SEAL agents. She understood how the work was done and it was hard to treat her as a rookie.

relationship

character name

bleh

adolescence

important milestone

Vanessa has spent her life dedicated to becoming a pillar or finding someway to take over headquarters and change the rules. To ensure nothing like what happened to her parents happened again. She blamed the pillars for letting it happen, and for letting the culprit off so easy. There was once a time she had been much closer to them, but the moment she learned that one of them could have protected the one who caused her parent's death, she closed her heart to them all. They were untrustworthy in her eyes, some more so than others.

She's now been officially working with seal for about 17 years. She has been slowly putting her little plans in motion. Patiently. If there is anything she had, it was time.

relationship

character name

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MAGIC

Special Ability || Blood Butterflies - An ability she has known from childhood. Upon leaving her body, her blood can take on the form of butterflies. These butterflies are connected to her mentally. They are her eyes and ears. Due to training since childhood they can go pretty far from her body and she can make quite a lot at once if she can handle the blood loss. If the butterflies are destroyed before they return to her or she dismisses the connection it will cause backlash on her mind. The pain is equivalent to an extreme migraine.

Side Effect || Blood Lust - A side effect of the experimentation, Vanessa must consume blood to replenish her own that she uses for her ability. This can be by two ways: blood transfusions or by actively drinking it from living beings. The more blood she uses, the more she needs to replenish. The more she needs to replenish the stronger the bloodlust will be, which may make her susceptible to erratic behavior. Though, Vanessa has gotten good control over it throughout the years.

Race Passive | Sirens Call - Her voice is naturally more pleasing to the ear, making her charm and persuasion all the more dangerous. It makes it easier for her to befriend or charm people into seeing her as a non threat. Singing makes the charm a bit stronger, luring people into a sense of near hypnotic confusion or enchantment.

Race Passive | Two Forms - In the right conditions Vanessa can switch between human and siren form. Human form meaning having human legs and siren form being like the modern depiction of sirens; having a tail like the merfolk. Siren form is only advantageous in the water.

Magical Items

A bracelet connected to rings; The rings all have a pointed like tip aimed into her palm so that if she made a fist like shape with her hand they would puncture her skin. It makes quick small wounds that let out enough blood to make a few butterflies while on the move discreetly. The bracelet is attuned to something like healing type magic and accelerates the healing in her hand.

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lostbird · Sep 16, 2024

vesper vedanya

#tba

#amita suman

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the spiteful

#al-latoy

#hetero

#she/her

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anyasjoy · Sep 16, 2024

achilles 'archie' marlowe

# a bleeding heart

# from cathior

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THE BLEEDING

# indecisive lost boy with good intentions

# timothee chalamet

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mi casa · Sep 16, 2024

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#ex errant fleet member

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the prodigy

#assassin

#bisexual

#she/her

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hery · Sep 17, 2024

XIX.
the sun
scroll.

Iron
Woodkid

MIND
NAME: Cresley Hogsweed
NICKNAMES: Cress
AGE: 26
GENDER: Cis-male
RACE: Hobbit
ROLE: The Sun
JOB: Assassin

BODY
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
MISC: Double microdermal piercings on the back of his hands, a remnant of an old cultural tradition. They possess a faint pearlescence.
FACECLAIM: Joshua Sasse
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Strikingly short in stature, the trademark of a hobbit. A bit below 4 feet tall. Hairy arms and legs, as well as a full, nicely-trimmed beard. Frames what is usually an easygoing smile, stretching up Cress' rosy cheeks to meet a clean-cut head of brown hair. Has big, kind eyes, which rarely falter. Almost always has his little shield strapped to his forearm.

SPIRIT
MAGIC LEVEL: Beginner, very limited knowledge.
MAGICAL EQUIPMENT: A shield about the size of a human head that straps to Cress' arm. Accented with magical voidcopper.
MAGICAL ABILITIES:
- Brace: Focus hard and flex, baby! Attuned to the metal embedded in his body, sharp, metal thorns rush out of Cress' skin. They're very pointy.
- Punch: It's like a bullet, unnaturally fast, but not so fast that it's a huge spectacle. But really, it is pretty fast. The heat it generates on Cress' hand can be painful over time, but it also makes a nice hot pack in the icy winter. He has quick hands in general, but the knockout punch famously (or infamously) gets the most attention.

positive

Likes: crab meat, bets, stories, martial arts, beer, authority, compliments
Virtues: optimistic, spirited, well-meaning, dependable, tenacious
Strengths: an iron will, quick reflexes, inspiring confidence, excels at 1v1, adept defensively
Headcanons:
- Little is known about the people who raised him, where they've been, or what became of them.
- Despises the cold and would probably be that guy that gets frostbite first.
- Slightly above average height for a halfling!
- Has been described often by Guill as "annoying".
- Super desensitized to violence. Don't expect hesitation or remorse.
- Hard to catch off guard.
- Secretly yearns to settle down someday in a riverside cottage.

negative

Dislikes: soft beds, hesitation, giving up, tough decisions, whispering, pipe organs, apples
Vices: stubborn, flippant, loyal to a fault, "shoot first, ask questions later", "the end justifies the means"
Weaknesses: can be insensitive toward violence, blinded by loyalty, prioritizes his allies (and his allies alone), struggles offensively outside 1v1, short stature/small shield means he must also rely on agility
Fears:
- Poison
- Killing a friend on accident
- Ghouls/spirits (superstitious)

summary

Cress, by a wide array of definitions, is a soldier. He grew up in a rigid order, and took to the ways of The Seal like a hand to a mitten. At all times, he carries a loose sort of decorum that transcends beyond conventional rules of verbal etiquette. He rarely speaks out of turn, listens to others to understand them, and... has a really, really loud mouth. His voice is fills a room in moments, and it's usually some sort of laughter. He treats many matters lightly, almost never breaking his smile.

Perhaps due to his upbringing, Cress has an unabashed penchant for confrontation, habitually speaking his mind and choosing a battle if needed. He talks with his mouth full and bangs his fist on the wall to punctuate his points, but finds a way to somehow still attempt a respectful impression. Cress' jarring honesty can cause conflict at times, but he means well and makes sure his intentions are known. He doesn't enjoy demeaning others or complaining, making a constant effort to find the positive in situations. All in all, much of his personality stems from how comfortable he is with people, full of humor that gets in the way of his job less often than you'd think.

Cress' flexible morals are justified by his earnest loyalty toward his missions and companions. It's almost morbid how upbeat he can be amidst violence and strife, and it's because he's spent so much time in the center of it all. The harshness of the common man's world cultivates killers, thieves, and liars, not for the enjoyment of it but because its people believe they are necessary evils to succeed. In fact, your average bandit wouldn't call these acts evil at all—nor would they care what evil even is, probably. Cress is living proof that you can be all of those things... and yet still super nice.

PROFICIENCIES

Hand-to-Hand: Though he's not the biggest or the strongest, the metal in Cress' bloodstream allows him to channel and localize it into parts of his body, most often his fists. He throws a hard-hitting punch rivaling the speed of a magic missile, winding his foes while exploiting whatever pressure points he can locate.

Bodyguard: When danger strikes, Cress' small-but-sturdy shield and quick movements help him block both close-up and ranged attacks with ease. His size is misleading; Cress makes a fantastic bodyguard both physically and mentally. In a pinch, he can grow metal thorns reaching the size of his index finger to surprise close-range assailants. They're nowhere near lethal, but it comes in handy.

Climbing: Coming from the mountains, Cress is a skilled climber with plenty of upper-body strength. Somewhat relatedly, he's a slow swimmer.

Halfling Size: Faster, with lighter footsteps, and capable of fitting into tight spaces, sneaking around isn't Cress' favorite activity but it comes fairly naturally to him. The hardest part is getting him to shut his mouth.

HISTORY

The Desert of Abas.

To be Nisai is to adapt to the extreme. Seclusion, tough environments, and tribal tests of resilience mark the life of a denizen of the desert. As time brings all change, the people of Abas could not help but to splinter off and evolve in such a way that prevents the relative unity a big city might possess. There are too many tribes to reliably count, all spread out across one huge, unforgiving landmass. Most are wired to be nomadic deep down, even the ones that settled for good. Keenly aware, resourceful, and ready to move at a moment's notice.

Cress hails from a small village nestled right along one of Mt. Ianis' less-traveled ridges, home to a particularly devout sect of worshippers to the mountain's boons and bounties. With their remote location and wariness toward visitors, it's a wonder The Seal had ever managed to gain so much background on Cress—or it was, until he became more intimately familiar with the organization's vast reach.

What is Voidcopper?

Voidcopper is a metal rarely and exclusively excavated from the depths of Mt. Ianis. It's a deep, rich blue with a faintly iridescent luster. For centuries, the tribe Cress grew up in has braved the mountain's inner tunnels, hauling back the exotic metal to be melted by bits into potent stews and poultices, or cast into tools with strange, unique properties. Over time, as voidcopper accumulates throughout one's body, metal-related phenomena similar to Cress' abilities can manifest. It's an honor to the tribe to accept the metal into one's body, and as far as heavy metals go, it stays in one's bloodstream and organs for quite a long time.

Cress is a more special case in that he's already much smaller in size than the rest of his village, meaning the voidcopper in his body is able to remain in higher concentrations per square inch of flesh. Not only that, but coming from a family of skilled spelunkers, Cress grew up rich off of voidcopper. Naturally, much of the ore extracted from the caves is to be allocated across the whole village, but that isn't to say pocketing some of the precious metal is out of the question.

The Journey Outward

Cress' emigration spurred him to become a part of a larger world, shifting his deep devotion to his people to a massively great cause. It was a dramatic change between his old life in the mountains and the inconceivably complicated world of The Seal. Shepherded by the faith his tribe placed in him, Cress' departure was all-too-secretive but stuffed by the second with well wishes and warm goodbyes.

He's not one to overzealously boast, but of course he was scouted for The Seal. Cress thrives in harsh environments and the thrill of combat, possesses abilities crucial to specialized assassinations, and is... generally... a great talker. But, inwardly, he always knew better than to believe that alone earned him his place. There's always more to one's appointment than a generalized skillset scribbled somewhere.

Cress' village possesses ancient knowledge—specifically about Mt. Ianis and voidcopper—that The Seal needed to access. A danger faces his tribe and his home. All the voidcopper anyone has ever known to be lies within that little tribe's domain, and it doesn't stay in the bloodstream forever. The Seal was persuasive enough to explain why Cress couldn't stay in Mt. Ianis, even if it meant compromising his access to the precious metal that fuels his abilities. So, to Cress, furthering The Seal's goals as quickly and efficiently as possible is synonymous with protecting Mt. Ianis and the sacred voidcopper nestled within.

It's been a few years since Cress' arrival, and the clock is ticking on about a million of The Seal's agendas. Anything he does for his team, his organization, and superiors, he has to trust will lead him to the answers and resolution he seeks, even with the limitations of not being able to know every detail at any given time. Turns out a lot is going on outside that desert mountain of his...

GALLERY

Cresley Hogsweed.

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DeathUnchained · Sep 18, 2024

Name:
Jason "The Sword of the Seal" Elvesh

Gender:
Male
Age:
26
Race:
Half Giant
Role:
The Unbroken

Job:
Assassin
FC:

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Physical description:
Standing at 10 feet tall with a wide and strong build. Jet black hair, but no one had ever really seen his eyes, but they are a deep golden color. Physically imposing in size with a wide frame that carries his body and weight very well. Weighting over 1,530 lbs, but his height and frame carry it well. He has scars all over his body, some burns, some cuts and even a few that looks like rips in his flesh.

Magic
Magic Level:
Master
Magical equipment:
The Greatsword Gungnier
- A sword crafted specifically to withstand his magically enhanced strength. It also acts as an amplifier to his durability. Using his sword gives him a major boost to his durability, which is pretty average compared to his physical ability.
Magical abilities:
Super-Tier Physical Enhancement - Unlike most people who study magic to the master level, Jason preferred to focus on one specific type of magic. He focused specifically on the ability to enhance his body. He decided to forgo any and all other types of magic training. He focused purely on his ability to enhance his own physical prowess, which was already pretty intense. Due to his intense training with this specific type of magic, he is able to enhance his body far beyond what normal people are capable of. This magic makes him capable of completely wiping out an entire room with a single punch. Not only does it increase his durability, but with his years of study and practice with this magic, it also adds a healing Factor. Allowing him to recover from critical damage at an astonishing rate. Wounds that would take people weeks to heal from takes him only a few hours. Normal or small wounds heal in a matter of minutes.

Personality:
Likes:
Jason is a man of hyper fixation. His interests change and very wildly depending on his mood and what's going on in life. One could say that he could find himself interested in many different things at any given time. As such, nailing down one specific thing that he likes is pretty much impossible.
Dislikes:
Jason is a person of freedom. He likes to be free. He has power and skill to ensure he can be free and follow his own path. As such, he hates anything that restricts his freedom. He follows the rules of his choosing, hates people who try to impose unfair rules and completely despises dictators and tyrants. He also hates being pinned down. He like being treated like a tool nor does he like those who use others as tools.

Strengths:
His is strong in every sense of the word. Unbreakable will and determination that few people understand. He is a caring soul, willing to give the shirt off his back for others. He is steadfast and will protect anyone he is charged to protect. A gentle heart and a body built to protect.
Weaknesses:
Because he has such steadfast morals, he can be easy to trick. He has a habit of tanking in order to protect others. His magic heals his body, but it doesn't make him unstoppable, so he gets hurt in his pursuit to protect others.

Virtues:
- The strong must protect the weak.
- Freedom is the right of all those who draw breath.
- Strength is privilege to those who deserve it.
Vices:
- Is a stubborn man. Hard-headed till the end. Once he makes up his mind about something, there is very little anyone can do to change his mind.
- A self sacrificing moron. So willing to throw his own life away for someone else.

Fears:
Jason has only two true fears. The first of being too weak to protect someone who needs him. The second dying alone. He understands that being a Pillar of Strength is important, but his greatest fear is that he will die alone, forgotten to time with no one to mourn him.
Head Canons:
Jason is an animal person and despite his size. So, he keeps an elephant as a pet. The elephants name is Mumbasa and he is just like a massive golden retriever.

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Summary:
Jason is a very strong and capable individual. He is steadfast, good-natured and genuinely concerned about the welfare of other people. Despite his nature, he is a very fragile person. His strength and confidence easily shaken by failure and loss. He thrives off of his ability to protect others, oftentimes forgetting to protect himself. This includes protecting himself mentally, physically and even emotionally. His strength is not only his greatest weapon, but also the greatest weakness he has put on himself.

History:
Jason was born to a human father and a giant mother on the continent of Emem in the city of Kumi. His father was a talented blacksmith that would let him sit in the forge to watch him work. He found such joy watching his father take shapeless metal and turn it into a refined weapon. He took great pride in his father and his mother and took to learning the craft soon in life. However, he also found himself also being drawn to the art of wielding a sword. Seeing those mighty warriors wield such expertly crafted weapons with such refined skill, it was something that sparked his inner drive and his parents took notice.

At the age of 8 his mother found him a giant teacher. Sword fighting was hard at first. Being smaller than a normal giant, he had to adjust the traditional fighting style of the giants, but with work and effort he mastered this style of fighting. He kept his training up, everyday swinging his sword to keep his skills sharp. It wasn't long until his teacher noticed his magic aptitude start to appear. His parents were informed and realized that their son was meant to do something. Meant to be something more than a simple blacksmith. The next week they gave him his beloved pet elephant Mumbasa, packed his bags and tearfully said their goodbyes. His mother left him with a few words. Kneeling down and tearfully speaking "My dear boy, you have been given the gift of strength. You should always use that strength for others. Protect freedom and show the world who you are."

With those words he journeyed to Falin. At 13 years old he enrolled in the First Magical Institute of Falin. He spent years there, but he was looked down upon. Others studied many spells and some even developed secondary elements. Jason preferred to focus in on his Enhancement magic. Most thought this was a waste and put him at a disadvantage, but instead he turned it into a strength. His mastery of Enhancement brought the magic to a whole new level, even developing a healing factor into it. He became so proficient with his Enhancement magic that he didn't need any other type.

He studied at the institute up to his 21st birthday. Despite his magical studies, he never slacked on his sword play. Studying by day and practicing his sword by night. In his spare time he helped at a local orphanage. He would help them and take the children outside the city to play. On one such day there was a terrible incident. A wandering land dragon stumbled upon them. This beast dwarfed Jason and made its prey known. Jason was full of fear. This beast would be a strong fight and he wasn't sure if he could best it. However, he could hear the children crying, hiding behind him in terror and panic. Jason was stuck. He couldn't run and he couldn't leave them behind. The massive beast charged, ready to kill the kids and him along with them. Adrenaline coursed through him. He couldn't let these children die. He just couldn't. He was strong and it was up to him to protect these weak and helpless children. A burst of courage and strength radiated from him. He released a guttural yell as he enhanced himself as much as he could and met the land dragon in a head on collision.

A moment of awe and shock washed over all who were present. Watching this half giant man struggle and fight back against this beast that, by all accounts, should have over powered him. The scaly creature fought and clawed to overtake him, but the steadfast half giant strained and pushed forward as he held the behemoth at bay. The land dragon struggled in his grip, fighting to attack the children Jason was so determined to save.

Jason felt his boots slide in the dirt, he was starting to lose his footing, but he wouldn't lose. He couldn't lose. It was his job, his duty and his goal to make sure not a single child was harmed. He summoned all his strength, enhancing himself to his absolute limit and began to push back. Snarls and roars from the land dragon as his half giant began to push him back. Jason was being sliced and cut, but he refused to stop. Not when the lives of these children were at stake. Step by step he pushed back, struggling and straining with all his might as he fought to protect the weak, just like his parents always wanted him to, until he finally managed to throw the great beast, injuring its leg and forcing it to retreat.

The people cheered, thanking him and offering him gifts as a hero. Later that night he found a letter, telling him to meet them at the City Gate. Intrigued by the letter he went by himself to see what it was about, somehow finding himself being recruited by the Seal. At only a week after turning 21 he joined the Seal and worked his way up. Now at 26 years of age, he is one of the most respected members of the Seal. Now there are even rumors spreading amongst the agents that he may be named a Pillar. Mostly taking on protection jobs and maintaining the status of one of the most powerful members of the Seal in terms of physical power.

Talathel · Sep 18, 2024

Art: BloominStella
PROFILE
NAME...
Zayna, Saphielle
CODE NAME...
Ruby Wraith/Saph
GENDER...
Female
AGE...
Looks 24 (Is 224)
DATE OF BIRTH...
August 13
RACE...
Forest Elf
ROLE...
The Insider
SPECIALTY...
Assassin
Magic Level...
6/10 - Intermediate
Originl...
Falin
Appearance
Trust is not given lightly, it is earned through trials.
height:
5’02” (157.48cm)

hair color:
Ginger Copper

eye color:
Mixture of blue, violet, and green

Saphielle is a lithe lightweight elven princess. She stands at a bit over five feet in height and weighs only a bit under 100 lbs. Her hair is about knee-length and slightly curled and silky in texture. She has copper highlights woven within her hair and her ears are pointed. She has sun-kissed tanned skin with almond-shaped eyes. Her eyes are a stunning trio of colors, starting with a deep azure blue before fading to violet and then a light sage green towards her pupils. She has a circlet of amazonite gemstones and a necklace tat is an amazonite lily flower, her ears are pierced and she wears a set of earrings that are red and blue. Her outfits are navy blue (almost black) and black skirts with slits as well as leggings and a tight-fitted top that is mainly a tank top. She does have a dark green and navy blue embroidered cloak that she wears too - her nickname the Ruby Wraith mainly comes from her copper hair.
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Personality
Bodies and words should be for understanding each other but they’re used to probe one another, wearing each other down.
Saphielle is a bit on the unusual side. She is fiercely protective and loyal of those she cares about. She can be a bit cold and distant as first glance though. Overall, Saph is super kind and sweet-tempered once you get to know her honestly. She is a kindred soul to many. She has a true desire for peace, but when it comes down to it she views the truth behind the royals as a fake lie. Saphielle is honest, and patient to an extent but has some very bad trust issues. Cautious of literally anyone, gaining her trust takes time and patience. She is shy, quiet, and oftentimes nose-deep in a book or enjoying the outside. She is patient and is adaptable. She will just go with the flow most times. She is a motivated elf who will always provide advice when necessary. She isn’t overly outgoing and dislikes any attention whatsoever honestly. She is an optimist and realist mix. She is also known as the 'Ice Princess' - given the nickname after hearing about Lithoniel being her mother (and her nickname being the 'Ice Queen'). Saphielle is cool and collected when you first meet her, giving off the impression of being a composed and elegant elf.

While definitely has some decent bonus sides to her, she is wary in regards to royals. She prefers to help those in need and oftentimes her vigilante work allowed her to really help those common elves under the royal reign. She thinks that her family views her as dead ... not that her family ever really cared about her anyway. She has a hard time trusting others and prefers to work alone overall. When in teams she tends to be the voice of reason and the quiet one. She is exceptionally intelligent and stealthy on her feet - that is the reason she is known as an assassin within the group.
Backstory
We’ll vow to meet again, in a place beyond tonight. But precious places disappear, and not a thing can be done. Collecting emotions with nowhere to go, when is “someday”?
Saphielle was born and raised as a royal. She was considered the heir and empress-to-be of Falin as both of her parents were the emperor and empress. Living as a royal though was not always in the cards for her. Her childhood was filled with studying and training to be the 'perfect' princess, which drove Saphielle nuts. As a young elfling, she was supposed to be treasured... instead, her parents were only focused on the wars they were starting. Even her tutors weren't really trying to teach her - they just wanted to have a backup plan in case the empress died. That's all she was - just a means to an end and really just a body to use for their purposes.

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However, her childhood wasn't without the assassination attempts on her life. She saw the cruelty from her parents and instead straight up had to hide. She couldn't believe her parents would be so cruel and destructive - especially in the fall of Cathior (which she experienced firsthand).

So instead she vowed to take on vigilantism, determined to help those in need and be the princess she truly was. A princess should be helping commoners, helping those in need, and listening to the voices of the people around them. Her vigilante streak also had her take on assassinations as well as helping others - she became known as the Ruby Wraith, a symbol of hope and determination for the majority of the elves in Falin. Her way of fighting was unique in the fact she used a double sword style - and all that was left was a ruby red rose on the window sills of her victims. This gig of hers continued for about 50 years, especially since elves aged a bit more slowly than humans.

Saphielle had to juggle her Vigilante gig and her Institute work - which proved difficult while also hiding her royal identity. She had to keep a very low profile until her assassinations and her work caught the attention of The Seal. Saph got a note one day, mentioning that they knew her and she knew them... which was weird to the girl but she ended up taking the offer provided and decided to meet with the group. Because she may as well right? The elf was recruited by The Seal very quickly and she left the Institute and her shady past behind her.
Relationships
No one’s to blame, and that’s why it’s hard. Lamenting with words with no destination. I just want to share carefree laughs with you, like always.
EMPRESS LITHONIEL ZAYNA
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MOTHER
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Lithoniel is the mother to Saphielle and empress to Falin. She is not very close to her daughter, preferring to focus on the greed and war that she has started. While most assume the Emperor is in charge is the Empress herself. She is cold and has been the one to give the 'Ice Queen' persona down to a T.
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Combat Data
Making sure nothing else can be taken away, my heart will beat here constantly. Within a night when everything is cast away, I want to keep dreaming, as always.
Magical And Racial Abilities
001. Data Entry One: Nature Magic
Saph is a forest elf, and therefore has an affinity to be able to control and call animals as well as manipulate flora. However, her usage of flora manipulation is severely low as she doesn't have a solid grasp on the concept and prefers to use her swords for her assassination missions overall. Her swords are her life. With animal communication, Saphielle can diplomatically project an idea and encourage an animal to willingly follow her commands but she can't enforce it. In other words, should an animal not want to fight and instead choose to continue on their way after she asks for help, then that is the way it will be.

Saphielle can use magic, she chooses to not fully enforce it or rely on it preferring to allow her fighting style do the speaking for her. While using Animal Communication, she tends to zone out - which leaves her in a very vulnerable state and also can cause her energy to be depleted rapidly. She won't be able to use her magic for a good 1-2 hours after using it
002. Data Entry Two: Crescent Diamonds
Whilw Crescent Diamonds are her weapon of choice and she is extremely good with them. It is a matching pair of two blades, one slightly shorter than the other - with a blade that is silvery blue and a hilt that has diamonds in it - giving it the name she decides to call it. These swords also allow her to manipulate her magic through them (but only floral - which is why she doesn't often allow her magic to infuse the blades as it isn't her strongest type of nature magic). These swords never leave her body.
General Knowledge
003. Data Entry: Toxins & Herbs
Saphielle has a wealth of knowledge in herbal toxins and herbal remedies as well. She is, after all, a forest elf. The wilderness is her home and she will use it to every advantage she can. While poisons are not her favorite thing to use, she has no fear of using them to complete a job if necessary.
004. Data Entry: Diplomacy
While it may come as a shock for many, Saphielle is very well-versed in diplomacy. She had to be as a royal of the Falin Kingdom. She is level-headed when needed and her approaches are well-thought out. She uses these types of approaches to get close to her targets and it allows her easier access to complete an assassination mission when needed.
Notes
To keep the lamplight from burning out, I‘ll sing right now, to never let you down. I want to delight, keep thinking ‘bout the future. We’ll vow to meet again, in a place beyond tonight.
001.
Likes: Solitude, Quiet, Loyalty, Reading, Listening to Music, Hiking

Dislikes: Royals, Bullies, Disrespect, Dishonesty, Messy Deaths, Tight Spaces
002.
Virtues: Loyal, Honest, Compassionate (to those she knows), Intelligent, Responsible
Vices: Close-minded, Cautious, Quiet, Shy, Independent, Protective (of those she cares about), Stubborn, Narrow-minded, Impatient, and Perfectionist
003.
Fears: Claustrophobia (look at dislikes), Arachnophobia

Strengths: Diplomacy, Languages, Herbal Knowledge

Weaknesses: Her team (when she is in one), Her Family (a topic you don't want to broach with her honestly), Animals, Blood (it actually kinda makes her disgusted - she only kills because she has to)
004.
Headcanons:
* Loves Animals
* Is super artistic and adores drawing
* Reading a good fantasy book
* Nocturnal mostly (definitely not a day person)
* Has a gorgeous arctic wolf that is constantly by her side (named Eona)
* Hates using a bow
* Hates her family more than anything else in the world
* Saph doesn't know what sleep is (she's an insomniac)
* Saph is violent (unless trying a more diplomatic approach)
* Greets with a nod

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SavannahSmiles · Sep 18, 2024

the unbroken.

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Kasai

Raoul

01.

full name

Kasai Raoul

02.

gender

Male | He/Him

03.

sexuality

Gay

04.

age

Twenty-Five (25)

05.

race

Kitsune

06.

role

The Unbroken

07.

job

Spy

08.

p.o.b.

The Lost Lands

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you are shaking fists and trembling teeth.

i know: you did not mean to be cruel. that does not mean you were kind.
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height

5'5" | 165 cm

weight

125 lbs | 57 kg

hair colour

Black

eye colour

Golden

build

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features

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persona

With quick smiles and a laid-back personality, Kasai comes across as a charming person. He is quick to try and use this charm to defuse situations or calm those that are angered. Kasai is never one to back down from a fight and will meet any in-coming challenge with his head held high. Once he sets his sights on something, hardly anything can deter him from reaching his intended goal. Though his trust is hard-won, once he grows to care for someone he would do whatever it took to keep them safe. He is a stead-fast friend and is quick to jump to the defense of those that he cares for.

There are times when Kasai digs his heels into the sand and refuses to back down, even if it means his own life is at stake. When it concerns the people he cares deeply for, he would toss his own safety aside and rush head-long into danger to try and keep them safe. Often times Kasai gets the urge to press someone's buttons just to see how far he can push them before their patience snaps, especially those that present as cold or distant; he can't help but want to break their icy exterior. His proclivity towards dramatics can also wear on the nerves, a skill he wields with glee. Kasai avoids talking about his problems like it's a game of tag. Instead of confronting his negative emotions in a healthy manner, he simply shoves them down and refuses to address them. This, of course, can lead to his bottle up feelings over-whelming him and causing him to break down.

virtues

Charismatic

Courageous

Determined

Loyal

vices

Stubborn

Reckless

Annoying

Emotionally Repressed

likes

hehe

hehe

dislikes

hehe

hehe

fears

hehe

hehe

strengths

hehe

hehe

weaknesses

hehe

hehe
history

a child of the lost

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misc.

magic

Magic Level: Beginner, has some innate fire magic from his race
Magical equipment: tbd
Magical abilities: Fire creation and manipulation, shapeshifting into a fox with nine tails

headcanons

tba

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lyn. · Sep 18, 2024

the bargain.

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aricia

spy

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01.

full name

aricia belwick

02.

nickname

ari

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poison

there's ghosts in my house, and i can taste blood in my mouth.
basics

name

Aricia Belwick

gender

Cis Female She/Her

age

25

race

elf

role

The Bargain

job

Spy

faceclaim

eleanor tomlinson

Visage

A 5'7 elf with vibrant red hair and blue eyes. Built and raised like a true noble, her curly hair is often pinned up. Her hair only down when she is away from the prying eyes of nobles. Despite the brightness of her hair, her eyes are the most noticeable thing about her. She's gifted with a piercing gaze, only expressive when she wants them to be.

All of this, paired with the thousands of corset dresses in her closet, makes for the perfect outside image of nobility.
persona

Bound by her guilt, Aricia portrays herself as someone annoyingly self-righteous who wants for justice to those in The Seal. Her motivation constantly called into question by herself, a doubt that she truly is able to make change fueled by the words of her family and the mysterious organization she’s a part of.

To those outside of The Seal Aricia is a proud noblewoman. Smart, obedient, and quiet, exactly the way her family wants her to be. To those inside, she’s friendly, enthusiastic, impulsive, and ridiculously stubborn. Aricia loves meeting new people, and in her free time often sneaks out to the docks in disguise and traverses the markets. She's easy to excite, and never hides when she's happy from those around her.

Of course, as friendly and charming as Aricia can be, she is still a result of a noble born spoiled. She can be naive, close-minded, a bit slow to understand others too different from her. This often leads to her saying dumb things and doubling down on it, offending those around her. If made to understand or left to think, Aricia will never hesitate to apologize when she’s wrong. There’s always a lingering fear in her mind, that the friends she’s made will die just like in the past, and she couldn’t stand for it to end with them on bad terms.

Inside everything Aricia chooses to show is a simmering anger, ready to burst but never able to. A temper she had been trained to keep hidden since childhood, a temper she learned to keep quiet since her friend was killed. As good as she is at masking her face, just the words from a spoiled noble can poke holes in her facade. She can act out, albeit in minor ways, drag the mission too far. The only reason her kills as a spy haven’t been brutal is the memory of her father’s face. She hasn’t got in trouble for her temper quite yet, but the day is looming.

Headcanons
- Loves pranks, absolutely hates being pranked.
- Has a tendency to put her foot in her mouth when interacting with someone she wants to be friends with.
- As petty and ridiculous as she can be, even if you are in an argument with her, she will be sure to defend you with her last breath.
- Night Owl, stays up all night trying to make more potions.
- Really wants to learn to use a sword, just for fun. Would likely suck at using a sword.
- She loves flowers, but don’t give her flowers, give her cheese. She loves cheese.

virtues

charming

friendly

curious

enthusiastic

vices

stubborn

spoiled

hot-headed

close-minded

fears

blood

Losing someone she cares about.

Her father.

Failing

Being caught by her family.

likes

wine

cheese

stories

pranks

shopping

giving gifts

dislikes

nobles

blood

brutality

being jumpscared

being pranked

beer

meat pies

strengths

observant - If somethings gone wrong, she can spot it.

convincing - If you need to talk your way out of something or into something, Aricia’s your girl.

acting - Her strongest skill.

basic self defense - A must when you’re in The Seal, she can hold her own, but she is very limited.

potion/poison making - You could almost consider it a hobby, a skill learned from Cece and further honed by Aricias research.

weaknesses

anger - She can mask her anger, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t act on it.

slow - She excels at taking people by surprise, not running or fighting in heavy dresses.

petty - Even inner-conflicts can bleed into her work. If you’re in a fight with her, maybe don’t join her on a mission.

stubborn - She’s good at convincing people of things, but not convincing herself. If you are in the middle of negotiations, just make sure she’s not making the final decisions.
history

Summary

Aricia was raised as the perfect, spoiled child, sheltered from anyone but nobility. When her distant father enrolled her in a magic institute, she met Cece Phera, a girl whose family were born commoners, and rose into the role of nobility. Cece awoke Aricia's need for justice and introduced her to the outside world. Her father, having enough of Aricia's acting out, invited the Phera family over for dinner and killed them in front of her. Aricia pretended to be a good child, and out of guilt began to investigate her father, eventually coming onto information about the seal. She became messy in her pursuits, and The Seal, out of fear that she would expose her secrets, recruited her, and she became a spy.

The Perfect Child

Born and raised in Kidem, Aricia was often described as The People's Child by her family. "The People," being the other nobles she interacted with on the daily. Aricia was the perfect child, gifted with charm that made her fit right in with the rules of high society.

Aricia never asked questions, she enjoyed the attention she got from her family and nobles alike. She enjoyed the luxury and the clothes and the food, every bit a spoiled and sheltered child. Her father, of whom she rarely saw, seeing promise in her, enrolled her in the Magical Institute of the Kidem when she was 15.

Though the school was strictly filled with nobles, it was Aricia’s first time branching out from her family's circle. It was there she met Cece Phera, her family known and shunned for being born on the streets, rising to nobles from pure stubbornness. It was Cece who woke Aricia to the outside world, to injustice and inequality. It was Cece who taught her potions and poison, the very thing that brought the Phera family from commoners to nobles. It was Cece who encouraged Aricia to sneak out, to meet the people of Kidem, to widen her horizons past the walls of her mansion. It was Cece who turned the perfect child into one of naïve justice.

Aricia’s dramatic change in behavior did not go unnoticed by her family. In just a few years at the institute Aricia went from the perfect child to one against everything her family stood for. Any attempt at lectures failed, Aricia was completely changed. Unbeknownst to her, the Belwick family was more than perceived. Instead of a noble family whos’ wealth relied on their ability to trade goods, it was a family ran by a man who she suspects had lost his mind long ago.

The Guilty Vigilante

Having enough of Aricia’s phase, her father invited Cece and her family over for dinner on the pretense of understanding. For once, Aricia was relived. The possibility of their two families working together to bring change in the world brought newfound excitement. Finally, she could mend the bridges of her strained relationship with her family. Finally, they could understand. Unbeknownst to her, she was secretly unenrolled from school.

The result was a night that would stain Aricia’s mind for years to come. Neither her brother nor her mother arrived at the dinner that night. Once everyone was seated, it was a bloodbath. No sympathy was spared as each member of the Phera family fell. A lesson, her father had said. The Phera family was not worth their time, or anyone’s time. The world is as it is for a reason, and it is time she accepted it.

What resulted was not an obedient child, but the act of one. Aricia became a shell of anger. She had sat aside while her friend was killed, and it was something she couldn’t do no longer. She became a vigilante, one who not only worked in the shadows, but used her name to her advantage. She acted her way into doors, followed rumors the way Cece taught her, and killed those she believed of wrongdoing.

Averse to blood, Aricia took to other means instead. Manipulation, poison, traps, anything to avoid a recollection of that night.

The Seal

What resulted was not an obedient child, but the act of one. Aricia became a shell of anger and guilt, emotions she couldn’t express for fear of what else her father would do if she acted out. Still, she couldn’t sit by and do nothing. So, with Cece’s voice echoing in the back of her mind, Aricia began to snoop.

Acting as the perfect daughter, she spoke to who her father wanted her to speak to, befriended other nobles, and investigated what she could. A foolish, naive thought kept her going, that maybe she could find something damning on her father or the people around her and expose them for who they truly were.

Aricia was sloppy, untrained, and unsure of herself. Her efforts often led to nothing, and it wasn’t until she overheard her father speaking about The Seal. Desperate for a lead, she barrelled head-first into her mission with new vigor, a chance to redeem herself in front of the departed Phera family. She became more aggressive in her pursuits. Averse to blood, she took to other means, Manipulation, poison, traps, anything to avoid a recollection of that night.

In her increasingly hostile pursuit, she ran risk of exposing herself and the secrets she knew. That is, until The Seal found her. With their assistance, Aricia learned how to disguise herself, how to use her skills to her advantage.

Now threeyears into The Seal. Aricia is a spy, living a double life almost too easily. Yet still, even now an anger towards her family simmers under the surface.
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Aldor Belwick

Aricias father, a looming shadow over the Belwick mansion. Aricia rarely saw her father growing up, and he only gained interest in her after he found a use for her. Now, he keeps his distance, only calling for her when her charm is needed for meetings with business partners. His appearances at family dinners are minimal, only when he wants something. Aricia dreads the days she sees him. If you ever see her and she’s in a bad mood, she’s likely met with her father that morning.

Enwel Belwick

Aricias mother, a woman she describes as spineless and unmotivated. She seems unbothered by the crazy things Aldor does, only by his absence by his bedside. Aricias closeness to her ended once she enrolled in school, and they’ve never been able to reunite since. Instead, she blames her mother for not warning her of Aldors plans, and resents her for her lack of a backbone.

Aether Belwick

Aricias younger brother, born five years apart. The two were never close. Raised practically separate from each other for a reason Aricia never understood. They are more acquaintances than siblings. Like her, her brother has mastered the ability to hide his feelings, and the only time she sees him around the house is for dinners, meetings, or to meet with their mother. Aricia has always secretly wanted a close sibling relationship with him, but for fear that he might be just like their father, she stays away.

misc.

Magic Level

Intermediate, trained in Earth Magic while enrolled in school.

Magical Equipment

Poison Dagger -
A beautiful, custom dagger Aricia commissioned from a traveler. When wielded, she can channel her magic through it and coat it with poison to further harm her targets. The type of poison varies, and Aricia tends to coat it in paralysis toxins or hemotoxins, as they are the easiest to conjure without needing too much focus. If she were to summon any other advanced poisons, she would need time to focus and would be vulnerable. Additionally, the more time Aricia has to use her magic on the dagger, the stronger the toxin becomes.

Poisons/Potions -
Taught by Cece and further honed by research, Aricia has learned to make poisons and potions alike with herbs and her own magic. Though her expertise lies in poisons, she knows how to make a few minor potions, such as a sleeping potion, night-vision, water-breathing, and even more mischievous ones, like a potion that can temporarily change your skin color.
The potions Cece can make are limited by her resources, and she often uses them towards making more difficult poisons she cannot summon with just her magic. This includes hallucinogens, cardiotoxins, and more. Cece keeps what potions and toxins she needs hidden in vials in her corset or dress.

Magical Abilities

Basic Plant Magic -
A cheap party trick she learned to satisfy her parents. Aricia’s plant magic extends to only the smallest of plants, such as flowers, as she cannot be bothered to practice and strengthen her ability. The most she uses it is as a distraction when entertaining guests, or to rush the growth of a plant or fungi for potions.

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Wyll · Sep 19, 2024

Navon Hara

Full Name: Navon Hara

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Race: Human

Role: The Fire

Job: Assassin

Visage

Height: 6' 2"

Hair: Dark brown, shoulder length, wavy

Eyes: Bright, golden, yellow

Detailed Description:
Navon's build is thin and athletic. He is tall enough that he stands out in a typical crowd, but slender enough that he is able to effortlessly squeeze himself through small spaces. His muscles are lean but dense, packing more of a punch than many would expect upon looking at him. Good posture is clearly not a priority for him, but he still manages to not look like a question mark, only the slightest of slouches evident in his stance.

His body is covered in burn marks and blemishes, random and unnatural dark areas scattered across his body as if fire kissed in the worst of ways. His body is largely devoid of any cuts or slashing marks, but there are a few old ones evident on his face. It doesn't take much to see them - it's one of the first things people notice about him, really - but they are easy to dismiss.

He is known for the tattered and torn red "cape" that he wears around and it is also the one thing that re always refuses to make comments on. Trying to grill him about it also usually ends bad. Besides the cape, he sticks to darker clothing, enjoying being as inconspicuous as possible.

When he speaks, it is with a deep, baritone voice that seems to reverberate in his throat before it makes it way out to you. His pace is quick and sharp, always seeming like he's rushing to or from somewhere.
"The worst fate the world can give you is for you to be dead and not even know it.”
Likes:
- Fidgeting with his Cord
- Orderliness
- The dark
- Training
- Travel
- Music
Dislikes:
- The Imperial Family
- Carelessness
- Know-it-alls
- Surprises
- Burials
Strengths:
- Photographic memory
- Resourcefulness
- Close Combat
- Sixth Sense
- Agility
Weaknesses:
- Photographic memory
- Swimming
- Sacrificial
- Feelings
- Magic
Virtues:
- Dependable
- Disciplined
- Organized
- Caring
- Loyal
Vices:
- Poor communication
- Pessimistic
- Stubborn
- Abrasive
Fears:
- Losing those he cares about
- Being powerless to help
- Drowning
Head Canons:
- He is harsh because he cares
- He is a big softie and doesn't know how to accept gratitude or compliments
- He fidgets with his Cord whenever he is nervous or anxious and uses it to offer up songs to those he's lost
Personality Details:
Navon is some what of a challenge for people to understand. Most people that meet him will testify to his harsh words and seeming inability to be pleased. It would be easy for them to describe him as cold and uncaring, however - in Navon's case - that couldn't be further from the truth. If anything, he is a man that cares too much that has been broken one too many times.

His photographic memory makes it impossible to forget things, no matter how badly he wishes that he could. As a result, he remembers the faces and the final moments of all those he's worked with. He's seen family, neighbors, friends, agents, more people than he'd like to count, lose their lives in more ways than people know exist. And each one of those sticks with him. They changed him.

In hopes that they become better and grow quicker, he is notoriously hard on new recruits. Seemingly permanently displeased with anything they do, no matter how good it is - even if they successfully complete a mission without incident. Even the older recruits are not safe from his chiding, he just does it less because they can typically handle themselves better than the newer recruits. On the rare occasion that you come back from a mission and don't get an earful from Navon, the faintest of smiles can be seen on his face, and he walks away as if he never saw you.

Navon is used to being disliked and ignored for his harsh critiques and has accepted the role of being hated in order to keep others safe. So, on the occasion that someone else expresses any form of gratitude or admiration toward him, the feeling is foreign to him and not something he knows how to process. It is something he appreciates but doesn't know how best to express that and so is stuck between smiling and crying.

Whatever the case, whether you like him or not, if you're on mission with him, Navon will do everything in his power to bring you back alive and unharmed, many times putting himself in harm's way in order to protect you. Navon takes pride in knowing that it has been years since someone died on mission with him, but doesn't expect any sympathy or gratitude. He is simply doing what he wishes he could have done for others before it was too late.
Please read "Key Events" for the TLDR of Navon's backstory
Key Events:
1. Childhood: Spent a lot of time learning about his people: their culture, their history, their traditions and it broke his heart to see that so much of that had been destroyed by Falin. He saw the sorrow on his parent's faces and wanted to do something to help.
2. Teen years: He started a rebellion to push back against Falin. Over time, he got too bold and the rebellion grew too much that Falin started to push back. He tried to surrender himself for the peace of his people but that only ended in a bloodbath of a fight where he lost all his friends in a matter of minutes. He was taken to prison in Falin and, soon after, recruited by The Seal.
3. Young adulthood: He is an agent now and he learns quick. His photographic memory allows him to replay things he's seen, breaking it down piece by piece until he's able to do it as well. It also helps him keep track of the missions he's been on, remembering everything that went right and what went wrong and use that to make him better in missions going forward.
Diagnosis: Walking, talking and breathing broken heart
History:
Cathior had been so deeply impacted by the invasion of Falin that, by the time Navon was born, even though he hadn't lived through the invasion, he still felt the impact it. He knew his culture, he knew his tradition, he knew that the Night Cries of his people were meant to be a thing of hope and joy. However, he saw no trace of hope, nor joy on his parent's faces. "We cry and cry, but they go unheard...yet we cry still, because maybe someone will hear them one day." they would say. He admired his parent's faith and strength, their death grip on hope, refusing to let it go. He wanted to let them know that he heard their cries, that he was listening.

As he grew in strength and speed and intellect, he decided it was time to push back against Falin. He and some of the other kids he'd gotten to know and he knew could take care of themselves in a fight formed a little rebellion. They wouldn't do anything too dangerous - at least not at the start. It was as simple as hijacking transports, burning supplies, opening stable doors...minor inconveniences that presented a thorn in the side of the Falin soldiers that had stationed themselves in the area.

His parents were smart enough to know what their son was doing. They were proud of him for standing up for his people, yet couldn't help but be worried about their son's safety. They'd warn him to be careful, warn him to play it safe. His father even gave Navon his cord, tying it around his son's arm. "It will keep you safe. Our People will always be with you. They will be your strength."

For the most part, Navon listened to his parents' warnings. However, he was emboldened by the success their little "missions" were having and so they started to get a little more radical. They started setting fire to buildings that Falin soldiers and nobles were in, sending clear messages that Falin wasn't welcome in Cathior. They were quick enough to do it without getting caught, so it wasn't a problem...until one of them slipped and fell into the building as it was burning down. There was too much fire and not enough time. That was the first day Navon saw...heard...smelt...someone die. And it didn't get much better from there.

Falin started fighting back, sending more troops into Cathior to contain the rebellion. What started out as a small rebellion, gradually turned into a conflict and, before long, was shaping up to be a war. Navon's parents begged him to stop. Cathior had seen enough war. The Night Cries were quieter these days. He knew he was doing more harm than good. He also knew that Falin wouldn't stop if the rebellion just stopped acting. They'd keep the soldiers in the city, keep up the pressure thinking the rebellion was just waiting for them to leave. He only had one option. He went to turn himself in to the soldiers and he explained that he was the leader of the rebellion. That he'd stop if they promised peace for his people. The soldiers were surprised that a teenager had been the thorn in their side this whole time. Perhaps they could take him to Falin and find better uses for him.

As they dragged him away, the other rebels poured out onto the streets, seemingly coming from the woodwork. They charged at the soldiers, demanding Navon's freedom. Navon tried to stop them, but they were beyond words. In the fight that ensued, Navon watched as his friends were cut down, slaughtered, tossed to the side. He screamed, cried, pleaded for mercy, so much so that his throat went hoarse and he coughed up blood because his throat was so raw. The fight didn't last five minutes, but the scene would play itself in his mind for eternity. He'd done this. His overconfidence. His stubbornness. His foolishness. This was his fault. He couldn't speak and tears blurred his vision. He clutched the Cord that his father had given him, hoping to find some solace in it.

He was taken to Falin and thrown in a cell while the leaders decided what to do with him. He had been left there with nothing but the endless movie of his friends being slaughtered before his eyes and him powerless to help. On the third day, however, he was awoken to the sound of squeaky metal. As he sat up, he noticed that there was a letter in front of him. But, more peculiar, was the fact that his cell door was now open. Hesitantly, he picked up the letter to read it.

You know us.

We know you.

Meet us at the city gates at sunrise.

His heart stuttered, almost forgetting how to function. He peeked his head out into the hallway and saw a guards strewn about. It looked like there had been a whole battle and somehow not a sound had been made. He crept through the hallways, still unsure, but the path had been cleared for him all the way out the castle. Once the sunlight hit him, the realisation of his freedom set in and he started running. He was going to take this change and make the most of it. He hid until the next morning, and at sunrise, he saw two people seem to...appear out of thin air at the gate. That was the start of his life within The Seal.
Magic Level:
Beginner Level

Magical Equipment:
Chain Lightning: A set of two daggers, one straight and one curved to allow for varied styles of attack. They serve as conduits for his storm magic, allowing him to send electricity through them. This allows him to add a shock effect to every strike he lands with there daggers.
Additionally, they also function similar to Tesla coils, such that he is able to create a sizzling hot arc of electricity between these two dagger that gets hot enough to burn through most things (though the time it takes to burn through something is entirely dependent on the density of that thing).

Magical Abilities:
Light Speed: While not actually allowing him to travel at light speed, or anywhere close to it, he is able to channel lightning through his body that allows him to move significantly quicker, enough to be compared to a modern day car.

Reflex: When already imbued with lightning and using Light Speed, he is able to perform a last second dodge from incoming danger, moving fast enough to create a lightning-based after image that can stun the attacker. For this to work, he needs to know the danger is there (it does not activate automatically) and there is a significant cooldown required lest his body overheat from channeling too much lightning.

CloudySkyLoftyMoon · Sep 25, 2024

Basics

Name: Îstoire
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Race: Merfolk
Role: The Glutton
Job: Lorekeeper
FC (if available): Soon*
Physical description: “My mother was a Betta; my father a Thresher.” Ever had a question about Îstoire’s looks? Then that was the answer: a single statement spoken with a surety that implied it was both self-evident and self-explanatory. And wasn’t it?

As with most merfolk, below the waist Îstoire is a fishious picture of vibrant scales and sweeping curtains of fins—six in total, billowy and scintillating—clearly a mark of his Betta heritage. The thresher part? A closer inspection of his fins, looking beyond brilliant blues, reveals a truly spectacular length of tailfin—at least three feet, if not four.

Magic

TL; DR - Animation Magic works like telekinesis but objects you control need to receive their instructions in advance.

Magic Level: Intermediate – Animation Magic

Magical equipment: N/A

Magical abilities: Animate – A spell that cast on inanimate objects that takes two parts; first, instructions for the object to perform; second, magic to fuel the accomplishment of these instructions.

The cost of this spell varies with several factors, most notably: complexity, the more complex the task the more magic is required to execute it; size, the larger or heavier the object being animated, the more magic is needed to give it ‘life’; precision, the greater the precision of instructions, the more one can save on magic.

For the above reasons, Îstoire’s preferred way to use Animation is on small objects like cutlery and chinaware and for more general tasks, small dolls or stuffed animals which don’t take much to move.

Personality

Likes

Reading, especially rare books or forbidden knowledge; ~~gossip~~
Clever Folk
Saltwater Ponds

Dislikes

Deserts; Desserts

Strengths

Well-Read & Well-Traveled; Knowledgeable

Weaknesses

Bit of a theorist; understands things in theory which may not necessarily reflect the reality

Virtues

Diligent
Open minded; amenable to challenges to his way of thinking or different opinions

Vices

Hedonistic
Elitist: a lifetime of education in a ‘higher’ station of life has ingrained a tendency to believe he knows better than those he’d consider less ‘educated’

Fears

Inadvertently harming hundreds if not thousands with a poorly thought-out decision

Head canons

Loves to chat gossip with the spies
Secretly organizes wild parties

Summary

Îstoire is a man of principles and pleasure in equal measure; just as likely to be found buried in a book or buried in a bottle.

History

The seas of Tainam play home to more than just the Errant Fleet; while spartan Fleet may rule the waves with martial might, beneath the waters, merchant republics of merfolk and water elementals are the lifeblood of inter-continental trade.

Republic is a strong word to define the loose consortiums of Trade Companies and Ocean Caravans bound and maintained by mutual benefits; and those who threaten the lives and livelihoods of these maritime peoples will soon find the sea to be a hostile environment—even other Mer-Clans, or rather, especially other Mer-Clans.

With few other races able to live beneath the waves, it should be no surprise that the greatest rival of the Merfolk is...other Merfolk. Whether for the rights to monopolize lucrative trade routes or seize affluent positions on the Mer-Council, Mer-Clans are always jostling against one another.

For the Mer-Clan Republics the age-old adage rang truer than most, ‘We have no eternal friends, and no perpetual enemies. Our interests are eternal and perpetual, and those interests it is our duty to follow.’

In these less-than-friendly waters, Îstoire grew as the second son of a caravan clan. With neither coin nor strength of numbers to secure themselves a seat on the republican councils nor dominate trade in any sector of the sea, his family swam from shore to shore, fingers to the pulse of the market, flipping goods for profit.

At their level, the power struggles of high society were a distant affair. They eked out a meagre existence. It wasn’t much, but it was honest work.

Born a spare, not an heir, Îstoire was never expected to succeed as Caravan head. The years elapsed and for better or worse, his elder brother remained in good health and, more importantly, their father’s good graces. But where one path closed, another was opened. What profits the caravan did make, paired with his father’s merchant connections, paved the way for Îstoire’s entry into the academy of the twin cities, Kehinde & Taiwo.

Îstoire took to the academy with great gusto; it was fresh, liberating, rejuvenating. The twin cities were known for their merchant culture and as the second son of a merchant caravan, Îstoire fit right in. Outsiders believed the Twin Cities were chock-full of black hearted capitalists: people guided only by the opportunity for the next quick buck.

That couldn’t be further from the truth! The simple fact of the matter was that there was purpose and satisfaction to be found in a career; a good career, a meaningful career, a career by which you carved out your own life with your own hands. There was a special fruit, a taste of bliss harvested after a sowing of grit and toil.

In the academy Îstoire came to understand that principle, that way of life; nothing ventured, nothing gained. Independence, purpose, and most of all, fulfilment, were available to anyone willing to add a bit of elbow grease. Îstoire chased his curiosities; history became a favoring, the future unraveled itself as one became more familiar with the past.

Wanted to know how Falin rose to dominate the continent? The answer could be found 20 years prior on a horse ranch somewhere—well, that and a thousand other reasons; but, fact of the matter was, an answer could be found. And it wasn’t just history: economics, culture, language, it was all subtly connected in ways that would boggle the mind.

Unfortunately, Îstoire couldn’t obsess endlessly over his curiosities. He still had to cook and clean and go about all the tasks of maintaining the human experience…up until he didn’t. As a student of a Magical Institute, Îstoire naturally learned to harness the arcane power of magic and within it he found the key to free-time—animation magic. The art of imbuing inanimate objects with magical energy and instructions, a sub-skill of magic tool creation.

Îstoire’s preferred golems were stuffed animals programmed to complete relatively simple tasks: retrieve books, boil tea, sweep the floor. Once he’d abstracted away as many of life’s trivial tasks as possible, that’s when academy life really began. He could throw himself entirely into reading and researching and partying! Make no mistake, Îstoire was not a man who buried himself exclusively in his work. Work hard, play hard! He found the sentiment was shared among his fellow students.

Every now and again, people needed a break. This was twice as true for the workaholic residents of the Twin cities who almost accounted for most of the student population. They may not have been the Greatest of the magic academies, but when it was time to cut loose? Hmpf, if they claimed second then who would dare claim first? The Fall Fairy Ball would be whispered of for years to come! The Academy has since banned the possession of more than 5 grams of fairy glitter on campus, but they were still rather proud of that one.

Academy life would’ve continued as such—research and studies, parties and galas, but the heavens had other plans and Îstoire’s life was turned upside down. His family had accepted a trade commission, seemly innocuous but with consequences they couldn’t have possibly imagined. The goods they were supposed to be transporting were marked, not official contraband but they were politically sensitive. Without even knowing they’d been implicated in a scheme that brought them to ruin.

Îstoire hadn’t known. He couldn’t know. He only learned after everything had been said and done. Out of the blue his family was gone, casualties in a conflict they had no business being involved in. Needless to say, for Îstoire, life as he knew it had ended. He hadn’t the money to continue attending the Academy and was forced to drop out.

(OOC: The following is summarized, and I’d like to re-write it at a later time when I’ve got more information on the politics, factions, etc. of the Twin cities and can really show off how I plan to handle Îstoire as a Lorekeeper.)

There at the gates of the Academy, Îstoire swore vengeance on those who saw fit to play games with the lives of others. The lofty genty who condemned others to death with nary a second thought.

With what study he had done at the Academy, it wasn’t hard for Îstoire to find his feet. Even Academy dropouts carried a certain…prestige.

It took time—day and weeks—before Îstoire even knew who his targets were, but once they were identified he put years of Academy training to good use. Slowly, he orchestrated their downfall—researching their history, understanding their circumstances, discerning their motives and objectives. It was only once he’d thoroughly understood his foe that he could lure them to their destruction—plying their enemies, disturbing their allies, painting the pretty little target that would them to the same unknowing destruction that had befallen his family.

And yet, how could any shift in the scales of power go without consequence? As clever as Îstoire believed himself, he had failed to truly consider the consequences of his actions.

In the aftermath of his revenge people suffered; people who had done no harm, people who now scrambled to adjust as the power systems above them sifted and put the squeeze on them.

When Elephants fight, it is the grass that suffers…

Îstoire fell to a state of depression; the shadow of guilt hung over an uncertain future. That’s when he received the Seal’s calling card.

As subtle as he’d tried to be, as hidden as his machinations were, the Seal had sniffed out the tracks and traced them back to him. For a moment, Îstoire despaired. Was this karma? Retribution for his recklessness? And if it were…didn’t he deserve it? Did it even matter?

The Seal may have been the first to sniff out his involvement but there was no guarantee that they would be the last. If death was inevitable then it was better to meet his end at the hands of these ‘righteous’ assassins, no?

Later that night, with a bottle of liquid courage, Îstoire faced his fate…

Shadow · Sep 27, 2024

Full Name Kygo Akainen Pronunciation [Kee-go] Gender Cis-male Age 23 Place of Origin Al-Lotoy Race Human Role The Shadow Job Assassin
Kygo Assassin I < click for info >

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Height
6'0
Hair Color
Black
Eye Color
Ash brown
Physical marks
Scarring on his ears, minor combat scars on his upper arms, hands, and back.
Appearance
Kygo is light-footed and lightly-spoken, tall and fit but not exceptionally so, and he doesn't carry himself with any particular poise. To some extent, Kygo is noticeable in a crowd, either for his ear coverings, unseasonably layered clothing, or his vacant yet dour expression. Without those quirks, he would be a rather average person, with pale skin and dark features that don't set him up as either particularly attractive or memorable.
He has no visible scarring, and clearly takes some care to his appearance, but tends to fade from memory unless someone has direct contact with him.

Of further note is Kygo's clothing style, which always consists of several layers with long sleeves and pants. On occasion, he will also be seen wearing layers of pleated skirts that scrape the ground and hide his rubber-soled boots: he won't remark on it, and ignores anyone who does.
He also appreciates gloves, scarves, and cloth forearm braces and foot wrappings, when he has a chance to be indulgent in his clothing choices. Of course, he adjusts his garments to the demands of his work, but he never wavers on avoiding jingling accessories and covering as much of his body in as much fabric as possible, despite how warm he might get because of it.
Persona
Kygo isn't exactly a pleasant person to be around, with a quiet, brooding aura that barely conceals his affinity for impulsive and bloodthirsty actions. He has an alarmingly short temper and little tolerance for sounds that are uncomfortable to him. Though he has begun to learn the value of walking away, he has often relied on having a vicious reputation to gain compliance from those around him, and he doesn't mind being feared if it will keep people at a safe distance.
Generally, his presence is likely to be unsettling to the common person and worthy of observation to anyone who is trained to be wary of potential threats.

While his habit of speaking rarely and softly can come across as him being shy, it's mainly just another consequence of his sensitivity to sound, as he doesn't like to hear his own voice vibrating in his chest and throat. The only time he raises his voice is when his surroundings are already loud, in which case he is likely to gradually lose his self-control over his speaking volume, along with his temper.
Wearing his earmuffs tends to make him a bit more tame, and he almost never takes them off, but he can get easily overwhelmed, particularly now that he is trying to adjust to life in a more populated area.
He is also forced to function on very little sleep much of the time, which seems to affect his patience more than his reflexes, somehow.

Those who know him best could probably work hard to come up with some positive trait or other to attribute to him, but the best compliment he can usually receive is that he restrained himself from acting violently, and even Kygo is aware that it isn't much of a compliment. Despite all expectations to the contrary, however, Kygo has no difficulty working on a team and tends to become rather passive and obedient when something relies on coordination, so long as the team has a clear authority figure that isn't him. If, by some odd happenstance, he is treated as the authority figure, or if there is contention for leadership, Kygo will likely just walk away.
His tendency to default to violence can make him seem unsavory to his allies, but if his loyalty has been earned, then he will put forth a clear effort to control his temper and avoid lashing out, give or take a few inevitable slip-ups.

To the keen observer, he can seem rather transparent and predictable, since he rarely has the energy to put up facades or conceal when some noise is bothering him. Even a casual passerby would likely note his distant demeanor, the way he's constantly on edge. That has contributed somewhat to his reckless and ruthless attitude, with his assumption being that people are acting maliciously if they choose not to be quieter, and so, it is fair to only ask once and then have no regrets.
Indeed, he usually behaves as if the world is populated by people who, like him, are violent, untrustworthy, and deserving of nothing but a mercifully quick end.
Details
Likes: Silence, being underwater, the sound of the ocean waves, naturally quiet people, most reptiles, the day of Aya's light

Dislikes: There are few things Kygo holds a casual dislike for, since his world is largely limited to the sounds that do or don't rub his nerves raw. Such nuisances include children, high pitched or repetitive sounds, having a cold, and ringing bells. He also dislikes Al-Lotoy and being in wet clothes.

Virtues: A man of few virtues, Kygo can most easily be admired for his precision and determination, especially when one ignores that the result of those traits is usually rapid and efficient murder sprees.
He is often appreciative when someone is kind to him, and that person will instantly earn the best of his behavior, even if he can't bring himself to thank them properly.
Kygo's compliance can be gained fairly easily by leveraging his sound sensitivity against him or offering minor bribes, which has been considered a virtue by many of the people who desired such a talented puppet. Once his allegiance has been gained, it tends to be difficult to sway his loyalty away, unless some effort is made to isolate him from his allies and earn his favor through rather more persuasive gifts or threats.
He is rarely remorseful for his actions, but, deep down, he does still hold a desire to help those whose distress he hears, and maybe someday he'll be able to act on those heroic instincts.

Vices: The record of Kygo's vices could be extensive, if given proper time to articulate them all, but the main cause of his faults is that he is incredibly impulsive and self-centered, and he'll rarely resist the urge to take any action to ease his own discomfort.
Though he might spare some concern for the suffering of others, when it comes to his own hand he has no qualms about exercising complete discretion over who's life is worth sparing or taking. That heartless calculation leads into many of his other flaws, including his distant, irritable temperament and the need to control his environment in excessive detail.
The ease with which Kygo can be predicted and controlled is generally more of a problem than a benefit, and he rarely takes the precaution of questioning the motives of those who try to leverage his abilities for their own purposes. Though he isn't necessarily gullible, his distracted and impulsive nature certainty nudges him toward naivety on such occasions.
Summary
Summary: Kygo is violently impulsive and rather temperamental, but most often, he just appears to be a bit vacant and distracted, as if his attention is elsewhere. Yet, he always moves deliberately and makes as little noise as possible: even his speaking volume rarely goes above a murmur. The average person would be justified in following their instinct to avoid him, but perhaps Kygo is best understood as the sort of enemy that one should know well and keep close.
It is rather easy to discover that Kygo can be pacified by being left alone in a quiet space, and his odd type of loyalty will automatically lend his best behavior to anyone who makes an effort to accommodate his hearing sensitivity. He also appreciates the simplicity in being given orders and following them to the best of his ability, so he makes an effort to tolerate his allies, with only the occasional slip in composure when he is particularly worn out or overwhelmed.
In general, he can be relied on for his skill in fighting and willingness to use it, but his temper requires careful navigation.
Magic Equipment
Earmuffs: Kygo's dark green-blue earmuffs have two low-level enchantments to increase their usefulness.
First, they are charmed to improve their soundproofing capacity through a wind-based buffer that brings his hearing abilities down to a more manageable level.
Second, they have a returnal spell that ensures they will always re-appear in Kygo's left pocket if he ever loses them; however, the spell will break if they are deliberately stolen, in which case he will have to retrieve them for himself. The spell's conditions are also rather specific, so Kygo had to learn to sew and now makes sure any outfit he is wearing has at least one left pocket.

Coat: Similar to the muffs, Kygo has an enchanted coat that offers a low-level soundproofing quality through its absorption-based buffer, which also provides some modest impact protection. He doesn't always wear it, since it is the best full-body protection he has in his wardrobe and he was warned that the enchantment isn't exactly durable, so he is reluctant to overuse it.

Blades: While they aren't magical, Kygo's karambit knives are his most valued possessions, second only to the muffs. He has used many different blades over the years, but his dual knives are easily and comfortably concealed in his sleeves and they provide a close-range yet flexible lethality that he strongly prefers.
Magic Abilities
Magic Level: Beginner

Enhanced Resonance: While Kygo's abilities are most easily recognizable as enhanced hearing, the truth of it is a bit more complex.
In terms of improved hearing abilities over the average human, Kygo has:
- Increased decibel range perception
- Enhanced sound clarity across significant distances and through barriers
- A type of selective hearing that allows for tracking individual sounds to their source

Stemming from the cursed music his parents heard, Kygo was born with an attunement to soundwaves that his brain cannot control or fully process. His whole body can receive and resonate with sound waves, developing an affinity for certain noises after encountering them repeatedly. Unfortunately, that doesn't help him adjust to the sounds of his own heartbeat or breathing, but it can ease his discomfort with external sounds that become familiar.
Since his abilities cause his body and mind to be somewhat at odds, it takes a great deal of concentration for him to pinpoint certain sounds over others, which contributes to the high baseline of irritation he tends to live in. It is particularly difficult for him to live in highly-populated areas, since there isn't really a consistent soundscape that he has a chance to adjust to. The combination of countless quieter noises also tend to cause him more discomfort than a single loud noise.
On that note, Kygo usually reacts to loud noises as if they caused him pain that fades gradually, while continuous auditory chaos puts him in a bad mood that gradually worsens unless he gets a break from it.

Although his ears were initially the strongest source of his hearing abilities, an incident in which he stabbed both his eardrums in a frenzy effectively proved that they weren't the only source of his hearing sensitivity (though his ears have healed remarkably well since then). Still, any sufficiently loud sound can cause debilitating distress to Kygo, and his ears are the most vulnerable target. For that reason, he wears his enchanted earmuffs constantly, even while sleeping.
There is also a certain necessity to his habit of wearing layered and full-coverage clothing, since it helps with sound absorption and reduces the intensity with which his entire body receives sounds.

While Kygo isn't very aware of the nuances of his resonance abilities, he has learned some conditions that make it easier to carry out tracking tasks and overcome certain soundproofing measures.
Firstly, any sounds or voices he has a prior connection to will be easier to identify than unfamiliar sounds, especially at longer distances or muffled behind walls or other barriers.
And secondly, if he has the chance to stakeout a location and adjust to the particular ambient soundscape there, he will have an easier time increasing his resonance with the target sound, hearing it more clearly over time and in spite of some soundproofing efforts that may be made against his presence.
Summary
In Brief: Kygo's parents were historians who sought out and heard a cursed song that was said to corrupt the lives of its listeners. They gradually lost their memories while Kygo's mother was pregnant, and when Kygo was born with a dreadful tendency to scream at all hours, he was abandoned to his own fate.
A woman on the outskirts of the Lost Lands ended up taking him in and raised him until she fell ill, when Kygo turned to the guild in Al-Lotoy for medicine and became indebted to them. He worked for them as a scout and assassin for several years without either fully gaining their trust or earning their wrath, until the death of the woman who raised him. Then, he was assigned to a high-risk spying mission in Falin, where he lost contact with his overseer from the guild.
Alone and overwhelmed, he wound up committing several unplanned murders that garnered the attention of the Seal: who determined that he was, in fact, both a threat to peace and a potential asset.
The Curse
In a village long ago, before communities knew of anyone other than their nearest neighbors, there was a tale for campfires and late nights that spoke of music with the power to corrupt the lives of anyone who heard it. The fate of the First Listeners was said to be worse than death, and the story was preserved as a warning. Over time, the village became a town and its stories traveled further, mixing with the tales of its neighbors until it became mere legend.
Eventually, all that remained of the original tale was the insistence of old sages that listening to the songs of hermits could bring misfortune on an entire bloodline.

Many lifetimes later, a young historian melded her passion for music with her duty to uncover the past, and as soon as she read a record of the cursed song, she went to great lengths to discover the truth of the tale. Though it took her many years of searching, she finally came to the alcove where an ancient hermit lived and, at her persistence, he wrote the music down for her on the promise that she wouldn't play it in the presence of anyone else. When she returned home, her husband, and fellow historian, sat with her to hear the fruits of her labor, and she played the music on the flute that she had grown up loving.
After a while, she fell pregnant, and in the nine months that followed, the couple's memories faded into nothing. They became distant from each other and themselves, and by the time their son was born the man had wandered into the desert, never to return. The woman was soon driven to madness at the loss of her memories, and the endless screaming of her infant son, and she too walked out into the wilds, trying to remember the one thing that might cure her.
Origin
An orphanage in the Lost Lands was burdened with a child who never stopped screaming, who cried and cried with the same voice that had helped to drive his mother fully into madness. For the sake of the other children, Kygo was soon left out on his own where he fell into the mercy of a reclusive woman named Aeluh, who lived in the woods on the fringes of Al-Lotoy. She cared for him throughout his childhood, and taught him their own type of sign language, along with small bits of magic, to help him manage the chaos of sound that made up his world. Though she knew nothing of his past and couldn't explain his hearing abilities, she was the main reason he was able to have a somewhat normal childhood in the wilds on the outskirts of the Lost Lands.

In spite of her efforts, though, Kygo soon encountered the value of violence in a lawless land.

As Kygo's curiosity reached its peak during his early teenage years, he began to venture out into the Lost Lands on his own and quickly learned to rely on his ability to kill instantly and escape unseen, so he wouldn't become the target of retribution for his actions. Nonetheless, a rumor began to spread about a prolific killer who cut their victim's throats, and as an outsider who regularly visited around the times of the murders, he quickly drew suspicion.
Kygo gradually took on Aeluh's reclusive habits again, until she suddenly fell ill, and he was left with few options but to seek help from the thieves' guild in Al-Lotoy. Without the ability to pay, Kygo struck a deal to offer his abilities for their use as a scout, and in return, he continued to live with Aeluh and provide the medical care she needed.
Recruitment
Kygo wasn't with Aeluh when she died, but he was close enough to hear his name from her lips and that convinced him that her death couldn't have been an accident. Yet, when he struggled to persuade his overseer of that fact, tension quickly grew between him and the guild.

Eventually, the guild produced a mission that would take Kygo into Falin to embed himself in the city and report back on any significant information and potential targets he discovered. His overseer brought him to Falin without incident, but one day, the man vanished without a trace and Kygo was left to adapt to living in the capital city as best he could.

Unfortunately, or perhaps luckily, Kygo did not adapt well at all to the cacophonous backdrop of sounds in Falin, and soon lost any ability to navigate each day without several instances of bloodshed. This drew the attention of authorities in the city, and eventually, the Seal, who had reason to be intrigued, and perhaps concerned, by his ability to kill frequently and escape unnoticed. When he received a letter requesting his presence at the city gates, he half expected to find his overseer from the guild, but was instead relieved by an offer of purpose and escape from the hell he had found himself in.
Five months later, he is still a fledgling recruit for the Seal and is only just beginning to learn his place among them.
Summary
Strengths:
Speed - Kygo's expertise lies in ending fights quickly, and he is adept at doing so even against multiple opponents. He trained heavily in speed and endurance, and his years of fighting experience can give him an upper hand against most unprepared opponents. That experience also contributes to his flexibility and confidence when in combat, and few things can rattle him or get him off kilter once he is engaged in a fight.
Facing off against a challenging opponent brings out the best and worst of Kygo's stubbornness, and he is rarely willing to back down or even change his strategy if his enemy has gained his interest.

Hearing/Resonance - Despite being one of his biggest weaknesses, Kygo's hearing is also a natural strength when he utilizes it to its full capacity. With proper focus, Kygo can track his opponent's stress and exhaustion levels by the sound of their pulse and breathing, and easily moves to take the advantage when he senses a mistake from them. He also draws on audio cues from the environment to react quickly and often seeks to use his surroundings to his advantage.

Tracking - Outside of combat, Kygo's enhanced hearing can offer an advantage in tracking down people or information that would otherwise be inaccessible. It requires a significant amount of focus for him to pinpoint specific sounds so precisely, so it is a skill he rarely deploys when his safety may be at risk. He particularly struggles to switch from eavesdropping to combat, and multitasking is similarly out of the question when he is tracking a specific sound.
However, the range and precision of his hearing can be uniquely helpful, and he (secretly) takes some pride in being useful for something other than his skills in murder.

Stealth - Kygo's assassination style focuses mainly on going unnoticed in the shadows before striking, with nighttime missions particularly suiting his abilities and preferences. When he is aiming for stealth, he can exert remarkable control over his heartrate and breathing that allows him to avoid detection until the last possible moment before he strikes. Given the effort it takes to focus and ignore irrelevant sounds on such covert assassinations, he tends to have a strong preference for working independently in those instances.

Weaknesses:
Sound sensitivity - Kygo's hypersensitivity to sound is his most obvious and easily exploited weakness. While he doesn't see much point in trying to hide his enhanced hearing, an ambitious enemy would even be able to find fairly accessible information about the sounds that get under Kygo's skin the most. These include high-pitched scraping or squeaking, constant or intermittent thudding, wet or squishy sounds, and any noises associated with people being sick (particularly sneezing and retching).
To Kygo's frustration, he can be impaired by sounds that are external to a fight, so if he knows a high-volume mission is coming up he'll do whatever he can to prepare and go in with peak focus.

Impatience - Prolonged fights are likely to be Kygo's next biggest weakness, since the increased pulse and breathing of himself and his opponent become grueling on his nerves. It isn't necessarily an issue of physical stamina, rather his concentration slowly worsens until he begins to make mistakes and eventually, develops a certain level of desperation to get the fight over with. Similarly, if his opponent can get him irritated, flustered, or overwhelmed by noises in other ways, his composure and precision are the first to vanish.

Tactics - Kygo has a rather simple and direct fighting style, keeping his posture low and relentlessly charging for his opponent's throat. While his determination and speed often justify the value of this approach, a strategic opponent is likely to recognize what he is targeting and find ways to outmaneuver him, if he gives them enough time to think.

People - Finally, anything concerning "people skills" will immediately undermine his confidence, as he does not enjoy negotiating, socializing, or witnessing emotions. While he can be ordered to carry out a mission involving those things anyway (in which case, he will still give it his best effort), he is hardly the best person to rely on in those situations.

Fears:
~ Kygo has an existential fear of the ocean and won't set foot in any body of water that isn't small or clear enough to fully see to its depths.
~ Losing his earmuffs is one of the worst scenarios Kygo has encountered, driving him to keep multiple spare cloth wrappings on his person at all times. Few things cause him to react faster than something touching or shifting his muffs unexpectedly.
~ Being stuck in any situation with overwhelming sounds and no escape repeatedly surfaces in his nightmares, and many of his habits and combat tactics are focused on opening escape routes as compensation for this fear.
~ Most embarrassingly of all, Kygo fears, or perhaps expects, that he will be a disappointment to his childhood caregiver, Aeluh. Every person he intimidates and harms, intentionally or not, seems to act as proof that he is not the person she wanted him to become, and he doesn't do much of anything to ease this fear for himself: perhaps, out of the hope that this fear will drive him to act heroically one day.
Headcannons
[1] In relation to his fear of the ocean: When Kygo was younger, Aeluh took him on a trip to the seaside for a few days as a rare treat. On the third day, he was just beginning to get adventurous and swam out further than he had on the previous days when he heard the dreadful wail of what must have been a sea monster. While he was a decent swimmer, he panicked and nearly drowned trying to get back to shore, and since then, he refuses to touch water unless it clearly doesn't have anything big and monstrous in it.
However, he does still like swimming and having his head underwater, since it is the most relaxing form of sound distortion he has found so far.

[2] Kygo has a strong preference for baths as opposed to showers, since the cascade of individual water droplets striking different surfaces, including his skin, causes him to get nauseous. While baths are a lot more tolerable to him, he never really likes being less than fully clothed.

[3] Kygo isn't really aware of how his resonance functions, aside from the basic notions of "things are louder to him than to the average person," "some sounds are easier to pinpoint than others," and "some things make it easier to function, others make it harder."
The only specific thing he ever tried to figure out was the difference between his hearing range and the average range of hearing for other humans and races. While his assessment isn't perfectly accurate, he can generally gauge when he is within earshot of others.

- If he suspects that someone's hearing is above or below average, or if he has another reason to be unsure of someone's hearing range, he will wait until they are doing a stationary task and then stalk them, a bit like a cat, gradually sneaking closer while making quiet noises until he is noticed. Step two, of course, is to play it cool and walk away like nothing happened.

[4] Naturally, Kygo doesn't know much about his parents or the music that cursed him: that doesn't really bother him, and he's always been happy to treat the day of Aya's light as an unspoken birthday celebration since Aeluh started the tradition when he was young.
It is an enigma, but the day of light will always find him in a good mood, generous even, with flowers and candles scattered everywhere in his living space. Since he learned to sew, he may even have small gifts to hand out to particularly kind people on that day.
Many of the games Aeluh made up for him are precious secrets he still keeps, but he is surprisingly curious and agreeable about participating in other people's light day traditions.

[5] He does not yet have a pet snake, but if given the opportunity... He may need to read some snake-keeping books from the Library first, though.

[6] Kygo has a strange relationship with music, feeling inexplicably drawn to any melodies he hears while simultaneously being deeply unsettled by it. Few things set him on edge quite like wind instruments, but he will rarely leave in the middle of a song or demand that the musicians stop playing, in spite of himself.

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WillOWispJJ · Oct 5, 2024

kalin

the refugee

full name

Kalin Everett Rochet

job

Lorekeeper

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gender

Cis-Male, He/Him

sexuality

Demisexual-Demipanromantic

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Falin

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hair

Shoulder-length, black, thick, straight hair, dead ends (cuts with his dagger), usually worn in a braided ponytail or regular ponytail.

eyes

Golden yellow iris, sharp almond eyes, double lidded.

height

6'2

weight

201 lbs

build

Medium build. Tall but not incredibly bulky, has some muscle buildup but not much.

skin/features

Darker red skin (#b51807), orange freckles (#d93d09) primarily on his cheeks and arms. Faded scars along his back and hips where he was beaten and starved (more pale red: #f85346).

clothing/equipment

Usually wears a black robe with silver lined cuffs with runic designs on the arms, shoulders, and down the middle of the robe, black pants.
Small curved bone dagger that was used to escape and kill his old "Master".
A silver locket necklace that holds a piece of his parent's horns each.
virtues

Honest, Kind.

vices

Strict, Stubborn.

strengths

Skilled in runic texts.
Can easily decipher and read maps.
Able to retain information easily and quickly.

weaknesses

Cannot fight alone.
Has issues with physical touch.
Has a hard time fully opening/trusting people.

likes

Sweet Foods, Helping other refugee's/newcomers, Teaching, Cooking, Honesty.

dislikes

Sour/Bitter foods, Being Forced, Pain (Physical), Lying.

fears

Falin, Being held prisoner, Whips/Brandings.

headcanons

Kalin will sometimes bake the newcomer's cookies or some small sweet treat as a welcoming.
Kalin will offer his assistance to help teach those who may not know how to read to do so.
Kalin is a strict teacher but always takes notice if anyone is having issues and will pause lessons or briefings in order to help them.
history

Kalin Everett Rochet was born to Verin Kalizar Rochet and Yera Forn Rochet. He was born into a life of slavery at the hands of an aggressive "Master", a well-known nobleman of Falin. From the day Kalin could walk and speak, he was put to work cooking and cleaning the lavish estate of his "Master". If even one spot was missed, or if the "Master" simply felt like it, Kalin was severely punished. His back was ruthlessly and mercilessly whipped, filling it with deep scars. Every night, he would cry in his parents arms begging them to take him away from the estate, to run off into the woods and let the wolves eat them. On those dark nights, his father would sneak them a pastry from the kitchen and give it to Kalin. His mother would sing soft lullabies to calm him and they promised him that one day they would be free and live in a cottage far away from any harm.

One unfortunate day, when Kalin had turned 20, Kalin's father was summoned before their "Master". Another servant had caught Verin stealing bread and water from the kitchen. Verin pleaded with the "Master" exclaiming that his wife was sick and dying. He begged for the "Master" to give them medicine or take her to a healer. Instead, the cruel "Master" became furious that a lowly servant would dare ask for such an expensive healer. In cold blood, the "Master" ordered that, "If she is truly that ill, perhaps we should just put her out of her misery." Verin begged and pleaded with the "Master" to spare her life, even offering his own in exchange. The "Master", however, didn't care and ordered Verin to be taken to the basement, locking him inside. Ordering his men, the "Master" burst into the servant's quarters and strung Yera up by her arm. Kalin rushed to try to pry his mother away. The men kicked Kalin to the floor and held him down as the "Master" took out a knife, gilded with golden ornaments, and stabbed his mother's chest.

After the "Master" and his men left, Kalin rushed over and held his mother in his arms. Her already weak and dying body gently raised a hand to caress his cheek gently. "Do not cry, my son. There was nothing you could do. We will meet again in the stars above." Her hand, turning cold, fell to the floor as she succumbed to her injury. Blood pulled around Kalin's knees and stained his clothes as continued to hold his mother's body, sobbing. Eventually his father was released from the basement. When his father finally made it back to the room, he was stricken with grief and anger. Verin vowed that he would kill the "Master" and avenge his wife while keeping his son safe.

At age 24, Kalin's father put his revenge plan into action. Verin planned on poisoning the "Master's" food with an elixir he had acquired in secret; however, he was found out by another servant. Verin was forced to undergo torture and, eventually, death. His body laid there, discarded like trash. Kalin found his father's lifeless body. For months, Kalin meticulously planned and waited for the opportune moment to strike. He found the moment when his "Master" was taking a bath. Kalin, who had learned stunning practices from the books stolen from the library, had already forced the guards standing before the room. He entered the bath while his "Master" was snoozing away and gave the signal to the other servant giving him the bath. The other servant fled as Kalin wrapped the towel over his dagger, made from his father's bones, and walked over to the "Master". "Is the bath adequate?" He asked. As the "Master" went to respond, Kalin quickly plunged the makeshift dagger into his "Master's" chest.

As the screams of his "Master" pierced the hall, he quickly jumped from the bathroom balcony to the bushes below. A small pile of clothing helped to break his fall and he ran. He could hear the footsteps of guards rushing behind him but he kept running. Kalin was constantly on the run for 3 years. Dipping through cracks, narrowly escaping the guardsmen, even killing when need be. He knew he was being watched. A chill feeling went down his spine every time he entered a new place. Eventually he settled down in Lotoy, living a low-profile life. Still stealing, running, but at least he had somewhere to return to. Until, one day, a soldier chased him silently through the alleys and down trodden roads. Following Kalin without making themselves known. Kalin, who was used to the feeling of being watched, continued to sneak towards his den.

When he arrived, he found guards stationed outside. Kalin tried to run but was quickly turned around by guards coming up behind him. In that moment, he knew he was done for. Until a blur suddenly whizzed past him. The person easily took down the guardsmen with a single strike and turned to Kalin. Kalin, with nowhere to run, kneeled before the person and asked him to end it quickly. Instead, a small slip of paper was dropped before him. The note reading to meet them at the city gates at sunrise.

When Kalin looked up, the figure had vanished. And with no other option, Kalin headed towards the note's location as the sun started to rise.
gallery

magic level

Beginner.

equipment

Currently none.

abilities

Able to produce a small flame from his hand (like a lighter).
Can set his hair on fire when angered.
Is trying to improve his pyromancy abilities to be more useful in combat.

Little Wolf

Jorge Rivera-Herrans

♡coded by uxie♡

honeycomb · Oct 5, 2024

Agent File: The Foundation

overview

Lucas Holland. Also has gone by just Lucas or "Winter Wolf". Age is 32 years old, mistaken to be older due to mere stature/presence. Born and raised in Cathior. Masculine, noted use of he/him. Human, though on the much taller side. Specialty: Lorekeeper.

appearance

6'7 (~200.7 cm)

height

217 LBS (~98.4 Kg)

weight

Blonde

hair color

Stocky/Muscular.

body type

Pale Blue

eyes

Calahan Skogman

faceclaim

>The first thing you will notice of Lucas is his height. He's on the tall end for humans. This in addition to his muscular build make him seem like a tough guy. The often "zoned out" look / resting face doesn't win many "approachable" points either. Many express he seems cold until you speak to him. The muscular build isn't merely looks either. Lucas is reportedly a very athletic and strong guy, taking great care of his health and build.

>Lucas's style of clothing is defined as "survivalist." Perhaps due to where he was raised, he always seems to be ready to take on harsh climate or unexpected conditions. He's noted to wear layers of clothing. With one layer being firm and padded for protection. Doesn't so accessories often, typically just a belt to store things on.

>Lucas carries several scars all across his torso, back, and arms. Some are faded, old wounds that have long since healed. Likely a remnant of the trials he faced both from the environment of Cathior and his training after joining SEAL. Other identifiable traits would be pale blue eyes and blonde hair that rest at his shoulders.

notes

psyche

Compassionate

Friendly

Disciplined

Reliable

Rule-Driven

Self-sacrificial.

Decisive

Lucas is overall a reliable person. Someone you can fall back to when things go awry. The "dad" of a friend group. He's always going to put other's before himself, no matter what it may cost him in return. It's something that will never change about him. Self sacrificial and protective of those around him.

He's optimistic, aiming to always see the good in others even in the line of work he's chosen. Lucas is fond of giving second or even third chances, but you continually throw away the trust he gives you, you will find there is only so much he can forgive. He will not let people walk all over him or use his kindness as a weakness. He's been in this line of work tooo long to not know how manipulative people can get.

He's disciplined, not letting his anger guide his actions. He's learned to keep calm in the midst of panic or stress. Always quick to make a decision. Prioritizing agents safety whenever out on a mission.

Lawful Neutral

alignment

likes

The cold, Snow, Wolves, Home, Protecting others, Making friends, Listening to other's stories, Old folk Tales, Naps, Warm foods like stews.

dislikes

Alcohol, Hot climates, War, Losing people he cares for, failure, betrayal, not being able to help others, being late, bananas .

fears

Failure, Not being able to save someone.

strengths

Physically fit, great listener, resourceful, survivalist, high endurance, calm, negotiator, empathetic, organized.

weakness

Self sacrificial, can be overly protective, may let his desire to protect everyone overrule his rational side, strength over speed (he's "sluggish" when fighting), Evades personal space of others, people can use his kindness against him despite his best efforts to prevent it.

background

The Beginning

There really isn't much to say about Lucas's early life. It was a typical upbringing for someone born in rural parts of Cathior. A place where the cold can be unforgiving to those who failed to prepare. As the eldest of his family, a lot of responsibility fell on him. His father taught him from a young age all the skill he relies on today. Things such as his resourcefulness or the ice magic his father taught to him. "Taught" being a bit of a poor word choice. "Showed" is more fitting, as he only saw a few demonstrations and was left to figure the rest out on his own.

Lucas's father died sometime in when Lucas was a teen. A cold that he couldn't recover from. It left Lucas having to learn very quickly how to take of his mother and two younger siblings. The twins fell sick easily. So Lucas learned to take charge of everything else so his mom could focus on their care. Lucas, if nothing else, was a devoted son. Ensuring his mother could rest and focus on the younger kids without worrying about other factors. He didn't want to lose anyone else to sickness.

Just like that the years went by. Peaceful, even if some days they found themselves struggling, they would always manage to make it through. One way or another.

He was 23 when his mom passed. Leaving behind him and the twins. They all were adults, able to handle themselves. That didn't stop Lucas from insisting on helping the twins out though. He had gotten so used to taking care of others, it felt wrong not to have someone to look after.

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It was two years later when one of the twins had fallen ill again, with little sign of recovery. Lucas knew a town a a bit far had medicine, but there was no way to send a message let alone ask someone to bring the much needed medicine in the weather that had blown in. So, he made up his mind. He'd get it himself.

It was a very long journey. How he hadn't succumbed to the cold of the raging storm was purely a miracle on its own. Perhaps even nature itself felt empathy for him. Lucas bartered for the medicine he needed and continued his journey. Perhaps they saw his future or just felt pity on him, but they gave him more than he had asked for. Something he would forever be grateful no matter the reason.

It was the journey back that changed his life forever. A SEAL Agent had somehow ended up stranded in Cathior. Lucas had not known they were from SEAL. He thought them to be a myth anyway. All he saw was a person in desperate need of help, and he was never one to turn away someone in need. He found them a temporary shelter, provided them with food and the extra medicine that he had been given.

Once they were able to make the journey, he brought them to his family home. It didn't take long to see why they had been stranded in that condition. Pursuers. With the agent in such a condition they were hardly able to fend them off. Lucas wasn't about to let someone die in front of him. He jumped into the fray without hesitation, fending off those who intended to harm those under his roof. In the fight he did kill one of the attackers, while the others fled off.

The twins seemed wary of him after witnessing that. Never letting him close to them, and it brought great pain to his heart. He had wanted to ensure their safety and now he was a source of great discomfort. He felt in some way. he had failed to be a brother worth looking up too.

When the agent's reinforcements arrived to pick them up, they extended a letter to him. A silent offer for protecting one of their agents. He did take some time to reflect on it, before feeling it was his best choice. He followed the instructions on the letter and the rest is history, being a SEAL Agent the last 7 or so years.

It doesn't stop him from asking about or even checking up on his siblings from the shadows, knowing they are safe and well brings him comfort. Perhaps things had worked out as they were destined too.

ADDITIONAL INFO

—Has a familiar named Polaris, it's a wolf with pure white fur like snow. He originally just called it Snow......but the familiar didn't seem to like the name much. Rather it seemed to find the name rather uncreative. So Lucas eventually gave the wolf the name Polaris. The familiar is capable of using varying levels of frost like magic. Such as making a tiny area colder, applying frost to it's bite or scratches, freezing water it touches.

—Lucas is also capable of using very weak ice magic. Beginner level, to be exact. He can free a little bit of surface water and coat himself or his weapons with ice. Coating himself in small areas with ice before the impact of an opponents weapon is the much common skill he uses for defense. It helps make up for his more slower offensive attacks with his weapons. He also will coat his weapons or first with ice for a heavier blow.
(Ex. Richter Belmont from "Castlevania Nocturne")

— Lucas met Polaris during the snow storm he ventured into when seeking medicine. The wolf was a great aid in helping take the Agent they encountered to Lucas's home and during the fight where Lucas protected the agent.

—Lucas doesn't carry any magical equipment at this time.

—His preferred weapon is the hatchets/throwing axes or hand to hand combat. He is also well versed with daggers, longswords, and the whip.

coded by xayah.ღ

Mypilot · Oct 5, 2024

Don't currently have easy access to my computer and I simply do not have the cell of brain to deal with RPN coding on my phone. Therefore, behold plaintext character bio! May its boringness not ruin my character (If allowed, I would like to change this to a coded profile once PC has been returned to my loving hands)

Character:

BASICS
Name: Else
Gender: Any
Age: 26
Race: Changeling
Role: The Resin
Job: Lorekeep
FC (if available): Will provide references to specific masks they wear as they arrive. (Or can provide a couple now if that would be preferred for approval reasons)
Physical description: Else, as changelings often do, wears many different faces. They have a few favourite from their mental closet that they like to throw on, but they do not feel any particular draw towards maintaining one face for an extended period of time. Those who know them will simply know them—that, and they always ensure they have the same tattoo of a favourite constellation (five stars in a jagged line meant to represent a serpent) on their jawline for easier identification. (Altough they always stress that one should take great caution that someone is who they say they are regardless of immediate appearances. As a changeling, they would know.)

Else does have a true form, but it really is not one they would ever take in public places. It feels a little like being in your undergarments—too exposed, too personal. This form is humanoid in appearance, of average height at a neat 5'5", and has the sort of half-there look to the skin and hair as if one were looking at a ghost. Pale deathly sick looking skin that nears lavender in hue, a shock of white hair in a feathery mess cut to their ears, and milky silver eyes like one of the blind. They look very angular in this form, all sharp edges. There is the keen sense of something missing when one sees Else like this. Like they are a painting that had been painted to completion and then wiped clean before the ink could fully dry—half formed lines, smudged edges, and the stark loss of colour.

MAGIC
Magic Level: Intermediate
Magical equipment: The Index –
The Index - When Else was gifted this book from their cousin, its original purpose was to simply magically catalogue a personal library so that one can reference information with ease. You would simply speak the topic of interest to the pages, and the Index would flip to one of its blank pages and ink would bleed onto the clean sheet with neatly detailed summaries and 'where to find information' hints.

As the years progressed and Else developed magically, they started to mess with the fine fibers of magic etched into the Index's pages to turn it into something more personally useful—with the intent of turning it into an invaluable tool towards their future goal as a librarian.

Now, in present day, the Index is altered significantly. The magic is advanced, most of it by Else's own hand by with some assistance of professors from a few institutes—first at Taiwo, then at the Eastern institute of Kidem. Now it keys into whatever library (the magic defines a 'library' as any mass of books within its radius) is closest, and draws information from there. It details where to find specific needed books, it spiderwebs relevant topics, and it does it all in Else's own thin, sharp handwriting. The perfect tool.

PERSONALITY
Likes – Order, certainty, a good plan, the wild, personal change (adaprive), meeting new people
Dislikes – Indecisiveness, exterior changes that impact routine
Strengths – Social connection, empathy, planning, memory, strong sense of self, surprising assertiveness
Weaknesses – Unintentional manipulation (ties in to their role as Lorekeeper wherein they view it as manipulating the pieces to achieve their goal), struggles with maintaining long term relationships (boredom)
Virtues – Patience, diligence
Vices – Prideful, glutton for knowledge
Fears – Pitch dark, fire, old age, having their autonomy stripped away, being ignored
Head canons – Physically they have felt and experienced such a wide range due to being a Changeling, they know what it is to big and to be small. Perhaps this is why they’re keen on new experiences (that align with their interests) because they want to expand their mind further by changing their situation and setting.

Enjoys working with the same crew/people because they view them as assets/tools VS struggling to be friends with the same people due to boredom and having a drive towards meeting new people instead.

Strong sense of self, yet pair that with the unintentional manipulation and they’re always changing their appearance and ‘personality’ to be what they think the other person wants in order to best achieve their goals. Like liquid.
Summary: Ultimately, Else is an individual who is very assertiveness towards reaching their goals. They prioritize their work and their growth over the well being of others, although outwardly they present a very loyal and helpful attitude. They are a quick thinker and quite keen, which gives them a natural edge to their duty of assisting in the field. They make fast relationships, but struggle to maintain any depth to these bonds and much prefers meeting new people as if they were new things to study.

HISTORY
Else was born on the outskirts of the Twin Cities. Their family wasn't very intimate, not emotionally present, and in many ways were only there for the basics of sustainability—food, shelter, a home. There was a web of support that Else was seeing in other families while growing up that simply was not there in their own. As an impressionable youth, it became a concern of 'is it because we're changelings? Am I the strange one for wanting more than this?' and this dichotomy ultimately funneled into their desire to leave at a young age. They knew they had the power to change their own face and being and yet they felt like they were a rock stuck in place—life was happening to them and around them yet they were doing nothing with it. At sixteen, they moved out.

Turning into the main cities, Else sought out some sort of pursuit to guide them through life. They'd always been drawn to literature; in many ways, reading books had provided an understanding to emotional connection that they would not have otherwise grasped. This drew them to the local city library, impressive and beautiful...and barred from employment without a certification in how to properly navigate a library as staff.

This brought them to the only one in their family they could tolerate: their second cousin Jaeya, a young changeling who made a living building and repairing metal and wood prosthetics in their own house in Taiwo. Jaeya was everything Else's immediate family wasn't, and she was certainly not one to turn away a young cousin in need of a place. Jaeya was also a bit of an opportunist however, and she did make Else assist in the shop to 'pay' for room and board. In their spare time, Else began studying for their librarian certification and within two years it was theirs. At eighteen, they began to work at the city library. (And paid for their room with coin instead of labor.)

As their love for old literature and history grew, so too did Else's ambitions. It was only a few years later that they were plotting with Jaeya, learning how to run one's own shop and eyeing local properties. At twenty, they began to rent a small shop on the corner of a busy street in Taiwo. This is where The Seal found them.

Else had a knack for knowledge, for memorization and organization. They didn’t just sell any old knick knacks of history but rather curated a shop that connected bits of the past in ways that had been overlooked before. They were a scholar obsessed, a bloodhound for history, and a mind for information that swelled with each passing day. This ability to infer from their own mental catalogue and draw connections to relevant tasks is what drew the Seal to them for their current role. (An old book donated to the shop, that red-stamped letter tucked between its pages.) And it was Else's unquenchable thirst for more that made them agree to do it.

Now they are twenty-six. Working for The Seal has been a distinct pleasure. They take great pride in finding the best loops and connections for any job, and in their free time they get to read anything and everything. In many ways, it is more than Else could have ever imagined for themself. They enjoy making themself greater, they enjoy doing their job, and there will never come a time where Else regrets this decision.

peachpuff · Oct 6, 2024

Lunette Nari

THE GENERAL

33

Female

Lorekeeper

"Little Moon"

Shifter (Rabbit)

5'3

Rumar

LIKES, DISLIKES, FEARS

✓LIKES✓
✓Sword Dance ✓ Loose Clothes ✓ Helping Others ✓Sweets ✓Children ✓ Romantic Tales ✓Warmer Environments ✓ Evading other's personal space ✓ Cooking ✓ Being around others ✓Sparring ✓ Closed in spaces ✓ Running ✓ Using "half"-form

♢DISLIKES♢
♢ Alcohol ♢ Having to yell ♢The corrupted ♢ War ♢ Nobility ♢ Talking about her children / what happened to them ♢ Heights ♢ Foxes ♢ Swimming ♢ Cold Food ♢ Bitter Food ♢ The color purple. ♢ Being restrained ♢ Sudden loud sounds ♢ Being stuck in "human" form. ♢ Being teased for being shorter than others

❐FEARS❐
❐ Losing any more people she cares for ❐ Fire ❐ Drowning ❐ Being Restrained ❐ Being Trapped in Human form ❐ Failure ❐ Being discarded / Being Useless ❐

MISC

❐ Someone gave her the nickname "Little Moon" and it's just stuck. ❐ Despite "little" feeling like a jab at her stature, she doesn't mind the nickname. ❐ Lunette is her first name and what she usually goes by. ❐

❐ Inter. Magic Level ❐ She has always struggled with magic on her own even though people have tried to teach her. ❐ She does however have a small ring that allows her to more easily use water magic and has been able to have some mastery through that. ❐ Things such as calling forth water, making small burst, using it as a whip like weapon are just a few examples. ❐ The ring has limits, so don't expect her to be calling forth rain storms or anything ❐

❐ Her main weapon is 2 chakram embedded with magic that allows them to shrink or enlarge. ❐ She has also learned some mastery over fencing, whip, daggers, and dual wielding shortswords. ❐ She thrives best with "finesse" type weapons. ❐ Push her into a rage and you'll find she gives into a more animalistic fighting style, unafraid of using claws a teeth. ❐ You would think as a "prey" animal she'd be more passive, but she's just as vicious as any predator. ❐

❐ Despite being really good with animals and loving to spend time with them, she doesn't have a familiar of her own. ❐ Her Reasoning is she does not deserve to look after one when she has failed her kids. ❐

❐ If I had to give her a realistic FC it would either be Winnie Harlow or Angela Basset ❐

❐Specialty - She was recruited as an assassin, but once she got established into SEAL she opted to become a Lorekeeper. ❐ Don't let her passiveness fool you, she was good at both jobs. ❐

❐Before her kids, she was a traveling performer and her fighting style reflects that. ❐ She's very agile and flexible with her moves, and doesn't follow any traditional set of teaching. ❐ She's quick witted as well and very adaptable to many situations. ❐She likes to say her creativity gives her the edge in a fight, as her moves are less predictable. ❐

❐Appearance - Lunette falls on the shorter end, only around 5'3 in her human form. Her most noticeable trait is her vitiligo, present in all her forms. It affects her hair in half-form and human form, and her fur in hare form. Her human form has long brown hair with white clusters toward the front hairline. (Image below). Often has it pulled back with a head band or sash like item. She prefers loose clothing allowing optimal movement and for the convivence when shifting. She's aways wearing the ring that attuned to water magic on her right hand, and a necklace with her wedding ring. Though she tends to leave it at her place within headquarters in fear of losing it during a mission. ❐

PERSONALITY

✓VIRTUES✓
✓ Outgoing ✓ Loyal ✓ "Motherly" ✓
✓ Great Listener✓ Confident ✓ Patient ✓
✓ Creative✓ Charismatic ✓ Adaptable ✓
✓Independent ✓ Persuasive ✓ Calm, usually ✓
✓ Not easily angered ✓ Caring ✓ Quick witted ✓

✗VICES✗
✗ Places blame easily on herself ✗ Low concept of personal space ✗ Resentful ✗
✗ Self Strict ✗ Secretly holds grudges ✗
✗When angered it becomes hard to calm her down ✗
✗Self Sacrificial ✗ Meddlesome ✗ Self Destructive ✗
✗ Overprotective ✗ "Airy" ✗ Guided by emotions ✗

✓STRENGTHS✓
✓Quick-footed ✓Good hearing ✓ Calm ✓
✓ Level Headed ✓ Versatile with weapons ✓ Creative ✓
✓Good at understanding others ✓ Experienced in SEAL operations ✓
✓ Great Social Skills ✓ Relaxed ✓
✓ Easy to get along with ✓ Loyal ✓

✗WEAKNESS✗
✗ Scared of water ✗ Holds grudges ✗
✗ Lacks physical strength compared to others ✗
✗Still sensitive when her past is brought up ✗
X Without the ring she can't use magic well ✗
✗ Self Destructive ✗ Over Protective ✗
✗ "Heart is on her sleeve" ✗
✗ Still grieving / blaming herself ✗

BIOGRAPHY

☾FAMILY☽
☾ Lunette had five kids ☽
☾The triplets Kailan, K'nani, and Kaira were her eldest. ☽
☾Lillian and Raylan were the youngest and were twins. ☽

☾ Lunette was never close with her own parents. She was raised by her sister and doesn't like talking about her actual parents. ☽

☾HISTORY☽

Lunette was born the youngest of her family, the last child of a nomadic couple living on Mount Lanis. Perhaps that is why Lunette always had such a desire to travel, her families ways rubbing off on her. Despite her family seeming close, her parents did not actually give their children much mind. Often leaving Lunette's sister to fend for herself and the young Lunette. It shouldn't come to much surprise when Lunette's sister reached adult age, she grabbed her sister and left.

They not only left their family and community behind, but left Mount Lanis entirely. With what little they had, they secured passage to the Free lands of Emem. They moved city to city before settling in Rumar. Lunette was only around 10 at the time and the change was quite impactful for her. Despite the initial constant disorientation, she began to take to the change in strides. She didn't find it too hard to mingle in with locals, charming her way to getting their acceptance.

Things were well. As she grew up, she and her sister grew distant. At first she couldn't understand why. They had always been close after all. She did begin to understand as she reached adult herself. Her sister was tired, always looking after herself and Lunette. She had felt Lunette was her responsibility, especially after moving her away from their parents All those years looking after the both of them had left her with what some may call "older sister burnout." Lunette had done her best to help where she could, but after a while she understood it was time for her to begin her own life.

She traveled all over Rumar, joining a performance group. Lunette was only 20 when she met someone she could call her life partner. A man around her age who had become just as hopelessly in love with her and she was with him. They got married only a year after meeting, and discovered not long after that Lunette was expecting.

Their little family grew quite large very quickly when Lunette gave birth to the triplets. She pretty much became a stay at home mother to spend time with her family. Not that she minded, she found very quickly she enjoyed kids. Unlike her own parents, Lunette strived to be a attentive mother. With how much she loved her little family, it shouldn't be too shocking to learn she found herself expecting again only 2 years later. Thus the twins became an addition to the family.

Things were so so well until the year she turned 26. The small family received news that her husband had died at sea, sinking with the trading ship he was on. Lunette had never found herself so distressed. It was the biggest turning point in her life to her, especially when only more tragedy followed.

!!!TW Non-graphic mention of kidnapping and child death. I tried to keep it vague as I could !!!!

A year later her children were taken from her, kidnapped while she had been buying food. The caretaker she had hired turned out to had been targeting her and her kids. For what reason she had never learned. It took her weeks to hunt down the ones that had taken her kids. Unfortunately by the time she had gotten to them, her two youngest had passed and her eldest were in such states that no medical knowledge she had could save them. She snapped. For the first time in her life the anger and grief she had experienced threw her in a blind rage. The small dingy warehouse building became a blood bath.

It seems SEAL also had their eyes on who ever had done this. They found by the time they arrived all there wasn't much left. Just corpses and a certain hare shifter covered in blood sobbing over her children's bodies. They agents dispatched were confused, and weren't able to get answers straight out of her. Just a mumbled mess of "they killed my children, I killed them."

The agents decided to take her in for interrogation. Perhaps out of pity or maybe kindness, they did help give her kids a proper burial. Which did ease her anger a bit, though hardly enough at the time. She was given to Seer for interrogation not long after her arrival to the headquarters. Whatever information the woman had gotten from her seemed enough to satisfy her.

Lunette was given a choice, and seeing no other option she choose to join SEAL. Her first few years were hard. Starting off as an assassin, her rage made her difficult to reign in. Always causing trouble and snapping at others. She ended up in trouble quite a bit. She was certain that back then the pillars were sick of her antics and were thinking of ridding of her. Though it seemed at least one was patient enough with her and gave her a chance to grow. It took a bit, but eventually the rage cooled. She change from an assassin to a lore keeper and became much more calmer. Taking to new recruits or those younger than her like moth to a flame, replacing the rage with the desire to look after others. "Mothering" the newbies, often to their dislike.

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